Chapter 49

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"Master Feng, it's okay!" Nie Bing took the certificate, looked through the certificate, and said to Master Feng, who had already trotted over.

"Where did this gringo come from? Is it a spy or not? "Master Feng, as the older generation, is the most sensitive to spies and spies.

"Well, I think it's kind of like that." Xie Xingxing made a joke and stopped staring at this gringo, anyway, Xie Xingxing, a person with this kind of physique, could pat his chest and say, "I'm going to fight ten." ”

"Sir, I'm really a journalist, this lady, asdfhhjkll... zcbnm......... "When this gringo heard this, he couldn't even speak Mandarin in a hurry.

"Happy, what are you doing?" Li Xiaowolf's group of people, who were busy taking pictures in the distance, realized that something seemed to be something happened again, and shouted as they walked back.

"It's okay! I got into a gringo. Xie Xingxing responded, and asked Nie Bing, who had returned his documents and other things, "Is he really a reporter?" ”

"The documents are very legitimate, most of them I have never seen the real ones, and I am not sure if they are real or fake, what I can be sure of is that the interview permit is real, exactly the same as the one I obtained before." After Nie Bing finished explaining, he asked Qiao Ye-Bush again: "Why are you allowed to interview so widely?" All of them include almost all of China. ”

"Our TV station is going to make a series of documentaries about China, and our documentary is the last time your prime minister visited the UK in London last year when he signed a cultural exchange program, and a few of our advance reporters received this as soon as they arrived in China." George W. Bush went on to explain.

"Sorry, Mr. Bush, we thought it was a car thief. Welcome to China, meet me, Nie Bing, they are all my companions. Nie Bing apologized and stretched out his hand to introduce himself.

"It's all right, it's all right, beautiful lady, you are truly an angel sent by God." Qiao Ye-Bush finally breathed a sigh of relief at this time, and held Nie Bing's little hand very excitedly.

"Hello, I'm Xie Xingxing, can you let go of your hand?" Although Xie Xingxing's tone was very flat, it made people feel a murderous aura in their ears when they heard it.

Qiao Ye-Bush, who was super sensitive and sharp with his sixth sense, instantly let go of his hand and smiled happily at Xie. Nie Bing, on the other hand, glanced at Xie Xingxing very charmingly, and checked the good camera on the bicycle with a chuckle on the corner of his mouth.

"Wow, it's my favorite blonde guy, although he seems to be a little older, but he is still quite handsome. Isfhkgvjkjkvc...... "At this time, the crazy girl Zheng Yan ran over, looked at Qiao Ye Bush a few times, and began to introduce herself in English after muttering.

"Can he speak Chinese, can he not speak bird language?" After listening to English for a while, Xie Xingxing felt that his head was a few laps bigger.

"It's English, not birds." Qiao Ye Bush corrected with a chuckle from the beauties.

"What is English not the language of birds?" Li Xiaowolf, who came over just now, didn't hear who said it, so he took over the conversation directly.

"Haha...... Haha......" Zheng Yan directly hugged her stomach and laughed.

"You scumbag, you can't learn to say that English is the language of birds." Nie Bing, as an old classmate, despised Li Xiaowolf.

"Nie Bing, but English is really difficult." The Tibetan girl Dunzhu Zhuoma said very honestly.

"Haha...... Haha......, I can't do it anymore, I have a stomachache when I laugh. Zheng Yan laughed even harder, and she couldn't straighten her waist.

"It's so funny to have poor English." Xie Xingxing looked at Zheng Yan, who was smiling more and more happily, and was even more speechless.

"Haha...... Idol~, haha......" Only Jung Yeon's more unbridled laughter.

"Did something happen?" Qiao Ye-Bush, who was confused, asked with a blank face.

"It's okay, she's crazy, ignore her. You're a journalist, you really don't know me? Xie Xingxing looked at Qiao Ye Bush.

"Are you a big star in China? I'm sorry, I'm British, and I'm not very familiar with the Chinese entertainment industry. Qiao Ye-Bush looked at Xie Xingxing carefully for a few seconds before he said.

"That's even better. By the way, you're here to cover National Highway 318 or something? Xie Xingxing seemed to breathe a sigh of relief.

"I'm the advance wind collector, walk around and have a look, and when I encounter good materials, I will notify the headquarters to send a film crew to come over and shoot carefully." George W. Bush explained.

"How about I make a suggestion, how about shooting this public network."

"Is there anything special about this network?" Qiao Ye-Bush questioned.

"Let's let our veteran introduce you to him, this is Master Chen Haojie, who has been a soldier on this road for more than ten years." Xie Xingzhi pulled the driver over.

"How can the road need soldiers?" Qiao Ye-Bush looked at the driver who was still at a loss, and his stomach was full of questions.

"Because this public network is built and maintained by China-military personnel." Xie Xingxing explained.

“What？ China - the military will still build roads? George W. Bush probably thought it was news and got serious.

"Master Chen, let's talk about it." Seeing Qiao Ye Bush take out a voice recorder, Xie Xingxing patted Chen Haojie on the shoulder.

"Okay then." Chen Haojie was a little nervous, this was the first time a reporter had interviewed him, and he was also a foreign correspondent.

"The Sichuan-Tibet Highway is one of the most arduous highways in the history of China's road construction, in April 1950, the Sichuan-Tibet Highway was built, and the new China's road construction army split the mountains and control the water. On December 25, 1954, it was finally opened at the same time as the "Qinghai-Tibet Highway", which was another equally great and "feat in the history of mankind". Chen Haojie took a deep breath and began to introduce.

Take Erlang Mountain at the foot as an example, the soldiers of the 18th Army of the People's Liberation Army who participated in the road construction wore thin cotton clothes, tied ropes and hung halfway up the mountainside, one person held a chisel, one person wielded a hammer, except for these simple tools, there was no mechanical equipment, compared with modern mechanized road construction equipment, it can be said that there is a world of difference.

It was under such arduous conditions that the officers and men of the 18th Army of the People's Liberation Army spent four years building a 2,000-kilometer Sichuan-Tibet highway, and at the same time paid the price of 4,963 soldiers. More than 50 years have passed, and the Sichuan-Tibet Road has been continuously rebuilt and repaired, from a gravel road to an asphalt road, and thousands of cars and people have passed on this road, and hundreds of tons of goods have been continuously transported into Tibetan areas from this road. ”

“My_god！ You just said that nearly 5,000 soldiers died in order to repair the road under your feet. Qiao Ye-Bush interrupted Chen Haojie's introduction in disbelief.

"It's a sacrifice, this mountain is still a place where the difficulty of this public network is relatively small. Before there was no highway, the 1,958 kilometers between Ya'an in Shudi and Riguang City in Tibet were transported by yaks, and they could only go back and forth once a year, and it took more than half a year to travel on horseback. ”