Eight Hundred and Sixty-Seven Friends Break

"Then, you are tacitly acquiescing in malicious speculation!"

At the critical moment, Cornell didn't have time to clear his thoughts or think deeply, so he could only grit his teeth and stick to his consistent line, forcing Renly to respond directly, forcing Renly to face the accusations, forcing Renly to get involved. This time, Renly is definitely not so easy to get rid of!

Renly stopped as he left, not panicking or complacent, just pursed the corners of his mouth and raised his eyebrows, "After going around in circles, we're back where we started."

A joke woke up all the reporters: the same question, the second or third question, Cornell had already asked once, and Renly had already answered it. They are now like ghosts hitting the wall, and they are coming back.

The reporters at the scene knew very well that Renly's words were actually a sarcasm for all of them; but that "bystander" sense of joking made people laugh, and the corners of their mouths rose involuntarily, especially when they saw Cornell The expression of anger and anger is even more joyful.

"Can someone at the scene tell me the definition of malicious hype?" This time, Renly did not continue to defend, but said clearly, "If I remember correctly, about the concert, about Seattle, Porter The matter of Miss Man was first reported by the media first, and as a party, at least as a part of the participants in the incident, I only learned about it later. Then, in the whole process of malicious speculation, my role was What, who can answer that?"

Such a rhetorical question, the answer is self-evident.

Following Renly's words and thoughts, the reporters began to exchange glances: Obviously, the media are the provocateurs, but the question is, who provoked these incidents in the first place? To accuse Renly of malicious hype, either there is evidence that those events were false; or there is evidence that Renly was in a relationship with reporters. If not...

"What about the concert?" Cornell keenly smelled the crisis, firmly grasped the life-saving rope, temporarily interrupted the thoughts of other colleagues, and shifted everyone's attention to the "one-person concert" On top, "Isn't this hype? Isn't it hype for the concert box office? Isn't it hype for album sales? Isn't it hype for the Grammys?"

"No." Ren Li's answer was firm and succinct, leaving no room for him. The tough answer, which was completely different from the previous one, made Cornell choked.

"First of all, this is a one-person concert, and it has not changed until now; secondly, all the box office revenue of the concert will be used to establish a foundation dedicated to terminally ill research and the treatment of underage patients; thirdly , Thank you to everyone who came to watch the concert, to be honest, I was prepared to have only one audience in the audience, but it is my honor to have so many audiences."

Only then did reporters realize that

This is the first time Renly has spoken publicly about a concert. Without discussion, there will be no hype; without discussion, even propaganda does not exist at all. Could it be that "One Person's Concert" is really just for one person's concert?

Finally, a reporter couldn't hold back any longer and asked aloud, "However, just four days in advance, how could there be a space in Madison Square Garden?" This was also the biggest doubt in the whole incident.

Renly shrugged, "This is an accident." An absolute accident, I'm afraid Andre Hamilton didn't expect that the original choice would lead to such a major event, "For specific matters, reporters are welcome to ask Madison. People from Square Garden and Eleven Studio."

The subtext is: looking for evidence and excavating the truth, shouldn't this be the job of a journalist? If you didn't find out the truth, and hurriedly expressed your agreement, is this a help to the Zhou Dynasty?

The interjection of the first reporter stimulated the professional instincts of other reporters, and finally Cornell was no longer the only one to ask the question, and another question was raised again, "So about Heather Cross, what is this? what happened?"

"She's just an ordinary Don Quixote. I sincerely hope that all discussions, all news, come to me without disturbing the peaceful sleeping soul. I don't want to talk too much, and here I stress, The so-called malicious hype has never existed, and I don't want it to appear. All topics, stop here. I'm not going to continue to respond. Thank you."

After speaking, Renly actually started walking and left quickly. Without too much explanation, without too much clarification, or even too much response, it seemed that he didn't care about the overwhelming accusations at all, and he put on a stance of laissez-faire, which really caught the reporters off guard.

"Renly!"

Heart-piercing calls, one after another, so grief-stricken, still couldn't stop Renly from leaving.

The entire interview only lasted less than five minutes, and the reporters were completely in disarray. One, two, three... One after another, they gathered around Renly, asking their own questions hoarsely, trying to extend the interview as long as possible. Going down, the crowd at the door of the apartment showed a vortex state under the influence of gravity, following Renly's footsteps mightily.

The crowd was surging, but the reporters did not dare to take action lightly to avoid creating accidents. They carefully controlled their footsteps, and surrounded Renly in an orderly and step-by-step manner. , like the tail of a comet sliding across the sky.

On the whole street, the scene is spectacular.

If you stand under the clouds in the sky and look down from top to bottom, you can see the grand scene of the scene: dense black match heads spread over half of the block, and there is a palm-sized open space in the center, and all the match heads are bustling. But carefully around the small bright spot, slowly rotating and dragging, like a beautiful interstellar cloud map above the cosmic sky.

The entire planetary group moved slowly and was thrilling; slowly, gradually, the palm-sized bright spot in the middle got rid of the meteor group little by little, got rid of it completely, broke away, and disappeared into a black van. He walked away, leaving only a large piece of black match head standing there, overwhelmed and at a loss.

"Hypocrisy! A downright hypocrite!" The black van had disappeared on the street corner, and Cornell's sanity had completely collapsed. He spat fiercely and cursed, "It's still such a sanctimonious ugly face! He cheated. He has deceived the audience and deceived everyone, but he doesn’t talk about his own falsehood and falsification, and even tries to throw dirty water on us!”

Cornell stood there, cursing and venting his inner anger, "We are reporters! The reporters who are responsible for digging out the truth and reporting the facts! Could it be that we reported the news, and it became our fault? From start to finish, everything He planned it all behind the scenes! Everything was a tool for his image! Now that we have revealed the truth, he chose to refuse to respond? Ha, this is the funniest joke I have ever heard in my life!"

Not far away, Gavin looked at Cornell with unfamiliar eyes, cursing, reversing black and white, and calling a deer a horse, but the familiar face was so unfamiliar, as if it were a complete stranger.

A burst of anger and consternation surged into my heart in an instant, the impulse broke free from the restraint of reason, and rushed forward with a single stride, Gavin roared at Cornell, "Are you serious?"

Cornell's emotions were interrupted, and he glanced at Gavin irritably, "What?"

"I mean, are all your words serious?" Gavin pressed.

"Bullshit!" Cornell barely had time to say the first word, and then Gavin interrupted viciously, "I'm asking you, do you really think Renly was involved in the malicious hype? Is Li a hypocrite? Do you really think that you have enough evidence that all those news events were planned by Renly?"

A series of words rushed towards his face, and Cornell opened his mouth and was about to fight back. Gavin raised his volume and continued.

"What we are discussing is the truth, the facts, the integrity of reporters, and the professional ethics of the uncrowned king! Don't tell me about entertainment to death, and what topic is king. I stand here and ask you sincerely, you are serious Yes? Cornell McGregor!"

Connell was at a loss for words when he questioned loudly and slammed his head over his face.

In a trance, time seems to have traveled back to the university era again. They used to be close friends, cherishing the great dream of being a journalist, the unrealistic ideal of using their own pen to change society, and the beautiful vision of the future life; they firmly believed that they could win the Pulitzer Prize, firmly believed that they could Be a great reporter.

However, time flies, they stand opposite each other, but they have parted ways.

Suddenly, Cornell felt a wave of humiliation, humiliation from Renly, and humiliation from Gavin. In an instant, anger turned into anger!

"Gavin Hunter, you know what? Let me tell you, at the Toronto Film Festival, when Renly nodded and agreed to your first interview, you lost your mind and the world was different. You've been blinded to the truth. Renly refused my interview and made up the Natalie Portman scandal! That's a demon, a demon in a gentleman's skin!"

Cornell's words made Gavin stunned. The same memory, after years of precipitation and scrubbing, has actually evolved into two completely different versions, just like the distorted Cornell in front of him.

The anger reached the extreme, but Gavin was relieved, shook his head, and smiled, "Connell, you know what? I don't want to continue arguing with you. Is the memory of Toronto really like this? If I If I remember correctly, we made up the scandal, and you took the initiative to choose Natalie's line and give up Renly's line. Are you sure, you remember correctly?"

Then, Gavin shrugged, "But, what's the point of that, isn't it? After all...entertainment to death!" After that, Gavin turned around and left without any reluctance.

Cornell looked at the back of Gavin leaving, and in a trance, he seemed to mistake him for Renly, "Gavin! We are friends! We are on the same front!"

"We used to be." The wind sent Gavin's answer.