865 Unable to Leak

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On the quiet and spacious street, crowds of people gathered in a hustle and bustle. Looking around, there were at least two hundred and fifty people, shoulder-to-shoulder and loud, and the sidewalks on both sides were already crowded. The turbulent sea of ​​people began to overflow and spread to the driving area of ​​the car, like a hornet's nest that fell on the ground, and the densely packed heads were still extending out bit by bit.

The hum of low-pitched discussions was slowly eroding the early morning stillness and the peace of the community, and the scene looked spectacular.

Although this is Hollywood, there are many stars, many stars, and paparazzi everywhere; but such noisy and grand onlookers generally only happen in Beverly Hills and the highland area near Burbank. In other ordinary living communities, it is still a rare and lively scene.

The crowd is still increasing one after another, and the bee colony is getting more and more bloated. Such a grand occasion is definitely the treatment of top superstars.

In the distance, Cornell-McGregor can see the flooded street through his car window, motioning for the taxi driver to stop at the intersection, opening the door, sorting his camera and voice recorder, Cornell trotting walked forward.

Gradually, gradually, scorching gazes surged from all directions, and finally all the eyes of the audience were focused on him, as if a beam of spotlights fell, and in an instant, he became the center of gravity of the world.

Curiosity, amazement, questioning, contempt, provocation, envy... All kinds of gazes with a touch of warmth fell on Cornell's skin. Involuntarily, the heartbeat began to speed up, the blood began to speed up, and it seemed that even the footsteps began to be light, as if standing on the clouds, flying through the clouds.

Pride and excitement, contentment and self-confidence, excitement rampaging in the chest. In a trance, Cornell had the illusion that he was standing on top of the world, looking at all the mountains. The taste of focus is so wonderful.

Even in the eyes of fellow reporters, "Cornell McGregor" has become the focus. The mystery of entertainment to death has been brought to the extreme in contemporary society; everyone can be the focus, everything can be the focus, the celebrity halo is gradually weakening, and the hot and hot topic effects have created a new era of entertainment.

Cornell secretly clenched his fists and celebrated his brilliant success; but on the surface, he had to remain indifferent, as if all this was insignificant, and he was just persevering to "chasing the truth." Even, he calmly and politely nodded towards the projected line of sight, like a president, performing his "duties".

It was only a quarter past eight in the morning. However, the crowd of reporters gathered at the entrance of Renly's apartment was overwhelmed.

In a blink of an eye, the number of people has exceeded 300. Even in Los Angeles, even in awards season, this battle is extremely terrifying. I remember that when Whitney Houston died unexpectedly last week, there was a gathering outside the Hilton Hotel. of journalists are not so many.

More than three-quarters of the media recently stationed in Hollywood for awards season coverage have sent reporters to get first-hand coverage—

So far, Renly has not responded in any way. Since Renly himself does not have Facebook or Twitter, the way to make official statements through online channels has been cut off; and Andy Rogers and Eleven Studio have never responded, facing reporters' furious bombardment. Bombing, they just said: waiting for Renly's response.

So all the reporters gathered here. Before Renly went back to New York, before the time limit for the news cooled down, the official response was received as soon as possible. Then? Then keep on fanning the flames and keep entertaining to the death.

Cornell walked through the crowd skillfully, and it seemed that thanks to his status as a "whistleblower", fellow reporters consciously or unintentionally gave up a passage so that Cornell could stand on the front line and get close to Renly. Have face-to-face encounters. This could not have been better for Cornell.

So, Cornell, like a bullfighter who officially entered the arena, smiled and nodded to his audience and supporters, greeted and cheered friendly, and then stepped onto his own stage, spreading out his red bullfighting cloak, The long sword that is ready to complete the fatal blow is full of enthusiasm and high fighting spirit, ready to kill the bullfight.

When Gavin Hunter arrived at the scene, he saw this scene: Cornell, like a general returning in triumph, was receiving cheers and support from the people; but in his eyes, it was more like A clown, who has become the laughing stock of the world, doesn't know it yet, and is still immersed in a beautiful dream, enjoying it to the fullest.

Gavin's heart held a sigh of relief. He couldn't believe, even now, that Cornell wrote the sleazy, ridiculous, and flawed piece of Entertainment Weekly. They used to be classmates, friends, acquaintances, rivals, and partners, but now, with Cornell standing in front of him, he no longer recognizes each other.

On an impulse, Gavin wanted to rush to Cornell and question him what was going on; however, reason prevailed, and Gavin forced himself to withdraw his gaze and look at the apartment in front of him. Waiting quietly, waiting for Renly's response, and waiting for Renly's counterattack.

As an industry insider, Gavin and every reporter present clearly know how much of the "Entertainment Weekly" feature is real, and how much is a false shot. The question is, how many journalists are willing to tell the truth, and how many choose to have an ill-conscience?

"Yeah", the door of the apartment opened.

In an instant, all reporters in the audience

It was all boiling, everyone rushed over, and the door of the apartment suddenly became a mess. The bushes and bushes could not stop the enthusiasm of the reporters, and the crowd of people came up one after another, slamming the low stairs in front of the apartment door fiercely, like the waves hitting the rocks, bursting out with ethereal and majestic roars. Voice.

"Renly! Renly! Renly!"

Layer upon layer of calls, they slammed down, slammed into it unreasonably, and the momentum was huge; in the turbulent wave, the individual became insignificant, and everyone could only actively or passively keep pushing, pushing, and hugging. , the oxygen in the lungs has been squeezed out.

However, the next moment someone shouted, "It's not Renly. It's not Renly." That weak voice was of no use at all, and the crowd was still surging forward wave after wave; until more and more people gradually recovered Rationally, he suddenly realized that it was not Renly who walked out of the apartment door, but Nathan who was carrying garbage.

The situation was only slightly brought under control.

Nathan looked at the garbage bag in his hand, his expression was a little weird, half a smile but not a smile, it was really hard to hold back the laughter, and then pointed behind him, "Renly is behind, wait." Under the watchful eyes, Nathan took a step by step. He walked down, and politely said to the reporters, "Sorry, sorry, please let me."

Even the action of throwing away the garbage is attracting attention. This experience is the first of its kind.

The scene at the door of the apartment is absurd and ironic, like a black reality fable: Under the eyes of everyone, they witnessed the entire process of Nathan throwing away the garbage, and then watched Nathan move in the direction of the garage When I walked, the audience was silent, not even a single movement.

This is the real "hype", and even the action of throwing garbage has become the focus of attention. As long as there is a hot spot, as long as there is a hot spot, as long as there is a gimmick, the media will pay attention to every detail, even if it is an ordinary person throwing garbage.

Gavin couldn't hold back, and burst out laughing.

He deeply doubted whether this scene was deliberately arranged by Renly? The purpose is to satirize reporters. Otherwise, don't throw it away sooner or later. Knowing that there are a lot of reporters gathered at the door, Nathan also specially came out to throw out the garbage, obviously playing tricks on the reporters.

Nathan's figure disappeared, and the reporters looked back one after another, turned to look at the door of the apartment, and stared at the door with burning eyes. They didn't even realize that they involuntarily started to hold their breath, the air gradually condensed, and the irony of the scene grew stronger.

Then, Renly appeared. Accompanied by Andy and Roy, appeared.

"Is the concert really a gimmick?"

"Is there really an inside story behind the Grammys?"

"Is it really because of the Grammys that you choose to hold a concert this week?"

"The news broke out this week, is it to shock the Oscars?"

"Do you have anything to say about using patients to hype news?"

"Continuous malicious hype and fake perfect image, how do you respond to such accusations?"

...

The chatter of questions, I can't even wait for Renly to walk in front of the crowd, and the mountains are pouring down, question after question, intertwined again and again, leaving only fragments of voices, don't say the full sentence of the question, even some The broken words can't be heard clearly, and there are a lot of syllables that don't make any sense--

Vowels like "ah, oh, uh (a, o, e)", buzzing, booming, reverberating, reverberating.

Even the reporter himself was drowned in the wave of voices at this time, and he couldn't hear his own question; however, no one gave up, and everyone tried their best to stretch out their recorder and try to get closer to Renly. , get closer to Renly, and get a response from Renly as soon as possible.

In fact, it was an informal press conference. There is no so-called exclusive, Renly's response is available to everyone, and the reporters know this well; but under the surging wave of more than 300 people, crowded in the small open space in front of the apartment, it seems that everyone All lost their minds, just turbulent, and then turbulent.

Renly stood quietly on the stairs, using the height of the stairs and the barrier of the railings, watching the surging waves in front of him, without making a sound or stopping, just waiting quietly until the reporters were hoarse and the sound waves. After gradually calming down, he greeted with a smile, "Good morning."

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