Chapter 472 These Photos Are All for Shows?

Everyone at the scene was shocked, even Ye Qiao was also shocked. To no one's surprise, Mr. Charlie also took a photo of her helping the grandpa and grandson!

And the picture just freezes here.

The old skinny old man with dark skin and wrinkled face has a simple and sincere smile. The little boy drinking sweet mineral water has a happy face. In the picture, the girl is like a kind angel descending into the world. Her perfect profile On the face, dyed with a warm smile...

What a warm and touching picture.

And just now, the grandpa and grandson actually said that she never helped them!

"Where did these photos come from?! Where did they come from?!" In the room, the woman was so angry that she wanted to smash the TV, "Didn't you steal all the memory cards?! What's going on?! Ah?!"

"Miss, we have all taken out the memory card! We don't know where these photos are from!" The man in the suit broke out in a cold sweat and kept explaining.

"Damn Ye Qiao, is it just a smokescreen to take photos earlier?!" The woman said viciously, "Go and let the reporter kidnap them! It must be a staged photo for charity!"

She commanded again.

At the scene, Ye Qiao smiled, revealing sweet dimples, but that smile revealed a trace of bitterness. She looked at the grandpa and grandson with mixed feelings in her heart.

There is a lingering fragrance in the hand of giving roses to others. She kindly helped them, but what happened? Instead of being splashed with dirty water!

The little boy hung his head, not daring to look at her.

"Everyone, do you have any questions?" She raised her voice and asked after regaining her senses. She was still calm and smiling, showing no trace of sadness.

"Miss Ye, do you always take photos for charity? Or are these photos just for show? The old man and the child say you didn't help them! So, I think it's very suspicious of putting on a show!" That female reporter in the corner, stand up and question bravely!

She just knew it!

"I'm sorry! These photos were not taken by me, let alone by any of our 'family' volunteers!" Ye Qiao retorted loudly and forcefully.

At this time, the picture on the big screen changed again. At night, the lights were brightly lit, and the big screen in New York Times Square was broadcasting news. On the news screen, it was the photos that had just been played in a slideshow!

In other words, these photos appeared on the big screen in Times Square in New York, USA!

And this news report is all kinds of touching stories that happened during China's flood fighting and disaster relief. There are these most beautiful volunteers, the cutest soldiers, and the most simple disaster victims!

"Wow... This is the touching story of our flood relief efforts being reported by the American media!"

"So, those photos can't be staged!"

Amidst the discussion, a blond foreign man in trousers and a dark blue shirt came to the stage under Ye Qiao's warm welcome, "Hi everyone, I am the China correspondent of The New York Times, Charlie Dale guard."

Mr. Charlie speaks Chinese very fluently, and he still has a press card hanging on his chest, "The photos you saw just now were all taken by me! I have been in the disaster area for almost a month, and I have been recording the moments in the disaster area with my camera every day. What happened! I am a journalist, and my professionalism requires me to only record the most authentic pictures and never fake them! I have more photos here, and if you have any questions, please ask me for them!”

The woman in the room, seeing this scene, clenched her fists tightly, her long nails embedded in the flesh of her palm!

This dead Ye Qiao! She knows all American reporters!