"Then, you are acquiescing in malicious hype!"

At the last 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 Lan Li to respond positively, forcing Lan Li to face the accusation, and forcing Lan Li to get involved. This time, Lan Li is definitely not so easy to get rid of!

Lan Li's steps to leave stopped, he didn't panic, he didn't feel proud, he just pursed the corners of his mouth and raised his eyebrows, "After going around and around, we are back to the original point." ”

A joke woke up all reporters: the same question, when the second or third question was asked, Cornell had already asked it once, and Lan Li had already answered it. They're now like ghosts hitting a wall, and they're coming back around.

The reporters present clearly knew that in fact, Lan Li's words were satirizing all of them, but the sense of banter of the "bystander" made people laugh, and the corners of their mouths involuntarily rose, especially when they saw Connell's angry expression, they were even more happy.

"Can anyone on the scene tell me the definition of malicious hype?" This time, Lan Li did not continue to defend, but said provocatively, "If I remember correctly, the concert incident, the Seattle incident, and the Miss Portman incident were all reported by the media first, and as a party, at least as a part of the participants in the event, I only found out later." So, what is my role in the whole process of malicious hype, and who can answer that?"

The answer to such a rhetorical question is self-evident.

Following Lan Li's words, the reporters began to exchange glances with each other: Obviously, the media is the one who provokes the trouble, but the question is, who provoked these incidents in the first place? If Lan Li is accused of malicious hype, there is either evidence that those incidents are false, or there is evidence that Lan Li and the reporter are in cahoots. If not......

"What about a concert?" Connell sensed the crisis, firmly grasped the life-saving rope, temporarily interrupted the thoughts of the other colleagues, and turned everyone's attention to the "one-man concert", "Isn't this hype? Isn't it for the hype of the concert box office? Isn't it for the hype of album sales? Isn't it for the hype of the Grammys?"

"It's not. Lan Li's answer was categorical and neat, leaving no room for anything, and the tough answer, which was completely different from the previous one, made Cornell choke.

"First of all, this is a one-man concert that has not changed until now, secondly, all the box office proceeds from the concert will be used to establish a foundation dedicated to the study of terminal diseases and the treatment of juvenile patients, and again, thank you to everyone who came to watch the concert, to be honest, I was ready for only one audience in the audience, but it was my honor to have such a large audience. ”

At this time, the reporters realized that this was the first time that Lan Li had talked about the concert in public. Without discussion, there would be no hype, and without discussion, even propaganda would not exist. Could it be that "one-man concerts" are really just for one-person concerts?

Finally, a reporter couldn't hold back anymore and raised his voice to ask, "But, only four days in advance, how can there be a gap in Madison Square Garden?" This is also the biggest suspicion in the whole incident.

Lan Li shrugged, "It was an accident. "Absolutely unexpected, even Andre Hamilton did not expect that the original choice would lead to such a major incident," for specific matters, reporters are welcome to ask the relevant personnel of Madison Square Garden and Studio Eleven. ”

The subtext is: Shouldn't it be the duty of a journalist to search for evidence and dig up the truth? If he fails to find out the truth, he hurriedly agrees with it, is this an aid?

The first reporter's interjection stimulated the professional instincts of the other reporters, and finally it was no longer Cornell who asked the question alone, and another question was raised again, "So what the hell is going on with Heather Cross?"

"She's just an ordinary Don Quixote. I sincerely hope that all the discussions, all the news, will end with me, and not disturb the soul that sleeps peacefully. I don't want to talk about it too much, and here I emphasize that the so-called malicious hype has never existed, and I don't want it to appear. That's all for the topic. I'm not going to respond any further. Thank you. ”

After saying that, Lan Li really took a step forward and left quickly. Without much explanation, without much clarification, without even too much response, it seemed that he didn't care about the overwhelming accusations at all, and put on a laissez-faire posture, which really caught the reporters off guard.

"Lan Li!"

Heart-rending calls, one after another, so grief-stricken, but still unable to stop Lan Li from leaving.

The whole interview lasted less than five minutes, and the reporters were completely confused, one, two, three...... One after another, they gathered around Lan Li, asking their own questions hoarsely, trying to continue the interview as long as possible, and the crowd at the door of the apartment showed a state of whirlpool under the effect of gravity, following Lan Li's footsteps mightily.

The crowd was surging, but the reporters did not dare to take action easily, to avoid causing accidents, carefully controlled their steps, orderly and step-by-step around Lan Li, the whole team chaotic but neatly threw out a beautiful whirlpool, like a comet's tail gliding across the sky.

Across the street, the scene is spectacular.

If you stand under the clouds in the sky at this time and look down from above, you can see the grandeur of the scene: dense black match heads are spread all over half a block, and there is a palm-sized open space in the center, 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 whole group of planets moved slowly, thrillingly, slowly, gradually, the palm-sized bright spot in the middle got rid of the meteor swarm little by little, completely got rid of it, broke away, disappeared into a black van, and flew away, leaving only a large black match head standing in place, bewildered, dazed.

"Hypocrisy! Utter hypocrite!" the black van had disappeared around the corner, and Cornell's sanity had completely collapsed, and he spat twice and cursed, "He has deceived the audience and deceived everyone, but he has tried to splash dirty water on us without talking about his own falsehood and hypocrisy!"

Cornell stood still, scolding and venting his inner anger, "We are reporters! Reporters who are responsible for digging up the truth and reporting the facts! Could it be that we have reported the news, and this has become our mistake? From beginning to end, everything was planned by him behind the scenes! Everything was his tool to shape his image! Now that we have revealed the truth, he has chosen 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 strange eyes, scolding, reversing black and white, and pointing at the deer as a horse, but the familiar face was so unfamiliar, as if he was a complete stranger.

A wave of anger and stunned swelled up in his heart in an instant, and the impulse broke free from the shackles of reason, and rushed forward with an arrow, Gavin roared at Cornell, "Are you serious?"

Cornell's mood was interrupted, and he glanced at Gavin irritably, "What?"

"I mean, you mean all of what you just said?" Gavin asked.

"Nonsense!" Connell only had time to say the first word before Gavin interrupted viciously, "I'm asking you, do you really think that Lan Li is involved in the malicious hype? Do you really think that Lan Li is a hypocrite? Do you really think that you have enough evidence to prove that all those news events were planned by Lan Li?"

A barrage of words came to his face, and Cornell opened his mouth, ready to fight back. Gavin raised his voice and continued.

"What we are talking about is the truth, the facts, the discipline of a journalist, and the ethics of an uncrowned king! Don't tell me what entertainment is to death, what topic is king. I'm standing here and asking you sincerely, are you serious? Connell McGregor!"

Questioning loudly, smashing his head and face, Cornell was speechless for a while.

In a trance, it seems that time has been rewind to the college days again. They used to be close friends, with great dreams of journalists, unrealistic ideals of changing society with their own pens, and beautiful visions of their future lives, believing that they could win the Pulitzer Prize, and that they could become great journalists.

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

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

"Gavin Hunter, you know what? Let me tell you, when you were at the Toronto Film Festival, Lan Li nodded and agreed to your first interview, and you lost your mind, and then the world was different, and you were blinded and ignored the truth. Lan Li refused my interview, and fabricated the Natalie Portman scandal! That's a demon, a demon in a gentleman's skin!"

Cornell's words left Gavin dumbfounded. The same memory, after years of precipitation and washing, actually evolved into two completely different versions, just like Cornell with a distorted face in front of him.

Angry to the extreme, Gavin was relieved, shook his head, and smiled, "Cornell, you know what? I don't want to continue arguing with you. If I'm not mistaken, it was we who concocted the scandal, and it was you who took the initiative to choose Natalie's line and gave up the Lanli line. Are you sure you're not mistaken?"

Then, Gavin shrugged, "But, what does it matter, doesn't it? after all...... Entertain to death!" Gavin turned around and walked away without any nostalgia.

Cornell looked at Gavin's back as he left, and in a trance, he seemed to mistake it for Lan Li, "Gavin, we are friends! We are on the same front!"

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