Chapter 868

"Well, you're acquiescing to malicious hype!"

At the critical moment, Cornell didn't have time to clear his mind and think deeply. He had to bite his teeth and stick to his consistent line to force Langley to respond positively, to face accusations and to get involved. This time the event, blue Li absolutely not so easy to get rid of!

Lan Li's steps to leave stopped. He was not flustered or complacent. He just sipped his lips and raised his eyebrows. "After a round, we went back to the original point."

A joke awakened all reporters: when asked the same question, the second or the third, Cornell had already asked it once, and Langley had already answered it. Now they're like ghosts hitting the wall and coming back.

All the reporters on the scene knew clearly that in fact, Lan Li's words were sarcastic to all of them; But the "bystander" sense of banter, but people can't help laughing, mouth involuntarily rose up, especially to see Cornell's angry expression, even more happy.

"Can someone at the scene tell me the definition of malicious speculation?" This time, instead of continuing to defend, Langley singled out, "if I remember correctly, the concert, Seattle and miss Portman were all reported by the media first. As a party, at least as part of the event participants, I learned later. So, in the whole process of malicious speculation, what is my role and who can answer it? "

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

Following Lan Li's words and thoughts, reporters began to exchange their views with each other: obviously, the media is the challenger, but the question is, who started these events first? If Lan Li is accused of malicious speculation, either there is evidence that those events are false; Or there is evidence that Lan Li is in collusion with reporters. If not

"What about the concert?" Cornell keenly sniffed the crisis, firmly grasped the life-saving rope, temporarily interrupted the thoughts of other colleagues, and turned everyone's attention to "one person's concert." isn't this hype? Is it not for the hype of the concert box office? Is it not for the hype of album sales? Isn't it for the Grammy hype? "

"No Lanli's answer was firm, crisp, and there was no room left. The tough answer, which was completely different from before, made Cornell choke.

"First of all, it's a solo concert, and it hasn't changed until now; Secondly, all the box office revenue of the concert will be used to establish a foundation for the research of incurable diseases and the treatment of minor patients; Once again, I would like to thank everyone who came to watch the concert. To be honest, I am ready to have only one audience, but it is my honor to have so many audiences. "

At this time, the reporters realized that this was the first time that lanli talked about the concert in public. Without discussion, there will be no hype; Without discussion, even propaganda does not exist. Is "one person's concert" really just for one person's concert?

Finally, a reporter couldn't bear it, raised his voice to ask, "but, just four days in advance, how can Madison Square Garden have a gap?" This is also the most doubtful point in the whole incident.

Langley shrugged. "It was an accident." Absolute accident, I'm afraid Andre Hamilton didn't expect that the original choice would lead to such a major event. "For specific matters, welcome to ask the relevant personnel of Madison Square Garden and studio 11."

The subtext is: looking for evidence, mining the truth, this should not be the responsibility of journalists? If we don't find out the truth and hastily agree with it, is this helping the tyrant?

The first reporter's interposition stimulated the professional instinct of other journalists. At last, it was no longer Cornell who asked questions alone. Another question came out again, "so what's the matter with Heather cross?"

"She's just an ordinary Don Quixote. I sincerely hope that all the discussions and all the news will come to me, and don't disturb the sleeping soul. I don't want to talk too much about it. Here, I emphasize that the so-called malicious hype has never existed and I don't want it to appear. All the topics, so far. I'm not going to respond any more. Thank you

With that, Lan Li actually stepped forward and left quickly. Without too much explanation, too much clarification, or even too much response, it seems that they don't care about the overwhelming accusations at all, and show a laissez faire attitude, which really caught reporters by surprise.

"Lan Li!"

Heartrending call, one after another, so sad, but still unable to stop the pace of blue Li left.

The whole interview lasted less than five minutes, and the reporters were completely confused. One, two, three... Gathered around lanli one after another, raised their own questions hoarsely, and tried to continue the interview as much as possible. The crowd at the entrance of the apartment showed a vortex state under the action of gravity, and moved with lanli's footsteps.

The crowd was surging, but the reporters did not dare to do it easily to avoid making accidents. They carefully controlled their own steps and surrounded lanli in an orderly manner. The whole team was in chaos, but they threw out a beautiful whirlpool, just like the tail of a comet gliding across the sky.

On the whole street, the scene is spectacular.

If you stand under the high clouds and look down from the top, you can see the magnificent scene: dense black match heads are all over the half block, and there is a big empty space in the middle of the block. All the match heads are bustling, but carefully around the small light spot, slowly rotating and dragging, It's like a beautiful picture of interstellar clouds in the sky.

The whole planet group is moving slowly, breathtaking; Slowly, gradually, the big bright spot in the middle got rid of the meteor group bit by bit, completely got rid of it, got rid of it, disappeared in a black van, and went away, leaving only a large black match head standing in the same place, at a loss.

"Hypocrisy! A complete hypocrite The black van had disappeared on the street corner, and Cornell's reason had completely collapsed. He spit two mouthfuls and swore, "it's still such an ugly face up to now! He cheated the audience and everyone, but he didn't talk about his own falsehood and falsification, and even tried to pour dirty water on us! "

Cornell stood there, swearing out his anger. "We're journalists! The reporter who is responsible for digging out the truth and reporting the facts! Did we report the news, and it became our mistake? From beginning to end, he was behind the scenes! Everything is his tool to shape his image! Now that we know the truth, he refuses to respond? Ha, this is the funniest joke I've ever heard in my life

Not far away, Gavin looked at Cornell strangely, yelling, reversing black and white, pointing deer for horse, but the familiar face was so strange, like a complete stranger.

A cavity of anger and consternation, suddenly surged into my heart, impulse to break free from the shackles of reason, a lunge forward, Gavin toward Cornell roared, "are you serious?"

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

"I mean, all your words were serious?" Gavin asked.

"Nonsense!" Cornell only had time to say the first word, and then Gavin cut it off viciously. "I'm asking you, do you really think that Langley is involved in malicious hype? Do you really think that Langley is a hypocrite? Do you really think that you have enough evidence to prove that all the news events were planned by Langley? "

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

"What we are discussing is the truth, the truth, the integrity of journalists, and the professional ethics of the uncrowned king! You don't want to talk to me about entertainment till death, or topic. I stand here, sincerely ask you, are you serious? Cornell McGregor

Cornell was speechless for a moment when he came across with a loud question.

In a trance, time seems to flow back to the university time again. They used to be close friends, embracing the great dream of journalists, the unrealistic ideal of changing society with their pen, and the beautiful vision of future life; I firmly believe that I can win the Pulitzer Prize, and I firmly believe that I can become a great reporter.

However, as time goes by, they stand opposite each other, but they have gone their separate ways.

All of a sudden, Cornell felt a moment of shame, a shame from Langley, and a shame from Gavin. In a flash, I became angry!

"Gavin hunt, do you know? Let me tell you, at the Toronto Film Festival, when lenley nodded and agreed to your first interview, you had lost your mind, and then the world was different. You were blinded, but you ignored the truth. Langley refused my interview and made up the story about Natalie Portman! It's a devil, a devil in a gentleman's skin

The words of Cornell made Gavin gape. The same memory, after years of precipitation and washing, has evolved into two completely different versions, just like the distorted face of Cornell.

At the height of his anger, Gavin was relieved, shaking his head and smiling. "Cornell, you know what? I don't want to argue with you any more. Is this really the memory of Toronto? If I remember correctly, we cooked up the scandal. You chose Natalie's line and gave up the line of Langley. Are you sure you remember correctly? "

Then Gavin shrugged. "But what's the point, isn't it? After all... Entertainment to death! " With that, Gavin turned and left without any nostalgia.

Cornell looks at Gavin's back as he leaves. In a trance, he seems to mistake Gavin for Langley! We are friends! We are on the same front! "

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