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On the quiet and spacious streets, crowds of people gathered in a hustle and bustle. Looking roughly, there were at least two hundred and fifty people, shoulder to shoulder and full of voices. The pedestrian walks on both sides were already crowded. The turbulent sea of people began to overflow, spreading to the car driving area, like a hornet's nest lying on the ground, densely crowded people's heads are still extending out little by little.
The low and buzzing discussion is slowly eroding the tranquility of the morning and the peace of the community, and the scene looks spectacular.
Although this is Hollywood, there are many stars, stars, and paparazzi everywhere; but such noisy and magnificent onlookers generally only take place in Beverly Hills and the highlands near Burbank. In other ordinary living communities, it is still a rare lively scene.
The crowd is increasing one after another, and the bee colony is getting bloated. Such a grand occasion is definitely the treatment of top superstars.
From a distance, Cornell McGregor could see the impenetrable streets through the window of the car, signaled the taxi driver to stop at the crossroads, opened the door, tidyed up his camera and voice recorder, and Cornell took a quick walk. Walked forward.
Gradually, gradually, scorching gaze surged from all directions, and finally the eyes of the audience focused on him, as if a spotlight was falling down, and in an instant, he became the center of gravity of the world.
Curiosity, exclamation, questioning, contempt, provocation, envy... all kinds of sights fell on Cornell's skin with a touch of temperature. Involuntarily, the heartbeat began to speed up, and the blood began to speed up, it seemed that even the footsteps began to light, as if standing on top of the clouds, soaring through the fog.
Pride and excitement, contentment and self-confidence, excitedly rampaged in his chest. In a trance, Cornell had the illusion of standing on top of the world, looking at the mountains. The taste of focus is so wonderful.
Even in the eyes of fellow reporters, "Cornell McGregor" has become a focal point. The profound meaning of entertainment to death has been brought into full play in contemporary society; everyone can be the focus, everything can be the focus, the aura of celebrities is gradually weakening, and the effects of hot spots and hot topics have created a new era of entertainment.
Cornell secretly clenched his fists to celebrate his brilliant success; but on the surface, he must remain indifferent, as if all this is trivial, he just persisted to the end just to "chase the truth". Even more, he calmly and politely nodded towards the projected line of sight, acting like a president, performing his "duty."
It was only a quarter past eight in the morning. However, the crowd of reporters gathered at the entrance of Lanli's apartment has been overloaded.
In a blink of an eye, the number of people has exceeded 300. Even in Los Angeles, even in the awards season, this battle is still extremely shocking. In my impression, when Whitney Houston died unexpectedly last week, there was a gathering at the entrance of the Hilton Hotel. There are not so many reporters.
Recently, more than three-quarters of the media stationed in Hollywood to report on the awards season sent reporters to get first-hand reports——
So far, Lanli has not responded in any form. Since Lan Li himself did not have Facebook or Twitter, the way of making official statements online was cut off; Andy Rogers and the Eleven Studios also never responded, facing the reporters' frenzied bombardment. They only said that they were waiting for Renly's response.
So, all the reporters gathered here. Before Lan Li went back to New York, before the news aging had cooled down, the official response was immediately received. then? Then continue to fan the flames, continue to entertain to death.
Cornell walked through the crowd proficiently. It seemed that he benefited from his identity as a whistleblower. The reporters consciously or unintentionally gave up a passage so that Cornell could stand on the front line and be close to Lan Li. Engage in a face-to-face confrontation. For Cornell, it couldn't be better.
Thus, Cornell is like a matador who enters the arena officially, smiling and nodding to his audience and supporters, greeting and cheering, and then stepping onto his own stage and spreading out the red bullfighting cloak. The long sword that is ready to complete the fatal blow, is full of enthusiasm and high morale, and is ready to kill the bullfight.
When Gavin Hunter arrived at the scene, he saw this scene in his sight: Cornell was like a general returning home in triumph, receiving cheers and support from the people; but in his eyes, it was more like A clown, reduced to the laughing stock of the world, still immersed in his dreams, enjoying himself without knowing it.
Gavin's heart sighed hard. He can't believe it, even now, he still can't believe that the inferior, ridiculous, and leaky news of "Entertainment Weekly" was actually written by Cornell. They used to be classmates, friends, close friends, rivals, and partners, but now Cornell is standing in front of him, but he can no longer recognize each other.
On an impulse, Gavin wanted to rush in front of Cornell and asked him what was going on. However, reason still defeated the impulse, Gavin forced himself to withdraw his gaze and looked at the apartment in front of him. Waiting quietly, waiting for Lan Li's response, and also waiting for Lan Li's counterattack.
As an industry insider, Gavin and every reporter present at the scene clearly know how much of the "Entertainment Weekly" topic is real and how much is a fake shot. The question is, how many journalists are willing to tell the truth, and how many journalists choose to be ignorant of their conscience?
"Eh," the door of the apartment opened.
In an instant, all the reporters in the audience were boiling, everyone rushed forward, and the door of the apartment suddenly became a mess. The bushes and bushes could not stop the enthusiasm of the reporters. A steady stream of people surged up, slamming the low stairs in front of the apartment, like the waves hitting the rocks, bursting out an ethereal and majestic roar. sound.
"Ran Li! Lan Li! Lan Li!"
Layers upon layers of calls, smashed heads and faces, and bumped into it unreasonably, with great momentum; in the turbulent wave, the individual becomes insignificant, and everyone can only actively or passively push forward, squeeze forward, and crowd forward. , The oxygen in the lungs was squeezed out.
However, the next moment someone shouted, "It's not Lanly. It's not Lanly." The faint voice didn't help at all, and the crowd still boiled forward one after another; until more and more people gradually recovered. Sanity suddenly discovered that it was not Lan Li who came out of the apartment door, but Nathan carrying garbage.
Circumstances, this was only slightly under control.
Nathan looked at the trash bag in his hand, his expression was a little weird, he seemed to be smiling, and it was really hard to hold back his smile, and then pointed to his back, "Len Li is behind, wait a minute." Nathan stepped step by step in full view. After walking down, he politely said to the reporters, "Sorry, sorry, please let me."
Even the action of throwing garbage is highly anticipated, and this experience is unprecedented.
The scene at the entrance of the apartment was a bit absurd and ironic, like a fable of black reality: under everyone’s attention, they witnessed the entire process of Nathan throwing away the trash, 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 fly to the flames and watch every detail, even if it is an ordinary person throwing rubbish.
Gavin didn't hold back for a moment, and laughed out loud pouting.
He deeply doubted whether this scene was deliberately arranged by Lan Li? The purpose is to satirize reporters. Otherwise, don't throw it early or late. Knowing that there are a lot of reporters gathered at the door, Nathan also specifically came out to throw trash, obviously playing with reporters.
Nathan's figure disappeared, and the reporters withdrew their gazes, turned their heads to look at the door of the apartment, and looked at that door with scorching eyes. They didn't even realize that they involuntarily began to hold their breath, and the air gradually condensed, and the irony of the scene became stronger.
Then Lan Li appeared. Accompanied by Andy and Roy, appeared.
"Is the concert really a gimmick?"
"Is there really an inside story behind the Grammy award?"
"Is it really for the Grammys that I chose to hold the concert this week?"
"The news broke out this week, is it to hit the Oscars?"
"Using patients to hype up news, do you have anything you want to say?"
"Continuous malicious hype, forging a perfect image, how do you respond to such accusations?"
...
The whispering questions ~www.novelhall.com~ can't even wait for Lan Li to walk in front of everyone, and the mountains are pouring down from Haiti. The questions are one after another, intertwined at once, only the fragments of the voice are left. Don't say the completeness of the question. Sentences, even some fragmented words can’t be heard clearly, and there are a lot of syllables without any meaning--
"Ah, oh, uh (A, O, E and other vowels, buzzing, booming, reverberating, reverberating.
Even the reporter himself was submerged in the sound wave at this time, and he could not hear his own question; but still no one gave up. Everyone tried their best to reach out the recording pen in his hand and try to get closer to Lanli. , Get closer to Lan Li, and get a response from Lan Li the first time.
In fact, this is an informal press conference. There is no such thing as an exclusive. Everyone can get Lanli’s response. The reporters know this clearly; but under the turbulent wave of more than 300 people, crowded in the small open space at the entrance of the apartment, it seems that everyone All lost their reason, just turbulent, then turbulent.
Lan Li stood quietly on the stairs like this, using the height of the stairs and the barriers of the railings, watching the turbulent wave in front of him, there was no sound, nor stopped, but waited quietly, until the reporters were hoarse. After gradually calming down, he smiled and said hello, "Good morning."
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On the quiet and spacious streets, crowds of people gathered in a hustle and bustle. Looking roughly, there were at least two hundred and fifty people, shoulder to shoulder and full of voices. The pedestrian walks on both sides were already crowded. The turbulent sea of people began to overflow, spreading to the car driving area, like a hornet's nest lying on the ground, densely crowded people's heads are still extending out little by little.
The low and buzzing discussion is slowly eroding the tranquility of the morning and the peace of the community, and the scene looks spectacular.
Although this is Hollywood, there are many stars, stars, and paparazzi everywhere; but such noisy and magnificent onlookers generally only take place in Beverly Hills and the highlands near Burbank. In other ordinary living communities, it is still a rare lively scene.
The crowd is increasing one after another, and the bee colony is getting bloated. Such a grand occasion is definitely the treatment of top superstars.
From a distance, Cornell McGregor could see the impenetrable streets through the window of the car, signaled the taxi driver to stop at the crossroads, opened the door, tidyed up his camera and voice recorder, and Cornell took a quick walk. Walked forward.
Gradually, gradually, scorching gaze surged from all directions, and finally the eyes of the audience focused on him, as if a spotlight was falling down, and in an instant, he became the center of gravity of the world.
Curiosity, exclamation, questioning, contempt, provocation, envy... all kinds of sights fell on Cornell's skin with a touch of temperature. Involuntarily, the heartbeat began to speed up, and the blood began to speed up, it seemed that even the footsteps began to light, as if standing on top of the clouds, soaring through the fog.
Pride and excitement, contentment and self-confidence, excitedly rampaged in his chest. In a trance, Cornell had the illusion of standing on top of the world, looking at the mountains. The taste of focus is so wonderful.
Even in the eyes of fellow reporters, "Cornell McGregor" has become a focal point. The profound meaning of entertainment to death has been brought into full play in contemporary society; everyone can be the focus, everything can be the focus, the aura of celebrities is gradually weakening, and the effects of hot spots and hot topics have created a new era of entertainment.
Cornell secretly clenched his fists to celebrate his brilliant success; but on the surface, he must remain indifferent, as if all this is trivial, he just persisted to the end just to "chase the truth". Even more, he calmly and politely nodded towards the projected line of sight, acting like a president, performing his "duty."
It was only a quarter past eight in the morning. However, the crowd of reporters gathered at the entrance of Lanli's apartment has been overloaded.
In a blink of an eye, the number of people has exceeded 300. Even in Los Angeles, even in the awards season, this battle is still extremely shocking. In my impression, when Whitney Houston died unexpectedly last week, there was a gathering at the entrance of the Hilton Hotel. There are not so many reporters.
Recently, more than three-quarters of the media stationed in Hollywood to report on the awards season sent reporters to get first-hand reports——
So far, Lanli has not responded in any form. Since Lan Li himself did not have Facebook or Twitter, the way of making official statements online was cut off; Andy Rogers and the Eleven Studios also never responded, facing the reporters' frenzied bombardment. They only said that they were waiting for Renly's response.
So, all the reporters gathered here. Before Lan Li went back to New York, before the news aging had cooled down, the official response was immediately received. then? Then continue to fan the flames, continue to entertain to death.
Cornell walked through the crowd proficiently. It seemed that he benefited from his identity as a whistleblower. The reporters consciously or unintentionally gave up a passage so that Cornell could stand on the front line and be close to Lan Li. Engage in a face-to-face confrontation. For Cornell, it couldn't be better.
Thus, Cornell is like a matador who enters the arena officially, smiling and nodding to his audience and supporters, greeting and cheering, and then stepping onto his own stage and spreading out the red bullfighting cloak. The long sword that is ready to complete the fatal blow, is full of enthusiasm and high morale, and is ready to kill the bullfight.
When Gavin Hunter arrived at the scene, he saw this scene in his sight: Cornell was like a general returning home in triumph, receiving cheers and support from the people; but in his eyes, it was more like A clown, reduced to the laughing stock of the world, still immersed in his dreams, enjoying himself without knowing it.
Gavin's heart sighed hard. He can't believe it, even now, he still can't believe that the inferior, ridiculous, and leaky news of "Entertainment Weekly" was actually written by Cornell. They used to be classmates, friends, close friends, rivals, and partners, but now Cornell is standing in front of him, but he can no longer recognize each other.
On an impulse, Gavin wanted to rush in front of Cornell and asked him what was going on. However, reason still defeated the impulse, Gavin forced himself to withdraw his gaze and looked at the apartment in front of him. Waiting quietly, waiting for Lan Li's response, and also waiting for Lan Li's counterattack.
As an industry insider, Gavin and every reporter present at the scene clearly know how much of the "Entertainment Weekly" topic is real and how much is a fake shot. The question is, how many journalists are willing to tell the truth, and how many journalists choose to be ignorant of their conscience?
"Eh," the door of the apartment opened.
In an instant, all the reporters in the audience were boiling, everyone rushed forward, and the door of the apartment suddenly became a mess. The bushes and bushes could not stop the enthusiasm of the reporters. A steady stream of people surged up, slamming the low stairs in front of the apartment, like the waves hitting the rocks, bursting out an ethereal and majestic roar. sound.
"Ran Li! Lan Li! Lan Li!"
Layers upon layers of calls, smashed heads and faces, and bumped into it unreasonably, with great momentum; in the turbulent wave, the individual becomes insignificant, and everyone can only actively or passively push forward, squeeze forward, and crowd forward. , The oxygen in the lungs was squeezed out.
However, the next moment someone shouted, "It's not Lanly. It's not Lanly." The faint voice didn't help at all, and the crowd still boiled forward one after another; until more and more people gradually recovered. Sanity suddenly discovered that it was not Lan Li who came out of the apartment door, but Nathan carrying garbage.
Circumstances, this was only slightly under control.
Nathan looked at the trash bag in his hand, his expression was a little weird, he seemed to be smiling, and it was really hard to hold back his smile, and then pointed to his back, "Len Li is behind, wait a minute." Nathan stepped step by step in full view. After walking down, he politely said to the reporters, "Sorry, sorry, please let me."
Even the action of throwing garbage is highly anticipated, and this experience is unprecedented.
The scene at the entrance of the apartment was a bit absurd and ironic, like a fable of black reality: under everyone’s attention, they witnessed the entire process of Nathan throwing away the trash, 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 fly to the flames and watch every detail, even if it is an ordinary person throwing rubbish.
Gavin didn't hold back for a moment, and laughed out loud pouting.
He deeply doubted whether this scene was deliberately arranged by Lan Li? The purpose is to satirize reporters. Otherwise, don't throw it early or late. Knowing that there are a lot of reporters gathered at the door, Nathan also specifically came out to throw trash, obviously playing with reporters.
Nathan's figure disappeared, and the reporters withdrew their gazes, turned their heads to look at the door of the apartment, and looked at that door with scorching eyes. They didn't even realize that they involuntarily began to hold their breath, and the air gradually condensed, and the irony of the scene became stronger.
Then Lan Li appeared. Accompanied by Andy and Roy, appeared.
"Is the concert really a gimmick?"
"Is there really an inside story behind the Grammy award?"
"Is it really for the Grammys that I chose to hold the concert this week?"
"The news broke out this week, is it to hit the Oscars?"
"Using patients to hype up news, do you have anything you want to say?"
"Continuous malicious hype, forging a perfect image, how do you respond to such accusations?"
...
The whispering questions ~www.novelhall.com~ can't even wait for Lan Li to walk in front of everyone, and the mountains are pouring down from Haiti. The questions are one after another, intertwined at once, only the fragments of the voice are left. Don't say the completeness of the question. Sentences, even some fragmented words can’t be heard clearly, and there are a lot of syllables without any meaning--
"Ah, oh, uh (A, O, E and other vowels, buzzing, booming, reverberating, reverberating.
Even the reporter himself was submerged in the sound wave at this time, and he could not hear his own question; but still no one gave up. Everyone tried their best to reach out the recording pen in his hand and try to get closer to Lanli. , Get closer to Lan Li, and get a response from Lan Li the first time.
In fact, this is an informal press conference. There is no such thing as an exclusive. Everyone can get Lanli’s response. The reporters know this clearly; but under the turbulent wave of more than 300 people, crowded in the small open space at the entrance of the apartment, it seems that everyone All lost their reason, just turbulent, then turbulent.
Lan Li stood quietly on the stairs like this, using the height of the stairs and the barriers of the railings, watching the turbulent wave in front of him, there was no sound, nor stopped, but waited quietly, until the reporters were hoarse. After gradually calming down, he smiled and said hello, "Good morning."
On the quiet and spacious streets, crowds of people gathered in a hustle and bustle. Looking roughly, there were at least two hundred and fifty people, shoulder to shoulder and full of voices. The pedestrian walks on both sides were already crowded. The turbulent sea of people began to overflow, spreading to the car driving area, like a hornet's nest lying on the ground, densely crowded people's heads are still extending out little by little.The low and buzzing discussion is slowly eroding the tranquility of the morning and the peace of the community, and the scene looks spectacular.Although this is Hollywood, there are many stars, stars, and paparazzi everywhere; but such noisy and magnificent onlookers generally only take place in Beverly Hills and the highlands near Burbank. In other ordinary living communities, it is still a rare lively scene.The crowd is increasing one after another, and the bee colony is getting bloated. Such a grand occasion is definitely the treatment of top superstars.From a distance, Cornell McGregor could see the impenetrable streets through the window of the car, signaled the taxi driver to stop at the crossroads, opened the door, tidyed up his camera and voice recorder, and Cornell took a quick walk. Walked forward.Gradually, gradually, scorching gaze surged from all directions, and finally the eyes of the audience focused on him, as if a spotlight was falling down, and in an instant, he became the center of gravity of the world.Curiosity, exclamation, questioning, contempt, provocation, envy... all kinds of sights fell on Cornell's skin with a touch of temperature. Involuntarily, the heartbeat began to speed up, and the blood began to speed up, it seemed that even the footsteps began to light, as if standing on top of the clouds, soaring through the fog.Pride and excitement, contentment and self-confidence, excitedly rampaged in his chest. In a trance, Cornell had the illusion of standing on top of the world, looking at the mountains. The taste of focus is so wonderful.Even in the eyes of fellow reporters, "Cornell McGregor" has become a focal point. The profound meaning of entertainment to death has been brought into full play in contemporary society; everyone can be the focus, everything can be the focus, the aura of celebrities is gradually weakening, and the effects of hot spots and hot topics have created a new era of entertainment.Cornell secretly clenched his fists to celebrate his brilliant success; but on the surface, he must remain indifferent, as if all this is trivial, he just persisted to the end just to "chase the truth". Even more, he calmly and politely nodded towards the projected line of sight, acting like a president, performing his "duty."It was only a quarter past eight in the morning. However, the crowd of reporters gathered at the entrance of Lanli's apartment has been overloaded.In a blink of an eye, the number of people has exceeded 300. Even in Los Angeles, even in the awards season, this battle is still extremely shocking. In my impression, when Whitney Houston died unexpectedly last week, there was a gathering at the entrance of the Hilton Hotel. There are not so many reporters.Recently, more than three-quarters of the media stationed in Hollywood to report on the awards season sent reporters to get first-hand reportsSo far, Lanli has not responded in any form. Since Lan Li himself did not have Facebook or Twitter, the way of making official statements online was cut off; Andy Rogers and the Eleven Studios also never responded, facing the reporters' frenzied bombardment. They only said that they were waiting for Renly's response.So, all the reporters gathered here. Before Lan Li went back to New York, before the news aging had cooled down, the official response was immediately received. then? Then continue to fan the flames, continue to entertain to death.Cornell walked through the crowd proficiently. It seemed that he benefited from his identity as a whistleblower. The reporters consciously or unintentionally gave up a passage so that Cornell could stand on the front line and be close to Lan Li. Engage in a face-to-face confrontation. For Cornell, it couldn't be better.Thus, Cornell is like a matador who enters the arena officially, smiling and nodding to his audience and supporters, greeting and cheering, and then stepping onto his own stage and spreading out the red bullfighting cloak. The long sword that is ready to complete the fatal blow, is full of enthusiasm and high morale, and is ready to kill the bullfight.When Gavin Hunter arrived at the scene, he saw this scene in his sight: Cornell was like a general returning home in triumph, receiving cheers and support from the people; but in his eyes, it was more like A clown, reduced to the laughing stock of the world, still immersed in his dreams, enjoying himself without knowing it.Gavin's heart sighed hard. He can't believe it, even now, he still can't believe that the inferior, ridiculous, and leaky news of "Entertainment Weekly" was actually written by Cornell. They used to be classmates, friends, close friends, rivals, and partners, but now Cornell is standing in front of him, but he can no longer recognize each other.On an impulse, Gavin wanted to rush in front of Cornell and asked him what was going on. However, reason still defeated the impulse, Gavin forced himself to withdraw his gaze and looked at the apartment in front of him. Waiting quietly, waiting for Lan Li's response, and also waiting for Lan Li's counterattack.As an industry insider, Gavin and every reporter present at the scene clearly know how much of the "Entertainment Weekly" topic is real and how much is a fake shot. The question is, how many journalists are willing to tell the truth, and how many journalists choose to be ignorant of their conscience?"Eh," the door of the apartment opened.In an instant, all the reporters in the audience were boiling, everyone rushed forward, and the door of the apartment suddenly became a mess. The bushes and bushes could not stop the enthusiasm of the reporters. A steady stream of people surged up, slamming the low stairs in front of the apartment, like the waves hitting the rocks, bursting out an ethereal and majestic roar. sound."Ran Li! Lan Li! Lan Li!"Layers upon layers of calls, smashed heads and faces, and bumped into it unreasonably, with great momentum; in the turbulent wave, the individual becomes insignificant, and everyone can only actively or passively push forward, squeeze forward, and crowd forward. , The oxygen in the lungs was squeezed out.However, the next moment someone shouted, "It's not Lanly. It's not Lanly." The faint voice didn't help at all, and the crowd still boiled forward one after another; until more and more people gradually recovered. Sanity suddenly discovered that it was not Lan Li who came out of the apartment door, but Nathan carrying garbage.Circumstances, this was only slightly under control.Nathan looked at the trash bag in his hand, his expression was a little weird, he seemed to be smiling, and it was really hard to hold back his smile, and then pointed to his back, "Len Li is behind, wait a minute." Nathan stepped step by step in full view. After walking down, he politely said to the reporters, "Sorry, sorry, please let me."Even the action of throwing garbage is highly anticipated, and this experience is unprecedented.The scene at the entrance of the apartment was a bit absurd and ironic, like a fable of black reality: under everyone's attention, they witnessed the entire process of Nathan throwing away the trash, 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 fly to the flames and watch every detail, even if it is an ordinary person throwing rubbish.Gavin didn't hold back for a moment, and laughed out loud pouting.He deeply doubted whether this scene was deliberately arranged by Lan Li? The purpose is to satirize reporters. Otherwise, don't throw it early or late. Knowing that there are a lot of reporters gathered at the door, Nathan also specifically came out to throw trash, obviously playing with reporters.Nathan's figure disappeared, and the reporters withdrew their gazes, turned their heads to look at the door of the apartment, and looked at that door with scorching eyes. They didn't even realize that they involuntarily began to hold their breath, and the air gradually condensed, and the irony of the scene became stronger.Then Lan Li appeared. Accompanied by Andy and Roy, appeared."Is the concert really a gimmick?""Is there really an inside story behind the Grammy award?""Is it really for the Grammys that I chose to hold the concert this week?""The news broke out this week, is it to hit the Oscars?""Using patients to hype up news, do you have anything you want to say?""Continuous malicious hype, forging a perfect image, how do you respond to such accusations?"...The whispering questions ~www.novelhall.com~ can't even wait for Lan Li to walk in front of everyone, and the mountains are pouring down from Haiti. The questions are one after another, intertwined at once, only the fragments of the voice are left. Don't say the completeness of the question. Sentences, even some fragmented words can't be heard clearly, and there are a lot of syllables without any meaning--"Ah, oh, uh A, O, E and other vowels, buzzing, booming, reverberating, reverberating.Even the reporter himself was submerged in the sound wave at this time, and he could not hear his own question; but still no one gave up. Everyone tried their best to reach out the recording pen in his hand and try to get closer to Lanli. , Get closer to Lan Li, and get a response from Lan Li the first time.In fact, this is an informal press conference. There is no such thing as an exclusive. Everyone can get Lanli's response. The reporters know this clearly; but under the turbulent wave of more than 300 people, crowded in the small open space at the entrance of the apartment, it seems that everyone All lost their reason, just turbulent, then turbulent.Lan Li stood quietly on the stairs like this, using the height of the stairs and the barriers of the railings, watching the turbulent wave in front of him, there was no sound, nor stopped, but waited quietly, until the reporters were hoarse. After gradually calming down, he smiled and said hello, "Good morning."
