On the quiet and spacious streets, groups of people gathered bustlingly, and at least two hundred and fifty people were at least two hundred and fifty people at a rough glance, shoulder to shoulder, and the sidewalks on both sides were already crowded, and the surging sea of people began to overflow, spreading to the area where the cars were moving, like a hornet's nest lying on the ground, and the dense human heads were still extending out little by little.

The humming whispers of discussion are slowly eroding the silence of the morning and the peace of the community, and the scene looks spectacular.

Although it's Hollywood, star-studded, star-studded and paparazzi, the noisy spectators are usually only seen 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 more and more bloated. Such a grand occasion is definitely the treatment of a top superstar.

In the distance, Cornell McGregor could see the flooded street through the car window, motioned for the taxi driver to stop at the intersection, pushed the door open, and sorted out his camera and voice recorder, and Cornell walked briskly forward.

Gradually, gradually, scorching eyes surged from all directions, and finally the eyes of the audience were focused on him, as if a spotlight was sprinkled down, and in an instant, he became the center of gravity of the world.

Curiosity, amazement, questioning, contempt, defiance, envy...... All kinds of eyes fell on Cornell's skin with a faint temperature. Involuntarily, the heartbeat began to increase, the blood began to accelerate, and it seemed that even the footsteps began to be light, as if standing on the clouds, soaring through the clouds.

Pride and excitement, satisfaction and self-confidence, agitated emotions rampant in the chest. In a trance, Cornell had the illusion of standing on top of the world, looking at the mountains. The taste of focus, so wonderful.

Even in the eyes of fellow journalists, "Cornell McGregor" has become the focal point. The mystery of entertainment to death has been exerted to the extreme in contemporary society, everyone can be the focus, everything can be the focus, the aura of celebrities is gradually weakening, and the explosive point and hot topic effect have created a new era of entertainment.

Connell secretly clenched his fists and celebrated his success, but on the surface, he had to remain indifferent, as if it were all insignificant, and he was only trying to "chase the truth" to the end. Even so, he calmly and politely nodded to the projected gaze, like a president, fulfilling his "duty".

It was only a quarter past eight in the morning. However, the crowd of reporters gathered at the door of the Lanli apartment was already overloaded.

In the blink of an eye, the number has exceeded 300, even in Los Angeles, even during awards season, this battle is still extremely terrifying, and I remember that when Whitney Houston died unexpectedly last week, there were not so many reporters gathered in front of the Hilton Hotel.

More than three-quarters of the media outlets that have recently been stationed in Hollywood to cover the awards season have sent reporters to get first-hand coverage -

So far, there has been no response of any kind. Since Lan Li himself does not have Facebook and no Twitter, the way for the online channel to issue an official statement has been cut off, and Andy Rogers and Studio Eleven have never responded, and in the face of the bombardment of reporters, they just said: wait for Lan Li's response.

So, all the journalists gathered here. Before Lan Li went back to New York, before the news timeliness cooled down, he received an official response as soon as possible. And then continue to fan the flames and continue to entertain to death.

Connell expertly navigated the crowd, seemingly benefiting from his status as a "whistleblower", and his fellow reporters consciously or unconsciously gave way for Cornell to stand on the front line and engage Lan Li in a close and face-to-face encounter. This couldn't be better for Cornell.

So, like a matador officially entering the arena, Cornell smiled and nodded to his audience and supporters, greeted and cheered friendly, and then, walked onto his own stage, spread out his red bullfighting cloak, and prepared to complete the fatal blow of the long sword, full of fanatical and high fighting spirit, ready to kill the bullfight.

When Gavin Hunter arrived at the scene, he saw this scene: Cornell was like a triumphant general, receiving the cheers and support of the people, but in his eyes, he was more like a clown, reduced to the laughing stock of the world, unaware of it, still immersed in sweet dreams, enjoying himself.

Gavin's heart was holding his breath fiercely. He couldn't believe it, and even now, he still couldn't believe that the low-quality, vulgar, ridiculous, and flawed news of "Entertainment Weekly" was actually written by Cornell. They used to be classmates, friends, best friends, rivals, and partners, but now that Cornell was standing in front of him, he no longer recognized each other.

On the spur, Gavin wanted to rush to Cornell and ask him what was going on, but reason prevailed over the impulse, and Gavin forced himself to withdraw his gaze and look at the apartment in front of him. Waiting quietly, waiting for Lan Li's response, and waiting for Lan Li's counterattack.

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

"Babble", the door to the apartment opened.

In an instant, all the reporters in the audience were boiling, everyone rushed up, and the door of the apartment suddenly became a mess. The scrubs and bushes could not stop the enthusiasm of the reporters, and the crowd of people continued to rise and beat the low staircase in front of the apartment door like the waves crashing against the rocks, bursting with an ethereal and majestic roar.

"Lan Li! Lan Li! Lan Li!"

In the midst of the surging waves, individuals become insignificant, and everyone can only actively or passively press forward, squeeze forward, and hug forward, and the oxygen in the lungs is squeezed out.

However, the next moment, someone shouted, "It's not Lan Li." It's not a blue gift. The faint voice didn't help at all, and the crowd continued to boil forward in waves, until more and more people gradually came to their senses, and suddenly realized that it was not Lan Li who came out of the door of the apartment, but Nathan, who was carrying garbage.

The situation has only been slightly controlled.

Nathan looked at the garbage bag in his hand, his expression was a little weird, he seemed to be smiling, it was really hard to hold back his smile, and then pointed behind him, "Lan Li is in the back, wait a minute." In full view of everyone, Nathan stepped down step by step, and then politely said to the reporters, "Sorry, sorry, please let me." ”

Even the act of throwing garbage is highly anticipated, and this experience is the first time in the world.

The scene at the door of the apartment is somewhat absurd and ironic, like a noir reality fable: they witness the whole process of Nathan throwing away the garbage under everyone's gaze, and then watch Nathan walk in the direction of the garage, and the audience is silent, not even moving.

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

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

He deeply doubted whether this scene was deliberately arranged by Lan Li, and the purpose was to satirize the reporter. Otherwise, if you don't throw it away sooner or later, knowing that there are a lot of reporters gathered at the door, Nathan also came out to throw out the garbage, obviously playing with reporters.

Nathan's figure vanished, and the reporters withdrew their gaze and turned to look at the door of the apartment, staring at the door with burning 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 grew 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 Grammys?"

"Did you really choose this week to hold a concert for the Grammys?"

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

"Do you have anything you would like to say about using patients to hype up the news?"

"How do you respond to continuous malicious hype and falsification of a perfect image?"

……

The sound of twittering questions, I couldn't even wait for Lan Li to walk in front of everyone, and the mountains poured down, the questions were one after another, intertwined at one time, only fragments of sound remained, not to mention the complete sentences of the question, even some fragmented words could not be heard clearly, and there were a large number of syllables that had no meaning-

Vowels like "ah, oh, uh (A, O, E)" buzz, boom, boom, echo, reverberate.

Even the reporters themselves were drowned in the wave of sound at this time, and they couldn't hear their own questions, but still no one gave up, everyone tried their best to stretch out the voice recorder in their hands, trying to get closer to Lan Li, and then get Lan Li's response as soon as possible.

In fact, it was an informal press conference. There is no so-called exclusivity, Lan Li's response, everyone can get it, and the reporters know this clearly, but under the surging tide of more than 300 people, crowded in the small open space at the door of the apartment, it seems that everyone has lost their minds, just surging, surging.

Lan Li stood quietly on the stairs like this, taking advantage of the height of the stairs and the barrier of the railing, looking at the turbulent waves in front of him, without making a sound or stopping it, just waiting quietly until the reporters were hoarse and the waves gradually calmed down, and then he smiled and said hello, "Good morning." ”