Good morning?

Cornell McGregor looked at Lan Li not far away in disbelief.

With a warm smile, a polite gentleman's demeanor, and a relaxed and vigorous spirit, such a blue ceremony looks refreshing, without the slightest embarrassment, without the slightest panic, as if the stormy waves of the past 24 hours have not had any impact at all;

Even Cornell himself didn't realize that he was biting the soft flesh on the inside of his mouth, and if he tried harder, harder, harder, the smell of blood that slowly seeped out not only did not make him sound the alarm, but also gradually began to get excited:

Today's situation is different, he is the bullfighter who has the upper hand, and Lan Li is the lost dog who holds his head and runs away.

In his sight, Cornell seemed to see that Lan Li's sanctimonious, self-righteous, and serious mask fell apart little by little, and the true face of hypocrisy was exposed to the world, and finally he knelt on the ground in embarrassment and begged for mercy.

So, Connell shouted, a sharp and shrill voice that broke the brief silence of the scene, "Mr. Hall, yesterday's special report on 'Entertainment Weekly' accused you of malicious hype!" Mr. Hall, Connell imitated Lan Li, using honorific titles, and the sharpness of sarcasm and ridicule was not disguised in the slightest.

In an instant, all eyes fell on Cornell, and then on Lan Li, flashing with schadenfreude and excitement, and the temperature of his eyes slowly diffused in the air, even hotter than the sun.

In the midst of all the attention, Lan Li's eyebrows raised slightly, revealing a puzzled look, "So what?"

So?

This is Lan Li's response? In the face of overwhelming doubts, in the face of boiling accusations, and in the face of overwhelming criticism, this is Lan Li's response?

Even after a long time on the battlefield, the first reaction in the minds of the reporters present was: What's going on? But in the next second, behind the confusion and incomprehension, all eyes converged on Cornell. Faintly, the reporters realized that the show was on the stage, and the melon-eating masses were officially launched.

With a "bang", Cornell could clearly hear the voice coming from his chest, all emotions exploded, the smile on the corner of his mouth suddenly stiffened, and the sharp voice sounded like chalk sliding across the blackboard, "So what?

Lan Li was still the same polite gentlemanly gesture, "Sorry, no." ”

Such a calm and calm posture puts on a lofty and proud picture, as if he does not bother to respond to such negative news at all, but he has to maintain etiquette and give a polite response. As always, it doesn't seem to be any different from before, it's always disgusting!

With a "collapse", the string of reason in Cornell's mind broke like this, not only looking forward to a whole night, to be precise, since he was rejected by Lan Li at the Toronto Film Festival, and he was not able to get a first-hand interview, since then, he has been looking forward to this day. But now, so nothing?

Rage, eruption. Connell asked aggressively, his sharp voice tense to the extreme, but he calmed down, and there was a momentum of rain about to fill the building, "So, have you admitted all the accusations?"

"I said no, will you believe it?" Lan Li did not flinch, and took the initiative to meet Cornell's vicious gaze, and at a condescending angle, the aura gap between the two people was almost magnified little by little.

At this moment, the reporters at the scene were so excited that they were almost about to have a cerebral hemorrhage. As their eyes moved back and forth between Lan Li and Cornell, and the recorder recorded the pomp and circumstance of the scene, they couldn't imagine what kind of uproar would be caused after today's news report went out.

Irritability and anger dominated Cornell's voice, "Explain!" he said through gritted teeth, "If not, then explain here! We are all here waiting for your explanation and your response, otherwise, why do you think we are here?"

"So, is this malicious hype?" Lan Li did not answer, but asked rhetorically.

Connell was stunned, he didn't expect such a rhetorical question at all, and subconsciously, he caught a hint of danger. But in the midst of the lightning, Cornell didn't have time to think, and could only reflexively respond, according to the reporter's professional instinct, "Is this the first time you've faced the media? This is called clarifying the facts, this is called being interviewed, this is called an official response!"

The curvature of Lan Li's mouth rose, and he even chuckled, his calm and unhurried posture was in stark contrast to Cornell. It seems that the party who is controversial and caught in the whirlpool at this time is not Lan Li, but Cornell.

Such a gesture really made the authorities feel uncomfortable all over their bodies, but as a bystander, there was a faint pleasure of onlookers.

Unconsciously, the reporters at the scene quietly changed from the identity of the authorities to the position of spectators, so the torture gradually turned into a one-on-one duel of "Lan Li VS Cornell". Even they themselves were not aware of this – at least not on the spot.

"Look, that's the problem. Lan Li said with a smile.

How to provoke the other party lightly, how to despise the other party lightly, how to belittle the other party elegantly and calmly, in this regard, Lan Li is far inferior to Elle Hall, the eldest lady of the Hall family is the real master. Lan Li has only learned the surface.

"I responded, denied all the allegations, you reported, the news continued, the exposure continued to heat up, and then, I went on to sprint for the Oscars with more and more PR news. So, is this hype, or is there no hype?" Lan Li's gaze circled and fell on all the reporters present, with a curious look of curiosity.

With these words, I always feel that something is wrong, and I always feel that there is something wrong. But for a while, I couldn't speak, I opened my mouth, and I was stunned.

At this time, Roy, who was standing behind Lan Li, involuntarily curled the corners of his mouth slightly, it was really too difficult to maintain a poker face; secretly, Roy glanced at Andy, but found that Andy was always the same Maitreya Buddha face that did not change everywhere, and he couldn't see the change at all. Roy was ashamed of this.

Lan Li's eyes finally fell on Cornell again, "I am trying to veto those negative news with practical actions, so I refuse to hype and refuse to respond." In this way, after the news gradually settled, whether it was hyped or not, the purpose of the reporters to achieve justice was achieved, if I maliciously hyped it, then there was no attention, and I was punished; if I was not, then the disappearance of negative news also gave me a clean slate. ”

Lan Li lowered his chin slightly, his eyes were calm and calm, and the shallow smile hidden in it was dignified, generous, neither humble nor arrogant, which actually made Cornell feel embarrassed and embarrassed.

"The best solution is to leave everybody now, really calm and calm, no reporting, no hype, no response, no follow-up. All the malicious hype, that's it for today. The curvature of the smile on the corner of Lan Li's mouth was so elegant, and the warm gaze glanced around again, as if looking for the approval of the reporters.

The subtext of these words is: As a party concerned, I have this pot on my back, you don't need to clarify, you don't need to condemn, all the reports end here, regardless of whether there was malicious hype before, but from this moment on, all the hype has also been cut off.

For the reporters, there was no impact, because the dirty water had already been splashed on Lan Li. Now, Lan Li has given up on pursuing and clarifying, if the reporter continues to condemn, continue to criticize, and continue to discuss, then, who is continuing to maliciously hype?

Among them, every reporter at the scene was chewing on it repeatedly.

Lan Li's reaction was really unexpected, there was no clarification, no explanation, no anger, and of course, no acknowledgment, but a gesture of reconciliation outside the courtroom, simply cutting off all disputes at this moment, putting on a gesture of sacrificing his life.

So, what exactly should they do?

The reporters were also a little confused for a while, and their eyes fell on Cornell.

Cornell's mouth opened wide, and his mind was a little confused:

If he continues to condemn Lan Li's malicious hype, then Lan Li has just said that no one should report on it, then there will be no malicious hype, and this is tantamount to admitting his mistake? However, if he continues to pursue the matter, the notoriety of the hype will fall on his head; however, if he clarifies that Lan Li did not maliciously hype up and continues to conduct interviews, it will be tantamount to shooting himself in the foot.

So, what should he do? It's like Schrödinger's cat, after the facts are spoken, they become established facts, but before they are spoken, everything is possible. So, he was stuck in a strange position.

Quiet, quiet, there was not the slightest sound at the door of the whole apartment, and more than 300 reporters looked at Lan Li in a daze—or at Cornell, waiting for someone to break the silence, but what was going on with the bends and circles just now? How should they continue to ask questions?

Lan Li smiled and nodded, "Very good, we have reached an agreement." Then, he stepped forward and prepared to leave, seemingly with no intention of clarifying the negative news. Is this an attempt to get away with it, or is it sincere?

In a panic, Cornell didn't have time to think about it, and blurted out his words, "Then, you are acquiescing in malicious hype!"