In order to flaunt their democracy and freedom, Western countries have cracked down on racism very severely in recent years, and if someone shows racist tendencies, they are often attacked by the masses. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

Especially in Europe, the crackdown is even more severe.

So, the Times reporter talked to Lobie. It was also normal for William to have an argument.

"Mr. William, you are wrong, you have deep-rooted racist tendencies in your heart, all men are created equal, how can you distinguish between high and low?"

"Mr. William, your opinion is infuriating! You have to apologize! ”

"This view is too biased, and it's not good! What age is it, and you still have a Cold War mentality! ”

The reporters began to count down Robbie William.

William was very depressed, why did all this special point the signs at me?

In the face of the invasion of red Chinese artists, shouldn't you media reporters stand with me to defend the peace and justice of the free world?

"Hell, when did I make racist remarks? No, no! You're all mistaken, I've never been a racist, I'm attacking someone from an authoritarian country! "Lobi. William roared.

"Do the people of an authoritarian country deserve to be so humiliated by you? Zheng Xiao is just a singer, just an artist, you equate him with China, do you think your statement is correct? For a long time, many people in the entertainment industry have been calling for dirty politics to stay away from this circle, literature and art have no borders, as long as it is good and excellent literature and art, then it should be praised, isn't it? Is it just because someone is from an authoritarian country that we should veto their art? Lobi. Don't you think, Mr. William, that there is something wrong with your mind? The New York Times reporter also rebuked him harshly.

"Mr. William, I think this is a typical act of revenge for personal gain, you are just looking for an excuse to find a reason to try to prevent Zheng Xiao from winning the Grammy Award, I think your behavior is ugly!" Another reporter sarcastically quipped.

For a time, almost all reporters pointed the finger of criticism at Lobie William.

Lobie William was almost stunned.

The reason why these reporters do this, in addition to the justice in their hearts, they are also playing a small ninety-nine, they hope to provoke Lobi William in this way, maybe this bastard boy will do something even more out of tune, which will add a lot of color to today's news.

Lobie William is only twenty-one years old this year, and he also belongs to the kind of singer who became famous as a teenager.

The road went too smoothly, which made him develop an arrogant and rude temperament.

Although I have touched a few hard nails, the frenzy of this product has not diminished much.

Now, he asked these reporters to come over, originally intending to let these people stand on his side and publish the news according to his own will, so as to push public opinion in Western countries in a direction that is not favorable to Zheng Xiao.

But the reporters are not marionettes, and when they come, it is clear that they are going against him, which makes Lobie William almost mad.

He was so angry that he pointed his finger at the reporters who scolded him, and said sharply: "You traitors to the free world, in order to defend a lowly race from an authoritarian country, you do not hesitate to sell your conscience!" Despicable, shameless! I'm going to kill you! ”

The creature said, turning and running to a room on the first floor.

Lobie William's move sent reporters into a commotion.

What's going on?

It's just a debate, and it's so angry?

However, the reporters are not too big of a deal, and the more crazy Lobie William is, the bigger the news gimmick.

The reporters stood there, waiting to see what Lobie William would do next.

However, what everyone didn't expect was that William Lobi took out a light machine gun and aimed the muzzle of the black hole at the reporters who were arguing with him just now.

"Despicable journalists, now you are so much more impassioned! You're going to defend that Chinese scumbag! I'm going to shoot you! Lobie William's eyes flashed with a frenzied glint.

The journalists were terrified.

Especially the Times reporters who were pointed at gunpoint.

He raised his hands in the air, a look of fear in his eyes.

"Don't mess around, please! Mr. William, I have no ill will towards you, and if I have offended you just now, please forgive me. Said the correspondent of the Times.

"Mr. William, you have a great future, you are a well-known singer, you have a huge fortune, think about it, don't shoot, if you shoot, your life and destiny will be completely changed." The New York Times reporter persuaded with beads of sweat on his forehead.

Of course, there are also reporters who are quietly recording the scene where Lobie William goes crazy.

For example, the BBC cameraman who was standing a little behind, his machine set up at the back of the crowd, did not stop filming when Lobie William pulled out his gun, but recorded all these precious images.

"Now, tell me, should we launch a campaign to stop Zheng Xiao from winning the Grammy?" Lobie William asked.

"That's as it should be, you're absolutely right." The Times reporter's head was covered with hot sweat, and he didn't dare to wipe it, for fear that Lobie William would suspect that he wanted to fight back, and then shoot himself.

"Mr. Reporter, how would you write your own news?" Lobie William asked again.

"I will write according to your wishes, I will write whatever you ask me to write, I will call on all the Grammy judges to stay calm when voting, leave the votes to singers from European and American countries, and don't vote for Zheng Xiao, is that okay?" said the correspondent of the Times.

"Let me add one more thing, you must scandalize Zheng Xiao in your own news, and write him as a hated clown!" Lobie William said.

"Yes, yes! I'll write Zheng Xiao as a clown, and you'll get your wish. Mr. William, can you please put the gun down? If you don't know it, you'll get off the rails. The correspondent of the Times said.

"Haha! Are you afraid of death? Right? Lobie William laughed maniacally.

"Yes, no one is not afraid of death. Mr. William, put the gun down, it's too dangerous. The Times reporter said palely.

He saw William Lobie's fingers pressed on the trigger, and William Lobie's whole body was shaking nervously.

If the rider had a spasm in William's fingers, he would have burped.

Therefore, his heart was in his throat, and he was almost scared to death.

"Hahaha! Mr. Reporter, you are so funny! I've decided to reward you with a bullet! Lobie William's finger pulled the trigger.

"Don't!" A lot of people shouted in unison.

"Smack!"

"Wow!"

A jet of water came out of the muzzle of the gun and hit the Times reporter in the face.

The gun in Lobie William's hand turned out to be a water gun!