Watching Deng Debing bandage the hare, Zhang Luo also went down the mountain with the photographers. Maybe it was an illusion, maybe it was something else, and as he left, Zhang Luo felt the hare cast a grateful look at him. Although the rabbit's eyes are red, Zhang Luo thinks he will not admit his mistake because of that gratitude.

After everyone went down the mountain, Zhang Luo invited them to dinner, which was also a thank you to the photographers who had been busy all day. Just ate some special dishes, and everyone went back to the hotel. There was no drinking, and the photographers had to retouch the film in the evening.

At the entrance of the hotel, Tian Taichang was waiting there early in the morning. Say a word of hard work to every photographer, and say that you will invite everyone to have a good meal when you go back.

"Teacher Zhang, you've worked hard!" Tian Taichang greeted Zhang Luo with a smile.

"I don't have any hard work, but the photographers in the stage must be very tired. Here, I would also like to say thank you to Director Tian for President Qi, without Director Tian's support, this matter would not have been over. Zhang Luo said sincerely, Zhang Luo still admires Tian Taichang very much. A busy day as a photographer is, logically, just their job. But Director Tian still greeted them one by one, and for this alone, it was inevitable that Tian Ruxin could become the deputy director at such a young age.

"Haha!! Teacher Zhang said with a smile, this is what we should do. Respecting the facts and reporting the facts is the consciousness that a news media person should have. Tian Tai waved his hand, skimming over the topic succinctly.

"Not everyone can be like Director Tian, and there are not necessarily many news media like Director Tian who respect the facts!" Zhang Luo said with some sighs, he had experienced it in his previous life. There is a cart selling steamed buns at the entrance of Zhangluo Community, and a bad media report that the fresh meat of this steamed bun is made of plastic, and the steamed bun cannot be sold. The boss also had no source of livelihood, and a few months later, in order for the child to be able to study, he took the risk to rob, but was shot dead by the police. The head of the family fell, and the whole family was finished.

At that time, the media only reported that the buns sold by someone in the city were made of plastic mixed with rotten meat to make meat filling, and after a period of investigation, they did not find it. A female reporter who wanted to rise, so she casually found this cart to sell steamed buns to report, and the boss of the car shouted and beat her, and she also moved and changed her name for this. It is also said that there is a problem with the buns made by the cart, and people in the city are reluctant to go to other places where the cart sells steamed buns. The man can only look for other jobs, but unfortunately, a person with no diploma and no professional skills can not find a job with a high salary in the city, and in the end he takes risks for the tuition fees of his two sons, which ends in tragedy.

After chatting with Director Tian for a while, Zhang Luo said goodbye and returned to the room, preparing to take a bath and broadcast the pictures taken today. Especially the hare part, Zhang Luo really wants to share it with the audience.

Half an hour later, Zhang Luo dried his hair, his spirit was strong, and he opened the live broadcast room and said to the audience and friends: "Dear friends, Xiaoluo has appeared again, today I will broadcast what the anchor saw and heard in the deep mountains and old forests." ”

"Ace Pigeon, can you not attack suddenly, and also, hurry up and go to other cities, don't keep wandering in the plateau. When was the wild boar cruelly popping chrysanthemums, don't say I didn't remind you. "It's not just this one person who has a grudge against Zhang Luo, now the popularity of Zhang Luo's entire live broadcast room has been hovering around 30,000 to 50,000, and if the show is particularly exciting, the number of people in the live broadcast room can reach 100,000. For Zhang Luo, this number is already very good, for the so-called 300,000, 500,000. Zhang Luo has no ball, can't broadcast the ball game live, and the whole live broadcast is a bit intermittent, which can cultivate a group of loyal audiences, Zhang Luo is very content.

"Well, since everyone doesn't want to see me, let's just watch the plot. We don't want advertising, we want efficacy. Zhang Luozhong said a word, and immediately turned the picture to the content of the camera. The scenery along the way is also very good for the audience in the live broadcast room, and now in big cities, where can you see squirrels. It's just Zhang Luo's panting sound, which makes the friends in the live broadcast room a little uncomfortable, Nima, this is really rough and not handled, and the wild ducks are all barking.

As the picture and camera progressed, a few minutes later, I came to the rabbit's nest. Listening to the sound of the creek and looking at the tattered rabbit nest, many viewers' hearts were a little blocked, especially the part of the female rabbit coming back, the emotional girls couldn't help it at first, and cried in front of the computer screen one by one.

The photo at the end of the end indifferently recorded the state of the rabbit, and at this moment, the live broadcast room was boiling.

"Anchor, don't tell me, in the end you left like this, if so, I promise I won't kill you." Agitators.

"Anchor, what happened to the little rabbit in the end? Did you help the bunny? "Moderates.

"Teasing the anchor, cruelly playing animal cruelty pictures, or people?" Sunspot.

"I strongly ask the anchor to apologize, such a pitiful scene is still recorded, does the anchor have any sympathy, let's not watch such a picture, delete the video, and the anchor apologizes." An animal lover who was brought in by Kuroko.

"I believe in the anchor's character, there must be a follow-up to this matter, and the anchor must have saved this poor family. The sunspots are rough. "Zhang Luo's die-hard faction, they already have some understanding of Zhang Luo's personality, they will definitely not believe that Zhang Luo has no follow-up.

Zhang Luo looked at the chat history on the screen, a little dumbfounded, what is this, Zhang Luo hasn't said what happened later, one by one he has already made up Zhang Luo's cruel injury to the hare, it's really a dog. Zhang Luo's current mood, if you use words to describe it, broadcast it on the TV station, it is pyridoxine! A whole bunch of auto-blocking.

"As if I didn't say that I cruelly abandoned or killed the little rabbit, right? I don't think I have said a follow-up yet, right? Zhang Luo said helplessly in the live broadcast room.

"Okay, I just believe that the anchor is not this kind of person, it's okay to hack the anchor, listen to it yourself, the anchor doesn't care where there is, or it hurts the rabbit."

"Upstairs, then you ask the anchor to come up with evidence to prove that the rabbit is okay now, or rather, release the follow-up shooting video."

"Or just send the photo, since the anchor said it didn't hurt, then there must be a photo, right?"

"I didn't take any follow-ups, but I can go to school tomorrow and take a full picture of the rabbit for everyone to see." Zhang Luo said speechlessly.

"Huh! Tomorrow? Who knows where the anchor will go tomorrow to find the same rabbit, and then hurt it and show it to us? Either take the evidence now, or apologize now. ”

"Apologize, apologize. The anchor is inhumane, and if you don't explain it clearly, you will never watch the anchor show again. ”

"Even poor animals have to be harmed, anchor you are still human?"

Looking at the scrolling screen in the comment area, Zhang Luo was speechless, what is the difference between this and proving that Zhang Luo is Zhang Luo. What is called the absence of follow-up photos is to hurt the hare. At this moment, Zhang Luo really understood the thing of online live broadcasting, and he had to face not only gifts and compliments, but also being blackened by the rhythm, how to explain what the eggs of Dumu were for.