Hanging a camera and a work card, Bi Luji, a senior front-line reporter from Tianwen City TV Station, walked aimlessly in the noisy main venue.

Technicians from the Dragon Group and the staff of the Hammer of Doom Club debug the latest simulation equipment called "Unreal Arena", and they set up a large screen showing an undoubted image of the real environment, and a young man wearing a simulator performs various actions according to the technician's command to test the synchronization rate.

Bi Luji only looked at it twice, and then lost interest. He didn't care about Eternity, he didn't care about the pros, and he didn't even know what the difference between the so-called seventy-eighth sport and other sports was. He only cares about whether he can find news clues in the lively main venue, and only cares about whether he can find an opportunity to ruin others.

He has always been convinced that in the media industry, everything that comes to his door is called a press release. Only those who came by themselves deserve to be called news.

If a news wants to be popular, how can it be without a bit of an argumentative topic.

Bi Luji looked around left and right, and he found at least two places that could be hyped up, one was the sign of the fire escape, and the other was that there was no obvious sign prohibiting smoking in the venue, but the cameraman was not there, and he found it useless.

As soon as he got out of the car, he and the cameraman separated to look for clues.

Bi Luji didn't know where his partner went around to find clues, the main venue was such a big place, and they could always meet when they went around. But he could guess with his sphincter that the guy must still be haunted by the change of lane. Right now, maybe he's walking around the outfield with that camera, trying to embarrass the strange food truck that makes a "beep-to-bilib" sound.

That's fine.

While talking to herself, Bi Luji picked up the camera and pointed it at the ShowGirl who was flirting on the show stage. When the cameraman is not there, he has more freedom to take pictures.

The ShowGirls on the stage were rehearsing their dances in all kinds of simple costumes. They first appeared on the stage in various ways like walking on the catwalk, and then stood in the designated position according to the director's dance steps, playing the elf without the tree, playing the vampire had to lift the coffin board, and playing the werewolf was more sad, not only had to get on all fours, but also had to wear a fur on a hot day.

In the middle of the stage, a huge box is reserved for the exhibition of a painting with the theme of "Eternity" created by a famous young European painter on the day of the introduction.

Bi Luji pressed the shutter on the ShowGirls on stage. He didn't shoot the most beautiful and moving moments of ShowGirls, nor did he capture their intentional or unintentional departures, but the ugliest moments of their faces.

Bi Luji believes that no matter how beautiful they are dressed, how revealing and sexy they are. They are still women at heart.

As long as you're not nymphomaniac, how many women like to wear lingerie to make people look at their thighs, look at their chests and abdomen?

How many women would love lewd otaku who would just hide behind the camera and keep their noses, or DIY their software-embellished photos?

When the first ShowGirls returned to the stage, she put down her camera. He once interviewed several well-known ShowGirls, of course, that interview was also a task arranged by the station, and everyone chatted very relaxed and cooperative.

However, when he introduced the methods of those obscene otaku using their photos, and opened an online forum where many obscene otaku gathered, so that they could see how their photos were modified by some people spraying disgusting turbidity, and how they were used as ** props, none of the ShowGirls still had a smile on their faces.

At the end of that show, only some of the more normal interviews were broadcast, and Bi Lu received an internal warning for this.

But he didn't care.

The effect he wanted had been achieved.

Those ShowGirls he used to interview. Now many have become agents, coaches or bosses of entertainment companies. They will not forget that interview, and they will not forget the picture that Teacher Bilu Jibi showed them.

Are there those ShowGirls who teach by word and deed, and how many new generation ShowGirls can show a sincere smile in front of the flash and the camera on the show stage?

The second batch of ShowGirls appeared, playing the role of an undead girl with a disability and a strong will. Those bones are all metal bones made of alloys, and the weight is not light. But she still danced a sad solo dance in the inferior speaker effect.

The audience burst into applause.

Bi Luji raised the camera and quickly flicked the shutter.

The camera is not focused on the disabled girls that almost everyone is filming, but at the ShowGirls who act as backgrounds.

How many ShowGirls would be willing to act as a backdrop for someone else? Their smiles were very uncomfortable.

But that's exactly what Bi Lu wants to film, and in fact, he likes the forced smiles of those ShowGirls the most.

If you don't really want to laugh, even if you are the best in the industry, the muscles of your face will be deformed and become ugly during the squeezing of your smile. Even though it was only a moment, the camera he held in his hand had a high-speed continuous shooting capability of 50 frames per second, and no matter how fast their expressions changed, they could not record the camera.

Most of the people with the same camera are ordinary photojournalists, who tend to ignore these expressions when selecting photos, and they are still chasing the best naked eyeballs. But Bi Discipline will not, in his eyes, these little girls who came out at the age of seventeen or eighteen to work hard are no different from his informant who was almost killed, he is so ruthless, so like to dig deeper inside, like to create topics, like to guide public opinion, and even do not hesitate to tell those things that normal people will not say in ShowGirl in person - someone takes you as a ** object.

Bi Discipline likes the feeling of manipulating people, and she doesn't like to be manipulated.

He only photographed the famous ShowGirls, and after recording the ugly faces of those ShowGirls in the camera. He glanced at some of the young reporters lying on the ground trying to secretly take pictures of ShowGirl bottoms, and shook his head disdainfully.

After getting married, even if the wife shows them every day, as long as you want to do this thing for thirty or forty years, everyone will feel bored.

"Purple ripples are out."

Just as Bi Luji was about to leave, an excited trill pulled him back.

Purple ripples?

Bi Luji quickly raised the camera and pointed it at the girl wearing a set of leather armor and a COS elf character. The purple ripple in the lens is the same as in the past, the same confidence and pride, and the smile is also the same enthusiasm, even if you use the high-speed continuous shooting function, the photos taken are only her smile and more smiles.

However, what Bi Lu wants to shoot is not Zi Yunlian, picking up the camera is just pretending to make herself look normal. In his mind, Zi Lian is an exhibitionist, the more people who take pictures of her, the happier she becomes, and she doesn't care where those photos go and how they are used.

Bilu has some sympathy for the guys who are lying on the ground trying to take a picture of ShowGirl bottoms, and they can't afford to take a picture of safety pants.

Zi Lian made her debut as a ShowGirl at the age of 16, and she has been running down various electronics industry-related exhibitions for so many years, and she has long understood that Zi Lian's appearance is more coquettish than most of the ShowGirls on stage, but the conservative thinking in her bones is probably stronger than most ShowGirls.

The lens of his camera was aimed at the expressionless girl behind Zi Yunlian.

The new generation of the Xia family, Eve!

Bi Luji looked at the girl wearing a papier-mâché armor in the camera, but in her heart she was admiring the organizer's good intentions.

The papier-mâché armor covered every key part of Eve's body.

Some people may be puzzled, but if you think about the property of the golden sand beach used as the main venue, you can understand.

Elders don't need any reason to protect juniors.

The children of the Xia family are very low-key in Tianwen City, and the industry they are engaged in is generally low-key. Although they are all surnamed Xia, they have little contact with each other, and they are far from being as close as other powerful families.

However, the Xia family's influence in Tianwen City has reached the generation of Xia Gongpu and Xia Zhiying's brothers, and it has continued for a full fourth generation. Moreover, Bi Luji once heard a colleague who has an in-law relationship with the Xia family mention that the young talents in the Xia family's side branches, "courtesy, righteousness and honesty" and "keeping promises", have spread all over the land of China, involving various industries, and have truly achieved branching out.

Countless families that were far more beautiful and powerful than the Xia family fell into the garbage heap of history, and countless new magnates took their place.

The Xia family is still standing in Tianwen City like a tumbler, they have not been shocked, no one in the family has been sentenced, not that no one has been killed, but they are still there, among the top elites in Tianwen City. Their business is still all over the world, even if the eldest of the Xia family of the previous generation ate peanuts for intentional homicide, his daughter is still a 38 red flag bearer for ten years, is still an excellent teacher, is still a model worker, and a representative of the National People's Congress, and the second child still does business on the moon, and the future of the family has not been affected in any way.

This is just the tip of the iceberg revealed by the Xia family.

Bi Luji didn't take a picture and put down the camera. He knows very well what to shoot and what not to shoot, but it's better not to shoot than to pick and choose after the fact.

Holding the camera, it's just to make a show, not wanting to be laughed at by his peers that he was scared by a girl.

Bi Luji looked around, and some of the older reporters were like him, holding cameras and pretending, while other young reporters were pressing the shutter frantically in the sky, and some new media that did live webcasts even pointed their cameras at Eve. They don't know the history of Tianwen City, they don't know the past of the Xia family, and naturally they don't know how powerful the Xia family is.

To put it mildly, the ones who took the most photos today are afraid that the next time I see them again, I won't eat this bite of food again.

Eve and Purple Ripple walked through a passage to the roaring singing, bowed to the photojournalists in the audience, and returned to the back of the stage hand in hand.

Seeing those two beautiful shadows disappear, Bi Luji finally breathed a sigh of relief, not only him, but all reporters of some age breathed a sigh of relief. They looked and saw that they were all acquaintances, so they nodded to each other and dispersed, leaving only a group of young men in their place.

Bi Luji walked around and found that the major equipment manufacturers and major clubs that had booked booths were not yet in place, and only the local star enterprises in Tianwen City, the Hammer Club of Doom, came to the rehearsal site today.

Club manager Guo Yiming is surrounded by many reporters.

Bi Luji has no interest in squeezing in and rubbing a stinky sweat, anyway, there is a press conference after the final rehearsal, and it will be the same when the time comes. He walked out of the main venue, paused near the parking lot, took out a cigarette and lit it, took a pleasant puff, and exhaled a ring of cyan smoke.

"Sorry sir, the smoking room is in the lounge in the parking lot." A security guard in a black suit suddenly stepped out of the green belt on the side and kindly reminded Bi Luji, "This is a non-smoking area. ”