F starts... Not Fack!

There is a loop fork attached to the back.

Outside the Midley Street case, it has been carved out by major media. The female reporter who was accidentally injured by Mr. Lawyer is still twenty meters away from the NBC area and belongs to the hapless Fox TV station.

On the streets of Tiny Midley, the wolf looks at the eagle and looks at the herd of female porridge.

The media is still receiving information to rush in, some are taxis, some are bicycles, some are driving private cars, and some are driving live broadcast cars.

The more media that arrives, the more media it attracts.

Online media, self-media.

Those who walked through the crowd holding their phones high knew that they had a string of online accounts hanging from their heads to their buttocks.

This is the era of self-media

It's a feast for the media!

It's the carnival of the times!

Use other people's tragedies to turn them into rapid and upward clicks, the more miserable the better, the more tragic and wonderful, the sharper and more interesting, and the more you can successfully blow up countless eyeballs!

NBC's Anne looked around and saw that it was full of kobolds, and she saw that she was about to overwhelm the number of respondents.

Everywhere there was the sound of haggling with small green papers.

News is valuable.

After all, Los Angeles is also a news center, but usually reporters are dominated by entertainment and sports news, according to the rhythm of Hollywood movies and the schedules of several teams, the work is very orderly, and there is nothing else to report on in this city.

Of course, if you stare at all kinds of murders, there are a lot of materials, but the reputation of Los Angeles will stink like a cloth, and this kind of thing that affects the economy will also attract inexplicable pressure.

But today is different, the Midley Street incident that has exploded no one can be willing to be left behind, this is the kind of real big event that can affect market share with a single report.

ABC ABC came with two teams, one on each end of the street. Although now they belong to Disney, they are no worse than sharks. There are still so many adult viewers on its more than 200 TV stations, you can't let them listen to fairy tales, that thing is long gone in the world.

CBS is also coming, the same two teams. Two live broadcast cars were domineering at the corner of the street, and they fought with the SWAT riot truck, and the reporter was still wearing body armor.

Fox, as its name suggests, weaves through the crowd and is only to be punched and injured by the excited lawyer Mr. Attorney.

Los Angeles Times, Los Angeles Post, Los Angeles Life, Los Angeles People, Los Angeles Economics, New York Times, San Francisco People, San Francisco Times, New York Post, 、......

The difference between local newspapers and foreign newspapers is only in the number of people, local people come in groups of three, and people from other places generally come to two people, one at the head.

The TV station equipment is tall, and the aircraft live broadcast vehicle also has a full set of live broadcast equipment.

The paper media is relatively simple, a reporter often starts an interview with a mobile phone, and everyone has the ability to write news on the mobile phone with one hand and one finger.

They differ from web editors in one thing: their tolerance for typos.

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The small buzz on Fox's turf isn't enough to arouse the interest of NBC's side, maybe it's just that the price hasn't been negotiated, and an interviewee like that image doesn't want him to tell the truth without giving a thousand dollars.

The helpless sorrow and sparse makeup of the Fox hostess were photographed online by more than a dozen mobile phones.

But serious peers with equal strength will not shoot this thing, because in this era, it is equivalent to boosting the ratings of opponents!

As for how Mr. Lawyer settles this little trouble, no one cares, today's focus... It's Midley Street itself!

Last night, what happened!

All reports that have nothing to do with this are worthless!

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Anne sneered and turned her head, continuing to look for a new target.

Gangsters, gangsters, gangsters!

In addition to law enforcement officers and journalists, there are only gangsters on this street!

Anne frowned.

There were a lot of onlookers, and many, many of them were nearby residents, and there was never a shortage of people willing to be interviewed. Journalists know that, and they're looking for someone who knows a lot about it.

The image of the person just now doesn't look like he lives around here, so if you don't accept it, you won't accept it, hmph, and there are violent tendencies.

The choreographer stepped forward and prompted, "Annie, we need to find a real resident. ”

There was only one such street on Midley Street, but there were many people running around the neighborhood claiming to be on the scene, and then reaching out and asking for money for the opening fee.

If you don't have the ability to distinguish, you will have to cheat all the cash you brought out today, and the most you can get is the that these crooks and gangsters learned from the Internet.

The director is actually the biggest leader of this group, and he has to do a good job of every level, one is the content and the other is the money.

Seeing that the host was a little dazed, he lowered his voice: "A few gangsters over there." ”

The female reporter understood and found the next person, who accepted.

A black thug, dressed in a short shirt, wearing a ball cap, a gold chain around his neck, and a few bills in his hand, staggered into NBC's circle of influence.

"What happened last night?"

"How much do you give?" The little thug answered his mouth, his eyes already looked into her chest, and he raised his eyebrows and whistled.

The female reporter said lightly: "One hundred." "By the way, if you agree, you will be asked to see more, and if you don't agree to roll the edges.

"ABC gives more than you." The thugs gestured to another group of people and horses ten meters away, who were also carrying artillery and leading the line.

The female reporter didn't look back: "How much does it give?" ”

"Five hundred." The little thug tilted his head and put on a hip-hop figure in his palm, twisted and sang, "Five hundred, medicine, Dorothy... Play Tu Die Rui, five hundred! ”

"Five hundred?" The choreographer smiled contemptuously, "What do you know is worth five hundred?" ”

"I live there." The thug pointed to the street in the distance, "Where it first happened, I was at home and saw... A lot! ”

"Yes." The reporter signaled, and the on-site director behind him took the money and gestured, and the five Franklins danced arrogantly in the wind.

The thug stretched out his hand to draw money, and the director instantly put it away: "Take your time, boy, I've seen a lot of people like you, you say it first, the money is here, I'll give it to you one by one, but if you talk nonsense, hum!" ”

"Give me one first!" The thug reached out greedily.

Can we deceive you with tens of billions of market capitalization? The director sneered and took out a photo and shook it in the wind: "Let's talk first, we don't lack this money, we lack news!" ”

"Is this live?"

"That's right! Rest assured, your face, we'll code! The director told him impatiently, "And it's already played!" ”

"Nope! Don't fight! The thug waved his hand excitedly, "I want to be on TV!" ”

“..... It's best worth the price if you say it! ”

“ＳＵＲＥ！”

The twisted five fingers make the director want to hit someone.

Deal!

"Let's go!" With a wave of the director's hand, the reporter was already in position, and the thug entered the camera with her.

Female reporter Anne lifted her hair, first stroked a series of scene words to the camera, and then took the microphone to the little gangster: "Tell the audience who you are and what you saw last night?" ”

The thugs were a little overwhelmed and stared at the bill.

The director reluctantly took the money behind the camera, and finally let his face face face face the audience, and those who could send it out were so experienced.

"I'm Best. Beth Poman. ”

Best Baseball Player?

As soon as I heard the name, it was fake, and the director made a beep gesture. Generally, if you find any problems, you have to deal with them, and the so-called live broadcast has to be delayed.

So in the eyes of the audience, the little gangster beeped twice with a mosaic face.

In the broadcast studio of NBC's Rockefeller Center headquarters in New York, a warning signal immediately came from the director's headset: "Decode! ”

There was no reason, and the director did not justify it.

Obviously, blocking a black man's face at random will attract criticism, especially... Now that more than 450 people have been injured, all of them are African-Americans, the director already feels that there is an unsettling atmosphere in the air.

"Do you want his name to be typed?" The director muttered, if you hit it, it would be equivalent to making an advertisement worth 10 million for this kid.

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