Koeman is a reporter for the New York Sun, and he usually writes boring entertainment news for money.

The New York Sun is a newspaper with a small circulation, and it specializes in unobtrusive news, such as the assassination of Kennedy by aliens.

The president was Koman's uncle, and the uncle and nephew barely supported such a newspaper that was loved by decorators and painters - the newspaper didn't need money, and it was best to use it for stuff. When the Internet appeared, the only use of newspapers was to wrap things.

While Koeman was not a qualified journalist, the New York Sun was not a serious newspaper. But Koeman also had the ambition to make a big news, and in order to find the right news leads, he made a pact with the New York slivers: as long as it was eye-catching enough, the small news was worth one or two hundred, and the big news was worth a thousand dollars.

The New York Police provide more reliable news leads than anyone else. And they know what to say and what not to say. The news that comes out of their mouths will never step on a minefield, and it can save Koeman a lot of legal fees.

But tonight, Coman seems to have been fooled.

When he heard from a familiar detective that there was big news in Green Park, Koeman immediately gave him $1,000. Then he rushed over from a nearby bar with a DV.

When he walked to the place, he saw a CNN reporter coming out of there.

"Aha, isn't this the New York Daily News reporter's Koman?" As soon as he got out of the taxi, the CNN reporter immediately exclaimed, "Let me guess how much you spent on this news lead? 800 or 1,000?"

"Unfortunately, this is fake news, and I'm afraid you won't be able to reimburse your expenses. ”

Coman ignored the ridicule of his peers, and he insisted on moving towards the position the detective had said. A thousand dollars have been paid, and if you can't prove your stupidity with your own eyes, then won't the dollars be spent in vain?

In front of his peers, Coman deliberately paused for a few seconds.

"Listen to me, Riley, if you keep up this attitude of work any longer. The Pulitzer Prize for journalism will be farther and farther away from you!" After saying the advice to his peers, he walked around the other party and ran briskly to his destination with his DV in hand.

"Hey, did you hear me?" Seeing Coman ignoring himself and feeling that his pride had been stimulated, the reporter turned back to the camera crew and said, "You go back to the car and wait, the rest is my personal vendetta with him." ”

As soon as he got around the corner of the street, he noticed that Coman had stopped, and he was holding up the DV and didn't know what he was filming.

"Hey, what are you doing?" Riley smelled something unusual, and he tiptoed over and grabbed Coman's shoulder to look out.

As soon as he glanced at it, Riley gasped, "Oh my God, who is that?"

Riley swore to God that when they had just withdrawn, there was nothing around the Bronze Bull on Wall Street. But now there's a weirdo over there, a humanoid creature glowing with metallic light in the dim light of the street.

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"It's a strange thing, I thought that the United States was the vice president of the redundant redundant, but I didn't expect that even the copper bull on Wall Street had a backup. If it weren't for the subtle angle differences, and the fact that there were no such fluctuations in the cow's head. I almost thought it was the one I just had. ”

Gu Fan circled around the intact bronze bull, a contemplative look appeared on his silver-white face.

The reason why Gu Fan cut the head of the cow just now was not only to bet with his daughter, but it was more of a warning to people from certain classes.

But he didn't expect that the other party would act so quickly and immediately recover the beheaded cow.

This is obviously not taking his warning seriously, and it has the meaning of "even if you cut it, if you can set off the slightest wave, I will lose".

Okay, since the idiot here wants to show Lao Tzu's face, Gu Fan snorted coldly in his heart: "I can't show weakness, right?"

He glanced around the corner of the street, where there seemed to be two cowering figures: "Come out, I see you." ”

"Oops, he found us. Riley immediately retracted his head.

When he was trying to figure out of it, Coman on the side had already strode out: "Don't shoot, I'm a reporter for the New York Sun, I have no ill will." ”

"Damn, don't go over, you're going to get me into trouble. Riley tried to reach out and grab Koeman, but was too late.

Koeman had already trotted all the way to Gu Fan, holding the DV in one hand and his press card in the other: "Don't worry, I don't have a weapon." ”

"Are you a reporter?At this time, how can there be reporters in this place?" Gu Fan glanced at the DV in the other party's hand, he didn't care at all that his current image was photographed.

"Sir, may I give you an interview?" said Koman cautiously, "why are you here?"

Gu Fan snorted coldly: "I will come here because some people have offended me, and I have to teach them a small lesson." If you're a journalist, maybe you can help me get the word out. ”

"No problem, happy to do so. The New York Sun is a household name in New York City, and our reach spans the entire North American region. Feeling like the Pulitzer Prize was beckoning to him, Koeman's blood boiled all over his body.

"I know who you are and where you are. Remember, don't try to anger someone you can't afford to mess with, or you'll die an ugly death. Gu Fan spoke a series of American English to the camera.

With that, he pointed like a knife and cut the neck of the Wall Street bronze bull again.

This time, Gu Fan didn't reach out to catch the cow's head, but let the cow's head slam on the ground. After completing his threat declaration, Gu Fan left without looking back.

"Can you tell me your name?" asked Koeman aloud.

As soon as Gu Fan's footsteps stopped, his narrow-mindedness grew: "You can call me Brother Gu Tianwang." The pronunciation of the two characters Gu Ge is closer to the pronunciation of Chinese; it can be regarded as his little bad taste.

Looking at Gu Fan's figure disappearing into the air, Coman muttered to himself: "What did he just say his name was called?

"What did that monster tell you?" Witnessing Gu Fan's departure, Riley quietly touched him again: "Did you shoot the scene where he cut off the cow's head?"

Koman raised the DV in his hand and said proudly: "It's all in it, and I swear that whoever gets it will go to whoever wins this year's Pulitzer Prize for Journalism." ”

"100,000 US dollars!" Looking at the DV in Koman's hand, a greedy look flashed in Riley's eyes, and he gritted his teeth and quoted a figure that he thought was sky-high: "This video interview is sold to me, and I am willing to pay 100,000 dollars." ”

"300,000," Coman sat on the ground and said, "Not a penny less." If you don't agree, I think journalists from other companies would be a little more generous than dear Riley. ”

For a third-rate tabloid like the New York Sun, a high-end news material can't bring a bad newspaper back to life, let alone a notorious third-rate reporter like him win a journalism award.

On the contrary, due to the historical bad reputation of the Sun, the value of news materials will be greatly reduced.

However, it is a "well-born" journalist like Riley, and the news flowing out of his hands is more credible.

"Why don't you rob it?" Riley said hatefully, "150,000, not a single cent." If I hadn't been an eyewitness, I would never have believed the authenticity of this tape. You can't sell it to someone else, and it's only with me that you can get the most bang for your buck. ”

"But I must warn you. Koman glanced at the reporter's assistant who had rushed to hear the noise, and he said slowly, "Dear Riley, everyone saw that you arrived here before me. ”

"As a result, you didn't get anything, and I sent out the best news - I wonder if your boss can accept your explanation?"

"Two hundred thousand, don't go too far!" Riley gritted his teeth and threw out his bottom limit code.