For a while, I couldn't associate myself with the four words "famous". No matter in the long or short term, I haven't done anything that is famous far and wide, right?

But the other party directly reported my name and came all the way. If it was really a fraud... the cost of this kind of fraud would be too high.

The woman who stepped ashore first said: "Great, Mr. Marcus! We finally found you!"

She took out a business card from her bag and it said "Federal Overseas Television Correspondent Elliot" on it.

I took it and took a look and couldn't help but exclaimed: "It's a real reporter! He's so young!"

The young woman replied shyly: "Actually, I am a trainee reporter who has just become a regular reporter. This is also my first time to go out alone for interviews!"

"Eh? Then this person next to you is..."

With such inseparable appearance and light feet, I can't be sure that what I see is a substitute, right?

Different from the petite female reporter Elliot, the man who got off the boat and turned blue in the face was much taller. He could be on par with Zach, who was the tallest in the audience, but he didn't have the exaggerated muscles of Zach.

The tall man also stepped forward and introduced himself: "Hello, Mr. Marcus, my name is Stuart, and I am her fiancé. The intern who originally followed this interview is unable to come, so I will accompany her Elliot."

Come together."

It’s okay, okay… Since I visited Mr. Bakir last time, I think everyone looks like a person with a substitute ability…

After finishing greetings with Zach, Kay also came over and greeted me: "Hello, Marcus! They boarded my boat in South Island and specified that they wanted to find you in Ore Town. I will

Let’s go up together for a while. I hope I didn’t disturb you!”

If you're bothering me or not, I'll put it aside. I suddenly felt overwhelmed by this kind of treatment. How should normal people treat me?

"Come on, let's go. Since you're here, I'll be the host. Let's have a feast of lobster, abalone, and sea cucumber tonight. Is it okay to open two bottles of Maotai? I originally raised a lot of scallops, but unfortunately my legs ran away recently, and the rest will be natural.

Degenerated! How are you going to interview this time? Where is the video recorder? Are you hiding it?"

I clapped my hands and said, "Oh, I understand, you are using a hidden camera to make a documentary, right? Okay, okay, then I won't ask!"

The female reporter Elliot said with some embarrassment: "Uh... that's it, Mr. Marcus. Before we set off, we thought it wouldn't be so easy to find you. The photography equipment was left at home without taking it out. Today we can only use words first."

Please record the manuscript first..."

I replied with some disappointment, "Isn't there a photo session? Otherwise, you can go back and get it, and I will wait for you here. You are a reporter, so you must run very fast, right? Are there any Hong Kong reporters as fast as you?"

Elliott said dissatisfiedly: "Why do reporters have to run so fast!"

…………

In Boss Dart's tavern.

The tables and chairs in the hall were rearranged to form a circular face-to-face place. The reporter and I sat opposite each other. When the interview was supposed to start, the atmosphere suddenly became a little awkward.

Fortunately, Ms. Elliott showed extremely high professionalism and took the lead in breaking the deadlock.

"Mr. Marcus, how did you move to this town?"

Raising the topic and making the other party feel the need to take the initiative to talk is a kind of correct guidance - and a wrong demonstration is probably "Really? I don't believe it."

Well, if I have to comment, then this way of using words to slap people in the cheek is still very effective in the program - but it is limited to the effect of the program.

I organized my words and said, "I moved here about three months ago. I won't disclose the reasons and methods... You don't want the Federal Immigration Bureau to cause trouble for me, right?"

Eliot was holding a small notebook and jotting down notes quickly. When he heard this, he suddenly stopped writing, and then wiped back like a tiger, and quickly blackened most of the original words he had memorized.

Seeing this, the female reporter's fiancé Stuart glanced at the notebook and asked in a tentative tone: "Then would you like to talk about your daily hobbies?"

"Of course."

I said very simply, "My daily life is just walking around town chatting, eating and drinking. It's boring, very boring!"

"Is it that simple?"

Miss Elliot looked disappointed.

I retorted: "Don't underestimate my daily life. Let me tell you secretly that I am also the acting police chief of the town. I usually seem to be doing nothing, but in fact I am in plainclothes and visit everywhere to stop illegal activities!"

Stuart was keenly aware of my words and immediately asked: "The acting Sheriff... So there is also a formal Sheriff? Where has he gone?"

"Uh...I was sentenced for stealing ores..."

The air in the tavern suddenly solidified again.

The rustling sound of writing on the notebook suddenly stopped, and then there was the clicking sound of the pen tip breaking due to too much force.

"What's the point of such supervision?"

Miss Elliot roared.

…………

While we were doing the interview, Boss Dart had already taken Kay to live in the dormitory on the second floor. Boss Dart also took this opportunity to consult with the energetic Kay.

"Where did these two guests come from?"

Even though Kay had just experienced a long sea voyage, he was not tired at all. He replied: "They are reporters from the TV station who took my boat to interview Marcus. I didn't expect that I hadn't been back for a year, and there were so many people in the town.

Such an amazing person!"

Boss Dart walked in front unhurriedly, stood at the corner of the escalator, stared at me, touched his chin and said: "This is what I am most confused about... I just want to ask a question."

"Boss, please tell me."

"...What kind of celebrity is this guy?"

As soon as these words came out, the two of them looked at each other for a while, and then walked to our table together.

Boss Dart coughed slightly and said to the tall Mr. Stuart: "Two guests, how is your interview going?"

Mr. Stuart may have suddenly seen a middle-aged gentleman talking to him. He quickly stood up and bowed slightly, expressing a slightly exaggerated but still graceful politeness.

"Hello, sir, I'm very sorry for occupying your space. If it disturbs the business of the tavern, we will do our best to compensate you."

There's nothing wrong with what he said, but even the few town residents I was present couldn't help but laugh, looking at Boss Dart's livid face.

As for the boss's tavern, only drunkards and even rats don't like to frequent it. In addition, Lin cleans it spotlessly every day, which shows a bit of shabbyness to support the facade - if you still have the nerve to ask for compensation

, but just threw the person outside.

"That's not the problem..."

Boss Dart's face, which already had the word "囧" in it, frowned even deeper, "I'd like to express my gratitude to you two for your willingness to come to this town and my tavern. I'm just curious about what makes Marcus worthy of being praised.

It’s just an interview…”

Stuart immediately smiled, hugged his fiancée Miss Elliot's shoulders affectionately, and said: "Although I don't know about this matter, as a TV station interviewee, there must be something special about you. You know?

You can rest assured that my fiancée is a professional reporter for the TV station, and the interview plan has been arranged by the TV station, so there is absolutely no problem. Right, my dear?"

At first, I crossed my legs to watch them spreading dog food in the pub, but from my angle, I could just see Miss Elliot, whose face was sideways as if she was coyly snuggling up, paddling vigorously with one foot on the ground...
Chapter completed!