After closing the courtyard and practicing swordsmanship at home for more than a week, it almost stunk. Ren was about to open the door to receive guests.
As a result, as soon as the guard guarding the door was removed, a group of reporters swarmed in like sharks that smelled blood.
"Hello, Master Ackermann, I am a reporter from the Faroland Post. Can I interview you?"
"Hello, Sir Ackerman, I am a reporter from Continental Youth magazine. We would like to do an exclusive interview with you, is that okay?"
"Hello, young Master Ackerman, I am a reporter from "Wisteria Daily". There are several hot issues here. I would like to ask your opinion..."
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Beside the verdant lawn of the courtyard, the atmosphere is lively.
As soon as Ren came out of the villa, he was surrounded by a group of reporters and photographers carrying cameras or notebooks.
He somewhat underestimated his news value.
Although he refused to be interviewed before, the total number of reporters and photographers who came to interview him this time still totaled forty or fifty.
These people come from more than 20 different newspapers or magazines.
Among them, "Farorland Post" and "Wisteria Daily" are newspapers with high influence and sales in the Kingdom, and "Mainland Youth" magazine is very popular among young people from many countries.
"No problem, don't crowd, line up and come one by one."
Ren said calmly. Putting on a small blue suit, he looked quite handsome and charming, and looked full of energy.
He had an indifferent smile on his face. Under his flowing black hair, his sapphire-like eyes were piercing, and his angular face was as tough as a sculpture.
Click... click
The dazzling spotlight kept flashing.
Many photographers present clicked their shutters to take pictures of the appearance of this recently popular youth church.
The Sir Ackerman in front of him had become famous not long ago.
Moreover, he is not as highly exposed as "White Sword" Michelle, "Justice from Heaven" Alfred, "Valkyrie" Kesha, "Black Rose" Sophie and others, and has long been known to the public.
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Therefore, the news value of Master Ackerman, who has been "obscure" before, is very high, and many people and forces are interested in him.
'Doesn't film cost money?'
The dazzling flash made Ren curse and narrow his eyes slightly.
About 50 years ago, a woman named Helen Vigges Marlowe invented the camera, but to this day, cameras are still relatively expensive items.
At least ordinary civilians cannot afford a camera, and film is not cheap either.
Renn paid special attention to the woman named Helen.
Helen was the mother of Miss Catherine and the aunt of the Valkyrie Kesa. Kesa did not like her father and her mother died young. The only elder she respected was Helen... Naturally, he did not dare to be careless.
"Hey, even though I know I'm handsome, you don't have to take photos like this, right?"
Ren said jokingly, feeling a little uncomfortable being flashed by the camera.
After hearing his words, the flash slowly stopped.
A journalist lady wearing a high-collar beige sweater, a white embroidered skirt, and a pair of long black stockings squeezed through the crowd, stepped forward and asked first:
"Master Ackerman, are you so confident in your appearance?"
"It's not bad, I wake up to my handsomeness every day. After all, apart from being handsome, I don't have any other advantages."
Ren replied with a smile.
Reporter: “…”
How narcissistic... Some reporters and photographers couldn't help but roll their eyes. In their opinion, Renne was just handsome, far from being handsome.
The journalist lady just now maintained an awkward yet polite smile on her face:
"Hello, Mr. Ackermann, I am a reporter from the Faroland Post. I would like to ask you a few questions, is that okay?"
"Hello, may I ask." Ren responded calmly.
The Faroland Post is the Kingdom's largest circulation newspaper with a history of more than 100 years and belongs to the 7th Bureau.
The reporter lady looked at Ren with her crimson eyes and asked in a sweet voice:
"Did you know? The public is actually very curious about you. You are only 20 years old. You have become a Saint at such a young age. Your cultivation speed has surprised many people.
Excuse me, do you have any tips or experiences?"
"There is no secret. Diligence can compensate for weakness, and God will reward diligence. The only thing is hard work." Master Ren said with a smile.
The reporter lady was obviously not satisfied with such a perfunctory statement.
She blinked her eyes and said in a teasing voice:
"Master Ackerman, I am 31 years old this year. Others say that I practice very hard. Why am I still so weak?"
'If hard work works, why do you need a genius?'
Ren complained in his heart, but with a serious face, he showed the attitude of a successful social person trying to fool the newbies in the workplace:
"Resources and talents aside, you may not have any goals and lack passion and motivation in your bones... Only an accurate goal can make you work tirelessly!"
"Oh? Master Ackerman, do you have any goals recently?" The reporter's eyes lit up and she asked loudly.
Many reporters also stared at him curiously, because the public was very interested in Sir Ackerman's next move.
Renn: "Yes, I plan to make some money. If you don't have money, you won't have the resources to practice. I believe everyone knows this."
Reporter: "Can you reveal your plan? How much do you plan to earn?"
Ren coughed slightly:
"You can't be too ambitious in life, you have to be down-to-earth. I plan to start a small business... As for how much I will earn, let's set a small goal first. For example, earn one million gold coins first!"
Reporter: “…”
One million gold coins, how dare you say that...
Seeing Renn who was calm and talking, the reporters were speechless. Some young reporters even widened their eyes and were so surprised that they almost dropped their pens to the ground.
Even a saint may not be able to come up with one million gold coins in liquidity!
Renn is not an economist, but in his opinion, the purchasing power of one million gold coins in this world is roughly equivalent to three to four billion gold coins on earth.
Of course he was bragging, and bragging doesn't cost money anyway.
As for being low-key?
There is no need at all. Which one of these geniuses such as "Valkyrie" Kesha, "White Sword" Michelle, and "Human-Headed Dog" Hal is not famous on the mainland?
Unless your identity is hidden or you are wanted, modesty and low-keyness are never popular in this world.
The more famous he is, the more people are willing to follow him.
"Ahem, Master Ackerman, I heard that the kingdom plans to grant you the title of baron... How do you feel about this?"
The reporter girl rolled her beautiful eyes at Ren, reacting to his pretentious words just now.
"This is my honor. Thank you to the Kingdom for its love for me!"
Renn had a look of great honor on his face, but there was no emotion in his heart.
Without hereditary territory, what's the point of having a great title?
The land aristocracy is different from the court aristocracy. The land aristocracy is a wealthy aristocracy that originally owned a large amount of land.
As for the court nobles, they also have the distinction of princes, princes and uncles, but most of them are nobles canonized by the king or queen and basically have no hereditary territory.
Even if there were, there would only be one or two manors, a bit like honorary principals, honorary professors, honorary directors, etc. on earth, just listen to them.
Renn is a court noble conferred by King Farrowland.
The palace nobles are nobles in the true sense. They are recognized by the mainland and enjoy the treatment of ordinary nobles. They have preferential treatment in business, investment and taxation.
But that's it, without land, no matter how big the palace title is, it just sounds nice.
"Hello, Mr. Ackerman, I am a reporter from Wisteria Daily."
A young reporter wearing a jacket squeezed over and said to Ren:
"You have become a Saint before you are twenty years old and are about to be awarded the title of Baron... There is no doubt that you are a real genius. May I ask, what is it like to be a top genius in the mainland?
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Master Ren was silent for a moment. Seeing that he didn't answer, the young reporter sighed softly, showing a look of fascination:
"You can break through the realm easily, you are surrounded by beauties, you have no pressure to make money, and your every move attracts attention...what else?"
Ren just shook his head gently, his face looked a little solemn, and after coughing, he said slowly:
"...Do you think you will be happy that day?"
"...I understand, actually you are not happy, right? Being in the spotlight must be very stressful, and practicing must be very tiring."
The young reporter sighed. Sure enough, no one can succeed casually.
"No." Renn shook his head, "I mean... the genius was really happy that day. You can't even imagine the happiness of being a top genius in mainland China."
Young reporter:???
Reporter: “…”
Everyone: “…”
This rhythm is wrong.
Many reporters and photographers looked at each other with strange expressions.
Since Renn had refused to be interviewed before, they subconsciously thought that he was relatively aloof and low-key, or that he was under great pressure after becoming famous and was not in the mood to accept interviews...
Now it seems that this may be a pretense.
"Hello, I am a reporter from "Plain Plains Evening News", Mr. Ackerman, the Thorn Security Company in Diramo City should be your property, right?" A middle-aged reporter wearing a felt hat squeezed over, a little aggressive
.
"That's right."
"Then do you know? That extremely evil company not only rents tent areas to the indigenous Kangao people, sells arms, and conducts mercenary business, but also fights with gangs in the small town of Conroe, hurting many innocent people...
Excuse me, do you know these things?!"
After the middle-aged reporter asked the question, the surrounding area instantly became quiet, and the other reporters had different expressions on their faces.
Sir Ackerman has been very popular recently and has been attracted by many forces, but that does not mean that everyone will like him.
Some people are hostile to the Witcher Association, some are jealous, and some want to suppress the upstarts...
And Renn also offended many people on the plains!
Reporters were watching Sir Ackerman closely to see how he would answer this question.
Renn raised his chin slightly and looked at the middle-aged reporter: "Sir, no one is a fool. Those things have been decided for a long time. I can make hundreds of thousands of dollars every minute. I don't have time to accompany you here."
Nonsense!"
This... many people in the courtyard twitched their mouths and smiled.
The middle-aged reporter wearing a felt hat snorted coldly and asked loudly:
"Master Ackerman, I can understand that you have a guilty conscience? Or maybe there is some shady secret in this..."
"no no!"
Ren immediately raised his hand to interrupt him and sneered unceremoniously:
"Don't get me wrong, I just don't want to argue with an idiot!
An idiot always feels good about himself. He often ignores objective facts and logic and indulges in fantasy...then lowers your IQ to the same low level as him, and then uses his rich experience to defeat you!
To tell you the truth, I’ve seen a lot of experienced idiots like you.”
"Pfft haha..."
The other reporters present burst into laughter, and the atmosphere was full of joy.
The middle-aged reporter wearing a felt hat turned red with anger.
Many reporters did their homework before interviewing Sir Ackerman. Although they did not know his temperament and character, they also knew a lot of information about him and Thorn Security Company.
What is certain is that Thorn Security Company may not be a conscientious enterprise, but at least it does not violate the law.
"Master Ackerman, flies don't bite seamless eggs. If you haven't done those things, why are you colluding with the indigenous Kangao people, selling arms, and the Thorns Security Company causing violent and bloody conflicts many times, killing innocent people indiscriminately... these
Will negative news spread?"
Another reporter with long brown hair asked aggressively.
Seeing someone taking the opportunity to attack again, everyone looked a little surprised and surprised.
The reporters at the scene became a little commotion, and some smart people were keenly aware that someone was targeting Sir Ackerman!
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! Renn pressed his hands, and the commotion at the scene slowly calmed down. Everyone wanted to hear what he, the person involved, had to say.
"Sir, may I ask, do you have any evidence?" Renn had a smile on his face, but his eyes became much sharper.
"This... this..." The brown-haired reporter hesitated a little.
Ren tilted his head and looked at him: "No? Then do you want to laugh me to death and inherit my one million gold coins?"
"Pfft, haha..."
The whole audience was amused by Ren's venomous tongue. The long-brown reporter was shaking with anger and his eyes were red.
Just as he was about to have a seizure, he was held down by two guards in black uniforms.
Ren snorted, looking very disdainful:
“As a reporter who seeks the truth, exposes facts and seeks truth from facts, I blindly believe in some baseless news.
Where is your work ethic? Where is your conscience? Have you fed the dog?
No matter who you are, you must be reasonable, and you must have evidence when questioning others, rather than rely on guesswork and nonsense.
I see that you are already in your forties. If you were thirty years younger, I could say that you are naive, but now, I can only sadly say that you are mentally retarded!"
"you……"
The scene was filled with laughter, and the "retarded" brown-haired reporter gnashed his teeth in hatred.
The ridicule from many colleagues made his face turn red, but he did not forget that he had received the money, and said loudly and with a stern look:
"Ackerman, you are quibbling! I have investigated you and know your details!"
"A certain chief among the indigenous Kangao people is going to let his daughter marry you, right? Not only that, you also allowed your subordinates to fight with gangs in the small town of Conroe, sell arms, and train those poor young people to become mercenaries.
Army, sent to the battlefield to make money for you!"
"...You warmonger! Executioner! Rape!"
"Collude with the indigenous people, advocate violence, and kill innocent people indiscriminately. You dare not admit how many evil things you have done...but you can't hide it from me, or from the millions of people in the kingdom!"
No one expected that this reporter suddenly became hysterical and went crazy.
When talking about the excitement, this man directly used some insulting words.
The brown-haired reporter seemed to be transformed into a "just fighter."
He made impassioned speeches, constantly broke the news, and put various labels and accusations on Ren, trying to portray him as a complete villain and scumbag!
"this……"
"Is he crazy?"
The scene was a bit chaotic, and many reporters and photographers were shocked.
His words made some people feel suspicious, and their surprised eyes glanced at Ren and the brown-haired reporter.
Some reporters from well-informed major newspapers such as "Faroland Post" and "Wisteria Daily" have realized that this reporter is deliberately causing trouble.
"Pa-pa-pa-......"
Suddenly there was a burst of strong rhythmic applause.
Ren, who was applauding vigorously, attracted the attention of everyone present. Everyone was slightly stunned and stared at him, wondering what his reaction would be.
"There is only one picture at the beginning, and the content is all edited...it's really wonderful!"
Renn's words paused.
He looked at the aggressive brown-haired reporter, pointed his finger at his head, and said seriously:
"There is no evidence and yet you are so eloquent. Sir, there is no doubt that you are a rare talent!
I sincerely suggest that you write a novel. Use your brain and imagination and compile it blindly. Maybe the novel will become popular all over the continent. Isn't this better than being a reporter?"
"Ha ha ha ha……"
The crowd burst into laughter.
The other reporters were not stupid, and knew that the brown-haired colleague was probably deliberately looking for trouble.
All he needs is evidence. It's all speculation. Such obviously subjective conjectures naturally cannot convince these industry insiders.
"I have no evidence, but what about you? What evidence do you have to prove that you didn't do that..."
The brown-haired reporter also tried to make trouble unreasonably.
Ren was already impatient. He waved his hand, and several guards with cold faces immediately stepped forward:
"Throw it out in the trash can at the door, non-recyclable garbage!"
"Ha ha……"
Many reporters laughed again, and two guards took the brown-haired reporter's arms and kicked him out of the villa.
If this wasn't in a public place, Ren would have chopped him to death long ago, and he wouldn't have listened to so much nonsense.
After this commotion, other reporters lost their mood.
After asking a few more questions such as "What are you planning to do recently?" and "Which nobleman may you marry?" the reporters dispersed one after another.
Many reporters in this field have a keen sense of smell and know that Sir Ackerman may be in trouble...
In the courtyard, many people were thinking about something and walked outside.
The reporter from the "Farolland Post" who first asked the question did not leave.
With cascading black hair, a tall figure and graceful curves, she approached Ren's side with a smile, and her red lips whispered in his ear:
"Sir Ackerman, you seem to be in trouble."
"There's no way, I'm not a gold coin, so I can't be loved by everyone."
Renn spread his hands and said helplessly.
Staring at her side face with deep eyes, he could smell the fragrance of her hair, which was mixed with the fragrance of jasmine, rose, tianzhu mint and women's body fragrance.
"Little brother, do you need my help?"
The reporter's voice suddenly became very cold and sweet, like a clear spring in the mountains. It was so beautiful that even her face, which could only be considered average, seemed to have become infinitely charming and full of charm.
"No need, there is no need for Princess Sophie to do such a small thing."
