Chapter two hundred and forty-one, interviews with journalists (part two)

Master Liang, please stay. We are called to the stage

"Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey. Let go. I don't do interviews. I have a bad voice today. "

Liang bin Said also hurriedly follow in the back of the field, heart almost scared out. In normal times, he would be happy to give an interview to a reporter, after all, it can enhance personal image and prestige. But not today.

Today, with his eyes closed, he could guess what the reporter was going to ask. It must be about the news that he and elder Tan had lost their swords yesterday.

If we don't get a response, we're just guessing. If they respond, it confirms what everyone's already suspected, and it's a real loss of face.

Close behind Master Liang is master Tan. Tan Elders of course also want to clay, but the key moment Shangguangjie cut in line, close behind Liang Bin, squeeze in. Although this only lets tan elder half time, but the reporter has already grasped him firmly.

"Master Tan, Dear Master Tan, please stay. We'd like to interview you for a few questions. "

"Well... I don't have a very good voice today either. Maybe some other time. "

"Master Tan, it's all right. We have good hearing. Even if you keep your voice down, we can record it faithfully. Master Tan, did you hear that master Tian Jianzong's disciple in the audience yesterday patted your sword? "

Oh, Weng!

Only the first question, let Tan elder a burst of dizziness, old face hot. Looks like these reporters are really tough. They must be psychology graduates, they really know how to pick a problem.

Fortunately, Tan elder after all mixed for many years, experienced, temporarily barely steady foot.

"uh-huh, " he cleared his throat. "That's what happened. That's because the old man thought the sword had been used for a long time and threw it away. I don't know who picked it up and put it up for auction with my disciples. "

"Oh, is that so? Since noon yesterday, there has been a rumor that you, master Liang and several other ministers lost your weapons because you lost a bet with Master Lu. How do you explain this? "

"This... This is a joke! Did you... did Master Lu say that too? "

"Lu Tong was distracted and did not accept our interview. We do not know his opinion at this time. "

Ha Ha, Lu ran didn't say? Didn't say what to worry about? It seems that Lu ran did not want to bet things leaked out, after all, the impact is not good. Well, what's really going on is up to him.

"Oh, do not ask, because this is fake. I have said, because the old spirit, want to change new, this is deliberately thrown away. You See, I did not buy a new one? "

Elder Tan said and patted his hand on his waist, and sure enough there was a new sword. From the spiritual point of view, I am afraid that is the best of the inferior grade.

"But elder Tan, " the reporter still pursued: "there is a rumor that you have also lost the body of the armor, there are also people saw the master Lu Tong gave them to the elders of the water benders, how do you want to explain

"What's... What's there to explain? Of course it was thrown away. I didn't even want to use the old sword, and I certainly didn't want to use the old armor. The Liu Shui benders are weak after all. It's ridiculous to treat my old weapons like treasure. "

"Why, Master Tan, your sword looks so familiar. Is it inscribed with the word 'wind-like' -- it was bought in the House of wind-like appliances? No wonder some of our colleagues saw you go to the House of wind-like appliances yesterday. "

Tan Elder Hurriedly Wu Sword, do not answer, only to the entrance. Unexpectedly the reporter is very arrogant, still pull him not to let go.

"Master Tan, don't worry. Why is this soft armor on your chest leopard-print? It's a spirit from the Feng Ran Spirit House again. Master Tan, what do you think of the quality of their spirit? "

"Well, it's good, Florida, I mean, it's just fine, it'll do. Okay, I'm going in, I've got a game, you know? No, just ask... ah, here comes Yunfeng Zhou, you go and interview him. "

The reporter this just let him go, hurriedly rush to Zhou Yunfeng in front, give a pull to come over.

"Zhou, we're reporters from Huai Cheng daily. We'd like to interview you about some questions. I hope you don't mind. "

Zhou Yunfeng smiled, raised the collar, touched the hair: "good, you ask. "

"Zhou, I heard that you have more than a dozen Vouzon peak qualification certificates. Are you a forger? Is there any certification business in Zhufengge? "

Zhou Yunfeng is tiny one zheng, did not expect the reporter of Huai State City to hang so, the problem that emerges so strange flower and arrogant at the beginning. Fortunately, he is a broad-minded person, and today in a particularly good mood, do not mind.

"I am a regular student of Fengfengge, not a certificate peddler. Our FENGGE is also a regular school, and I don't have a license business. I have many certificates because I often go abroad and they are easy to be damaged, so I specially prepared many copies. "

"I see. Why did you come to Huaizhou this time? Is it related to the border defense development of Huaizhou? Or is it because of the war now, you are sent by the eastern war to spy on the intelligence? "

"Well... the battle took place in sifangling and Lingdong corridor. I also went to the north to get information. I came to Huaizhou city because it was a place for development and I wanted to ask about it. "

"Did you find out anything? "

I PRY -- mm-hmm. Not Pry, pry. At present, just a preliminary understanding of the Huai State City Customs, know that your side of the reporters are very smart, very good questions. Well, I'm going in, too, and they're waiting for me to explain."

Okay, Prince Zhou, one last question: Do you think you will assassinate Master Lu because he won't pay you? Some people said they saw you and Lu Tong eating noodles together at Zhang Ji's beef shop yesterday noon. What were you talking about? Were you threatening Lu Tong?"

"You... i. . . " Zhou Yunfeng is really angry, never seen such a difficult reporter: "I have no quarrel with Lu Childe, will not do bad things to him, you rest assured. Okay, I really want to go in. "

Block a lot of important people after the interview, the two reporters this just relieved, barely completed the task of Huang Zheng taught them, ready to pack up. At this time, one of them noticed a familiar face coming from behind, quite familiar.

The other reporter gave a wink and quickly followed, stopping the visitor.

"Lord of the South Palace, Florida, oh no, Nangong, we're from the Huai Cheng daily. We'd like to ask you a few questions. I hope you don't mind. "

Nangong Ming Wei Zheng, feeling a lot. At one point, the reporters, Mancheng District, chased him, asking questions, asking questions, making sure he looked great. Unfortunately, few people remember him now.

So Nangong was in a better mood, at least for one more day, to be a story in a corner of the newspaper.

"Yes, ask away, " he said, adjusting his clothes and hair, with his hands behind his back, in the usual manner of a master.

"Senior Nangong, have you been suffering from depression recently? Some people say they often see you wandering the streets alone and feeling unhappy. "

UH...

Just this one question, Nangong can see why none of the people in front of US look like they're being interviewed, Nyima County. I don't think even Xiao Lu can stand it?

"It doesn't exist. I'm not depressed. I'm fine. "

"really? Do you regret that you gave up your position as master to your brother Nangong Ren? You were the most powerful person in Huaizhou city before, and now you feel sorry for yourself because you are no one? "

The South Palace bright tiny tiny one zheng, immediately did not want to speak. Shit, don't think I didn't hear that. You're fucking with me.

"No! " He shouted, and went in by the entrance.

"Well, it looks like you are suffering from depression. Xiao Li, you don't need to be sure about that, but you can clearly hint at it in the report. "

"Okay. "

Two reporters and a few copy hand finishing, rushed back to the newspaper office processing.

A new round of matches has been announced inside the venue. Compared with the previous two days, the number of matches today is relatively small, only more than 40 groups. The morning will be the end of the basic game, and in the afternoon a further break-up. If we have enough time, we should be able to decide the winner tomorrow.

Lu ran into the field, with the wife carefully explained the situation now, let her continue to maintain the spirit of hard-working. Then, along with Godfrey and others, we went to the Yan bank's betting shop.

"Master, how could such a good thing have forgotten us? "

Just came here, a rough voice rushed from behind, it is Chen Kang and a group of Chengguan brothers.

"Uh... you guys GonNa play with this? "

"Master, how could such a good thing have forgotten us? "

As he spoke, another gruff voice came from behind him. It was Liu Wei and the boys.

"Master, Lord Ge has already told us that he has made nearly 10,000 taels in two days. Do you have the heart to make a fortune behind our backs? "

"Well... no, I was going to ask Lord Grantham to inform you. Come, come, go and buy as much as you can. "

As soon as this was said, the enthusiasm of the two groups of people was at least half poured. If nothing else, it's a match on the table -- Harvard, Nangong, Jane Against Chang. The odds on the former are 1.2, the odds on the latter are 3.

"boss, isn't Zhang Feng your wife's cousin? "

"Yes, master, but he never gave up on your wife. "

"Prince Zhang is the new God of licking dogs in Huaizhou city. Shouldn't he just give up? "

The words of all men are drawn from practical experience. Not only them, the whole Huaizhou city of the people have heard that Zhang Feng is a full lick dog, the wife of the host lovesick.