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Chapter 247 Answering reporters’ questions
It was obvious that Mr. Owl came with a mission.

The first question went straight to the point, asking about Duan Mingyuan's relationship with the United Front and whether it was true that the rebels called him a spiritual leader. He also emphasized that this was a question that the entire universe was concerned about at the moment, and people from different civilizations were eager to know the deeds of this spiritual leader.

Because of this, the reporter from the Peace Dove Newspaper was ordered to take the opportunity to risk his life by flying close to the ship of the rebel spiritual leader, in an effort to restore the most authentic Duan Mingyuan for the universe.

However, long before setting off, Duan Mingyuan had carefully studied the techniques used by many important figures in the universe when answering reporters' questions.

“Fake news”, “Next question”.

Today, Duan Mingyuan has mastered these two ways of answering to perfection.

But for the owl, this visit was destined to be unpleasant.

Although Duan Mingyuan accepted his interview, he remained unmoved during the interview. Even when he took out photos of the planet's surface destroyed by the Iron Guard Consortium and described how many unarmed civilians died in the war, Duan Mingyuan's attitude did not waver at all.

Compared with the rebel leaders who dare to speak out and are willing to speak out, this guy is just like a politician!
Of course, the owl did not deny that he had bad intentions.

This was a typical leading question. Even if Duan Mingyuan had no connection with the rebels of the United Front, these photos and the shocking death toll would inevitably arouse sympathy, and even make people want to condemn the Iron Guard Consortium fleet's inhumane orbital gun strikes.

This would put Duan Mingyuan on the side of the rebels.

In Owl's opinion, this is the best way to use journalism in this era of information explosion - every piece of news reported is the result of careful screening by reporters and editors-in-chief. Although they are all facts, they can lead to completely different interpretations depending on the angle of interpretation and the way of expression.

The entire universe is experiencing a butt fight.

In fact, few people care what the truth is. People just want to read what they want to see in the news.

For example, in this case, people hoped to get an affirmative answer from Duan Mingyuan, such as nice words like "My heart is with the people of the United Front."

Owl has long mastered the secrets of journalism. Everything he does is never a fight for the truth, but a response to the expectations of the readers of Peace Dove Daily.

This was a rare opportunity, and he didn't want to give it up. "According to the latest news received by the newspaper yesterday, the direct conflict between the Iron Guard Consortium and the United Front has turned five planets into 'death stars' without any signs of life. What do you think about this?"

"False news."

"No, this is real data. If you have any objections to this, I can show you the first-hand intelligence of the United Front."

"Then the next question."

Apart from these two sentences, you can't say anything else, right?
The owl's eyelids twitched violently several times.

"Okay, let me ask you another question. How long do you expect this war to last?"

"Until it's almost over, next question."

"You never directly answered any questions from beginning to end!" It was difficult for Owl to remain calm. The man in front of him was not only a politician, but also a master of nonsense literature. "What about this highly anticipated Sixteen-Star Summit? Do you plan to put the issue of the United Front on the table during the summit? As far as I know, the high-pressure policies implemented by the Iron Guard Consortium in recent decades have caused dissatisfaction among many people, and many people call this war an 'anti-corporate war'. I just want to let you know that there are still many of your supporters in this universe. Don't you plan to say something to them?"

Duan Mingyuan listened leisurely to Owl's increasingly intense tone. He really wanted to persuade the other party not to be anxious.

However, considering that the other party had come from afar, Duan Mingyuan still felt sympathy and this time he did not try to evade the question with a few words.

He straightened his face and replied, "You know, I'm just focusing on what I have at hand. I know it's tough, so I wish them good luck and let's see what happens next."

The interview is over.

This answer became the last straw that broke the camel's back for Owl. Without even enjoying the Ranger's exquisite refreshments, the reporter from the Peace Dove Newspaper angrily left the ship and returned to his aircraft.

But he didn't give up.

This will become a follow-up report - no matter how proficient Duan Mingyuan is in nonsense literature, after the Sixteenth Summit begins, he will definitely express his and Blue Star's position, unless their trip is just for tourism.

Although spots are precious, the newspaper should be able to get a reporter spot to enter the summit venue.

"it's a pity."

Jiu Yue sat opposite Duan Mingyuan and said, "These are the snacks I carefully selected."

Mr. Owl missed the delicious food from Blue Star and failed to become a delicacy, which made her very regretful.

The regretful way was to pick up the plate of braised duck tongues, put it on your knees and chew it with relish.

Another regret was that Mr. Owl did not interview her. When September returned to the kitchen to get tea, she was ready. She carefully selected several representative stories about ogres.

But soon, her attention shifted to braised duck tongues.

Mr. Mingyuan was right. Instead of worrying about the people on the united front, they should focus on the matter at hand. "Mr. Mingyuan, try it. This braised duck tongue is delicious!"

She handed the duck tongue to Duan Mingyuan across from her, her eyes full of anticipation, "What do you think? Is the spicy feeling exciting?"

"You know, spicy duck tongue is usually spicy."?

September tilted her head, and a big question mark appeared on her little head.

She didn't know what Duan Mingyuan was talking about.

Mr. Mingyuan...is it broken?
Just as she was hesitating whether to take Duan Mingyuan back to the room and check him from head to toe, the latter finally returned to normal and commented, "It tastes good."

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After dealing with the reporters from the Peace Dove Newspaper, the next week's sailing was smooth.

During this journey, there were no encounters with space pirates, nor were they blocked by the terrifying space creatures that were rumored.

On the bedside table in Duan Mingyuan's room lies a book called "A Guide to Dangerous Creatures in the Universe", written by a famous interstellar adventurer. Recently, Jiuyue has been reading this book every night with his head buried in the quilt. When there are tense scenes, the little fox keeps crawling into his arms, and its tail will wrap around his calves like a rope.

There are still many unknown creatures in this universe.

From swarms of locusts that cover the sky like a plague to space piranhas that are larger than planets, this book records many cosmic creatures that have defeated corporate fleets.

Duan Mingyuan felt that September had made a great contribution to the smooth journey.

As an interstellar explorer, he suggested that every flagship could invite a Ruihu on board when setting sail. The Ruihu's innate good luck would protect the flagship from dangerous cosmic creatures or various disasters that could not be explained by science.

In this process, Duan Mingyuan understood why so many people suffered from navigation syndrome.

Interstellar travel is not as romantic and beautiful as people imagine. During the voyage, the concepts of time and space will gradually blur. Everything outside the window will no longer change. Only the constantly changing numbers on the console will remind them that they are getting closer and closer to their destination.

The clever star, the exquisite hometown.

A planet that gave birth to countless outstanding mechanical masters.

The briefing said that the summit site was one of the richest cities in the entire universe, but when the Ranger approached the surface of the planet, Duan Mingyuan and everyone on board felt that they had been defrauded.

The Blue Star people's imagination of wealth is beaches, oceans, and magnificent five-star hotels. However, what comes into view at this moment is only a desert.

"Are you sure the navigational beacon is correct?"

The third prince asked, gazing at the endless desert.

There were still three days until the opening ceremony of the summit, and he had already made a plan. After the Ranger landed, he would stay in the super five-star hotel in the Artful Throne, let Caidie change into the swimsuit he carefully prepared, and fully enjoy the vacation time in a foreign country.

Interstellar travel is really exhausting.

But now, not only can we not find any super five-star hotels or open-air swimming pools, we can't even see a ghost on the surface of the earth.

"The sign shows that this is the Jiqiao Star."

Upon hearing this, the crew members immediately turned their attention to Linglong. After all, there was a native of Jiqiao Star among the group.

“That’s not what’s in the photo.”

Linglong was as confused as everyone else. She took out the photos she brought from home and showed them to everyone.

Over the past few decades, the planet Jiqi seems to have undergone tremendous changes, so that all you can see across the entire planet is endless desert.

After flying close to the ground for nearly twenty minutes, the group found the first town.

The small town is located in the center of the desert. With dilapidated mud houses and residents living in groups of three or four, the air is filled with a desolate atmosphere.

Duan Mingyuan parked the Ranger in the open space outside the town. When he got closer, he found that people in the town seemed to still use animals as a means of transportation. There was a shabby pickup truck parked next to the largest house in the town, but it seemed to have been scrapped for a long time.

Seeing Duan Mingyuan and others approaching, the people in the town swarmed over and surrounded them as if they had seen their saviors.

There was constant sound of prayers and discussions.

The people in the town have dark skin, chapped lips, and many people are suffering from varying degrees of dehydration.

"Water, do you have any water on your aircraft?"

"We can trade it with things from town."

"Take whatever you like, just give us water..."

(End of this chapter)