American Scandal King

Chapter 44 Picking up news

After reading domestic reviews, Ian habitually read reviews from abroad, especially those from China.

As expected, the reflection trend among readers is still very popular.

There are no moral issues to consider this time, so what follows is a lavish praise of Ian Carr's live shootout.

"A brave journalist who dares to face all dangers."

"He fulfilled his duty as a citizen and bravely protected the innocent. He also did not forget his responsibility as a journalist and continued reporting amidst the hail of bullets."

"Ian Carr has grown up compared to the River House. Last time he was doing interviews during breaks in the gunfight, but now he's recording everything directly in the midst of gunfire."

"He was a brave warrior."

“Who among our journalists can do that?”

Some people couldn't stand this shameless flattery and asked in return: "It seems that there is only one Ian Carr in the United States, right? I didn't see any other reporters shooting interviews."

Reflection Stream was blunt: "What you should be asking is what kind of environment creates the soil for nurturing such a heroic journalist."

Someone responded: "Of course it's an environment with gunfire everywhere. I don't want such an environment. Who of you wants it?"

It was a sober answer, but unfortunately the overall environment was not right and I was directly criticized by a group of people.

This world doesn't require independent thinking, just follow the crowd.

Ian also felt sympathy for the guy.

Although you are clear-headed, why go against political correctness?

Going with the flow is not the right way, but it is definitely the way to make money!

Looking back at the comments from my peers, I didn't find any sarcasm towards me this time. If there was any, it was the Los Angeles Times, which said, "He should have let the president do the shooting and taken the photos himself. He neglected his job!"

You have a point, but the problem is that Gaskell really can't do it... Keyboard warriors never consider the implementation issue.

Just as I was watching this, there was a knock on the door.

Ian opened the door and saw Gaskell and Lena standing at the door.

The old man smiled and said, "I have an appointment with a friend and I'm going there now. How about you?"

Ian shrugged and pointed at the camera: "Wandering around the streets."

Journalists sometimes lack connections, so they'll roam the streets with cameras to get news. Big news is news, small news is news too; what you get depends on luck.

As for Ian, his "luck" has always been good.

So since he has nothing to do, he might as well go out for a walk today.

Ian calls this "picking up news."

Gaskell said, "Then we'll see you tonight."

The two parties separated.

Ian had already found a car rental company, and when the car arrived, he got in with his Canon camera.

Ian's current habit is to carry three pieces of equipment when he goes out: a large camera, an ARRI, a Canon digital camera, a laptop, and a bunch of wireless mini cameras and matching monitors.

For this reason, his suitcase contained no spare clothes, only equipment.

At this moment, Ian drove into the city and strolled around the streets.

Bordered by San Francisco Bay to the west and Berkeley to the north, Oakland boasts a relatively elegant environment. Its downtown area is bustling with skyscrapers and bustling traffic.

On the other hand, Oakland is also known as one of the most violent cities in the United States. If you're willing to look, you'll find all sorts of violent news here. West Oakland, in particular, is a classic no-go zone at night.

There are homeless people, gangs, and poor people living in RVs and under bridges everywhere. They can turn into thugs at any time if they want.

It's a pity that Ian doesn't have the ability to move calmly through the hail of bullets yet, otherwise he would only need to take a walk around those chaotic and uninhabited areas every night, and there would be gunfights every night and revelations every day.

That won’t work either. If you report this every day, readers will get tired of it.

We need to add more plot!!!
At this moment, Ian was thinking while wandering around casually, taking various photos in the streets and alleys from time to time.

Journalists don't have to find any major events. They can just walk through the streets occasionally, take some pictures, and then write some random thoughts based on what they took.

such as:

What makes our cities so desolate?
What is causing our people to live on the streets?
What causes sewage to accumulate in our cities?
What makes our homes run down?
Add some sensationalism, some imagination, and some rambling, and a report is complete.

So as long as you want, anything can be a topic, but it just won’t be a hot topic.

Yet more than 80 percent of the news reports in this world are of this kind.

There always have to be some words to make up the numbers.

Even though he is used to breaking big news, Ian will occasionally write some articles of this kind. This will not do much for the eyes, but it can enhance the impression in people's minds. And as his fame grows, even the casual things he writes will be read... and can also earn some money.

In fact, those erotic words are not just for show, there are indeed some inner feelings.

It has been three months since he traveled through time. Although he is adapting to this country, Ian can still feel the huge gap with the United States sometimes.

On one hand, there is chaos and disorder, with murders, robberies, and fights happening at any time; on the other hand, there is prosperity and luxury, with boutiques on the road, luxury cars, and all kinds of people in the open-air tea bars under the sun.

They laugh and they relax.

They kill, they do evil!

The sense of division in the American world is so strong that Ian seems to be walking on the middle line between hell and heaven, with occasional overlapping areas.

After driving all the way to the city, Ian found a place to stop.

He strolled along the street, exploring as he went, and actually found some small news. It wasn't big news, but at least it was worth publishing.

These news stories usually consist of a few brief sentences after taking photos, and Ian would send them to Lloyd, asking him to hand them over to the editor to write, so Ian wouldn't have to worry too much.

Walking along, Ian came to a white building.

There was a sign on it saying Ilek Private Hospital.

There are many private hospitals in the United States, or the best hospitals in the United States are basically private, and they are usually managed by a famous doctor.

After the banquet, Ian asked some people and learned that Avison, the owner of an Auckland paint company, seemed to have a long-term connection with the hospital.

The best way to find evidence that Ivison has cancer is through the hospital, and for a big boss like Ivison, the best doctor in the hospital, Elek himself, is basically in charge.

At this moment, Ian was standing at the door of the hospital, turning on the X-ray vision. While he was watching, he was suddenly stunned.

"Lena? Gaskell?"

Why are they here? Didn't they say they were going to visit Ivison?

Or should I go directly to Dr. Elek and ask for the medical records?

Just as he was thinking about it, Ian's expression suddenly changed and he cursed: "Fuck!"

The next moment he rushed into the hospital.

(End of this chapter)