American Gossip King

Chapter 44 Picking up news

After reading the domestic comments, Ian habitually looked at the international comments, especially those from China.

As expected, the reflective style of Zhiyin readers continues to be very popular.

This time, there was no need to consider moral issues, so what followed was unrestrained praise for Ian Carl's live gunfight.

"A brave journalist dares to face any danger."

"He fulfilled his responsibility as a citizen by bravely protecting the innocent, and at the same time, he did not forget his responsibility as a journalist, continuing to conduct interviews amidst gunfire."

"Compared to his riverside villa, Ian Carl has grown. Last time he was conducting interviews during lulls in the gunfight, now he's recording everything directly amidst the hail of bullets."

"He was a brave warrior."

"Which of our journalists can do that?"

Some, however, couldn't stand this shameless praise and retorted, "Isn't there only one Ian Carr in the US? I haven't seen any other reporters firing shots during interviews."

The commentator bluntly stated: "What you should be asking is, what kind of environment would create the soil for cultivating such a heroic journalist?"

One person responded, "Of course I want an environment with gunfights everywhere! I don't want that kind of environment. Who among you wants it?"

It was a sober answer, but unfortunately, the environment wasn't right, and I was immediately attacked by a group of people.

This world doesn't require independent thinking; you just need to follow the crowd.

Ian also felt sorry for that guy.

Even though you're 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!

Turning to the comments from his peers, this time there was no sarcastic remark. The only exception was a sour comment from the Los Angeles Times: "He should have let the bank manager do the shooting, and he could have taken the photos. He neglected his own job!"

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

I was watching just then when there was a knock on the door.

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

The old man smiled and said, "I've made plans with a friend and I'm heading over now. What about you?"

Ian shrugged and pointed to the camera: "Just wandering around the streets."

Sometimes, when reporters lack connections, they'll wander the streets with their cameras in search of news. Big news is news, small news is news; it's just a matter of luck what they get out of it.

For Ian, his "luck" has always been good.

Since he had nothing else to do, he decided to go for a stroll around the streets today.

Ian called this "picking up news".

Gaskell said, "Then see you tonight."

The two then parted ways.

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 always carry three items when he goes out: a large ARRI camera, a Canon digital camera, a laptop, and a bunch of wireless mini cameras and their accompanying monitors.

Therefore, his suitcase contained no spare clothes, only equipment.

Now, Ian drove into the city and wandered around the streets.

Oakland is bordered by San Francisco Bay to the west and Berkeley to the north, and its environment is relatively elegant. The city center is very bustling, with skyscrapers standing side by side everywhere, and the roads are busy with traffic, making it very lively.

On the other hand, Oakland is also one of the most notorious cities in the United States for riots. If you're willing to look, you'll find plenty of news about violence there.

West Auckland, in particular, is a typical no-dark zone.

This place is full of homeless people, gangs, and poor people living in RVs and under bridges. They can turn into thugs at any time if they want to.

Unfortunately, Ian doesn't yet have the ability to navigate through gunfire with ease. Otherwise, he could simply take a walk through those chaotic no-man's-land every night, and there would be gunfights every night and breaking news every day.

That won't work either; if we report on this every day, readers will get tired of it.

They need to add more plot!!!

As Ian pondered this moment, he wandered aimlessly, occasionally snapping photos of various subjects in the streets and alleys.

Reporters don't necessarily have to find any major events. They can just wander the streets occasionally, take some photos, and then write down their thoughts based on what they've seen.

such as:

What has made our city so desolate?

What is it that leaves our people sleeping on the streets?

What has caused our city to be covered in sewage?

What has made our house so dilapidated?

Add a touch of sentimentality, a bit of imagination, ramble on and on, and a report is done.

So anything can be a topic of conversation if you're willing, it just won't become a hot topic.

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

There always needs to be some filler text.

The latest novel is first published here!

Even though he's used to breaking big stories, Ian still occasionally writes articles like this. It doesn't do much to improve people's eyesight, but it can enhance their impression of him. And as his fame grows, even his casual writings get reads... and he can earn a little money.

In fact, those sentimental words weren't all just filler; they did reflect genuine feelings.

Three months have passed since Ian transmigrated to this country. Although he is adapting to it, he can still sometimes feel the huge gap between the two countries.

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

They laughed, they relaxed.

They kill, they do evil!

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

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

He strolled through the streets, exploring as he went, and actually found some small news items—not big news, but at least worth publishing.

These news stories are usually taken with a few photos and a brief description. Ian then sends them to Lloyd, who then hands them over to the editor to write the article, so that Ian doesn't have to worry about it too much.

After walking for a while, Ian came to a white building.

It had a sign for the Eco Private Hospital hanging on it.

The United States has many private hospitals, or rather, most of the best hospitals in the United States are private, and they are usually headed by a well-known doctor.

After that banquet, Ian asked around and learned that the owner of the Oakland paint company, Iverson, seemed to have a long-term connection with the hospital.

The best way to find evidence of Iverson's cancer is through the hospital, and for a big boss like Iverson, the best doctor at the hospital, namely Elijah himself, is usually in charge.

At that moment, Ian was standing at the hospital entrance, using his X-ray vision to observe, when he suddenly froze.

"Lena? Gaskell?"

What are they doing here? Weren't they supposed to be visiting Iverson?

Should I just ask Dr. Elek for the medical records directly?

Just then, Ian's expression suddenly changed, and he cursed, "Fuck!"

The next moment he rushed into the hospital.

(End of this chapter)