Why did the reporters become journalists?

Except for some special reasons, most people have a dream in their hearts—

They want to turn their hands on the clouds and rain, and use a simple title to attract the hearts of thousands of netizens. Even the popular and glamorous stars should be a little afraid when facing them, because if they deliberately write bad materials, even the stars will feel overwhelmed.

Who doesn’t want to be the one who stirs the situation?

Just in this industry, the relationship with artists is somewhat friendly and enemies. It is because there is an occasional cooperative relationship, so there is no need to mention the enemy. Whenever they reveal the artists’ negative information, the artists want to beat them to death.

In this situation, the atmosphere of each meeting with the artist is a bit subtle. The artist is annoyed and afraid of them, but it is not easy to offend them too ruthlessly. They press against the artist step by step and show no mercy when digging.

Today, such things are common to many journalists. When artists know that there are many reporters preparing for interviews, they often take good care of security, such as calling a bunch of bodyguards and security guards on the ground, and then gathering all the staff around them, hoping to cover themselves with a few layers of protective nets.

Beware of them is like preventing locusts, as if they can eat people.

But Jiang Xiaobai...

What's going on with her?

The clothes were just wearing a loose, comfortable and decent chiffon long skirt, with hair spread over the shoulders and face without makeup, which was pure and lovely.

But there was no one around her, not even an assistant.

How dare she be!

The reporters themselves felt that they couldn't believe it, but at the same time they felt a long-lost touch, and they felt trust and respect.

Entertainment journalists have never had a good reputation. They rarely feel respect from celebrities, but this time the respect is real.

Others treat them like beasts, but Jiang Xiaobai dares to face them alone in the early morning. What kind of mind can he do?

From this moment on, the female artist in front of her has become different from others.

The reporters also have different styles. Some are smiling tigers, who seem gentle and harmless, but they are ferocious beasts that can devour people; some are sarcastic and mean, and they are not afraid of offending people. They even want to see artists reveal their true faces when they are forced to expose themselves; some are ordinary and have no characteristics, but their pens can kill people.

But no matter what kind of reporter he is, he couldn't say a bad thing about Jiang Xiaobai at this time, and even the sharp questions he had prepared before coming could not speak out at this time.

"Is there any problem with this?" Jiang Xiaobai asked back, "I think I am very safe, right?"

"Do you believe us so much?" A reporter laughed and joked: "We have so many people. If we block the road together, you may not be able to go back to your room tonight."

When he heard this, Luo Dapang couldn't bear it anymore. He stood directly in front of Jiang Xiaobai, looking at the reporters with great caution and anger, "With me here, don't think of hurting her!"

Jiang Xiaobai looked up at Luo Dapang.

There seemed to be a giant standing in front of him. His appearance blocked all those people outside. Jiang Xiaobai's eyes were all his back.

Luo Dapang is indeed very fat, with a horizontal body. Even though he is wearing an oversized T-shirt, he can still see the outline of his body through his clothes. He is sweating, and when he is close, the smell has already floated into Jiang Xiaobai's nose.

Jiang Xiaobai did not show any disgust or avoid it. She just felt Luo Dapang's kindness to protect her.

"It's fine."

She patted Luo Dapang on the back and said softly: "These big brothers are just kidding."

"Yes, we're just talking about it. We haven't seen artists like Miss Jiang for a long time, so of course we won't make things difficult for you on purpose." The reporter also smiled, "Don't stand, sit down and talk, Brother Luo, sit here, this is spacious."

As he said that, he also patted the independent sofa beside him.

This sofa is a bit old and not very high-end, but it is better to be generous, and even Luo Dapang sits down.

Luo Dapang relaxed, thanked and walked over.

Jiang Xiaobai also found a seat to sit down, then looked at them with a smile, "You can ask questions when you are ready." As he said that, he glanced at his watch.

She was elegant in appearance. Although she was just sitting on a very ordinary wooden stool, her knees were naturally closed and her hands were folded on her legs. The chiffon skirt naturally hanged, gentle and fresh, just like this was not a small lounge, but a studio of a certain TV station.

"Just yesterday during the day, your dog saved Luo Yonghua, and at night, you are willing to give him a bracelet. Everyone knows the value of your bracelet. I want to ask why you did this?" asked a reporter with a little bald hair.

Luo Yonghua is the name of Luo Dapang.

"I worked by the river yesterday. At that time, I didn't know who the person fell into the water was, but no matter who it was, I always needed help. It just so happened that Dongdong Water is good, so it was a slight effort to let it go to save people." Jiang Xiaobai replied, "As for why I had to give a bracelet, I think the bracelet itself is worthless. Its value is attached because it can help those who need it. In other words, sending the bracelet is precious, and it has no meaning in my hands."

"Aren't you afraid of Luo Da... Luo Yonghua's use is useless and ruining your reputation?" asked a man with very white skin and early thirties.

After he finished speaking, several reporters who were familiar with him couldn't help but look at him several times.

This person's name is a cannon in the circle, which means that he is very aggressive, and he is indeed a headache for many artists when they hear the name.

He is so good at making trouble and digging holes!

But the question he asked now was calm and did not deliberately dig holes to make the artist embarrassed like before. This was really a thing of the past.

Just like his question, if it were put before, it would definitely not be asked like this, but-

"You are helping Luo Yonghua like this now. If it works after using it, your reputation will certainly become better. Netizens will praise you for being kind and generous, but what if you fail, this will affect your reputation and image in the past. Are you ready for this?"
Chapter completed!