Infinite Begins with Giants

Chapter 598 Interview, Undercurrent

After closing the courtyard and practicing knife skills at home for more than a week, it almost stinks, and Ren is preparing to open the door to receive guests.

As a result, as soon as the guards guarding the gate were removed, a group of reporters swarmed like sharks smelling blood.

"Master Ackerman, hello, I am a reporter from the Faroran Post, may I interview you?"

"Hello, Sir Ackerman, I'm a reporter from the 'Continental Youth' magazine. We would like to do an exclusive interview for you, is that possible?"

"Young Master Ackerman, hello, I'm a reporter from the Wisteria Daily, here are a few hot issues, I'd like to ask your opinion..."

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Beside the verdant lawn of the courtyard, the atmosphere is boisterous.

As soon as Ren came out of the villa, he was surrounded by a group of reporters and photographers carrying cameras or notebooks.

He kind of underestimated his newsworthiness.

Although he refused the interview before, the total number of reporters and photographers who came to interview him this time is still 50 to [-] people.

These people come from more than 20 different newspapers or magazines.

Among them, "Farolan Post" and "Wisteria Daily" are newspapers with high influence and sales in the Kingdom, and the magazine "Mainland Youth" is even more popular among young people from many countries.

"No problem, don't crowd, line up and come one by one."

Ren said calmly, he was quite handsome and charming in a small blue suit, and looked energetic.

There was a light smile on his face, under the flowing black hair, the pair of sapphire-like eyes were piercing, and the angular face was as tough as a sculpture.

click...click

The dazzling spotlights flashed non-stop.

Many photographers present pressed the shutter to take pictures of the appearance of this recently popular youth church.

Sir Ackerman in front of him was a blockbuster not long ago.

And he is not as highly exposed as "Holy White Sword" Michelle, "Heavenly Justice" Alfred, "Valkyrie" Kesha, "Black Rose" Sophie, etc. He has long been known to the public .

Therefore, the news value of Master Ackerman, who has been "unknown" before, is very high, and many people and forces are interested in him.

'Don't you need money for the film? '

The dazzling flash made Ren slander, his eyes narrowed slightly.

About 50 years ago, a woman named Helen Wiggis Marlowe invented the camera, but to this day, the camera is still a relatively expensive item.

At least the average civilian cannot afford a camera, and the film is not cheap.

Ryan paid special attention to the woman named Helen.

Helen is the mother of Miss Catherine and the aunt of the Valkyrie Kesha. Kesha doesn't like her father, and her mother died early. The only elder she respects is Helen... He naturally dare not be careless.

"Hey, although I know I'm handsome, you don't have to take pictures like this, do you?"

It was a little uncomfortable to be flashed by the camera's flash, Lane said teasingly.

After hearing his words, the flash light slowly stopped.

A reporter lady wearing a high-necked beige sweater, a white embroidered skirt, and a pair of black stockings with long legs squeezed through the crowd, stepped forward and asked first:
"Master Ackerman, are you so confident in your appearance?"

"It's okay, I wake up every day because I'm handsome. After all, I don't have any other advantages besides being handsome."

Ren replied with a smile.

Miss reporter: "..."

How narcissistic... Some reporters and photographers couldn't help but roll their eyes. In their opinion, Ren is only handsome, far from being handsome.

The lady reporter just now maintained an awkward yet polite smile on her face:

"Hello, Mr. Ackerman, I'm a reporter from the Faroran Post. I'd like to ask you a few questions, is that okay?"

"Hello, may I ask?" Ren responded lightly.

Faroran Post, the newspaper with the largest circulation in the Kingdom, has a history of more than 100 years and belongs to the 7th Bureau.

The reporter's sister looked at Ren with her crimson pupils, and asked in a sweet voice:
"Do you know? The public is actually very curious about you. You are only 20 years old. You have become a Holy Church at such a young age. Many people are surprised by the speed of your cultivation.

Excuse me, do you have any secrets and experiences? "

"There is no secret. Diligence can make up for one's weakness. Heaven rewards one's diligence. There is only hard work." Master Renn said with a smile.

The lady reporter is obviously not satisfied with such a perfunctory statement.

She blinked, her voice a little teasing:
"Master Ackerman, I am 31 years old. People say that I practice hard. Why am I still so weak?"

'If hard work is useful, what do you need a genius for? '

Ren made a complaint in his heart, but his face was serious, showing the new attitude of a successful social person fooling the workplace:
"Resources and talents aside, you may not have any goals, and you lack passion and motivation in your bones...A precise goal can make you work tirelessly!"

"Oh? Master Ackerman, do you have any goals recently?" The reporter's eyes lit up and she asked loudly.

Many reporters also stared at him curiously, because the public is very interested in Sir Ackerman's next move.

Ren: "Yes, I plan to make some money. If there is no money, there will be no resources to practice. I believe everyone understands this truth."

Miss reporter: "Can you disclose your plan? How much do you plan to earn?"

Ren coughed lightly:
"You can't be too ambitious, you have to be down-to-earth. I plan to start a small business... As for how much to earn, let's set a small goal first, for example, earn him 100 million gold coins first!"

Miss reporter: "..."

100 million gold coins, how dare you say that...

Seeing the calm and eloquent Rennes, the reporters were speechless. Some young reporters even stared wide-eyed, almost dropped their pens on the ground in surprise.

Even a saint may not be able to come up with a working capital of 100 million gold coins!
Ren is not an economist. Anyway, in his opinion, the purchasing power of 100 million gold coins in this world is roughly equivalent to [-] to [-] million soft sister coins on the earth.

Of course he's bragging, and bragging doesn't cost money anyway.

As for being low-key?

There is no need at all, "Valkyrie" Keisha, "Holy White Sword" Michelle, "Human Head Dog" Hal, which one of these geniuses is not famous on the mainland?
Unless one's identity is not visible, or one is wanted, modesty and low-key are never prevalent in this world.

The more prestigious he is, the more people are willing to follow him.

"Ahem, Master Ackerman, I heard that the Kingdom intends to grant you the title of baron... Excuse me, how do you feel about it?"

The beautiful eyes of the young lady of the reporter gave Ren a white look, and she reacted from his pretentious words just now.

"This is my honor, thank you Kingdom for your love to me!"

Ren had a look of great honor on his face, but there was no disturbance in his heart.

Without a hereditary territory, what is the use of a great title?
The land aristocracy is different from the court aristocracy. The land aristocracy is the original wealthy aristocrat with a lot of land.

As for the court nobles, there is also the difference between male and female princes, but most of them are nobles conferred by the king or queen, and basically have no hereditary territories.

Even if there are, there are only one or two manors, which are a bit like honorary principals, honorary professors, honorary directors on earth, just listen to them.

Ren is a court nobleman conferred by the king of Farolan.

Court nobles are real nobles, recognized by the mainland, and indeed enjoy the treatment of ordinary nobles, with preferential treatment in business, investment, and taxation.

But that's all, without land, no matter how big the court title is, it's just a little bit nicer.

"Mr. Ackerman, hello, I am a reporter from the Wisteria Daily."

A young reporter wearing a jacket squeezed over and said to Ren:
"You became a church member before you were 20 years old, and you are about to be awarded the title of baron... There is no doubt that you are a real genius. May I ask, what kind of experience is it like to be a top genius in the mainland?"

Master Ren was silent for a while. Seeing that he did not answer, the young reporter sighed softly, showing fascination:

"It's easy to break through the realm, surrounded by beauties, and there is no pressure to make money. Every move attracts attention... what else?"

Ren just shook his head slightly, his face was a little dignified, and after coughing, he said slowly:
"...Do you think that you will be happy that day?"

"...I understand. Actually, you are not happy, right? You must be under a lot of pressure if you are in the spotlight, and you must be very tired from practicing."

The young reporter sighed. Sure enough, no one can be successful casually.

"No." Ren shook his head, "I mean... the genius was really happy that day. You can't even imagine the happiness of being a top genius in the mainland."

Young reporter:? ? ?

Miss reporter: "..."

Everyone: "..."

The rhythm isn't right.

Many reporters and photographers looked at each other with strange expressions.

Because Renn had always refused to be interviewed before, they subconsciously thought that he was relatively cold and low-key, or that he was under a lot of pressure after becoming famous, and he was not in the mood to accept interviews...

Now it seems that this may be a pretender.

"Hello, I'm a reporter from the "Plain Evening News", Mr. Ackerman, the Thorn Security Company in Dilamo City should be your property, right?" A middle-aged reporter wearing a felt hat squeezed over, a little aggressive .

"Yes."

"Then do you know? That extremely evil company not only leased the tent area to the native Kangao people, sold arms, and conducted mercenary business, but also fought with the gangsters in the small town of Conroe, hurting many innocent people...

Excuse me, do you know these things? ! "

After the middle-aged reporter asked the question, the surroundings instantly became quiet, and the expressions of the other reporters varied.

Sir Ackerman has been very popular recently and has been attracted by many forces, but it does not mean that everyone will like him.

Some people are hostile to the Witcher Association, some are out of jealousy, some want to suppress the upstarts...

And Renn also offended many people on the plain!

The reporters all watched Sir Ackerman closely, wondering how he would answer this question.

Ren raised his chin slightly, and stared at the middle-aged reporter: "Sir, no one is a fool, those things have already been settled, and I have hundreds of thousands of dollars every minute, so I don't have time to accompany you here Nonsense!"

This... Many people in the courtyard twitched their mouths and smiled.

The middle-aged reporter wearing a felt hat snorted coldly and asked loudly:
"Master Ackerman, I can understand that, are you guilty? Or is there some shady secret in it..."

"no no!"

Ren immediately raised his hand to interrupt him, and sneered unceremoniously:
"Don't get me wrong, I just don't want to argue with an idiot!

An idiot always feels good about himself, he often ignores objective facts and logic, indulges in fantasies...then lowers your IQ to the same low level as his, and then beats you with his wealth of experience!

To tell you the truth, I've seen a lot of experienced idiots like you. "

"Puff hahaha..."

The other reporters present all burst into laughter, full of joy.

The middle-aged reporter wearing a felt hat turned red with anger.

Many reporters did their homework before they came to interview Sir Ackerman. Although they didn't know his temper, they also knew a lot about him and Thorn Security Company.

What is certain is that the Thorn Security Company may not be a conscientious enterprise, but at least it has not violated the law.

"Master Ackerman, flies don't bite seamless eggs, if you haven't done those things, why is it that you colluded with the native Kangao people, sold arms, and the Thorn Security Company repeatedly caused violent bloody conflicts and killed innocent people indiscriminately... these Negative news going around?"

Another reporter with long brown hair asked aggressively.

Seeing someone taking the opportunity to attack again, everyone was a little surprised and surprised.

The reporters at the scene became a little commotion, and some smart people were keenly aware that someone was targeting Sir Ackerman!
Ren pressed his hand, and the commotion at the scene gradually calmed down. Everyone wanted to hear what he, the client, had to say.

"Sir, do you have any evidence?" Ren had a smile on his face, but his eyes became much sharper.

"This... this..." The brown-haired reporter hesitated a bit.

Ren tilted his head and looked at him: "No? Then you want to laugh me to death and inherit my 100 million gold coins?"

"Pfft, haha..."

The audience was amused by Ren's poisonous tongue, and the long brown-haired reporter was trembling with anger, his eyes were red.

He was about to attack when he was held down by two guards in black uniforms.

Ren snorted and looked very disdainful:
"As a reporter who seeks the truth, exposes the facts, and seeks truth from facts, he blindly believes in rumors that are speculative.

What about your work ethic?Where is your conscience?Have you fed the dog?

No matter who you are, you must be reasonable, and you must have evidence when questioning others, instead of relying on guesswork and nonsense.

I think you are also in your 30s. If you were [-] years younger, I could say you are naive, but now, I can only say that you are mentally retarded! "

"you……"

There was laughter at the scene, and the "mentally handicapped" brown-haired reporter gritted his teeth with hatred.

The ridicule of many colleagues made his face turn red, but he did not forget that he had received the money, and said loudly:

"Ackerman, you are quibbling! I have investigated you and know your details!"

"A certain patriarch among the native Kangao people is going to marry his daughter to you, isn't he? Not only that, but you also connive at your subordinates fighting gangsters in the small town of Conroe, selling arms, and training those poor young people as hired Army, send it to the battlefield to make money for you!"

"...you warmonger! Executioner! Rape!"

"Collude with the natives, advocate violence, and kill innocent people indiscriminately. You dare not admit how many evil things you have done... But you can't hide it from me, and you can't hide it from the thousands of people in the kingdom!"

No one expected that the reporter suddenly became hysterical and lost his temper.

Speaking of the excitement, this man directly used some insulting words.

The brown-haired reporter seemed to be transformed into a "fighter for justice".

He spoke impassionedly, kept breaking out bad news, and put all kinds of hats and charges on Ren's head, trying to portray him as an out-and-out villain and scum!

"This……"

"Is he crazy?"

The scene was a bit chaotic, and many reporters and photographers were taken aback.

What he said made some people feel suspicious, and their surprised eyes swept over Ren and the brown-haired reporter.

Some well-informed journalists from major newspapers such as Faroran Post and Wisteria Daily have realized that this reporter is here to make trouble on purpose.

"Crack-crack-crack-..."

Suddenly there was a burst of rhythmic applause at the scene.

Ren, who was applauding vigorously, attracted the attention of everyone present. Everyone was slightly taken aback, staring at him, wondering how he would react.

"A picture at the beginning of the article, the content is all edited... It's wonderful!"

Ren's words paused.

He looked at the aggressive brown-haired reporter, pointed his finger at his head, and said solemnly:

"There is no evidence, and you are so eloquent, sir, there is no doubt that you are a rare talent!

I sincerely suggest you to write a novel, rely on your brain and imagination, and make it up, maybe the novel will become popular all over the continent, isn't it better than you being a reporter? "

"Ha ha ha ha……"

The scene burst into laughter.

The other reporters were not stupid, knowing that the brown-haired colleague was probably here to find fault.

As long as he wants evidence, it's all speculation. Naturally, this kind of obviously subjective statement cannot convince these industry insiders.

"I have no proof, what about you, what evidence do you have to prove that you didn't do those..."

The brown-haired reporter also tried to be vexatious.

Ren was already impatient, he waved his hand, and several guards with cold faces next to him immediately stepped forward:
"Throw it out, the garbage bin at the door, non-recyclable garbage!"

"Ha ha……"

Many reporters laughed again, and two guards grabbed the arm of the brown-haired reporter and drove him out of the villa.

If it weren't for this in public, Ren would have hacked him to death long ago, so how could he listen to so much nonsense from him.

After this commotion, the other reporters lost their mood.

After asking a few more questions like "What are you planning to do recently" and "Which nobleman might you marry?", the reporters dispersed one after another.

Many journalists in this industry have a keen sense of smell and know that Sir Ackerman may be in trouble...

In the courtyard, many people walked out thinking about something in their hearts.

The lady reporter from the "Farolan Post" who asked the question first did not leave.

With black hair like a waterfall, tall and curvy, she smiled and approached Ren's side, and her red lips whispered in his ear:

"Sir Ackerman, you seem to be in trouble."

"No way, I'm not a gold coin, so it's impossible for everyone to love me."

Ren spread his hands and said helplessly.

Staring at her side face with deep eyes, he could smell the fragrance of her hair, which was mixed with jasmine, rose, geranium mint and female deodorant.

"Little brother, do you need my help?"

The reporter's voice suddenly became very cool and pleasant, like a clear spring in the mountains, extremely beautiful, and even her face, which can only be regarded as the upper class, seemed to become infinitely charming and full of charm.

"No need, Princess Sophie doesn't need to do such a trivial matter."

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