Chapter 1841: Chapter 869: Interview Turmoil_2
The white female journalist looked at Yan Fei with eyes like she was watching a paranoid lunatic. Even actors don’t put in as much effort as you, right? You’re lying at the highest level, you’ve managed to deceive even yourself, haven’t you?
Still constantly watching them? Why don’t you just go accompany them?
However, before she could speak, another journalist had already keenly picked up the information in Yan Fei’s words and eagerly asked, “Mr. Yan, do you an to say there will be a sequel to this novel?”
“No, I didn’t write a novel, but rather a record archive. When they return one day, you’ll understand…”
The questioning journalist was almost choked up: I was giving you an out…you really have convinced yourself beyond doubt, haven’t you?
No one argued this point with him anymore. Once a person reaches such a level, whatever you say becos nonsense—just like facing a delusional lunatic, you can only send them for treatnt, what else is there to do?
Moreover, it’s clear that continuing the debate here would be inappropriate—there were those who ca to see the film, genuinely attracted by the fa of missing persons’ families.
They insist their missing ones are living happily, yet you insist they t with misfortune. For those missing persons’ families, even if they know you’re right, they still prefer to deceive themselves deep down, believing their relatives have found happiness in another world.
In other words, if they still insist this novel is deceitful, that’s either nonsense or unbearable for those families—damn it, our family mbers have disappeared, but at least they were once soldiers and on the front lines of defending the country. So, before they went missing, did they wrong your mom or your sister, for you to curse them like this?
Actually, everyone knows deep down that Yan Fei is acting, just spouting nonsense.
Yet, does this issue matter now?
On the aircraft carrier in the film, until the final mont, at the instant the sun rises, beneath the red sky, the stars and stripes on the carrier were fluttering in the sea breeze.
It seed to be saying that Arica’s aircraft carriers were pioneering another world. What an inspiring thing this is, and yet you insist on saying their sudden disappearance ans disaster—your intention is highly suspect, huh?
After all, Yan Fei sticks to his claims, and who can prove he’s wrong? He’s indeed unable to prove you’re wrong, but you can’t think of proving he’s wrong either.
An inevitably unanswered topic; they even offer blessings, capturing so people’s hearts—those selected for the carrier must at least have sufficiently correct stances. Many could be multiple generations of soldiers, and so families considerably influential. Saying their loved ones died without a trace, are you sure they won’t secretly be mad at you?
Thus, Beqi Si from the Peanut Soup Report could only glare at Yan Fei with big eyes, yet she was speechless. She truly couldn’t say anything anymore; offending the heroes’ families is another matter—those disappeared personnel on the aircraft carrier have already been defined as heroes of Arica in many people’s eyes.
“Mr. Yan Fei, I heard that before writing the novel, you had never been to Arica.” No one dwelled on the previous issue like Beqi Si. Another journalist seized the opportunity to ask, “So many readers say your depiction of Arican customs is like…like you’re a native Arican, always living here. Can you explain how you achieved that?”
“Regarding this question, firstly I want to thank all of you.” Yan Fei now seized the chance, speaking more fluently. “Now we have all kinds of dia, making our planet like one city or village. Even residing in a small city in China, I can learn about your life and customs across the ocean through various dia. All thanks to the hardworking dia workers among you.”
“So, given your deep understanding of Arica, have you considered immigrating?” Beqi Si regrouped, catching a crucial point in Yan Fei’s words and promptly raised another question.
“I’ve heard you often publish remarks about other countries in newspapers, so I’d like to ask Miss Beqi Si. Having researched the economy, customs, and habits of many countries, are you comparing to select one for immigration?” Yan Fei smiled and asked in return.
“That’s just to highlight the superiority of Arica without plans to immigrate.” Beqi Si replied unceremoniously. “I’ve also heard that Mr. Yan Fei is a Kung Fu expert from China. Are you truly skilled or just creating hype?”
“So hype, and a bit…real!” Yan Fei hesitated for a mont before speaking.
“What do you an by a bit real?” Beqi Si pursued relentlessly, “Are you really saying you’re an expert?”
“Can’t be called an expert, just barely competent.” Yan Fei replied.
“Since it’s just barely competent, is your self-promotion as an expert false advertising?” Beqi Si questioned again.
Quite a few people were intrigued by the war of words between these two. If everything were ordinary, that’d be dull. Even if Beqi Si behaved a bit excessively, most were amused by it—perhaps this presents a chance to see how this young talented author will counter, maybe an explosive news story will erge!
“Actually, it’s not exactly false advertising. Although my Kung Fu is ordinary in China, within the author group, I count as proficient.” Yan Fei thought and answered. “Let’s put it this way; among those who write novels, I’m relatively able to fight, and among those who can fight, I’m relatively good at writing novels. In short, no one will disagree when I say this. Do you understand?”
“But I’m disagreeing with you now.” Beqi Si felt Yan Fei was just making excuses, instantly puffing up proudly like a hen that had just laid an egg.
“Your individual doubt doesn’t make a difference. For instance, I now think you’re behaving obnoxiously, trying to play to the gallery, but if most people don’t see it that way, you presumably have no objection, right?” Yan Fei specifically used Chinese for the terms ‘ugly behavior’ and ‘playing to the gallery.’
Then he provided an explanation, “Sorry, my English isn’t very fluent; many Chinese phrases aren’t directly translatable for you all. If there are any friends who understand Chinese, feel free to explain it to this gentleman journalist.”
Xu Xiaoyan and Xia Qingye, along with part of those who understood Chinese like Will, saw Yan Fei deliberately act mischievous, and they started to giggle.
Although Beqi Si had reported quite a bit of negative news from China, it was all hearsay embellished, and she actually understood only a few phrases of Chinese. But she’s still a journalist and good at observing words and facial expression, realizing that many people’s faces looked odd, even a fool knows Yan Fei definitely said sothing unpleasant.
At that mont, she flushed with anger and said a little angrily, “Mr. Yan Fei, I’d like to say that such behavior isn’t gentlemanly. I have one last question: Could you perform so Chinese Kung Fu to demonstrate your abilities?”
“About this question.” Yan Fei raised one finger while speaking. “Firstly, I’m not an actor, so there’s no need to perform here.”
Then a second finger: “Secondly, my Kung Fu isn’t sothing everyone can see. At least for to perform, there must be qualifications.”
The two fingers swayed as if announcing his victory. This statent was almost saying directly that you don’t qualify to see a performance.
Beqi Si was nearly infuriated, trying to co up with a retort, when Yan Fei smilingly added, “But I’m in a good mood now. To thank Mr. Spielberg for bringing my novel to the screen and the actors for their effort in this movie, I’m willing to demonstrate a small technique for everyone.”
“It’s just this occasion doesn’t quite fit, unsure if everyone’s welcoming or not?”
Journalists, actors, and all the onlookers present, having watched the spectacle for a while, began to applause. Regardless of where they’re from, who doesn’t enjoy watching a commotion?
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