blackstone code

Male reporter A was not unhappy at all after being choked. He knew very well that a true and valuable interview was like this.

You have to mobilize the emotions of your readers and viewers to either side with you or to hate you.

The more he arouses the emotions of more readers and viewers, the more popular his reports will be, and the greater the impact on public opinion will be!
So he wasn't angry at all.

"I don't give a shit about your ass and I'm curious, do you really need the money that bad?"

The drunken man tried to stand up, but Blackstone security personnel glanced in his direction and he sat back down.

Since the passage of the Doomsday First Amendment, the security of society has become much better.

It’s not that fewer people commit crimes, but that many criminals are stopped or killed in the stage of preparing to commit crimes.

As long as they think you intend to commit a crime, even if you just want to touch a passerby's pocket, there is no danger at all, they will shoot you!
If he did stand up, he doubted the two Blackstone Security men would empty their magazines on him.

"If you're not interested in money, you can give it to me."

"No one thinks they have too much money!"

Male reporter A asked again, “What do you want the money for?”

The alcoholic man was silent for a while, "The food provided by the shelter is not enough to eat at all, they just keep us from starving to death."

"Besides the basic guarantee of food, everything costs money. The children are growing, and we also have some other expenses, such as medication."

Male reporter A glanced at the wine bottle in his hand, "Including wine, right?"

This time he choked back, and the drunken man fell silent.

At this time, the visitor was also dressed and ready to leave.

When the woman handed the money to her husband, she took out a small book and wrote down a number, "This is what you owe us."

Male reporter A admitted this number, and all this was done on camera.

Next, the woman went to the door again. Male reporter A seemed to let the drunken man go and followed the woman to the door.

"How many customers can you take in every day?"

The woman did not answer immediately, but looked at the man's pocket, "Can you give me a cigarette?"

Male reporter A took out one, lit it for himself, and then gave the rest to her.

She also lit a cigarette and tasted it carefully, just like tasting high-end red wine!
"In the golden age, high-end cigarettes are available all the time." Her expression was a little complicated. For the price of a pack of cigarettes, you could have sex with her twice.

She was very sad in her heart because she realized her own cheapness. We are all human beings. Why is this happening?

The wealth she earned by having her dignity trampled on twice was just a pack of cigarettes to these people.

She doesn't understand what's wrong with this society.

I don't even understand why she is doing this now.

"Are you sad?" Male reporter A, who is good at catching the bright spots of the material, caught the change in her eyes.

The woman turned her head and said, "No, I just thought of something."

After a pause, he said, "I can get about ten customers every day. If I'm lucky, there will be more."

"It's so boring here. They don't find something to do. They just sit around all day."

The visitor just now was talking to a few men not far away. The men were walking towards this direction. Someone helped pay half of the money. It was obviously a big loss if he didn't come last time!

The man walking at the front said obscene words and walked into the room with his arms around the woman, not caring about the cameras or reporters at all.

And those who were waiting in line were waiting outside the door. This man's duration was very long, more than 10 minutes. Someone outside couldn't wait and walked in, took off his clothes and joined in.

The drunken man sat on the chair and watched all this numbly, putting a sip of wine into his mouth from time to time.

There were a few breaks along the way, which lasted until "evening," when the lights on the streets began to dim, and everything stopped.

After the woman put her clothes back on, she looked at the camera crew and said, "If you want to stay for dinner, you have to pay."

"Two grams per person, plus ingredients."

Male reporter A would not let go of this important link. Dinner was very important to federal people, so he paid the woman two more credits.

One credit point can be exchanged for 28 grams of gold, and the remaining fraction is the handling fee.

There is a lobby of Global Communications Service Company on this street, and male reporter A went to exchange some.

The dinner was rare and sumptuous, and there was beef. After entering the shelter, beef became a luxury item that almost most ordinary people could not afford.

The cheapest kind, which used to cost one yuan per pound, is now sold for two grams of gold per pound, and there is a daily limit.

The beef for dinner today was a whole piece. Male reporter A paid for it, and the woman, her husband, and their three children all had a piece, so the "processing fee" for the dinner was waived.

"How long has it been since you guys had beef?"

"About two months."

"The kids too?"

"So are the kids."

Male reporter A took out a few fruit candies and gave them to the children, "Do they need to go to school now?"

"The school in the shelter has not yet opened. It is said that it will not open until the Ice Age officially enters." "So they are just idle at home now?"

"There's nothing else to do except at home, what else?"

"I can hear that there is a lot of resentment in your words."

Male reporter A once again dug into the material, and the woman put down the fork in her hand, "I hate this bad era, but I am also grateful for it. At least we are still alive and will survive."

"As long as you live, there is always hope, right?"

This seems to be asking myself, and also seems to be asking male reporter A.

Male reporter A nodded, "Yes, you have to be alive first before you are qualified to say anything else."

The dinner ended in silence, and he looked at the three children. "Can I talk to them?"

The woman objected very strongly for the first time, but the man interrupted her, "Ten credits."

With a Golden Age cigarette dangling from his lips, he had realized that these people were rich and willing to spend money for their damn news material.

Male reporter A was a little hesitant. Ten credits were worth thousands of dollars, but he gritted his teeth and agreed in order to get better material.

Several people went outside together, transferred money and came back again. Male reporter A looked at the three children in front of him.

One girl, about 45 years old, and two boys, one 11 years old and one only eight years old.

"Do you know what your mother is doing now?"

It was a very pointed question at the beginning. The woman stood up and left the room. She couldn't stand this.

The two older children nodded and said nothing. The youngest child took the initiative and said loudly, "Sleep with others."

Male reporter A glanced at the cameraman, who nodded slightly. This was recorded very clearly.

The expression on his face became softer, "So why do you think she did this?"

The oldest girl stood up with an angry expression on her face and returned to the room without looking back.

The 11-year-old boy clenched his fists, glanced at his father, and said nothing.

Still the youngest child, he was willing to participate, "to make money!"

Male reporter A focused directly on the youngest child, "Do your parents fight at night?"

"You shouldn't ask these questions..."

The drunken man's voice interrupted the question and answer, and male reporter A turned to look at him, his expression changed somewhat, "I paid for this."

"But you didn't say you were going to ask these questions!"

This kind of "quibble" is not a problem at all for a qualified reporter. "You didn't tell me when you took the money that there were some questions I couldn't ask."

"I don't have to ask, can you give me the money back?"

The alcoholic man obviously didn't want to give away the money in his pocket. He glanced at the Blackstone security personnel and sat back down, not even daring to say a harsh word.

Who knows if he would let these children enter the orphanage if he said harsh words.

Male reporter A turned around again and said to the youngest child, "I can give you a credit so that your mother can have a day off."

"And you just have to answer a few of my questions."

He pulled out a shiny chip-like "token" with "1" written on it, which represented a credit point.

And those gold-edged tokens represent grams.

The boy glanced at his father, then at the token, and nodded, "Sometimes there will be fights."

Male reporter A showed some smile, "Why are they fighting?"

Before the boy could say anything, he emphasized, "You have to tell the truth. If you tell lies, I won't give you the money."

The boy pursed his lips and said, "Because dad said that mom slept with someone else."

Male reporter A's expression became softer and his smile became gentler, "She sleeps with others to make money to support you."

"Do you think she did the right thing or the wrong thing?"

The boy was a little confused. His values ​​and outlook on life had not yet been established. He could only shake his head, "I don't know."

When male reporter A wanted to ask something else, the drunken man interrupted him again, "That's enough, we won't answer any more questions."

Male reporter A showed a regretful expression, "I originally planned to pay some more money to ask more questions, but... forget it."

"After all, we have to stay together for the next few days. Considering that we still need to get along, that's it for today."

The camera crew quickly withdrew. The original plan was for them to go back to Area [-] to rest, but the camera crew leader thought they should stay.

Only in this way can we obtain more real news materials, which are also valuable news materials.

So the accommodation at night is based on this condition, which also gives them more time to get in touch with everything here.

Whether it’s the residents here, or the novel environment and equipment here.

(End of this chapter)