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Chapter 87 Little Li is Not Bad (Please Subscribe!)

Li Mu naturally understood his meaning. After all, it was through this interview that Fatty Brother became acquainted with the other party, and in the end—

Well, it's all about timing and fate.

To be honest, Li Mu wasn't really interested in coming to the United States.

Of course he knew America was good. After all, from a young age, he knew from magazines like Reader and Yilin, as well as articles, that this country was the most powerful on the planet.

But that's just someone else's country.

What's more, this was my first time in this country, and I suddenly encountered such a thing.

It's too dangerous; it's better to stay far away.

Therefore, even though Li Mu knew that if he deliberately cultivated a relationship with this deputy editor of the New York Times, he could simply contact him if he wanted to immigrate in the future, he still didn't have any particular thoughts about it.

Mr. Sant clearly wanted the photograph in his hand.

Of course, Li Mu can give it to him.

only----

"About one or two hundred."

When he heard this answer, Mike Sant's eyes lit up instantly.

Wow!

He subconsciously exclaimed, but before he could finish speaking, Li Mu said, "But I've already handed it over to the newspaper, Mr. Sant."

"Well----"

Mike Sant was instantly speechless.

The young lucky man's intention was simple: since the photo had already been submitted to the newspaper, if he wanted it, he would have to contact the newspaper to purchase it.

Private purchase is impossible.

There was a hint of regret in Mike Sant's eyes.

But business is business.

Given the established market rules that everyone follows, he could only nod and say, "Could you give me your newspaper's contact information, Li? We hope to purchase the usage rights."

"sure."

With Li Mu's agreement, Mike Sand nodded and asked again, "Besides the newspaper, have you given the photos to anyone else?"

"I'm not sure if the Chinese community has received authorization, but it should."

"I understand. Is there no one else besides the Chinese community and your newspaper?"

"Yes."

Suddenly, Mike Sant's eyes lit up.

He saw an opportunity for "exclusivity".

Without further ado, he asked Li Mu for the contact information for the Southern Metropolis Daily, then smiled and said to Li Mu, "Let's exchange contact information too, Li. Are you interested in developing your career in the United States?"

Zhang Linjie's lips twitched.

I was thinking, can't you guys be a little more discreet about poaching people?

But Li Mu's response was equally simple: "I haven't considered it yet, sir, I'm sorry."

"Haha, no problem. If you're interested, feel free to contact me. As the largest newspaper and magazine in the US by circulation, trust me, you won't be disappointed."

This person is clearly straightforward.

Li Muxin replied politely, "Okay."

After Mike Sant said goodbye and left, Li Mu thought for a moment, took out his phone, and sent a text message to Bie Yan.

Bie Yan's reply was simple: "The New York Times?"

"Yes, Mike Sant, the deputy editor of The New York Times."

"Someone of that caliber went to the scene?"

"Yes—Brother Bie, it's not just them, there are many other reporters here too. You'll see when you watch the live stream, the scene is horrific."

"Okay, good luck, I'll be watching."

"Okay, got it."

After hanging up the phone again, Zhang Linjie didn't say much about the meeting. The two of them simulated the interview environment step by step before returning to the broadcast van.

After a while, Qin Kai handed an audio receiver to Li Mu: "Xiao Li, get ready, it'll start in ten minutes."

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Those ten minutes felt incredibly long to Li Mu. After putting on the headphones with the audio receiver, he could clearly hear some noise on the other end of the headphones.

It wasn't the sound from the news; it was more like a listening device that allowed him to hear all sorts of noises coming from the studio.

Clearly, while the recording was being done, preparations were already underway in the studio for the live broadcast.

About two or three minutes later, a voice suddenly came from Li Mu's end: "Hello, Teacher Qin, can you hear me? If you can, please give me a reply."

Li Mu looked towards the broadcast van, and Qin Kai, who was furiously working on his laptop, immediately picked up the microphone: "I can hear you, I can hear you. Repeat, I can hear you."

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"Understood, Teacher Qin. Have the reporters arrived yet?"

Qin Kai glanced at Li Mu: "They're in position."

"Okay, get the cameramen in position, let's turn on the broadcast signal and confirm everything is working correctly."

"receive."

After Qin Kai responded, he pointed in Li Mu's direction, and the cameramen, lights, Zhang Linjie, and Li Mu in the broadcast van all headed towards the interview location.

Soon, Li Mu stood under the light and saw that the camera pointed at him had a red light on.

Then he heard a voice in his earpiece again: "The video signal is clear and normal. Reporter Li, please take the microphone and describe the scene. We'll adjust the volume."

Li Mu nodded and took the microphone from Zhang Linjie: "Hello, host, and hello to all viewers. What you are seeing now is the scene of the disaster that occurred on September 11th, New York time, at One and Two of the World Trade Center—"

"The sound is normal, that's good."

As the voice in the headphones played, Li Mu stopped speaking.

After another ten seconds or so, the voice said again, "There are two minutes left to switch the live broadcast signal. At that time, the content in the studio will be broadcast simultaneously. The situation on site will be handed over to Teacher Qin."

Upon hearing this, Qin Kai, who had been standing next to Li Mu, took the microphone and said, "Understood."

After saying that, he turned off the microphone, held it in his hand, and glanced at Li Mu: "Not nervous, are you?"

Li Mu knew that this Teacher Qin didn't really trust him. He even put himself in her shoes; if such a nationwide live broadcast were entrusted to a reporter who hadn't even finished his internship, he would also be worried.

So he wasn't annoyed at being looked down upon, but calmly said, "I'm a little nervous, but I'll definitely try my best."

Upon hearing this, Qin Kai glanced at him again, a hint of surprise appearing in his eyes.

I must say—although the child is young, his mindset and attitude are really quite good.

So he nodded and said, "Keep it up."

But he still didn't hand the microphone to Li Mu, until a voice came through both of their earpieces: "Live broadcast signal activated, reporters on the scene, please prepare."

"The microphone is on. You can begin after you hear the host's words."

After Qin Kai handed the microphone to Li Mu, he pointed to the red light that had already lit up on the camera.

Then they withdrew from the filming area.

"Glug."

Li Mu subconsciously swallowed, his heart involuntarily racing. But he quickly suppressed the tension and began to rehearse his own words in his mind.

He was always very confident in his memory; in fact, it could be said that it was the key to his success in getting into university.

His daily practice of reading aloud, reciting, writing from memory, and memorizing in university also contributed to his solid foundation and professional skills.

He knew that everyone in the industry would find live streaming difficult.

But—he has more faith in his professional skills.

Nervous? Allowed.

But he will definitely complete the mission!

So—after less than a minute of silence, having calmed himself to his best, he finally heard the voice in his earpiece: "This is the 'Oriental Horizon Morning News' program, broadcasting live for you—"

It's time to start!

Li Mu raised the microphone, looked at the camera flashing red lights, and tried his best to keep his expression calm and composed.

Then he heard this: "Now we will connect with the Southern Metropolis Daily, who was on the scene of the disaster and experienced the attack firsthand."

Reporter Li Mu, he will describe the situation at the scene when the disaster occurred. Hello, Li Mu!

Southern Metropolis Daily, News Department Conference Room.

Leaders including Cheng Yizhong, chief editor of Southern Metropolis Daily, Liu Xiaofeng, general manager, deputy general manager, editorial board members, and department heads gathered together, their eyes glued to the morning news on television.

No one spoke; the air was thick with the smell of smoke.

Bie Yan was also among them, along with Zhang Zhengwen, the head of the Arts and Sports Department, but they were seated far apart according to their rank.

On the television screen, Li Mu, holding a microphone, spoke calmly and slowly: "—Everyone stopped in their tracks, completely unable to believe what was happening before their eyes. Approximately 16 minutes later, at 9:03..."

"I, and everyone around me, witnessed a second plane come from another direction and crash into the South Tower in almost the same way. This impact also triggered a massive fireball. It is now confirmed that these were two separate impacts on the Twin Towers of the World Trade Center —"

Li Mu's words reached everyone's ears clearly.

Only after he explained the situation did everyone truly understand what had happened.

From the moment the first plane crashed into the building at low altitude, to the second plane, and the collapse and disaster site—everything was described clearly by him.

at last----

"—That's all the information I can provide for now. That's all the facts I witnessed on site. Now, let's hand the footage back to the studio."

As soon as Li Mu finished speaking, the scene instantly switched back to the morning news live broadcast room.

The host, facing the camera, frowned slightly and nodded in response. Then, after the camera angle changed, he said, "Thank you to Li Mu, reporter from Southern Metropolis Daily, for bringing us this firsthand report. Regarding this incident—"

The host began to summarize, but Cheng Yizhong, who was sitting at the very front of the conference room, made a move.

He stubbed out his cigarette and turned his head away.

The leader's action was like a signal; the staff next to the television quickly lowered the video volume.

Then Cheng Yizhong said, "This Li Mu, hmm, is not bad."

A hint of joy flashed in Zhang Zhengwen's eyes as he stood next to Wu Yan.