Chapter 79: A Thousand Miles of Pursuit, Being a Journalist is Not Easy

  PS: I must thank the generous rewards from Ren Xing Xiao Yu and also Se Zhong E Gui (this name is a bit awkward), as well as the update votes from Feng Mo Brothers, I've taken them. However, I have to say that since it hasn't officially been put on shelves yet, with only 6000+ updates at most, I don't dare take too many urgent requests. Finally, I'll continue to ask for votes and collections, and I'll try my best to write more reasonably. Before the climax, the groundwork must be laid properly.

  Traveling on a rainy day is really troublesome, especially when the rain is not heavy but continuous.

  Because, even if you wear a raincoat, step into rain boots, and put on a connected raincoat hat. However, your face, especially your eyes will always be shrouded by the fine, dense, and ubiquitous rain that comes pouring down, making it blurry and itchy.

  Riding for less than three minutes, Xiaosan had to slow down because he had to hold the handlebars with one hand and wipe the water vapor on his face and eyelashes with the other.

  "There's at least over 10 miles of road to the next town, and at this speed, it'll take at least half an hour." Xiao Sa Ge shook his head in frustration, then helplessly continued pedaling forward.

  Occasionally, one or several cars whizzed by his side, and there were also motorcycles, but fewer. After all, in such weather, not many people wanted to run around. The drainage ditches on both sides of the road gurgled with rapidly flowing water, which was caused by the continuous rain over the past two days.

  Of course, the rain also has some benefits, that is, the air is fresh, there are fewer cars, and the scorching heat has dropped by at least 7 or 8 degrees in temperature. Someone can finally walk without sweating profusely.

  The land of Sichuan and Chongqing, as well as the entire southwestern and southern regions, are mountainous with few plains. As a result, Xiaosha Ge's journey was often winding, passing through one curve after another. These curves not only lengthened the highway but also increased the likelihood of traffic accidents.

  Especially on rainy days, because the highway is slippery, when one or two people suddenly appear on the national road, still standing in the traffic lane, basically everyone can't stop the car, and then an accident occurs.

  This time, when he turned around a big bend again, he suddenly found that the two-way four-lane road ahead had been blocked, and it was unknown how far it was blocked. However, even if he looked as far as he could, he couldn't see what happened at the very front.

  There are really too many turns!

  "It's M's fault, that son of a bitch must have been speeding and hit someone." A truck driver stood by the roadside, puffing away at his cigarette and cursing loudly.

  The person driving the truck is not a private car owner, they have to deliver goods on time, if someone entrusts you with their cargo business, you must deliver the goods to the designated place within the specified time, otherwise, next time they might not give you any business, and in severe cases, you may even lose money.

  No wonder the driver scolded people.

  As soon as he finished speaking, the other drivers who were standing on the side of the road smoking or inquiring about the news also started scolding, expressing their dissatisfaction and emotions.

  There is no driver who has never been stuck in traffic due to an accident, and they can't feel the anxious mood of "being completely unaware of the situation".

  Who knows how long this traffic jam will last? If it lasts for half a day, many people may curse.

  Xiaohe wasn't worried at all, after all, no matter how congested the traffic was, his bicycle could still ride through freely. However, soon he found himself stuck in a similar situation.

  Just as he was riding his bike, under the envious gaze of many drivers, and had just entered the congested section of road, a white Iveco that was stuck on the side of the road suddenly opened its door. Before Xiao Ge could even react and slam on the brakes with his foot, three young men suddenly jumped out, carrying "long guns and short cannons".

  Even so, Xiao Su Ge would still scold them because it was really a bit dangerous just now. If his reaction wasn't faster than ordinary people by a big margin, he probably would have crashed into the cement curb on the side of the road.

  But when the three young men, carrying and shouldering equipment, suddenly surrounded him with faces full of wild joy, Xiao Sa Ge, who had just opened his mouth to scold someone to vent his dissatisfaction, suddenly closed it.

  "Are you the Tang Xiao Shuai who is currently extremely popular on the internet?" A young man carrying a large camera asked first, and his lens was also aimed at the slightly surprised Xiao Shuai.

  At the same time, two other young people also quickly took out their own "equipment", one was a wireless microphone and the other was a pen!

  A pen? And it's even aimed at Xiao Suo Ge's mouth?

  At this time they were also ecstatically looking at someone, or looking at his bicycle and a large black plastic bag tied to the back of the bike with a backpack wrapped in it.

  "Are you all journalists?" Someone blinked, slightly curious, looked at the somewhat wide and legendary recorder pen in front of him, and replied with a counter-question.

  He was only slightly surprised that someone dared to continue on the road in such weather, and it was precisely because of the system's prompt that he thought of a solution that could complete the task and might even be beneficial.

  "Yes, we are all from the outdoor journalist team of Xiangnan Mango TV's 'Entertainment Without Limits'." The young man holding the recorder smiled and said, then he took out his own press card and handed it to Xiao Sa Ge with his left hand for a moment.

  Okay, this was someone's second time seeing a press card, so he quickly confirmed that these three people were indeed reporters. But -

  "How did you end up here? You didn't come all this way just to find me, did you?"

  Xiao Xiao Ge was really getting curious, because even if his whereabouts had indeed been exposed, there were still many "fans" and reporters chasing him along the way, just like the system prompt said. But shouldn't TV station reporters be this fast? They weren't ordinary reporters, they could write a great piece with just one recorder pen.

  TV station reporters, that is to say, filming, recording and interviewing are indispensable, because they will play the specific situation of the interview on TV, it must be vivid and real, it's impossible to take things out of context like paper media.

  Likewise, they brought equipment unless they took a plane yesterday from Xiangnan, otherwise it's impossible to catch up with him so quickly and still arrive ahead of his route.

  "We happened to be interviewing a big star in Chengdu yesterday at noon, who was preparing for a concert there. As soon as we finished the task, we immediately received a call from the station, ordering us to find you and get your interview records, so..."

  The young reporter holding the recorder was quite excited to reveal the reason for their speedy arrival. He looked at Xiaohe sincerely and said: "We finished lunch yesterday and rushed to Yuzhou, then immediately chased after you to Fuling, Wulong, and Pengshui, but still couldn't catch up with you. We only got news of your performances along the way, so we continued to rush forward early this morning, planning to wait for your arrival in Jiamachi Town (in Hubei Province)."

  Being a journalist is really tough! Even Xiao Shuai felt some sympathy for their plight.

  After all, from Shu Du Rong City to Yu Zhou, and then to where he is now, the straight-line distance is already over 600 kilometers! If you add in detours, it's at least nearly a thousand kilometers, right?

  And they have to keep looking for their own footprints all the way, walking a bit and asking around, then walking another section, and still having to get off the bus to ask again, how tiring is that?

  But that's not the main issue, what if he is still hiding in the previous small town waiting for the rain to stop before leaving? Then will they have to come back and continue searching for themselves?

  As he thought about it, someone couldn't help but show a hint of admiration, smiling at the camera lens and saying: "I am indeed Tang Xiao Sao, I also admire you for completing your work tasks without complaint, following me for so long and so far. I'm really sorry!"

  No, he really felt that being a journalist wasn't as comfortable as it used to be. In the past, he thought all journalists were like Shu Xiaowen, a text-based journalist! At most, when inviting interviews, they might have to ask for favors from others. But at other times, they were still "high above"!

  But now he understands that being a journalist isn't fun either, especially when encountering someone like him who suddenly bursts out with strong news value. I guess the journalists would feel miserable too?

  The three reporters who were infected with Xiao Ge's praise and apology all felt relieved and happy, because they thought that with this attitude, Xiao Ge would probably not refuse to be interviewed again, but -

  "But I must declare one thing, for now I will not accept any interviews!"

  Someone who was just defined as a "friendly interviewee" suddenly changed his expression, seriously expressed his own opinion, and when the three reporters were surprised as if they had eaten flies, he smiled and said: "I will perform in each of the three towns of Yamapu, Jiushui and Lüshui and ask for rewards, and then head straight to Hongyanxi Town to prepare for accommodation, with a journey of over 100 kilometers..."

  At this point, the three reporters from "Entertainment Unlimited" were about to ask questions out of professional habit. Xiao Shuai waved his hand and continued: "If I successfully complete my predetermined goals, I will accept interviews, and all media can participate together."

  After saying this, someone didn't care whether the three reporters were willing or not, and directly pushed his bicycle to bypass them. Then, amidst the pointing and whispering of many people, he gradually disappeared into the cycling stream.

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