Early in the morning, Martin drove out of the Clayton community and came to the parking lot near Highway 265. After waiting for less than ten minutes, Buckley drove over.
The two cars stopped together. Buckley got out of the car and handed the bag in his hand to Martin: "Everything is in there."
Martin opened the bag and found that the recorder, camera, press pass, and interview pass were all there. He took out the envelope and stuffed it into Buckley's hand.
Buckley counted quickly and smiled with satisfaction.
Martin said: "Wait for my call."
"It's okay, don't worry." Buckley was not reassured and reminded slightly: "You won't do anything illegal, right?"
Martin said: "I am a civilized person and only attend the Methodist press conference in the name of your newspaper."
Buckley nodded, got in the car and left. After thinking about it, he felt something was wrong.
Martin drove to the club, entered the dressing room backstage, and took out the prepared cosmetics.
Bruce pushed the door open and asked, "Why not let the reporter go?"
Martin opened the makeup bag: "Even if you give him money, he may not ask questions in a way that completely angers a person."
Bruce said: "Man, I have a feeling that if I do something with you, it will be over soon."
Martin asked back: "A civilized man who dares to use mortar shells against a British man is afraid of a man whose brother is not easy to use?"
"I'm afraid you'll blow up the earth!" Bruce saw Martin skillfully putting on makeup: "Can you do this again?"
Martin shrugged: "I'm an actor, Jack Davis..."
Bruce interrupted: "I know that Jack Davis is the most versatile man in the United States, and you are his bastard son.
Martin snapped his fingers: "Congratulations, civilized man, you have learned a new skill - answering questions!"
Makeup was one of the few gains he gained from his many years as an actor in his previous life.
Martin finished his makeup, put on a wig, put on a pair of brown glasses, and changed into a well-fitted old-fashioned formal suit, looking like a conservative middle-aged man.
If you are not a familiar person, it is difficult to recognize him.
This was specially prepared by Martin in the Methodist style.
The two got into the Ford, and Bruce drove the vehicle to the Methodist Training Center and said, "Be careful, don't get beaten to death on the spot. The shit in your head will fall out, and the whole world will know that you have no brain."
Martin took out his press pass: "I am a reporter now."
The car stopped near the training center. Martin got out of the car, raised his camera, and took photos of the crowd at the Beast House in the Women's Association.
When he arrived at the door, Martin blended in with other reporters, showed his press card and interview pass, and successfully entered the training center.
Martin also saw several acquaintances, the female TV reporter who had interviewed him at the door of the Beast House and the male reporter from the Constitution.
Just in case, he stayed away automatically.
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The press conference was held in the training center hall, and Ms. Jennifer directed the volunteers to set up the venue.
Elena took over the task of pasting the names of the media participating in the press conference on the back of the chair.
The name of Star News was posted on the front row by her.
Jennifer said at this time: "There will be a question and answer session in the news. The microphone needs to be handed over to the reporter who asked the question, one person on each side."
Elena stood up immediately: "Madam."
Jennifer remembered reporting Elena from the House of Beasts, a stalwart of Methodist volunteers, and nodded: “Okay, I’ll leave the left side to you.”
On the other side, media reporters from Atlanta and Georgia, including Martin, were preparing to enter the press conference.
Two staff members from the training center came over to hand out lunch coupons.
The kind that can be used at any high-end restaurant nearby, the intention is self-evident.
Martin stuffed it into his pocket next, mixed in with dozens of reporters, entered the venue, and quickly found a seat in the front row.
The press conference kicked off, hosted by Jennifer. A representative of housewives who participated in the training took the stage to express her gratitude to the Methodist Association.
A member of the Atlanta City Council spoke highly of the work of the Methodist Church.
Milton took the stage to give a speech, angrily denounced the ridiculous remarks and behavior of liberals, and reiterated his views.
When it came time to ask questions, Jennifer was the first to call on a reporter from the Atlanta Journal-Constitution.
It is Atlanta's largest-selling local newspaper.
The Constitution reporter's questions were quite standard, and Milton answered them easily.
"Next question." Jennifer glanced at dozens of reporters.
Including Martin, the reporters in the first two rows caught her eye first.
The middle-aged male reporter with old-fashioned, stiff temperament and conservative attire caught her attention just now, and she immediately clicked: "This reporter in a gray suit."
Elena tried to be as natural as possible and handed the microphone to Martin.
Martin took the microphone and said: "Mr. Milton, you are a legend in Atlanta. Your ideas and ideas have illuminated the land of Georgia."
As soon as these words came out, Milton's tense heartstrings relaxed slightly when facing reporters, and a faint smile appeared on his old-fashioned face.
Just when people were relaxing, the knife that Martin handed over pierced the most painful part of people's hearts: "Are these caused by the cheating of your two ex-wives?"
Martin didn't wait for anyone to react, and spoke very quickly: "I interviewed Jessica and Lina, and they said that cheating was because of your incompetence. You couldn't satisfy them, but refused to divorce them. They were helpless. Just in your bedroom, under your wedding photos, cheating on me with other men."
The scene was silent for a moment, except for Martin's voice: "The root of your ideas and ideas is because your brother can't raise his head to face your beautiful wives, or all women, right?"
All his words were directed at Milton's brother, blaming Milton's ideas and opinions on his incompetent brother: "So, your sexual impotence has caused you to be extremely conservative, right?"
Under normal circumstances, Milton's experience and experience are enough to ensure that he faces these vicious problems with a stable mood.
But the bastards of the House of Beasts have been defiant in their protests day after day this week.
The "cheating partner" of his second wife Lina even humiliated Milton in public in a bar. The news spread like it had wings. Not only the bar drinkers, but also the neighbors in the community looked at him strangely.
How do men endure it?
Milton even lost his safe haven from his wife's entanglement.
He replied coldly: "What kind of sexual freedom do they advocate? Abandoning morality, having no shame, and succumbing to promiscuity and indulgence of desire. What they pursue is never the realization of self-worth and social value, but the salt-baked penis of men." !”
People present knew that Milton was right, and they also knew that liberal women did nothing but talk.
But no one dared to say it like he did.
Jennifer winked repeatedly, trying to get her assistant to stop Milton from continuing.
But the assistant reminded Milton several times, but Milton ignored them all.
In front of numerous news media, Milton cannot be pulled down.
On the surface, Milton has not lost his composure, but the fire in his heart is burning: "They break the shackles of social ethics and values and pursue the so-called liberation and freedom. They just want men's salt-baked toys to be used by women!"
Jennifer gestured to people on both sides of the venue, telling them to take away Martin's microphone.
"Your question time is up." Elena was the first to rush forward and grab the microphone in Martin's hand.
She seemed to be struggling with Martin, but her tall body blocked the two male staff members of the Methodist Church.
Martin's knife was designed to stab people where it hurts the most: "Your two ex-wives and those free women are just for baking?"
These days, Milton's healed scars have been peeled away bit by bit, and now they are even more torn and dripping with blood.
He said what was on his mind: "Those liberals, what else do they have in their heads besides baking in salt?"
Martin let go of his hand and the microphone was snatched away by Elena.
Although it was a little late, Jennifer was quite relieved to see Elena grab the microphone.
The press conference can no longer be held. The reporters have received enough powerful information that there is no point in asking questions. The only way to go back is to rush back to the press conference.
Jennifer said two words to announce the end of the press conference.
Methodists have to deal with it too.
Reporters rushed out, some making phone calls as they walked, asking newspapers or TV stations to reserve space and news time.
Two male staff members of the Methodist Church had been "protecting" Martin when he went out.
There were so many reporters present that it was impossible for them to really do anything.
Coming out of the training center gate, Martin quickened his pace and turned to the nearby parking lot.
Bruce stood in front of the Ford waiting for him, very disappointed: "You were not beaten to death."
Martin got on the bus: "I am a civilized person and only do civilized things. The Methodists sent me out politely."
Bruce started the car: "Where to go?"
Martin took off his wig and put it away: "Go back and take off your makeup."
Back at the club, Martin took off his makeup and put away all his things.
The meal coupon from the Methodist Church was still there, so he took it out and handed it to Bruce: "A high-end cafeteria, you can bring a female companion."
Bruce snatched it away and praised: "I really admire you for being such a stinky piece of shit. You messed with people and you took advantage of it."
"I regret it now and want it back," Martin said.
When Bruce stuffed it into his pocket, he pulled his coat back to reveal the gun bag: "Are you sure?"
When civilized people appeared, Martin took the initiative to give in: "My treat."
The two left the club and headed to Route 265. In the parking lot near the Star Newspaper, Barkley was waiting for him.
Martin handed the thing back to him and said, "I've got some big news for you. Listen to it."
Buckley turned on the external amplifier of the recorder and listened carefully.
Bruce also listened with his ears pricked up, and glanced at Martin from time to time. Sure enough, this guy's head was full of stinky shit!
"Okay, okay, it's really big news!" Barkley was very excited: "It's a pity that it's not exclusive."
Many stories automatically formed in his mind: "This will trigger a new round of public opinion war between conservatives and liberals, the most intense kind!"
Martin asked: “Based on your experience, where is the focus of public opinion?”
Buckley responded immediately: "Of course it's women's freedom and men's brothers. It's a hot topic."
"Thank you, Mr. Buckley." Martin was about to withdraw: "I wish you get the Pulitzer Prize as soon as possible."
Buckley returned to his car and hurried back to the newspaper office to finish the manuscript. He would spend a long time making up stories... No, there was no shortage of material for news reports.
That night, Milton's words appeared on the television news.
In this case, it would be difficult not to cause controversy.
From early the next morning, a large number of liberal women spontaneously gathered at the Methodist Church headquarters to protest against Milton's remarks.
There was a lot of commotion in newspapers and other print media.
Liberal and conservative media criticized each other. Milton, the person involved, not only did not restrain himself, but also reorganized his remarks at the press conference and published a sharper column.
Public opinion exploded in Atlanta.
Conservatives have been deeply rooted in Georgia for many years, and they simply took advantage of the situation to stir up a storm of public opinion and attract all media attention to conservatives.
The Atlanta council elections are not far away, and the lack of sufficient public attention has serious consequences.
