252: Fools also have their youth

After a while of depression, Rachel took the white reporter who reminded him and said to him: "Carry me out and I'll give you a photo of my wedding!"

"Okay, okay!" The white reporter quickly agreed like a chicken pecking at the rice. You must know that if Rachel really got married, the show would definitely be very big. If you can get an exclusive photo, it would start at least 100,000 US dollars per picture. After all, for such a wedding, the people who follow it will definitely be unprecedented. If it is hyped up, it will definitely surpass the US presidential election.

In the envious eyes of other reporters, Rachel got into the white reporter's car. The white reporter immediately drove the high-speed train and ran out quickly. Although there would be many celebrities visiting Avril, for him, nothing is more important than getting Rachel's promise. I believe that if his boss knew about this, he would definitely not criticize him or even reward him.

After Rachel walked out in the car, she secretly looked outside and found a whole lot of young men and women dressed in rock and roll sitting outside the square, each with solemn expressions, and many people were holding wooden sticks and iron sticks. If there weren't explosion-proof police officers quarantining next to them, these people would have really occupied the entire hospital.

Those people saw a vehicle coming out and looked up, but when they saw it was an interview car, they immediately shrank their heads back. Rachel, who was originally a little worried, immediately let out a long sigh and urged the white reporter to leave the hospital as soon as possible.

"Hey, Doug, oh, can I call you like that?" After a while, the white reporter greeted Rachel enthusiastically.

"Of course!" Rachel said with a smile. He still had a little bit of affection for this white man.

"My name is Nick Johnson, you can call me Nick. I am a reporter from MTV. At the same time, I also have a small column on the New York Times Entertainment Edition." Nick Johnson handed a business card to Rachel.

Rachel took the business card and took a look, then stuffed the business card into her pocket, and then said to Nick Johnson: "******99! This is my phone number! Do you have a pen? I'll copy it to you, and I will give you the photos then!"

When Nick Johnson heard Rachel say this, he immediately laughed, then handed his phone to Rachel, and said with a smile: "Actually, you are not as terrifying as the rumors outside!"

"Haha, in fact, I'm not that scary. It's just that I need a villain in the newspapers now, so I appeared, which brought me trouble and also brought me benefits. I used to think for a long time, why do you want to slander someone you don't know at all, but now I understand - this is a need and a game relationship. You need someone to create topics, and I also need someone to help me market topics. Although this will bring me endless trouble, it also allows me to gain huge benefits and fame." Rachel said while writing her mobile phone number, which made Nick Johnson in front nod.

"Can you sign me?" Nick Johnson handed over another piece of paper and pen and said to Rachel very sincerely.

"Uh!" Rachel nodded and agreed. He was not like Michael Jordan selling his signature for money, although they were both owners of the sports shoe company.

"After listening to you, I think I did something wrong. My son admired him very much. He bought all your sneakers. Just the day before yesterday, I gave him a hard lesson and told him not to watch your game. But now when I heard your conversation and your personal behavior, I felt that my previous education was wrong. So I plan to give him your autograph as a repayment!"

"Ha, what's your son's name?" Rachel smiled and said lightly.

"Newell!"

"Uh!" Rachel nodded and wrote this sentence on the paper - Give my dearest fan Niewell, your courage touched your father, I hope you will be brave forever. Your, Doug Rachel.

After writing, he handed it to Nick Johnson in front of him with his cell phone, and then continued to chat. After arriving at his own manor, Rachel couldn't help but be stunned. There were already a group of young men wearing rock hoods standing outside. While cursing Rachel, she was whistling with a glass bottle and slamming the wall. The splashed glass slag flashed with dangerous light under the sunlight.

"What should I do now?" Nick Johnson asked.

"Go to my brother's manor!" Rachel pondered for a while and made such a decision. After Nick Johnson turned around, Rachel called the butler again and told the butler not to pay attention to the people outside. If the police go to trouble them, try to help them get rid of them.

After the phone call, Nick Johnson, who was listening to the phone in front, couldn't help but be stunned and asked in surprise: "You actually forgive those people who destroyed your exterior wall?"

"Haha, my brother once said to me - fools are young, yes, they are very young now, they should not pay for their anger, because they are also fools!" Rachel said lightly.

"I think you really make me admire you!" Nick Johnson sighed. At the same time, under this sigh, the famous New York Times Report Grachel column also sprouted. After Rachel retired, statistics were found that this column increased Rachel's property by at least 10%, and Rachel's total value at that time was US$8 billion.

When they arrived at Eddie's manor, there were finally no troublemakers and reporters outside. They probably knew that this was just Rachel's brother's residence. After Rachel called Eddie, the door opened and the car got in. Rachel was willing to let Nick Johnson go in and have a cup of coffee.

When he got home, Rachel went straight to take a shower, but Eddie, who was standing at the door, ignored him and warmly treated Nick Johnson. After taking a shower, Rachel ate some snacks, told Nick Johnson a few words and went back to the room to sleep. Rachel's room was still tidy, and it did not become messy because Rachel had not returned for two months, let alone dust.
Chapter completed!