"Hello."

Unlike those people just now, Cara Fais just showed a polite smile, pointed at Murphy next to him, and refused politely, "Sorry, I have something to talk to with my friend and need a quiet space."

The tall black man was polite, too, “Can you know your name?”

As if he didn't know this famous person in the Los Angeles area, a hint of impatientness flashed in Kara's eyes, but he still said, "Cara Fis."

What else did the black man want to say, but Cara Fais turned to Murphy and said, "Dear, come two glasses of soda."

Murphy waved to the waiter standing by the beach, and after the other party came over, he said, "Two glasses of soda, thank you."

After saying that, he took the initiative to pull a chair open and made a gesture of inviting him. After Kara Fis sat down, he pulled another chair and sat opposite her.

The black man didn't leave, and seemed to be unwilling to give up.

Kara Fis is at the best age for a woman, tall and sexy, and dressed up, which can really attract the attention of all normal men.

In many people's impression, beautiful strange women who appear in such occasions generally have no simple purpose.

Compared to black people, Cara Fais is undoubtedly a real little person like Murphy.

"Hello, Miss Cara Fais." The black man bent down and stretched out a hand, "I am Kobe Bryant."

Cara Fais still politely held it in his hand, "Hello, Mr. Bryant."

She didn't say anything special.

The black man was a little embarrassed and turned to look at Murphy next to him, "Hello..."

Murphy took the initiative to reach out, "Hello, Murphy Stanton."

"I'll chat if I have time." The black man was not stupid either and took the initiative to say goodbye, "There are still friends waiting for me."

"Goodbye." Murphy waved to him.

Seeing the black man leave, Cara Fiss looked at Murphy with curiosity, "He is the hero of this city, you are not excited at all when you see him."

"Dear, I can't even understand the way of basketball..." Murphy shrugged, "How could he be interested in a basketball star?"

As a basketball blind, he just knows that there is a superstar like Kobe Bryant, but being able to remember a person who knows nothing about basketball is enough to show how terrifying influence Kobe Bryant has in the world.

"What about you? You can see that he is very interested in you." Murphy turned to Kara, "Why did you react so plainly? He is Kobe Bryant!"

Holding up the soda, Kara Fis took a sip and looked up at the starry night sky, giving a powerful reason, "I'm doing social current affairs news, not sports news."

"I'm not talking about work." Murphy raised his eyebrows, "Don't you think he's a good date?"

Carla Fiss withdrew his gaze and glanced at him, "Bryant Bryant is engaged, what do you think he is here to seek?"

This answer goes without saying that, the purpose of taking the initiative to talk to beautiful women on such occasions is very clear.

Murphy was not surprised by this situation. Celebrities all over the world are actually similar, regardless of gender.

After taking a sip of soda, he took the initiative to change the topic, "Remember what I told you before? Those two black men and victims may be drug dealers. This is news that can be deeply explored."

Kara looked at him strangely, "You can actually give me a piece of news instead of selling it to me."

Murphy changed into a deep and affectionate expression, "We are good friends, we should help each other."

"Help each other?" Carla Fais's eyes rolled slightly, "I won't say thank you, because I don't plan to report this news in the short term."

"Why?" Murphy couldn't help asking.

“This will weaken the impact of the Bill Road case.”

After organizing the language a little, Cara Fais said seriously, "Now blacks continue to protest, it is nothing more than the last criminal who was shot and killed by white police without the ability to resist. There is also a tacit understanding that blacks do not say, that is, black criminals kill wealthy whites, which will make blacks have a strange mentality. However, if two blacks become drug dealers, the case becomes internal fire of drug dealers, these psychological tacit understandings will be broken, thus quickly quelling the vigorous black movement in Los Angeles."

Facing Murphy, she did not hide anything, "We need continuous sensational news, not a peaceful and safe society."

Murphy nodded slightly, obviously agreeing with Carla Fies' statement, "We are not a government department, and once the black movement subsides, it will have an adverse impact on the documentary."

A sin capital full of violence, injustice, drugs, crime and racial discrimination is the subject of the documentary.

If such documentaries want to gain widespread attention, they need to cooperate with the chaotic social situation.

However, Los Angeles' chaos caused by the black movement will not affect such high-end parties at all. Here, people are always drunk and dreamy. Decently dressed men chat with beautiful and sexy women, delicately made women seducing famous men, and even some famous gentlemen and ladies gather together to enjoy marijuana and *******.

Sex, alcohol, drugs, and chaotic same-sex relationships are always the themes of such parties that will not be outdated.

Of course, there are also many self-disciplined people at the party.

At least Murphy can see that many people, like him and Cara Fais, just treat the party as a stage for expanding their communication and will not be close to those things that can ruin a person's future.

Murphy knew very well how to go, and knew that there was absolutely no time to enjoy it now.

Now he should work hard, rather than stopping his own pace because of these inexplicable things.

At the party, Murphy and Cara Fais met many people together and exchanged business cards with many people. Although there were no big names, the social circle was established step by step.

In the blink of an eye, it was early morning and the party was not at all dissipated. Murphy and the other two were about to leave. They still had their own work to work tomorrow, and it was impossible for them to spend a whole night in such a drunken and dreamy occasion. But when they walked to the Audi sedan and were about to get on the bus, Murphy suddenly called out Cara Fais.

"Look at that." Murphy used his eyes to signal about fifty feet away in the left front. A black man walked on the side of the road with a beautiful woman in his arms. "Isn't that the basketball star who wants to pursue you?"

The black man is Kobe Bryant, who Murphy had met before. He walked with a young and sexy red-haired woman and looked very intimate.

Murphy's eyes suddenly lit up and he asked, "Is that Kobe Bryant's fiancée?"

Kara looked up and shook her head, "It shouldn't be. I remember the media reported that Kobe Bryant's fiancée is a Latino, and this red-haired woman is obviously not a Latino."

Looking at the two people walking together, Murphy suddenly remembered something in his head. He vaguely remembered that the basketball superstar had caused a lot of controversy over this scandal. He left the party with this red-haired woman, probably more than just chatting, right?

During this period of experience as a free journalist, some of Murphy's abilities have been trained and instantly aroused his sense of professional smell.

Seeing the two men walking to a Hummer, Murphy suddenly turned his head and said to Cara Fais, who opened the door and prepared to enter the driver's seat, "Can you borrow your car temporarily, my dear."

Kara was stunned for a moment, then she understood and frowned slightly, "Are you going to follow?"

Murphy didn't say anything, just shrugged.

After thinking about it for less than two seconds, Kara Fis closed the door of the driver's seat, "I took someone else's car back, and my Nikon D1 digital camera and telephoto lens were in the trunk."

"Thank you." Murphy turned and walked towards the driver's seat, "You helped me solve the big problem."

Originally, he planned to find an opportunity to buy a telephoto camera.

Carla Fiss's car was carrying camera equipment, and Murphy was not surprised. He was a dedicated journalist, and it was normal to carry these tools with him.

"Murphy, he is not an ordinary person. Some things you can use on ordinary murderers," Kara Fis reminded him when he saw Murphy pull the car door. "You must be cautious and careful when dealing with him."

Murphy nodded cautiously, "I'm not crazy yet, I know what to do."

Even if you can take any photos, Murphy will not sell it directly to the tabloid. Faced with superstars of Kobe Bryant, some things must not be done randomly when doing them.

Those who think they don’t need to worry about anything they do are easily trampled to death on the road of climbing upwards.

Murphy lacks funds, and the dollar in his hands is just a drop in the bucket for the bottomless pit of filming. He needs to make money. He has done enough crazy things in the previous month, but he faces ordinary people in a relatively sense, not a superstar.

As a person who has passed away from an era of highly developed Internet development, Murphy knows that the superstar represents not himself alone, but front-end spokespersons of a large number of forces, from economic companies to teams to advertising sponsors. If he really violates their bottom line, these forces can easily defeat an unknown little person like him.

Yes, it is very risky to keep up, but Murphy still has to do it because such an opportunity is the same as last time, and there are solutions to this kind of thing without violating the other party's bottom line.

For the purpose of primitive capital accumulation, such risks are also worth a try.

After getting into the driver's seat and fastening his seat belt, Murphy gave Cara Fais a thumbs up to the outside, and after the Hummer on the front left drove away, he also started the Audi sedan and followed.
Chapter completed!