Chapter 403 The storm is stirring

When the gorgeous stage came to an end, Abel only took home the inevitable Best Newcomer Award.

But the best album failed, Avril Lavigne smiled a little reluctantly, and Britney comforted Avril Lavigne from time to time.

As soon as the three people walked out of Staples Stadium, they were surrounded by reporters who had been waiting for them.

Even if there are rock security staff and stadium security guards who stop me.

There was no way to stop the madness of these reporters, and the scene suddenly became extremely chaotic.

Obviously, because of the appearance of Abel Smith.

This year's Grammys attracted significantly more attention than in previous years.

Not to mention other aspects, just in terms of the number of reporters and the types of coverage, it will definitely far exceed the Grammy Awards shows in previous years.

The reporters here today are except for the paparazzi reporters from the entertainment media.

There are also a lot of financial, business, and even social news, as well as reporters from super newspapers.

They all appeared here because of Abel's appearance.

There are even some big journalists in there, such as Pulitzer Prize winners.

This chaotic scene is a test for security work and safety.

But Grammy is not stupid either.

Whatever the NBA is willing to do, the Academy of Recording Arts and Sciences of the National Academy of Sciences is also willing to cooperate.

Reporters who can get close to Abel have been selected by the rock security staff.

Only when safety is ensured can so many reporters get close.

Journalists also want to seize this hard-won opportunity.

An opportunity to interview Abe Smith up close.

Except for a few big reporters from Smith Media.

At present, there are very few in the world.

So far, Abel Smith has been interviewed by a large number of reporters, which adds up to no more than three times!

With such an excellent opportunity, even if he won the Pulitzer Prize, he would not care about face at all at this time.

Like the craziest paparazzi reporters, they shocked Abel's bodyguards and stadium security guards to the point of collapse.

In the frenzy of dazzling flashes and the sound of the shutter.

Countless microphones were handed around Abel.

The crazy reporters also asked Abel various questions in the loudest voices they had ever heard.

Even for these questions, they knew that Abel would not answer most of them.

But they are also willing to shout until their throats are broken, no matter what.

What if...what if Abel replies?

"...Mr. Smith. Why did you accompany Miss Spears and Miss Lavigne to the Grammys? Are they your new girlfriends?"

"Mr. Smith, it is said that Grammy only awarded 15 awards to Music DreamWorks in order to invite you to attend. Is this true?"

"Mr. Smith. I am John Addans, a reporter from the Los Angeles Times. I won last year's Pulitzer Prize. I was wondering if you could accept my exclusive interview?"

"Mr. Smith, what do you think of the California Pacific Electric accident?"

"Mr. Smith, it is said that you have..."

"..."

The reporters asked a lot of questions and were very noisy.

Abel was wearing the sunglasses he wore when going out in front of the flashlight that turned the night into day.

Reporters saw him say a few words to Edward.

The expressionless security captain then shouted loudly.

"The selected gentlemen and madams have the opportunity to ask questions. But their voices must be quiet. If the noise continues, Mr. Smith will leave."

As soon as Edward's voice fell, the frantic reporters fell silent instantly.

One reporter reacted quickly. She didn't say anything but raised her hands high.

Other reporters also woke up and raised their hands silently, hoping that they could be selected.

In just a few seconds, the scene turned from noisy to quiet.

Abel smiled and nodded, looking around the crowd of reporters.

He pointed casually and saw that she was a pretty, youthful and relatively young beautiful reporter.

Seeing the candidates chosen by Abel, the reporters present felt a burst of self-pity and self-pity.

[As expected of Smith, she is a beautiful reporter in the first place. 】

【Ah...if only I were a woman.】

[I need to tell the editor when I get back that I need to cultivate one or two beautiful talents in the future...]

【……】

In the complicated minds of other reporters.

That beautiful lucky person, her face flushed with joy, squeezed out of the crowd, and excitedly introduced herself:

"Hello, Mr. Smith, I am a reporter from The New Yorker. My name is Emily Miller. I am from Louisiana. My measurements are 105, 62, 109. I..."

Looking at this incoherent beauty, Abel shook his head helplessly.

Bryony next to her said angrily:

"Ms. Miller, I just want you to ask a question. This is not a date. Where did your journalistic qualities go?"

The reporters were also speechless for a while, wondering if they were really cruel and brainless.

So beautiful, with such a good figure, but so stupid...

There were already other reporters who couldn't help but want to ridicule him.

At this time, I saw the beautiful reporter with blond hair and blue eyes suddenly showing an excited, twisted and weird smile on her slightly red face.

Then, with countless reporters watching, she yelled, "ALHBKL!!"

Amidst the shouting, the beautiful reporter rushed forward, and the scene was in chaos.

Abel frowned and pulled Britney, while Avril's hand quickly retreated.

Edward and the other three King Kong instantly stood in front of him.

The surrounding rock security personnel rushed up like crazy tigers.

The next moment.

boom!

Outside the Staples Center, there was a huge explosion.

The explosion was so loud that it could be heard for more than ten miles.

There was a huge uproar at the scene.

After the huge explosion, reporters took pictures of Abel Smith's handsome face, which was covered in blood.

The world's richest man was attacked, and the scene was chaotic. Abel Smith's condition was unknown and he might have been seriously injured...

All this happened here.

It was also instantly broadcast to the entire United States through on-site reporters, connected interview vehicles, and interview centers, and spread throughout the world in a very short period of time.

In just ten minutes, the entire United States and even most of the world suddenly became lively.

…

…

The explosion sounded outside Staples Center 10 minutes later.

New York, Manhattan.

It was about ten o'clock at night.

Since taking office nearly a month ago, Bloomberg, who has been working hard to maintain a people-friendly and diligent image, just came out of the city hall.

Under the "secret photography" of some reporters, Mr. Mayor, surrounded by several bodyguards, was walking to his car.

As soon as he walked to the open car door, he saw one of his secretaries running out of the car in a hurry.

From a long distance away, the secretary shouted:

"Mr. Bloomberg, Mr. Bloomberg! Something big is going to happen. Wait a minute, something big is going on."
To be continued...