Everyone at the scene was shocked, even Ye Qiao was shocked. She never expected that Mr. Charlie would take a photo of her helping the grandfather and grandson!
The picture just freezes here.
The elderly, skinny man, with dark skin and wrinkles all over his face, smiled with a simple and sincere smile. The little boy, drinking the sweet mineral water, looked happy. In the picture, the girl was like a kind angel descended to earth, her perfect profile stained with a warm smile...
What a warm and touching picture.
And just now, this grandfather and grandson actually said that she had never helped them!
"Where did these photos come from?! Where did they come from?!" The woman in the room was so angry that she wanted to smash the TV. "Didn't you steal all the memory cards?! What's going on?! Huh?!"
"Miss, we took out all the memory cards! We don't know where these photos came from!" The man in the suit was so scared that he broke out in a cold sweat and kept explaining.
"That damn Ye Qiao, were those photos just a smokescreen?!" the woman said viciously, "Hurry up and have the reporters morally blackmail them! Doing charity work and taking photos? It must be staged!"
She commanded again.
At the scene, Ye Qiao smiled, revealing her sweet dimples, but that smile was tinged with bitterness. She looked at the grandfather and grandson, feeling mixed emotions.
Giving a rose to someone leaves a sweet fragrance on the hand. She helped them out of kindness, but what happened? She was smeared in return!
The little boy lowered his head and didn't dare to look at her.
"Everyone, do you have any questions?" After she came back to her senses, she asked loudly, still calm and composed, with a smile on her face, without any sign of sadness.
“Ms. Ye, do you always take photos when doing charity? Or, are these photos just for show? The old people and children all said that you didn’t help them! So, I think it’s highly suspected that it’s a show!” The female reporter in the corner stood up and questioned bravely!
She just knew it!
"I'm sorry! These photos were not taken by me, nor by any volunteers from our 'family'!" Ye Qiao retorted loudly and forcefully.
At this time, the picture on the big screen changed again. At night, the lights were bright, and the news was being broadcast on the big screen in Times Square, New York. The news screen showed the photos that had just been played in a slide show!
In other words, these photos appeared on the big screen in Times Square in New York, USA!
This news report is about the touching stories that happened during China's flood control and disaster relief efforts, including the most beautiful volunteers, the most lovely soldiers, and the most simple disaster victims!
"Wow... This is the American media reporting on our touching flood relief efforts!"
"So, those photos can't be staged!"
Amidst the discussion, a blond, blue-eyed foreign man in suit trousers and a dark blue shirt came up to the stage to Ye Qiao's warm welcome. "Hello everyone, I'm Charlie David, a China correspondent for The New York Times."
Mr. Charlie spoke fluent Chinese, and his press card was draped across his chest. "The photos you just saw were all taken by me! I've been in the disaster area for almost a month, documenting what's happening there every day with my camera! I'm a journalist, and my professional ethics require me to only record the most authentic scenes, never fabricate them! I have more photos here, and if you have any questions, please feel free to ask me!"
The woman in the room clenched her fists when she saw this scene, and her long nails dug into the flesh of her palms!
That damn Ye Qiao! She even knows all the American reporters!
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