Chapter 82: For the ratings

Before the New Year was over, Li Siming had to return to the United States. At least in Li Siming's eyes, the Lantern Festival was still in the Spring Festival before the fifteenth day of the first lunar month.

"Next time, we must change the award ceremony to April!" Li Siming said to himself in his heart, but he could only think about it this way.

David Frankel has urged him many times. The 56th Oscar has reached its most critical moment. The final vote will end on February 20. He hopes that Li Siming's return can deepen the impression of voters.

Due to the jet lag, it was already late at night for Li Siming to walk out of Los Angeles International Airport. As soon as Li Siming left the airport, he met several black taxi drivers who were soliciting business. Li Siming picked one and looked like a pleasing one, nothing else, because the driver looked like a "good person".

Nine out of ten taxi drivers love to chat. This is probably a place where taxi drivers around the world are connected. The driver seems to never read entertainment news and has no impression of Li Siming's appearance. This "big business" is good. Because Burbank is not very close to Los Angeles, he is in a good mood and chattering all the way, just like an aunt, actively recommending good hotels to Li Siming and getting a certain coupon. This "good man" even sells marijuana to Li Siming. It was not until Li Siming closed his eyes and pretended to be asleep that he closed his mouth.

Although the night was already deep, only a few vehicles passed. However, Los Angeles TV reporter John Wilder had just completed his work. At this time, he and his interview team had just completed an interview and filming task on the Hollywood star nightlife program. The interview car was now parked on the streets of Burbank, and his assistant bought a few cups of hot coffee to cheer up several people.

"John, I wonder if this show will increase our viewership rate," the assistant asked.

"Just God knows that there is nothing worthy of the audience's attention except for reporting the so-called so-called insider news or gossip like the Oscars. Or it's about the Olympics, but that has nothing to do with us." Wilder leaned on the car chair and rubbed his already sore eyes.

"The boss has a bad temper recently." The assistant said worriedly.

"For the boss, the ratings are money, but for us, the material of this program is life. Who doesn't want to have scoops, but why can I get the scoops?" Wilder drank a cup of coffee and felt that the taste of the coffee sold on the street was getting worse and worse. Next time he tried Chinese green tea.

When talking about Chinese green tea, Wilder suddenly thought of the Chinese director who was so famous in Hollywood. Unfortunately, this Chinese was not very interested in the reporter's interview and had already returned to China. Because of these two reasons, the Chinese's news value is not low. Otherwise, if you have an exclusive interview, the ratings will definitely increase greatly.

Just as he was worried about the ratings, a taxi stopped not far from him, and an Asian-looking man got out of the car. Under the street light, Wilder recognized that this was Li Siming.

"I praise you, Almighty God!" Wilder cut a cross in his chest, "Guys, cheer up and turn on the machine. We go up and intercept him for a special show, for the ratings!"

"For the ratings!" the assistants whispered.

However, the scene that happened quickly in front of him stunned him.

Li Siming got out of the car and took out his luggage from the back of the car. It was Yang Yue's forced stuff. In fact, Li Siming had long discovered that Yang Yue would ask him to bring things that he would not use at all, but he also took his luggage honestly for a long flight. Li Siming took out a wallet from his jacket pocket, and there was a lot of cash in it. Li Siming had never counted the specific amount. Anyway, it was bulging, so it was enough to pay a tip when going out.

Just as he was about to pay, a big man rushed over from a dark corner on one side. Li Siming felt something was wrong. When he turned around, he found that he was also a black man, holding a pistol in his hand. The black muzzle of the pistol seemed to be glowing under the street light.

Li Siming was stunned. After leaving the army for a long time, the best reaction time had been missed.

"I've encountered a robbery! It's the first time in my life!" In an instant, this thought even flashed through Li Siming's mind. Not to mention Li Siming, the "good man" driver was also shocked at this moment. The hand that stretched out to pick up Li Siming's payment was parked in the air and forgot to take it back.

"Are you taking a photo?" Wilder had already reacted at this time. The photographer gave him a positive answer. They were about to get off the car and meet him, but they didn't expect that this happened.

"Call the police!" Wilder did not forget to remind his assistants to call the police by using the car phone.

"My man, throw your wallet over, or you'll eat a gun!" the robber ordered viciously.

"Okay, okay, go ahead!" Li Siming handed over the wallet in his hand. He seemed very scared, and his hand trembled and fell to the ground. The wallet lying on the ground showed a corner of a stack of US dollars.

The first element of robbery is fast. The robber was still a little scared and flashed when he wanted to get his wallet. He used a gun to signal Li Siming and the "good guy" driver to retreat, and then bent down to pick up the wallet on the ground.

Li Siming didn't want to be taken advantage of by someone like this. If Xiaodao knew about it, then wouldn't he be laughed at? Li Siming took advantage of the moment when he bent down to pick up his wallet and threw the coat that was tied to his arms towards the other party, but his body flew up in the air.

The robber found out that something was wrong and wanted to stand up straight, but his eyes were blocked by Li Siming's coat, and subconsciously blocked it with his arms. At this moment, Li Siming flew into the air, slammed the other person's neck with his legs, and threw the other person to the ground. If he was more ruthless, the other person's neck would not be able to be protected.

The robbery black man screamed "Oh" and knocked the gun in his hand away. But Li Siming heard more than one sound.

"Oh!" The "good guy" driver stroked his chest and his legs trembled.

"Oh!" Wilder and his assistants hiding in the interview car also shouted, unable to believe it. He had already thought about the title of tomorrow's news work: "The Chinese director encountered a robber on the road and had no choice but to spend money to buy peace!"

Li Siming stood up and picked up the pistol. He quickly decomposed the pistol in front of the robber. The "good man" driver was dazzled for a moment, and in the blink of an eye, the pistol had been removed by more than ten pieces.

The robber was already waiting for the Asian to call the police and then spend the night in the police station for free. Unexpectedly, the Asian man took advantage of his own tricks to remove the sharp weapon in his hand. This was exactly what he wanted because there was a dagger on his waist!

"My man, this dagger is not taken out casually. It would be bad if it scares the children!" Li Siming was fearless.

The robber secretly called "unlucky" and met someone who was not afraid of death, but had a guy in his hand. He felt that he was very strong and he didn't want any more money today. Before the police came, he must teach this Asian a lesson.

According to legend, Chinese people are all good at kung fu. I don’t know if this Asian is Chinese. Anyway, Asians all look the same, so it’s better to be careful. The robber attacked tentatively and pretended to stab him in his chest, but his speed was too slow. He felt a flash in front of him, and his right wrist holding the dagger had been held by the other party, as if he was clamped by a pliers.

Li Siming looked at the other party's flushed face, which was a little funny. The black man's blushing face could not be seen clearly under the street light. Li Siming's smile seemed like a devil's smile to the other party. Li Siming twisted his arm and snatched the dagger in his hand, and kicked the other party in pain. Li Siming felt that it would not end like this. He took a step forward and raised the other party's huge body, spinning like a toy in the air.

The robber shouted in the air, dancing, afraid that Li Siming would smash him hard on the ground, and that he would worry that his huge body would be a big burden and would crush him. Li Siming did not do this. He saw a trash can on the side of the road, holding the robber, and brought him a backward planting onion and plunged him into the stinking trash can.

The "good guy" driver has been petrified and looks at Li Siming in a daze, as if he has encountered an alien. John Wilder is so excited that he thought he made a profit this time, and everyone has to watch it tomorrow morning, so there is no need to worry about the ratings.

"Dear viewers, I am John Wilder of Los Angeles TV's No. 1 Entertainment News. You just saw that it's not a movie, but it's not a movie. This is a real event we just witnessed. The protagonist of the incident is Li Siming, the popular candidate for the best director of the Oscar this year. It's incredible that he subdued a gun-carrying gangster with bare hands." Wilder has not forgotten his job, and this professionalism deserves his boss' salary increase. "I have heard the sound of the sirens now. Before the police arrive, I have to interview Mr. Li Siming quickly."

Wilder and his assistants rushed out of the interview car with the camera and ran to Li Siming. Li Siming was stunned. Why is this reporter so omnipresent? They can encounter something that happened once in a few decades.

"Mr. Li, did you... make it... Chinese Kung Fu just now?" Wilder asked anxiously, his words stuttering a little.

"Oh, that's right!" Li Siming said with a smile. He said that he must have become a news figure. This time he couldn't think of the limelight. Others didn't even have the chance to show off when they wanted to show off. They could catch up with the car by themselves. The difference between this person and the person was big.

"Why didn't you lose money and eliminate disasters just now? The robbers held a pistol, which is very dangerous!" Wilder asked.

"In the face of criminals, we cannot be so passive and concessional. It is the right way to make bad actors have nowhere to escape. We Chinese all pay attention to helping each other with courage! What's more, we meet them ourselves." Li Siming said with a high sound, thinking about it and adding, "Of course, this is very dangerous, and it's good to let the police handle it. I mean, we must be brave enough to fight against criminals."

"What do you think about what just happened?"

"Well, Burbank's security is very good!" Li Siming joked, "The police always come in time and always arrive immediately after the crime is over."

Because he had seen the police. Just like in the movie, the police always came to clean up the mess in time after the victim was in danger. The police were flirting with each other and pulled out the robber who was still doing crab-shaped in the trash bin, which made the police dirty. The unlucky robber was still holding a stinky stuffing pie on his head.

Li Siming's popularity forced him to cooperate with the police to take transcripts, while Wilder followed the whole process to shoot the interview. As for the "good man" driver, he became a witness and described it in front of the police and Wilder's camera.

"God testifies that I am an honest person. I never lie, never violate traffic rules, nor smoke marijuana. I feel disgusted when I see that thing. This Chinese man, as soon as I see him, I think he is a master of kung fu, just like Bruce Lee in the movie. I heard that he is the director of Forrest Gump. I swear I like this movie the most, especially Forrest Gump's style, which is as handsome as me. Do you like it?" The police had to interrupt his chatter, "Okay, don't be excited, man! I'll get back to the point. The truth is that, I'll solicit customers at Los Angeles International Airport tonight..."

Li Siming took a US police car for the first time in his life and entered the US police station for the first time. The police took a serious record and asked in detail about the incident. Li Siming was a little impatient because he repeated the same words several times.

The heads of the police station were a little embarrassed. They also knew that Li Siming was a "famous person". When encountering such a thing, the reporter even filmed the whole process. If the news was broadcast tomorrow morning, it would have a very adverse impact on the reputation of their police station. Public security issues have always been a concern for citizens, especially in this place where movie stars are everywhere.

"Mr. Li, on behalf of the Burbank Police Department, I am honored to inform you that we will hold a ceremony to commend your heroic battle with the robbers." The police chief was called in the middle of the night, discussed for two hours, and came up with this solution.

"Whatever you guys." Li Siming had been working on a plane for a day, and had been yawning for so long, "I want to ask, can I go back?"

"Of course. I will send a car to escort you back." Seeing Li Siming agreeing, the police chief finally fell to the ground. If the task was a little more beautiful, he could even turn defeat into victory. He hurriedly asked his subordinates to send him back to his residence.

The happiest thing for the whole night was John Wilder, which was so wonderful.

"The Chinese director demonstrated Chinese Kung Fu, and the robbers surrendered with guns!" This was the title of tomorrow morning news that Wilder thought of. He called his assistant and immediately rushed back to the TV station. He decided not to sleep today and seized the time to make a short news video.

"Praise God! I'm so lucky today. I hope I can meet you every day. Work hard for the ratings!" Wilder encouraged himself in his heart.

If God heard this, he would definitely bring disaster to his head. How could he hope that the robbery would happen every day?
Chapter completed!