"Shh..." The leader raised a finger to his lips, signaling the reporter to be silent. After a quick glance to ensure no one else was around, he slapped the reporter on the back. "Why are you shouting? I’m doing this for our website’s benefit."
"Great, now there’s no need for to arrange people to secretly photograph Jas Reed and Ophelia Wilson. Here’s the gear; you go shoot Charles Seymour and Sophie Wilson’s engagent banquet. Rember, don’t capture the faces of any big shots that aren’t supposed to be fild, got it?" The leader ticulously instructed, aiming to break news and gain traffic without offending anyone and causing trouble.
"Understood!" The reporter straightened up in excitent, almost saluting the leader.
"Wait here, I’ll go get you the equipnt." The leader quickly left to collect the gear, then called over several people from the website to prepare the reporter.
"Um...leader." After being outfitted with the equipnt, the reporter moved to the stairwell and suddenly rembered sothing. Turning around, the reporter weakly asked, "How do I sneak in?"
"Leader..." The reporter shouted into the empty corner, almost going mad with frustration. Abandoned just like that?
That place is on the ninth floor of the Imperial Hotel. He doesn’t even have an invitation in hand. How is he supposed to get in?
Jas Reed didn’t know yet that the dia he’s invited had already had "defectors." He still hoped to leverage this engagent banquet for a big spotlight mont.
The filming details had long been arranged with the First Website. Even though the engagent banquet hadn’t started, their reporter was already at the first live streaming station—the kitchen.
High-end ingredients were prepped and laid out on platters: lobsters, sea cucumbers, matsutake mushrooms, caviar...
The reporter mumbled quietly while the cara focused on these high-end ingredients for close-ups: "Really want to sneak them ho... What? Eat them myself? Impossible! Of course, I’d sell them for cash, definitely a huge profit!"
The live stream on the online platform, of course, catered to the light-hearted and humorous style young people prefer. The reporter intentionally introduced the approximate prices of all the ingredients, causing a flood of comnts on the streaming page.
Everyone marveled at the ingredients used in the engagent banquet. In summary, one word—luxurious!
Another flood of comnts expressed a desire to taste them.
"With such good ingredients, if there’s no great chef, it would be a waste, so..."
"This ti, the head chef for Mr. Jas Reed and Miss Ophelia Wilson’s engagent banquet is..." The reporter deliberately dragged the sentence, then turned the cara to the head chef, "Ta-da...our very own Master Jackson!"
The chubby Master Jackson greeted the audience through the lens. The reporter seized the chance to ask a few questions. Of course, netizens were too busy going crazy to care about platitudes.
Inviting Master Jackson, the royal banquet chef, was too extravagant, right?
"Alright, I know everyone wants to see the final dishes, but we can’t hold up Master Jackson’s work here. Let’s head to another part. I’m told the live band this ti is exceptional, too." The reporter led the viewers to the main venue, specifically introducing the symphony orchestra.
"Okay, I know so of you might not be familiar with them, so I’ll introduce so of the major events they’ve participated in." The reporter listed several significant national performances.
Not many online were familiar with the orchestra, but they recognized the importance of national performances.
The revelation left everyone stunned.
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