Limited Time Marriage: Nice to Meet You Mr. Foster

Chapter 391: Chapter 390: Remember, My Name Is South Grant

The person didn’t have time to argue with Langston Caldwell and accused him:

"Since you claim that the ’Iron Blood’ crew auditions nude, then please provide evidence. Even if we’re doing entertainment news, we should have the ethics of a journalist, not spreading rumors or causing harm, maintaining a good attitude, and speaking with facts."

At this moment, South Grant stood on stage, clapped his hands, and looked at the furious journalist with a smile:

"That’s a great line about not spreading rumors or causing harm, maintaining a good attitude, and speaking with facts. May I ask, when you say the movie ’We’ plagiarized ’Iron Blood,’ what facts and evidence do you have? Please show them."

"I...I was speculating..." The person was at a loss for words, stammering in response to South Grant’s question.

"Oh, so you’re that amazing, you can even speculate. So this is your journalist’s ethics, all news reporting doesn’t rely on facts, doesn’t rely on truth, just speculation will do. I finally understand how those irresponsible news stories come about. Speculating, look at how capable you are, you might as well go home and speculate with your wife, save the embarrassment here."

South Grant looked at him and said coldly. After South Grant finished speaking, the crowd erupted in laughter.

Even Rosalind Sutton, who was standing beside South Grant, couldn’t help but blush.

It was the first time they had seen someone be so serious while being vulgar.

Not only does it not make people disgusted, but there’s also a bit of charm to it.

The person was enraged when he saw South Grant mocking him like this.

"Kid, don’t be too arrogant; crossing me won’t end well for you. You’re still nothing now, but I’m a well-known journalist. I can ruin your reputation in no time." The person was red with anger.

"Oh, I’m so scared. Sister Rosalind, please protect me." South Grant played along, pretending to be scared, then sneered coldly with an indifferent expression: "So——what——now?"

At this point, South Grant jumped down from the stage and walked up to the journalist, approaching him step by step.

The crowd automatically made way for him.

"Justice is in the hearts of the people, not in your pen, not in your camera, and not in your news. My future is not for you to decide, and whether or not I’m welcomed is not for you to dictate either. The bottom line is, I live not to please you. People like you will never deserve to appear in my sight. Remember, my name is—South—Grant. I’m waiting for your ’no time at all.’"

After South Grant finished speaking, he grabbed the journalist by the collar and pushed him through the crowd: "Security, show him out."

South Grant’s actions left everyone present stunned; it was the first time they had seen an artist like this.

No matter how bad-tempered an artist might be, when facing journalists, even if they don’t want to answer, they have to put on a smile.

There was no one like South Grant, who had just debuted, yet was so boldly and defiantly confronting a journalist.

Not only confronting but directly throwing the person out and having security show them out—it was truly a groundbreaking first.

After throwing the person out, South Grant clapped his hands, then his arms rested on the edge of the platform, and with a leap, he jumped back up.

Looking at the journalists offstage, South Grant thought of the press conference just before death in a past life, where he was rendered speechless by reporters’ questions.

Back then, he was just like everyone else, carefully answering every question from reporters.

Whether they were making things difficult, being harsh, or sarcastically mocking, he accepted it all like a trash can.

Thinking back now, it was so damn tiring!

In this life, she wanted to live differently; whoever wants to endure it can endure it, anyway, I’m not going to!