Male Reporter A was not upset in the slightest after being snubbed. He knew very well that real, valuable interviews were like this.
You had to stir up the emotions of your readers and viewers, making them side with you or hate you.
The more readers' and viewers' emotions he stirred up, the more popular his reports became, and the greater their impact on public opinion! That was why he was not angry at all.
"I don't care about your ass in the slightest. I'm curious—do you really need money that badly?"
The alcoholic man tried to stand up, but when a Blackstone Security officer glanced in his direction, he sat back down.
Ever since the Doomsday First Amendment had been passed, public order had improved significantly.
It was not that there were fewer criminals. Rather, many criminals were stopped or eliminated while they were still preparing to commit crimes.
As long as they thought you intended to commit a crime—even if you merely wanted to pick a passerby's pocket and posed no danger at all—they would shoot you on the spot! If he really stood up, he seriously doubted whether those two Blackstone Security officers would empty their magazines into him.
"If you're not interested in money, you can give it to me."
"No one ever thinks they have too much money!"
Male Reporter A asked again, "What do you want the money for?"
The alcoholic man was silent for a moment. "The food provided by the shelter doesn't fill us up at all. It only keeps us from starving to death."
"Everything besides the basic food allowance costs money. The children are growing, and we have other expenses too, like medicine."
Male Reporter A glanced at the bottle in his hand. "Including alcohol, right?"
This time, the alcoholic