The location of Fox Los Angeles Local Channel 6 was a white building, with a tall television signal tower standing beside it. Henry got out of the car and entered the building, explained his purpose to the security guard at the entrance, and followed the directions to the news department on the third floor.

The entire third floor was a huge newsroom. Even though it was late at night, it was still bustling with people coming and going. Henry walked in somewhat dazed, and when he saw someone coming from the opposite direction, he quickly and politely said, “Excuse me, I have a video of a car accident I just filmed.”

Without even looking up, the person casually pointed to the corridor on the left. “First door on the left after you go in.”

Following the directions, Henry found himself in front of an office. Through the glass door, he could see several people inside sitting in front of screens, seemingly discussing something.

Henry gently knocked on the glass door. When the people inside looked over, he opened the door a crack and said, “I have a car accident video to sell.”

“Freelance reporter?”

A woman with long golden-brown hair turned to look at him. “Who are you working with?”

Henry was taken aback for a moment, then simply walked in. “I work alone.”

He could tell that this woman was probably the leader among them, so he added, “It’s a video of a car accident that happened tonight near Hollywood on Sunset Boulevard. A woman crashed, half her face was destroyed, blood was everywhere. If she survives, I’ll be very surprised.”

These words clearly piqued the brown-haired woman’s interest. She nodded and said, “Alright, let me see.”

Henry took out the storage drive, walked forward a couple of steps, and handed it to the blonde woman. A staff member nearby, following the blonde woman’s instructions, connected the drive to the screen. After a second of static, the video that Henry had carefully edited began to play.

“Oh my God!”

When the close-up of the injured woman appeared, the gory scene made the staff member exclaim involuntarily.

Standing to the side, Henry kept observing the blonde woman’s expression. Unlike the staff member’s shock, when she saw the bloody footage, a clear look of excited interest flashed in the blue eyes of the blonde woman.

“This can be the headline for the morning news!”

She seemed to have completely forgotten about Henry standing behind her.

Chapter 6: The First Income

As a local TV station, Fox Los Angeles Channel 6’s primary focus was the latest happenings in the Greater Los Angeles area, and a serious car accident in the famous Hollywood district would undoubtedly attract a lot of viewers’ attention.

For a commercial TV station, ratings are always the top priority.

“Sarah, are you sure?”

Another person nearby asked the woman with the long golden-brown hair, pointing at the bloody scene on the screen. “When the morning news airs, viewers are usually having breakfast. This is too gory.”

The woman called Sarah looked completely unconcerned. “We should have reports like this every day. The audience will talk about it at work, discuss it all day, and keep following our program.”

Standing behind these people, Henry kept observing carefully. Hearing this, he immediately picked up some useful information, and also formed a preliminary impression of this woman named Sarah.

Seemingly having completely forgotten about Henry, Sarah ignored her subordinate’s objections and ordered in a commanding tone, “This will be the morning headline. I want the shots broken down, do a live surround, use big letters for the title…”

She paused for a moment, then added, “Warn viewers to watch with caution first.”

Henry glanced at her again. From a psychological perspective, so-called caution often only arouses more curiosity.

She was clearly a woman with ideas. “Also, add in other car accidents that happened on Sunset Boulevard this year. Just say it’s a deadly road.”

Hearing this, Henry couldn’t help but roll his eyes slightly. These journalists really go all out to grab attention.

The woman continued, “Check the identity of the person in the accident, call her relatives, and record the interview.”

She looked at her subordinates. “You know what to do. Go.”

The others stood up and left the office one after another.

Only then did the woman’s eyes return to Henry. She didn’t get up, just sat there and extended her right hand. “Hello, I’m Sarah Faulkner, head of the evening and morning news departments at Channel 6.”

“Hello, Henry Stanton.” Henry stepped forward and shook her hand lightly. “I’m a freelance reporter.”

As he spoke, he discreetly sized her up.

This woman had a head of curly golden-brown hair, light blue eyes shaded by long lashes, sparkling with shrewdness. Her typically Western, strong-featured face was adorned with the professional makeup popular in this era, further enhancing her aura as a career woman.

Henry could sense that this tall, beautiful woman was definitely sharp and capable. Otherwise, she wouldn’t have become a department head at what looked to be only twenty-five or twenty-six years old.