Disaster Artist

Wei Dongmang was a little curious.

He knew that the current atmosphere was tense and the situation was very anxious. He should not look left and right, nor should he watch the play from the sidelines. Such an attitude was wrong.

But he just couldn't help it.

Because the director exudes a kind of contentment and relaxation all over his body, even though the scene is turbulent, it looks sunny and sunny in front of the director.

Mood, a bit strange.

Wei Dongmang's attention was not on Tao Ran, but on the director. He secretly observed the director's expression, and then noticed the director's eyes.

It's like... looking at something, looking forward to something.

So, what is it?

Wei Dongmang followed the director's line of sight and looked at other places in the coffee house, but found nothing, and the whole coffee house looked very normal:

Sights fluttered rustlingly, as if there was nothing in the corner of their eyes, they circled around them, but no one dared to look at them blatantly, more or less guilty, and secretly diverted their sights.

You can also see a girl hiding her mobile phone under her armpit and secretly filming the whole process, but her eyes are exaggeratedly pretending to look at the ceiling, and the whole awkward posture seems to be doing yoga.

Such an action should be slightly better than "There is no silver three hundred taels here".

Wei Dongmang couldn't control his curiosity, so what kind of world did the director see?

The same picture and the same scene, can the director capture details different from his own? It was like facing Tao Ran's sudden attack.

Suddenly, Wei Dongmang was uncontrollably nervous, with sweaty palms and beating heartbeat, but as the matter progressed, he calmed down inexplicably, and now he even looks at the coffee shop leisurely, cultivating a The big living man was standing next to him, but he didn't get in the way at all.

Um?

That person seemed a little strange, why was he queuing up so seriously?

Originally, it was normal to line up for take-out in the coffee shop, a daily routine, but the problem is that the queue is moving very, very slowly.

Although the staff has returned to work, everyone's attention is on the big drama between Lu Qian and Tao Ran. Not to mention the staff, even they themselves are dawdling, sneaking glances from time to time. Eyes, one or two are unwilling to miss the gossip.

The process will naturally slow down.

After a few impatient white-collar workers complained, the people at the front of the queue gave up their seats instead, letting them order first and then leave. The scene was unprecedentedly harmonious.

Of these, there is only one exception.

A middle-aged man in a plaid shirt, carrying a black satchel, was looking down at his mobile phone. He didn't pay attention to the gossip going on here, and he didn't urge the queue to move forward. The whole person seemed to get into his own mobile phone screen.

In daily life, this is not unusual at all. Now everyone is like this. Everyone is focused on their mobile phones. Any public place that looks at large movies is a bow-head.

It's just that, in the eyes of gossips, and an unmoved bow-headed party, the picture is a little strange.

So, what is he looking at?

Is there something big happening on the social network?

Then, out of the corner of his eye, he caught the director's movements, and Wei Dongmang looked back again.

Lu Qian raised his jaw slightly, as if he had discovered something interesting, and the expression between his brows became lighter, showing a look of sudden realization.

"So, you use this method to force me to submit?"

What?

What and what?

What did Tao Ran say just now? Why can't Lu Qian's answer connect with Tao Ran's words?

Not to mention Wei Dongmang, even Tao Ran was confused, "Director, what are you talking about?"

Lu Qian raised his jaw and pointed in one direction, "I'm talking about that paparazzi, don't think you're wearing a vest, I don't know you."

Paparazzi?

What paparazzi?

Tao Ran panicked, her voice trembling slightly, "Director, what are you talking about? I don't understand."

At this time, Tao Ran was completely panicked, neither attacking nor defending, a word of hasty response could feel his retreating steadily.

Wei Dongmang followed Lu Qian's gesture and looked over. Did the director mean the girl who was filming secretly under the armpit? She is a paparazzi?

Lu Qian was not in a hurry, nor did he stand up in a hurry to expose the paparazzi.

"You followed me to the coffee shop, apologized to me in public and under the eyes of everyone, and then informed the paparazzi to come and take a sneak shot, so that you can create stories according to your ideas, and the paparazzi can also get exclusive, win-win. "

"If I accept the apology, whether you are given an audition or not, whether you are given the role or not, you have already stood on the moral high ground at the level of public opinion."

"If I refuse to apologize, then... I am the devil."

Having said that, Lu Qian even shrugged slightly, with a relaxed face, as if he was discussing how good the weather is today.

"So, the apology is a trap, and the follow-up is the point. The point has never been my reaction."

"How? Is my analysis correct?"

It turned out that it was not the agent but the paparazzi who was hiding behind the scenes.

The manager's words at least show that the apology has some sincerity. Once there is a problem, the manager can always come out to make things right, but now the answer is finally revealed:

Why the agent never shows up.

Everything is a trap.

After finishing speaking, Lu Qian even picked up the hot cocoa and took a sip slowly.

Tao Ran, her body just froze~www.wuxiaspot.com~ No! "

not like this.

Tao Ran tried to deny, tried to stop, but her voice got stuck in her throat, and before her brain had time to turn, things got out of control in a gust of wind and rain.

Hoo hoo!

The wind is coming.

Reflexively, Wei Dongmang turned his head to look around again, looking for the paparazzi, but before he could find it, someone rushed out beside him.

It's Ling Xiao!

Actions are faster than words.

"you!"

Ling Xiao shouted angrily, and rushed forward with big strides, rushing towards the takeaway line like a hungry tiger preying on food.

Immediately afterwards, Wei Dongmang watched as Ling Xiao grabbed the shoulder of the bow-headed guy in the plaid shirt, without even giving him a chance to defend himself, he threw him over the shoulder without hesitation, and knocked him down directly.

Huh!

The audience gasped.

"Are you crazy?"

"I'm not!"

"What's wrong with you?"

Plaid Shirt and Ling Xiao fight and get entangled.

The scene was once chaotic.

Wei Dongmang was surprised, it was him! But... is it really him?

Before he could continue to hesitate, Ling Xiao had already gained the upper hand, using his knee to press down on the plaid shirt's neck, and in the midst of the chaos, he tore the man's backpack directly.

There was a lot of noise.

The hidden camera just fell out.

turn out to be!

It really is him!

Plaid shirts are really paparazzi!

stunned!

The whole cafe was stunned.

How can it be?

conspiracy!

It turns out that all of this is a conspiracy, not an overt conspiracy, but a step-by-step, interlocking conspiracy, ready to put Lu Qian to death!

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