Disaster Artist

The Disaster Artist

In the afternoon, it is sunny, accompanied by a breeze, suitable for dazed, walking, and sunbathing.

The winter in Lanchuan is not cold, but rather has a cozy and lazy atmosphere. Between autumn and summer, the air is filled with a dry and comfortable atmosphere, and you can't feel the heat at all when you are bathed in the sun.

Sitting quietly indoors, looking at the sunshine outside the window, I couldn't help but want to take a walk, open my arms and feel the breeze blowing under my arms.

So Lu Qian did just that.

Instead of taking the car, he put on his baseball cap and left the house.

Shake slowly all the way, travel to the destination by bus, and then continue to measure different corners of the city with your feet.

I haven’t returned to this ordinary residential area near the university for a while. Many familiar businesses have changed their appearance, but I accidentally saw that the breakfast shop that has been like a day for ten years and the dilapidated convenience store are all the same as in my memory. The mood seems to return to that time—

Light and simple.

In the distance, there was some commotion in front of us. Following the sound, we could see three young men with cannon cameras besieging a middle-aged woman. The camera was not aimed at the lady, but The twittering questions surrounded the lady endlessly.

The lady was in a bit of embarrassment. Although she tried to get rid of it, the young man was always able to block her way. Her politeness and tolerance did not bring enough deterrence, and she was still stuck in the same place after going around.

"Do you think it's a sympathy vote?"

"Do you think it's fair to other people?"

"Do you think the nomination is fair?"

"Are you going to the awards ceremony?"

"Is the so-called autism an excuse?"

…Aggressive questions, each sharper than the other, full of pre-set prejudices and discrimination, on the surface it seems to be asking questions, but in fact there is no room for answering, the attitude has long been preset-

No matter what the answer is, it will be distorted, distorted, discredited and attacked.

Obviously, the lady was also aware of this, so she kept her mouth tightly shut all the time, refusing to step into the trap, and blocked the follow-up possibility with silence; but silence could not make the bloodthirsty hyena in front of her give up hunting.

Unless you see blood—

It's either a lady's or theirs.

"Is your silence a kind of protest?"

"Are you expressing dissatisfaction with silence?"

"Or is it a guilty conscience?"

See, hyenas always have a way to get their way, just keeping silent and avoiding is not enough, backing down will only make them aggressive and aggressive.

Then, Lu Qian trotted forward and chased after him with light steps. Instead of saying hello, he patted the shoulders of the two young people on the left and right.

"who!"

The two young men were frightened and turned their heads suddenly, yelling one after the other, subconsciously, the camera lens aimed at them.

Like a muzzle.

To be precise, the camera is their weapon, at least for the paparazzi; but for the reporter, the pen is their weapon. Perhaps this difference is the essential difference between the two.

Click!

It can be said to be self-defense, or it can be said to be an attack. When the shutter sounded, even though the situation had not been figured out, the paparazzi had already made moves, and then the swearing had already burst out.

"What the **** are you doing meowing! Don't you see that I'm working? Get lost!"

Followed by a series of swearing, frothing, it can be seen that he should be really frightened, because the fear and panic just blurted out.

However, Lu Qian, who was bathed in the flashlight, looked very calm and calm. He raised his right hand and turned the camera lens to the side, and greeted him with a smile.

"good afternoon!"

Paparazzi: ...

The air is a little quiet.

"When I went out, I was still wondering, where did you all go? The door was really deserted, and I didn't quite get used to it, so you came here."

"Are you sure you're not picky? It's not good, it's not good. If you find another way, you still need to abide by professional ethics. You can't play so dirty."

Smiling, with ridicule and jokes, like a joke between friends, but the three young paparazzi in front of them looked at Lu Qian blankly, one or two were frozen into ice, and they couldn't make a sound at all. Just staring at Lu Qian stupidly like an ice sculpture.

The corner of Lu Qian's mouth slightly raised, and he continued.

"Are you going to interview about Hanzhou? It just so happens that I know Hanzhou well. If you are curious, you can ask me. I will answer all kinds of questions."

The smile, like a dragonfly, rests on the corner of the mouth, the light in the eyes is so deep and so bright, it firmly locks on the faces of the three young people in front of them, and looks at their facial features carefully, like this, it seems that they are ready to remember They looked average, and then asked softly.

"By the way, what's your name, please leave me a business card."

next second—

A paparazzi turned around and ran away, his running posture was comparable to the final of a 100-meter race, and he sprinted with all his strength with the mentality of breaking the world record.

Immediately afterwards, the other two paparazzi also turned around and fled. They were about to fall because their knees were weak, but they couldn't care less. They regained their center of gravity with their hands and feet, and ran out staggeringly, as if there was a devil chasing after them. In general, if you slow down a little, you may die.

"ah!"

It wasn't until after running for a certain distance~www.wuxiaspot.com~ that the fear in his chest screamed out, stern and tragic, across the sky in a mighty way, and finally disappeared at the corner of the street.

Lu Qian stood where he was, with an innocent face, as if he couldn't understand it at all, then looked away, looking at Zhuo Yuying in front of him, with an innocent face.

"Aunt Zhuo, they are so rude, why did they leave without saying hello?"

Zhuo Yuying, who had just been besieged by paparazzi, had some sweat dripping from her forehead, a little embarrassed, but seeing Lu Qian's appearance, she couldn't help laughing, "You, you..." I wanted to say something, but in the end I didn't say anything , just shook his head slightly, a little helpless.

After the nomination list for the Golden Book Awards came out, Blue Whale Films and Lu Qian undoubtedly became the biggest highlights. Even though people are used to the overall rise of Blue Whale Films, they are still overwhelmed by such a magnificent and powerful performance. The amazement is endless, triggering a new frenzy of heated discussions.

Everyone is eager to get close to Lu Qian, to see the mood and posture of this influential man up close, but here lies the problem—

No one dares to approach.

As a result, the paparazzi scattered, some surrounded Lion Films, some chased Damen Films, some followed Ji Xu or Xiu Zhongjun, and so on; among the crew members, Lin Hanzhou was the one who sparked the most discussions.

With the two works of "Starfall City" and "Raid 2", Lin Hanzhou also wrote history, not only becoming the only double-nominated candidate for this year's Golden Book Award, but also the first Golden Book Award in history. The Best Film Editing category wins a double-nominated alternate, leaving a mark of its own.

Along with surprise and admiration, doubts and provocations followed. Obviously, the paparazzi were like hyenas, ready to tear some flesh and blood off Lin Hanzhou, concocted explosive points and gimmicks, and even began to surround Zhuo Yuying.