Disaster Artist

Fifty-year-old Chu Chengbai is thin and energetic, and his slender body still maintains a good line. However, his T-shirt and jeans are different because of a big red jacket in the style of a riding uniform. Low-key gorgeous, even the slightly gray hair on the temples outlines the unique charm of the years.

Just one stop forward is the natural focus.

Yu Shao was about to come forward to say hello, but Chu Chengbai looked around the room, his eyes fell on Lu Qian, and he said before Yu Shao spoke.

"So, you are the director?"

Lu Qian was a little surprised, he raised his eyebrows slightly, and there was a hint of surprise in his eyes, but before he could ask, Chu Chengbai had already given the answer directly.

"This is the only one who can support that suit at the scene, otherwise, either the stylist is full of nonsense to deceive you into wearing that suit, or the traffic niche is crazy and can't tell where he is. Do you think I Wouldn't you be able to see who your designs would look best on?"

Unremarkable, but sharp-edged, Chu Chengbai's powerful internal strength can be felt in his understatement, and he is indeed a figure who can stand at the top of the pyramid.

"Chu Chengbai designer, hello, I'm Lu Qian."

Looking at Lu Qian who stood up and stretched out his right hand to express his friendliness, Chu Chengbai looked Lu Qian up and down again, this time with a full body scan, and then he nodded lightly.

The right hand that Lu Qian stretched out did not get a response, but he didn't mind, but chuckled lightly, and naturally retracted his right hand.

"How is it, are you satisfied?"

Chu Chengbai tilted his head, "I still have vision." But he didn't know whether it was the vision of a stylist or that of Lu Qian.

Then Chu Chengbai raised his head.

"I just found out about the accident of bumping into the shirt. This is completely our fault. Knowing that this suit has been rented out, it is very tasteless to rent it to another artist."

"What I don't like the most is to use clothes as a tool to attack. Behind the design of each piece of clothing, there is its own story, and when this piece of clothing belongs to everyone, it will produce a story that belongs to everyone. , give the clothes a soul, they are not tools, they all have life."

"I don't know where that traffic niche came from with the confidence to use our brand like this, but I can at least make amends and get things back on track."

In just a few short words, Chu Chengbai showed that there are too many edges and corners in him, proud but not arrogant, confident but not arrogant, seemingly sharp-edged words but can feel the faint warmth hidden in them, the whole resolute style of behavior. Even more decisive.

In fact, shirt-collision accidents are not uncommon in the entertainment industry. There are countless intrigues between agents, brands, and artists. It is not surprising that they are used to it, but obviously Chu Chengbai doesn't like it—

In other words, the jingling of shirts in daily life is irrelevant, but the deliberate creation of situations on the red carpet is intolerable.

No matter what, Chu Chengbai showed his distinct likes and dislikes.

It is conceivable that Chu Chengbai should offend many people, but he is never afraid of offending people.

At first impression, Lu Qian felt that there was a person in front of him.

But Yu Shao still felt the pressure coming from his face, because Chu Chengbai had been issuing orders, and there was no room for them to refute at all. Obviously, Chu Chengbai should be accustomed to the position of controlling life and death in Bohan.

Despite the difficulty, Yu Shao said, "Mr. Chu, thank you very much for your understanding and concern, but we have decided to go on the red carpet in black and white suits."

Chu Chengbai frowned slightly, "What do you mean?"

Yu Shao thought about it for a while, and then explained it briefly, "...Exactly, this can also fit our movie promotion..."

As a result, the words were interrupted by Chu Chengbai, "But this is retreating without a fight."

Yu Shao:  …

He wants to scold foul language, and if faced with the situation of smashing shirts, isn't the only solution to avoid its edge? Either way, it's a retreat without a fight.

But in the face of Bohan's chief designer Chu Chengbai, Yu Shao couldn't say something. Offending Chu Chengbai and Bohan is a trivial matter, but offending half of the fashion circle is a big deal. After all, Lu Qian will be attending the award ceremony and the red carpet dress in the future. It also depends on the support of the fashion circle.

Chu Chengbai ignored Yu Shao's expression, looked at Lu Qian again, and repeated, "This is retreating without a fight."

Lu Qian chuckled, "This can be understood as retreating without a fight, but it can also be understood as saving the country through a curve. In fact, the ultimate goal is to break the opponent's conspiracy."

Chu Chengbai frowned and thought about it.

"I still think this is a retreat without a fight. Fashion is never just a simple matching of clothes. There is a reason why the same set of clothes has different textures on different people. I don't think Zhuangshan is the world. Doomsday, it's just stupid and dirty."

"But the choice is yours. Do you want to stick to your black and white suit plan, or follow my strategy of confronting it head-on?"

Reckless.

But I don't know if this is Chu Chengbai's usual way of doing things, or because he also knows that the time is tight today, and there is not much time until the premiere. How did things get to this point without the greetings?

Lu Qian calmly met Chu Chengbai's gaze, and thought about it seriously.

In a short period of time, the atmosphere in the whole room became tense again, as if the sound of the air was burning, everyone's eyes were focused on Lu Qian, and they couldn't help but hold their breath.

"Okay, then I will trouble Mr. Chu." Lu Qian replied.

Chu Chengbai's frowning brows loosened slightly, and there was a hint of admiration in his eyes, "We need to speed up a little bit, so that some people can taste the taste of kicking the iron plate."

Yu Shao's heart beat fast, he walked quickly to Lu Qian, lowered his voice and called out, "Director..."

Although the words did not come out, the worry between the words is clear-

It's not that Yu Shao doesn't believe in Chu Chengbai, but that he is worried that things are out of control:

I don't know how the situation with Tao Ran's face-to-face collision will develop, and what kind of waves will be made by Chu Chengbai on the spot. , but if they choose black and white dresses, things can be in their hands.

Lu Qian showed a smile at Yu Shao, and gently nodded his head in comfort, "Brother Yu, you should trust the ability of designer Chu, he knows what he is doing, at least better than stylist Zhao Daren, others are eager to design I haven't had a chance to do it myself, and now you should see it as a designer tailor-made for me."

Um?

When you think about it, the whole thing suddenly becomes different.

Chu Chengbai leaned sideways and listened for a moment, and when he heard Lu Qian's answer, although his expression did not change, there was a gleam of contentment in his eyes.

Yu Shao looked at Lu Qian, then looked at Chu Chengbai, and finally looked at Lu Qian's calm eyes, and finally relaxed and let out a long breath.

"Then I'll arrange it right now, and once you show up on the red carpet, the war starts."