Disaster Artist

As a director, observing life and characters is a basic skill, but also an essential skill.

At this moment, Lu Qian was observing the change in Qi Yunguang's expression.

Qi Yunguang was slightly hesitant, not because of fear or panic, but because he was weighing the gains and losses.

On the one hand, he wanted to scold Lu Qian, which was extremely absurd. How could Liuguang Pictures be afraid of a nobody like Lu Qian? It's not their first day in the entertainment industry. If everyone's threats are useful, then they don't mess around.

On the other hand, he is worried about future troubles. Although the public relations resources of Liuguang Pictures can handle all problems, and the legal counsel is always ready, Lu Qian is barefoot and is not afraid of wearing shoes. .

Qi Yunguang was measuring.

Although Qi Yunguang didn't show his cowardice, Lu Qian knew that he had grasped a key after a little hesitation—

In the entertainment industry, even ants can kill an elephant.

Especially things like scandals, I am afraid that it will also annoy the streamer film industry. However, Lu Qian is weak, and he needs to add some chips.

In fact, Lu Qian was able to speculate on the subsequent development.

Even if Lu Qian was refrigerated, it was impossible for Liuguang Pictures to do nothing. In order to maintain the company’s image, they still had to clarify Tan Xiao’s rumors, minimize the negative impact as much as possible, and avoid escalating matters and affecting the rest of the company. artists.

However, if Lu Qian can "convince" Qi Yunguang, instead of spending energy on dealing with these trivial rumors, it is better to terminate the contract neatly, and Liuguang Pictures can get out as neatly and directly as a gecko with a broken tail, and things will be much simpler.

Anyway, in the hands of Liuguang Films, there is one more Lu Qian and one less Lu Qian, and there is no difference at all.

Lu Qian, did not attack in a hurry.

Instead, calm down a little, slow down the pace, and let the bullet fly in the air for a while.

Out of the corner of his eyes, he quietly looked at the furnishings of Qi Yunguang's office, then leaned back slightly, his shoulder muscles relaxed, and his brows showed a deliberate composure.

"Manager Qi, about your...does Madam know?"

"Absurd!"

Qi Yunguang's scolding also made Lu Qian confirm the memory in his mind—

This is a bold guess.

In the memory of the original owner, he once saw Qi Yunguang and another woman at the Plaza Hotel. He was thinking about whether to pay to say hello, but he missed the opportunity.

The Plaza Hotel is Lanchuan's most famous "spot for cheating". Because the hotel has three different exits, it is very difficult for paparazzi or private detectives to monitor them comprehensively.

"So, what about the Plaza Hotel?"

Sure enough!

Lu Qian noticed that Qi Yunguang's expression paused slightly.

There is!

Then, Lu Qian made persistent efforts.

"And what about Cebu Island?"

Qi Yunguang turned pale in shock, his expression could hardly hide his shock. This was also his first gaffe since we met today.

Lu Qian noticed a photo of the island on the bookshelf in the office, but what he pondered was that it was not a portrait photo, but a landscape photo, a big heart on the beach, and then wrote the time, date and Cebu Island with a carbon pen. —

To be honest, such a photo really doesn't match the image of a middle-aged man, especially a man with a bookish style like Qi Yunguang, which is far from the same.

Those secrets in the office are complicated to say, but they are not that complicated.

Lu Qian could see through Qi Yunguang's panic at a glance, and he became more and more calm, completely controlling the situation.

Then, the body leaned forward slightly, the smile on the corner of his mouth rose slightly, and the eyes of the devil flashed with the light of the devil, like a devil who offered a soul deal.

"Manager Qi, I'm a little surprised. You like Wei Jiaying's type."

This time, Qi Yunguang's complexion really changed. The violently vibrating pupils almost collapsed, and he couldn't make any sound. But in front of Lu Qian, the remaining rationality still controlled his emotions, and there was no on-site collapse.

Unfortunately, the sweat that seeped from his forehead still leaked the secret.

"Liuguang Pictures doesn't need you, a corrupt artist. Starting today, the company officially terminates the contract with you."

Even though he was in a state of embarrassment, Qi Yunguang still insisted on his bottom line:

It was Liuguang Films that fired Lu Qian, rather than complying with Lu Qian's request.

Lu Qian shrugged his shoulders lightly, showing a nonchalant smile: The argument is not important, the result is.

"Manager Qi, our legal department is still on the seventeenth floor, right?"

"what do you want to do?"

Qi Yun was like a frightened bird, all the hairs on his body stood up, and he looked like he was about to urinate.

Lu Qian's eyes were extraordinarily gentle, and his smile was always on the corner of his mouth.

"Don't worry, I just want to confirm that our contract is officially terminated. It doesn't have anything to do with it anymore. You don't want to have anything to do with me anymore, right?"

Qi Yunguang: ...he's meowing.

"Yes, the seventeenth floor. I will call now to explain the situation."

"Then thank Manager Qi, today's meeting was very pleasant."

After speaking, Lu Qian stood up directly, turned and left gracefully.

At the door of Qi Yunguang's office, sat his secretary, a middle-aged woman in her forties, slightly fat, freckled, and her hair was dry and dull. At first glance, she did not look like the type that Qi Yunguang liked.

However, in the workshop diagonally opposite to his office, there was an ordinary female office worker, who seemed to have nothing to do with Qi Yunguang's daily work. The only unusual thing was her appearance.

About twenty years old, with smooth black hair, fair skin, and graceful lines, the buttons of a white shirt were so tight that they could no longer be restrained.

Lu Qian walked past her and glanced at the nameplate above the work compartment:

Wei Jiaying.

Then her eyes fell on a single photo of an island vacation on her desk, which also wrote the date and the words of Cebu Island, and praised politely.

"This photo is so beautiful."

Wei Jiaying didn't know why, but she still raised her head and showed a sweet smile.

"Thank you, I took it when I was on vacation in Cebu Island."

Lu Qian raised his chin slightly and said, "That's it." There was a smile in his eyes, and he didn't say anything. He walked straight ahead and went to the legal department on the seventeenth floor to deal with everything, leaving Wei Jiaying sitting by herself. Confused at the workstation.

Waiting for the footsteps to leave the back door of the Liuguang Film Building, and bathing in the sun again, everything is light, and all the hustle and bustle of bad things are left behind, the thoughts in my mind can't wait to start surging, ready to invest in the director work.

This is what he does best.

but…

Wait, how should he go back?

Lanchuan?

This is the name of the city, but it cannot match any metropolis in the world in memory, so, where is he in the city now? What about the taxi just now? Where did he come here from? Where is his home?

If you tell someone that he doesn't remember the address of his home, what are the chances of being treated as an early Parkinson's patient?

"Aqian!"

A call came from a distance.

"Aqian, get on the bus, it's too late, get on the bus."