The whole Internet is black, I was chased and killed by my ex

Wu Zai walked back and forth anxiously in the room. He walked to the window from time to time, opened the curtain and looked out.

The reporters gathered downstairs held their cameras and pointed towards Yang Yan's apartment in the same direction. The black holes in the cameras made people shudder.

Wu Zai glanced at the camera forest, and closed the curtains with numbness.

He looked down at the time with an anxious expression on his face.

"With so many reporters staring at him, how will we get out later?"

Wu Zai complained.

The nanny car was like a small boat strayed into the flood in the tide of reporters, with four wheels surrounded by two legs and it was difficult to move an inch.

Wu Zai has no doubt that these reporters can do outrageous things for the news. Their thirst for first-hand information can completely eliminate the fear of giant machines inherent in human genes.In order to successfully stop Yang Yan, they even shamelessly lay down in front of the nanny's car.

Wu Zai walked around again, and the PR team finally sent a message.

Wu Zai opened it as if relieved.

The public relations department has reached an agreement with Xie Xuanming, and his studio issued a clarification on Weibo 10 minutes ago, stating that the shady news about the best actor nomination is false, and Yang Yan is a worthy contender.But the comments below the clarification are still not good-looking. The people watching the excitement are obviously more willing to believe in darker viewpoints. They accused the studio of taking money to do things under the statement, disregarding Xie Xuanming's own interests, and collaborating with Yang Yanfang.

There is no news from Wang Shusheng's side. It is rumored that Director Wang is currently shooting a film in retreat and will not contact the outside world in the near future.But in fact Wang Daoping doesn't see the beginning and the end of the dragon in Japan, and he doesn't like to contact the entertainment industry.It is too whimsical for a semi-reclusive old man in the entertainment industry to come out and clarify to the young actor who worked with him six or seven years ago.

But Wu Zai didn't place much hope on this old gentleman, he was waiting for the public relations department to get in touch with Mr. Fu Yueyu who spread rumors.I hope that through communication, he can come forward to clarify the false news.

Regarding Wu Zai's idea, Yang Yan sneered after hearing this.

"Rather than hoping to negotiate peace with him, it is better to draft a lawyer's letter suing rumors."

Yang Yan said coldly.

Yang Yan's too bad attitude caused Wu Zai a little doubt. He knew the character of his artist, and knew that although Yang Yan was usually sarcastic, he would not have the kind of character that would easily conflict with others.

What kind of conflict could cause the relationship between him and Fu Yueyu to be so bad, one directly spreading rumors all over the Internet, while the other turned black when he mentioned the other party's name.

Wu Zai swallowed his doubts.

Now is obviously not the time to be curious. Whether it is sending a lawyer's letter or negotiating peace, the most important thing is to contact Fu Yueyu first.

The phone rang, and Wu Zai hurriedly lowered his head to confirm.

It's not the PR team, it's the phone number of the contact person from ILS Magazine.

He jumped out of his right eye, feeling some bad premonition in his heart.

Wu Zai answered the phone.

"Hello... yes, I am Yang Yan's manager..."

"What?!" Wu Zai suddenly changed his face, and he said sharply, "The filming was confirmed last month, and the contract was signed, how can you just cancel it!"

"..."

"What does it mean to compensate for the loss?" Wu Zai was sullen, "Is this a question of compensation? This is a question of your breach of the agreement! My artist has so many schedules, and I have turned down other jobs to spare time for you to shoot... This loss is Can you pay compensation lightly?"

"Mr. Wu." The person on the other end of the phone responded politely and indifferently, "I'm sorry for hurting the interests of your artist, but the reason for canceling the shooting is in the final analysis the black material that broke out today. Your artist's image has been damaged, and you will no longer It meets our criteria for shooting candidates. Our termination of the contract is only to stop the loss in time. In a way, ILS is also the victim...Of course, we will try our best to make up for your loss. As for the itinerary you mentioned It takes a lot of time to coordinate..."

The man paused, and his tone showed some sarcasm: "I don't think you and your artists will face this problem again in a short time."

"boom!"

Wu Zai hung up the phone, slammed the phone onto the sofa, gritted his teeth and cursed.

Yang Yan, who was sitting on the side, glanced at him, and said calmly: "The sofa won't break, you have to throw it on the ground."

Wu Zai didn't answer, his chest heaved twice, he managed to calm down, and said in a low voice.

"The afternoon shoot has been cancelled."

Yang Yan raised his eyebrows, and said calmly: "Understood, it's good, it just happens that it's troublesome to go out in this situation."

Wu Zai tried his best to calm down, the one who lost resources was Yang Yan, and the one who was most qualified to be angry and sad should be Yang Yan.But now that Yang Yan was unexpectedly calm, as a manager, he naturally couldn't bring negative emotions to the artist.

Wu Zai took two deep breaths, adjusted his breath, and asked, "Have you contacted Director Lin? What's his plan for this matter."

When the incident happened, Wu Zai originally thought of asking Lin Siji for help.But after he thought about it, he had no friendship with Lin Siji, so he naturally had no obligation to help, so it would be embarrassing to go forward.

But Wu Zai somehow felt that Yang Yan seemed to be quite familiar with Lin Siji. Although he had declared that he and Director Lin were just "unfamiliar alumni", from Wu Zai's observation, there seemed to be a strange sense of fit between the two .

Judging from the fact that the repulsive aura of "Don't disturb strangers" that comes with his own artist rarely takes effect in front of Lin Siji, the two of them should have at least had a good relationship.

With this kind of cognition, Wu Zai reasonably guessed that Yang Yan might have told Lin Siji about the emails and trending searches a long time ago, so he didn't need his agent to contact him.

To his surprise, Yang Yan paused for two seconds when he heard his question, and then shook his head with a strange expression.

"No." Yang Yan quickly denied, and then added, "Why should I contact him."

This question stumped Wu Zai. After thinking about it, he tried to explain: "I just... think you have a good relationship."

"No." Yang Yan denied it faster than the previous question.He sneered slightly, "Why do you think we have a good relationship, we didn't even add WeChat, we don't know each other at all."

"Oh." Wu Zai nana.

He inexplicably felt that there was some emotion in Yang Yan's tone, but he couldn't understand the reason for the existence of this emotion.

"If you are not familiar, you are not familiar, why are you angry..."

Wu Zai muttered.

He said this in a loud voice, and there were no other voices in the room.Yang Yan heard it, but pretended not to listen.

The two stopped talking, and the low air pressure enveloped the room.

The ringtone of the incoming call broke the silence, and Yang Yan's cell phone rang.

He picked up his phone and looked at it, it was an unfamiliar number.

Most of them are reporters who don't know how to find them.

Yang Yan hung up without thinking.

After two seconds, the phone rang again.

Yang Yan hung up again.

Another two seconds.

Yang Yan frowned and looked at the screen, the number of the three calls was the same.

Wu Zai also noticed the movement here, and suggested: "Why don't you pick it up, maybe it's... your alumni."

Yang Yan's eyelids twitched.

He wanted to veto Wu Zai's statement, but he had to admit that in his understanding of Fu Yueyu, that person would indeed prefer to contact him directly instead of honestly contacting with public relations...

Out of the evil taste of appreciating the embarrassment of the loser.

The phone vibrated unrelentingly. Under Wu Zai's nervous gaze, Yang Yan flicked the screen with his finger and answered the phone.

"Hello, who is it?" He said coldly.

-

Lin Siji hadn't been so unlucky for a long time.

First, I contracted a cold inexplicably on the set, and drank the medicine for three or four days, but it didn’t improve. Then I went to the hospital to see a doctor. I left my mobile phone in the car. When I found out, I was already infusion, and it was inconvenient to go back to the car with three medicine bottles hanging on my hand. Take it away, during the four or five hours of infusion, you can only sit with your arms folded, and the most meaningful thing you can do is to sleep on a chair.

Lin Siji leaned his head on the back of the chair in the infusion room. He looked sideways at the clock on the wall, and the pointer that was about to reach one o'clock made him sigh.

After returning to the urban area, Lin Siji did not go straight to the hospital.

He took his assistant to deal with some affairs first, and then went to see a doctor.

After finishing the outpatient clinic, when the water was hung up, the time was already close to zero.

Lin Siji said to the assistant: "Leave the car keys to me, you can go back and rest."

The assistant asked, "Can I book a hotel for you?"

Before filming "Double Sided Life", Lin Siji was abroad for a long time.Although I had the idea of ​​settling down when I came back this time, I didn't buy a house in time, so I could only stay in a hotel temporarily when I returned to the urban area.

Lin Siji said: "No, I'll just find a convenient hotel to rest after the infusion."

The assistant is gone.

Lin Siji watched his back disappear around the corner, and suddenly realized that the phone was not on him, and it was probably dropped when he got off the car.

He wanted to call his assistant to come back and help him get the phone. After touching his pocket for a long time, his movements slowly stopped, and he found it funny that he had acted stupidly just now...

Lin Siji couldn't help but laugh, feeling that he was really burnt out.

Without a mobile phone, Lin Siji leaned back in the chair, found a comfortable position, and began to make today's bedtime summary in his mind.

He developed the habit of summarizing when he was young. Every night before going to bed, he would recall what he had done today and make plans for the next day.

Lin Siji went through what happened today in his mind, roughly listed the things that need to be done tomorrow, and then closed his eyes in peace.

After closing his eyes for 10 minutes, Lin Siji still didn't feel sleepy.

Physical discomfort prevented him from falling asleep peacefully, Lin Siji tried hard to calm his mind, and finally fell asleep at about a quarter past one.

The illness disrupted Lin Siji's daily routine.It not only made it difficult for Lin Siji to fall asleep at night, but also made his biological clock in the morning lose its effect.

When Lin Siji woke up, the glaring sunlight shone from the opposite window, forcing him to squint his eyes.

It took him a while to get used to the light, and when he turned to look at the clock on the wall, he was surprised to find that it was already noon.

The nurse kindly helped Lin Siji change the medicine bottle while he was asleep, but she didn't help him pull out the needle after hanging the last bottle.

The needle was still stuck on the back of the hand, and it took too long to pierce it, resulting in conspicuous bruises on the back of the hand.

Lin Siji collected his thoughts, stood up with the support of the pole, rubbed his sore neck from not moving for a long time, and went to the nurse to pull out the needle.

Sleeping on a chair obviously violates the structure of the human body. Lin Siji's headache subsided after a night of fluid infusion, but instead all the joints in his body became sore and numb.

He endured the pain and walked to the parking lot, thinking to himself that this might be included in the top three of his "24 most unlucky hours in life".

Lin Siji had a good attitude, but he obviously ignored a certain unspeakable metaphysical theorem of human society - when a person starts to be unlucky, he will continue to be unlucky.

Lin Siji stood in front of the car, and pressed the car key unlock button for the fourth time.

The silence of the vehicle taught him the laws of luck.

The car key is dead.

Lin Siji and his mobile phone, the comfortable big bed in the hotel, and the familiar social network...are separated by a thin car door.

Lin Siji and the vehicle confronted each other silently, and were finally defeated.

He rubbed his temples with a headache, and walked towards a man who was about to get into the car not far away.

Lin Siji stopped the man, and said politely: "Excuse me, can I borrow the phone?"

-

"Hello, who is it?"

When Yang Yan answered the phone, his voice was a little colder than usual.

He was ready to face reporters' frantic inquiries, or to be ridiculed by Fu Yueyu's yin and yang.

But he didn't want to hear a familiar low laugh from the other end of the phone.

"It's so fierce... Is something wrong?" Lin Siji's tired but smiling voice came from the microphone.