Fisher Morgan has never been so embarrassed.

The mad reporter was like a torrential rain, smashing his head and face, punching and kicking up to the ground, not to mention the space to fight back, there is no room for breathing, and there is no way to talk about defense, everything on the body The parts are exposed within the attack range; a stiff Armani suit seems to have just been found out of the trash can. The expensive Italian handmade leather shoes are covered with footprints, and even the toes begin to ache, sticky sweat The shirt and underwear were glued together, and even the watch began to skid on the wrist.

"Get out!" Fisher tried to control the situation, roaring as hard as he could, his lungs began to burn hot, almost bursting. But wave after wave invaded, and his voice hadn't had time to emerge, and it disappeared without a trace, which made him angry.

But the anger was just ignited, and an elbow was swung sideways. He reflexively dodged back, hitting the back of his head on an arm, and then a camera came over irresponsibly and stuck him tightly. His neck made him unable to move. Subconsciously raised his right hand and tried to push, but found it was useless. The sweat was raining, so his right hand wiped his forehead, then touched the hair, combing the hanging hair to the back. But then several hands stretched out at the same time, one left, one right, one front, slapped and bumped irregularly. He just felt like a basketball.

Shame, what a shame.

The hair is messy and looks like a bird's nest. No, even the bird's nest is more tidy. At this moment, Fisher has no image at all, but he finally understands that it is useless to resist. The power of a person is so. Among the boiling crowd, there is nothing but a drop in the bucket. You can only surrender and follow the crowd.

After giving up, it finally became possible to move forward. He slammed on the door panel, but now when he was not considering his own image, he quickly began to slap the door panel, "Chris, Chris, it's me, open the door!" Open the door!"

Chris, who was sitting on the sofa, jumped up reflexively like a frightened bird, but immediately reacted, that is the savior, it is Fisher. So, Chris quickly opened the door, and then saw distorted faces rushing up, and then he was confused by the flashing lights. The last image remaining in his mind is a thousand horses and horses. Come.

After opening a crack in the door to let Fisher in, Chris hurriedly closed the door, but it was not an easy task. With great effort, with the help of Fisher, he finally closed the door. Closed again. The two of them leaned on the door panel, panting for the rest of their lives, very embarrassed.

Turning his head to look at Fisher, Chris was shocked immediately, which embarrassed Fisher. If it were not that Chris could not be contacted, he would not need to go out in person, nor would he suffer such humiliation. These reporters are simply cannibals, all of them crazy. But it was just a piece of negative news from "Xiao Xiao", there is no need to be so excited and never seen the world.

Fisher stood up straight, straightened his chest, and concealed his embarrassment. He said sharply, "Why is the phone turned off?"

Chris was really shocked. After half a second, he was no longer able to react. "The reporter kept calling, kept ringing, kept ringing, and the phone was dead." Chris added, " The same is true for landline phones. I simply unplugged the line."

Fisher's chest was stuffed, no wonder he couldn't get in touch. If it weren’t for this reaction that was far beyond imagination, he wouldn’t need to tell Chris face-to-face, "Then what about the computer? Why did you shut down the computer? I tried to contact you via video, and you were never there!"

Chris opened his mouth, but couldn't say anything and couldn't explain it.

Seeing Chris with a look of surprise, Fisher was just fainting. But think about Paramount's horrible anger, think about the global push to fuel the flames, think about the media chase, Fisher swallowed this breath abruptly, now is not the time.

"We have to face the reporter now." Fisher forced himself to calm down, even without taking care of his appearance, and said directly, but Chris didn't even give Fisher the opportunity to continue, so he answered directly. , "Don't!" Fischer gritted his teeth with that categorical, panic-stricken tone.

calm. There are both gains and losses in everything. At first, I gave up Lanly's thorny head and chose an idol like Chris. Isn't the most important reason because Chris is obedient? Calm down, be calm.

Fisher clenched his fists, resisted the urge to slap his hand up, and said every word, "You can hear me clearly. You have no choice. We must go out to face the reporter now." When Chris seemed to be about to speak again, Fisher glared fiercely. The fierce and brutal power made Chris swallow the words that rushed to his mouth abruptly.

"In the face of the reporter's interview, you emphasized that you gained the role by your own strength. I will leave the rest to me." After experiencing the initial panic, Fisher quickly calmed down and thought about it. preventive solution. Before he came to the door, he had conceived all the regulations in his mind.

"Thor" was not originally a work that tested acting skills. The script did play a lot in the audition process, but it was very limited. They should focus on the strength of Chris. He is the person who fits the image of Sol the most! Rather than the script, the focus must not be taken away, and the stand must be firm.

The rest of the situation is actually easy to handle. Natalie Portman, Anthony Hopkins and other key creative personnel have stood up and said that Chris is the most suitable candidate. There is no need to make a direct response to the script events, but to constantly emphasize the role image, show support for Chris, and then create a momentum of public opinion:

The script is second, the image is the first, regardless of whether there is a script, Chris is the best candidate.

After the wind has passed, Chris will respond positively at that time. Those rumors are all false. He has never borrowed or stolen the script. All negative effects will be reduced to a minimum. What really decides the outcome is not the lip service, but the box office of "Thor".

Just like Robert Downey Jr. After successfully turning over with "Iron Man", media reporters have been holding on to his drug and alcohol pigtails, and Robert has been irritated many times. Even halfway through the recording of the show, he walked away, exposing a big-name player. scandal. But what does it matter? After the "Iron Man 2" box office swept across the army, the reporters automatically shut their mouths.

It looks like a desperate situation, but it is still full of life. This is Hollywood, not the court.

Fisher's calmness did not make Chris settle down, "But, what if they ask? They keep holding on to the script? Lanly will say it, he will say it, he will definitely say it. Chris' eyes widened, and he kept repeating it in a divine way. All the memories of the apartment at the time appeared in his mind again, and the panic couldn't be calmed. "He won't let this opportunity go, let alone the reporter. After this news!"

"Chris!" Fisher roared, but the effect was really limited. He slapped Chris directly. The crisp sound and fierce power made Chris not stand firm before he was caught off guard, accidentally. After a short step back, I finally recovered, "Chris, remember, you just need to say that you are gaining the role by your own strength. This is also a fact. Kenneth has given you affirmation, The filmmakers gave it affirmation, and Anthony gave it affirmation too! That's all!"

Fisher once again emphasized, "Leave everything else to me." This time the matter was beyond expectation and could not be handed over to Chris. He must go out in person, stop all sensitive questions, and try his best. The subsequent development of the situation is under control.

Seeing Chris who was in a trance, Fisher took a deep breath to avoid losing control of his temper again, "Chris, follow me and say: I won the role by my own strength."

"I won the role by my own strength." Chris repeated mechanically, and then Fisher repeated the whole process again, over and over again, and Chris' eyes finally recovered a little look~lightnovelpub.net~ Confidence once again stirred in his chest.

Fisher was relieved and patted Chris' arm, "I'll take care of it, and then we will go out. Now, there can be no more delay." After that, Fisher went straight to the bathroom. This state made him feel that he was very cheap, and he needed to regain his confidence, and now he would never tolerate any mistakes.

Fisher and Chris were preparing to deal with reporters; and Lanly had got rid of the reporter's entanglement, Matthew released the handbrake, stepped on the accelerator, and drove away.

"Are you serious?" Lan Li looked at Roy in front of him, with a look of disbelief in his eyes.

Roy tilted his head innocently, the motion was small, but the meaning couldn't be clearer, "I want to say that I saw the news and knew that you will encounter difficulties today, so I made a special trip to rescue you. In this way, you owe me a favor. But I did pass by by chance. I didn't even know you lived here."

There was no complicated reason for Roy's appearance. It was just that he happened to pass by and saw that the reporter was blocking the focus of the news. After accidentally knowing that the interviewee was Renly, he stepped forward to help. That's it, the simple reason.

"If I can, I don't mind coming back a few more times for this kind of help." Lan Li joked lightly, but Nathan, who was sitting in the passenger seat, shook his head in horror, "Come back? Or don't it." , Don’t do this again in the future."

The flustered expression filled the carriage with laughter, and the exhaustion and turbulence just now were left behind.

For Chris, the fierce battle has just begun, but for Lanly, this news event has come to an end, at least before the official premiere of "Speed ​​and Excitement/Love 5".