Four Hundred and Seventy-Two-Collective Loss of Voice

The sun slowly climbed up again, and the Big Apple City also came alive in the morning light. Just after seven o'clock, Wayne yawned and opened the door to the suite bedroom.

As usual, Nina was transferring the breakfast from the dining car to the dining table, and Sergey was squatting by the window, wiping the pistol that was always hidden under his arm.

"How do you feel physically? Are you still feeling uncomfortable?"

The assistant waited for him to sit at the dining table. While sorting things on the table, she poked her head and looked in the direction of the bedroom. "Where's Nami? Doesn't she have breakfast?"

"It's not good. I still feel weak. Well, I'm trying to adapt to breathing through my mouth. My nose feels completely blocked."

Shrugging his shoulders, Wayne's speaking voice was mixed with a particularly thick nasal sound, which was obviously affected by the stuffy nose. "I didn't call Nami. Let her sleep a little longer. There has been no drama with him these two days. In a few days, she won't have the chance to rest leisurely like this."

He reached out to take the plate handed over by the assistant, and skillfully spread jam on the barley bread. His eyes involuntarily drifted to the pile of newspapers on the table.

"Boss, I hope you won't be scared."

Nina on the opposite side noticed his actions and joked pointedly: "This is only a part of the authoritative newspapers in North America, but other newspapers have similar content. These are very representative."

"uh-huh."

After taking a big bite of bread, Wayne's attitude was quite casual and he hummed twice. "It doesn't matter. I've seen what the media is all about. I can report it however they want."

As he spoke, he held up the bread in one hand, ate it slowly and slowly, and picked up the top newspaper with one hand. This was a picture of today's "Washington Post". Wayne didn't want to read the current affairs news in front of it, so he turned it over and looked at the reports in the entertainment section.

"The North American summer season has come to an end, and Warner Bros. has become the biggest winner this year. The box office of its major productions far exceeds those of its competitors in the same period, especially "The Matrix," an R-rated science fiction film that kicked off this year's summer season. , when no one was optimistic about it, it became an unexpected dark horse at the box office, earning more than 170 million U.S. dollars in box office in North America alone..."

Whenever the end of the year is approaching, the media will always make a summary of the films released this year. This has almost become a routine. Wayne did not continue to look back. In the various data listed in the press release, he was better than anyone else. clear.

With doubts, his eyes moved down again, and finally saw news reports about "The Dark Knight".

"Yesterday afternoon, the DC superhero masterpiece that countless fans have been waiting for, the second Batman part "The Dark Knight", has officially started filming in New York. The crew held a media meeting on the set, and director Wayne Greenberg answered There are many problems, he said, this much-anticipated movie will meet the majority of movie fans no later than the end of June next year..."

"Huh?!"

After swallowing all the bread in a few mouthfuls, Wayne threw the "Washington Post" aside, frowned slightly, and picked up a newspaper again. This was the most famous "New York Times" in New York.

Similar to the "Washington Post", it did mention the "Dark Knight" crew, but the press release mentioned only those things he mentioned in the press conference, and there was no other news.

This is obviously not normal. The entertainment media are a bunch of shit. No one knows better than him. Even if there is no news, these reporters will deliberately over-interpret the answers of the interviewees and constantly find ways to create controversy and cause explosive points. .

Several newspapers were similar. No authoritative media that could be named mentioned what happened at noon yesterday. It was as if everyone had collectively forgotten it. If he hadn't experienced it personally, Wayne would have felt like he was hallucinating.

"Sergey!" He threw down all the newspapers in confusion, and turned to look at the Russian bear who was devouring it.

Sergey stopped what he was doing and looked at his boss amusedly. "yes?"

While answering, he also looked at Nina who was sitting across the dining table. Both of them had obvious smiles on their faces, as if they had known that this kind of scene would happen.

"What about other entertainment newspapers?"

Faced with Wayne's question, Sergey raised his eyebrows and said directly: "Boss, don't read it. Nina and I screened it this morning. No media reported what happened at noon yesterday. Isn't this what you said? Want to see it?”

"Boss, you created a miracle!" Nina put down the sandwich in her hand, put away all expressions on her face, looked at the man across the table seriously, clapped her hands gently, and said: "A man destined to be buried in the history of media of miracles.”

The whole thing was indeed quite strange. All the crew members were discussing this matter from the time they set off from the hotel in the morning to the set of the **** Bank Building. As a member of the circle, they wanted to get rid of it, but they couldn't find a reasonable explanation for the whole thing.

Everyone is aware of the ethics of entertainment media. The quality of these reporters varies, but what is certain is that most of them are doing it for the sake of newspaper sales and there is no bottom line at all.

Let’s just talk about the paparazzi who have been squatting at the entrance of the Greenberg Manor for a long time. They are essentially members of the entertainment reporters. However, in order to promote Wayne’s gossip, these people will take turns and regularly go through the trash cans outside the manor every day.

The same thing happens almost all the time. The Tom Cruise family, not far from the Greenberg Manor, received even more exaggerated treatment than the Wayne family.

"Nicholas? What are you doing? Do you want me to teach you how to act? Focus your damn attention. If you make such a stupid mistake again, I will make you apologize to all the employees in the team during lunch time! "

From the first scene in the morning, Wayne's calm and cold voice kept ringing on the set. As long as they are senior members of the core creative team, they all know his work habits, and there are almost no scenes of loud roaring and anger. But with such calm words and cold words, coupled with that ice cube face, everyone feels... , I would rather face a director who will explode from time to time.

The thing is actually very simple. In a conversation where a clown kills a school bus driver and then takes off his mask to talk to a bank employee, there are three consecutive line errors. This kind of low-level mistake is completely a sign of lack of concentration.

Perhaps it was the smooth progress of the filming yesterday afternoon that gave everyone the wrong impression. Wayne obviously didn't care about Nicolas Cage's feelings. He just threw down the microphone in his hand and stood up from the director's chair with an expressionless expression. Get up and arrive in front of the other party in a few steps.

"I just saw you smiling on the camera?"

Starting this morning, the atmosphere on the set was a little fickle, with Wayne simply treating Nicolas Cage like a chicken. "Listen, was it not clear enough in the script I gave you? Or do you think you can improvise in such a simple shot? Haha, big star?"

Under the gaze of countless people on the set, Nicolas Cage's face, even with the thick clown makeup, slowly turned red at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Taking two deep breaths of effort, he put Wayne's sarcasm with a serious nasal tone out of his mind and said, "It's my fault. I can't help but be distracted when I think about the news in the media today! Give it to me. Five minutes, I’ll adjust.”

"ok."

Wayne nodded, turned and walked towards the director's seat, and shouted loudly: "Reset all departments, take a ten-minute break."

It's working time now, and he doesn't want to affect the normal work of the crew due to off-site factors. Truck driver James Cameron has spoken out to the media countless times, unceremoniously saying that every time he starts filming a new movie, what he hates most is being affected by various media reports.

Other directors have more or less similar ideas, and Wayne is no exception. But normally speaking, a large-scale production with an investment of hundreds of millions is naturally the focus of media reporters' cameras. The production company or investors also need to start promoting the film as early as possible so that more movie fans can enter the theater.

A medium- to large-scale production crew usually consists of at least a hundred different staff members, especially a temporary crew. Almost everyone has their own ideas. Therefore, you can often see scenes of cliques and constant conflicts among Hollywood crews. Any slight disturbance is likely to affect the filming progress.

The crew composed of Wayne's core team can actually be regarded as an outlier in Hollywood. Although there are occasional frictions between each other due to work or personality, most of the time, these people can distinguish the important from the important. Everything is focused on work, and the atmosphere displayed is naturally much more harmonious.

Another point is the control that comes with absolute power. After he hit Nicolas Cage a few times, everyone put aside their random thoughts, and the filming work gradually began to get on track.

Although Wayne has always maintained an ice face on the surface, the amazing filming progress still makes him very satisfied. The tacit cooperation of the crew behind the scenes, coupled with Nicolas Cage's good condition, allowed the crew to complete all the exterior shots in the bank building more than a day ahead of schedule, allowing them to move to the suburbs in advance to shoot the explosion scenes.

Just as Wayne was leading the crew of "The Dark Knight" to get the filming work on track, Warner Bros. CEO Jeff Robinoff unexpectedly appeared at the group building in New York.

"This is a huge opportunity!"

Sitting in the rest area of ​​the CEO office in Times Tower, Jeff Robinov held a thick cigar in his hand and looked seriously at his old boss opposite. "For the sake of a little boy's childhood, all the media in North America were collectively silenced. All channels did not mention the robbery at all! This is a miracle, and we cannot let it go!"

"Don't worry, Jeff."

Sitting across from him was former Warner Bros. CEO and current Time Warner helmsman Kevin Tetsuhara. "Three days is a tacit understanding period for all media, and Time Magazine has made all preparations."