Four Hundred and Ninety-Seven Emergency Measures

Fisher - Morgan has never been so embarrassed.

The mad reporters were like a gust of wind and rain, smashing over their heads, punching and kicking, not to mention the space to fight back, there was no room to breathe, and defense was out of the question. All parts were exposed; a neat Armani suit looked like it had just been rummaged out of a trash can, expensive Italian handmade leather shoes were covered with footprints, even the toes began to ache, sticky sweat The shirts and panties were glued together, and even the watch began to slide on the wrist.

"Go away!" Fisher tried to control the situation, roaring with all his strength, his lungs burning hot and almost bursting. But wave after wave of sound attacked, and his voice didn't have time to emerge, and it disappeared without a trace, which made him furious.

But the anger had just ignited, and an elbow was waved sideways. He ducked back in a conditioned reflex, and the back of his head hit an arm, and then a camera rushed over regardless and stuck him tightly. his neck, making him unable to move. He subconsciously raised his right hand and tried to push it, but found that it was useless, sweating like rain, his right hand wiped his forehead, and then touched his hair, combing the drooping strands of hair to the back. But then several hands stretched out at the same time, left, right, and forward, slapping and bumping irregularly. He just felt like he was a basketball.

Shame, what a shame.

The hair is messy 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 resistance is useless, the strength of a person is so Among the boiling crowds, it is simply a drop in the bucket. You can only disarm and surrender, and then go with the flow.

After giving up, it was finally possible to move forward. He slammed down on the door, but now was not the time to take care of his own image, so he hurriedly slapped the door, "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 then he reacted, it was the savior, it was Fisher. So, Chris quickly opened the door, and then saw a bunch of twisted faces rushing up, and then he was confused by the continuous flash of light, and the last image left in his mind was that thousands of troops were marching on their hoofs. come.

After opening a crack in the door to let Fisher come in, Chris hurriedly closed the door, but this was not an easy task. closed again. The two of them leaned against the door panel, panting heavily for the rest of their lives, feeling extremely embarrassed.

Turning to look at Fisher, Chris was immediately shocked, which made Fisher a little embarrassed. If it weren't for the inability to contact Chris, he wouldn't need to go out in person, and he wouldn't be so humiliated. These reporters are simply cannibals, and they're all crazy. It's just a negative news for "Xiao Xiao", there is absolutely no need to be so excited and have never seen the world.

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

Chris was really shocked. After being stunned for half a second, he finally came to his senses. "The reporter kept calling, kept ringing, kept ringing, and the phone was out of power." Chris added, " So did the landline, I just unplugged the line."

Fisher's chest was stuffed, no wonder he couldn't get in touch. If it wasn't for the reaction this time was far beyond his imagination, he wouldn't have to ask Chris face to face, "What about the computer? Why did you turn off 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 justify it.

Looking at Chris with a stunned look on his face, Fisher was simply a smoker. But think about Paramount's monstrous fury,

Thinking about Universal's fueling, and thinking about the media's pursuit, Fisher swallowed his breath abruptly. Now is not the time.

"We have to face the reporters now." Fisher forced himself to calm down, and he didn't even care about his grooming, he said directly, but Chris didn't even give Fisher a chance to continue talking, and answered directly. , "Don't!" Fisher's clenched teeth were made in that resolute and fearful tone.

calm. Everything has its pros and cons. At the beginning, I gave up the thorns like Renly 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 raise his hand and slap his face, and said word by word, "Listen to 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 gave him a stern look, and the fierce and brutal force made Chris swallow the words that poured into his mouth.

"When interviewed by reporters, you emphasized that you gained the role based on your own strength. 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 already 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 Chris' strength and he is the best fit for Thor's profile! Rather than the script, the focus must not be taken away, and a firm stand must be taken.

The rest of the situation is actually easy to handle. The main creators such as Natalie Portman and Anthony Hopkins have come forward and said that Chris is the most suitable candidate. There is no need to respond directly to the events of the script, but to constantly emphasize the character image, express support for Chris, and then create a public opinion momentum:

The script is second, the image is the first, whether there is a script or not, Chris is the best candidate.

After the wind has passed, Chris will respond positively at that time. Those rumors are all false, and he has never borrowed or stole the script. All negative effects are reduced to a minimum. What really decides the outcome is not these 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 drinking braids, and Robert has been provoked many times. He even walked away halfway through the recording of the show, revealing that he was playing a big name. scandal. But what does it matter? After "Iron Man 2" swept the box office, those reporters automatically shut their mouths.

Seemingly desperate, but still full of life. This is Hollywood, not a courtroom.

Fisher's calmness didn't make Chris settle down. "But what if they ask? What if they keep holding on to the script? Renly will say it, he will say it, he will definitely say it. !" Chris' eyes widened, and he kept repeating it in a godly manner, all the memory fragments in the apartment reappeared in his mind, and the panic could not calm down, "He will not let this opportunity pass, and the reporter will not let it go. this news!"

"Chris!" Fisher roared, but the effect was really limited. He gave Chris a slap in the face. The crisp sound and ferocious power made Chris not stand still and accidentally After taking a small step back, he finally came back to his senses, "Chris, remember, you only need to say that you gained the role by virtue of your own strength, which is also true. Kenneth gave you affirmation and restraint. The filmmakers affirmed, and Anthony affirmed! That's all!"

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

Seeing that Chris was a little lost, Fisher took a deep breath to prevent his temper from getting out of control again, "Chris, follow me and say: I won the role by my own strength."

"I won the role based on my own strength." Chris repeated mechanically, and then Fisher repeated the whole process again, over and over again, Chris' eyes finally recovered a little, and confidence was in his chest again. agitated.

Fisher was relieved after that, and patted Chris' arm, "I'll take care of it, and then we'll go out. Right now, we can't delay any longer." After that, Fisher went straight to the bathroom. This state makes him feel very cheap, he needs to regain his self-confidence, and now there is absolutely no room for mistakes.

Fisher and Chris were getting ready to deal with the reporter; Renly had been freed from the reporter's entanglement, and Matthew released the handbrake, stepped on the accelerator, and sped away.

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

Roy tilted his head innocently, his movements were small, but the meaning couldn't be clearer, "I just wanted to say, I saw the news and knew you would encounter difficulties today, so I came here 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 besieging the news focus. After he accidentally learned that the interviewee was Renly, he stepped forward to help. That's it, the reason couldn't be simpler.

"If possible, I don't mind repeating this kind of help a few times." Renly teased with a chuckle, while Nathan, who was sitting in the passenger seat, shook his head in horror, "Come back? , don't do this again in the future."

That panicked expression filled the carriage with laughter, and the exhaustion and turbulence just now were forgotten.

For Chris, the battle has only just begun, but for Renly, the news event has come to an end, at least until the official premiere of Fast & Furious 5.