1401 Does This Have a Script?

It's just a matter of a minute or two. It's not as convenient as using a SLR directly.

After setting up the camera, the editor-in-chief showed Han Zhuoli a few questions he had drawn up on the road, "Young Master Han, take a look at these questions, are they okay? If not, let's change them."

Han Zhuoli looked at it, "Okay, just ask."

"Then do you want to prepare for this question?" the editor-in-chief asked.

"No, just ask directly, be natural, I know how to say it." Han Zhuoli said.

"Okay, let's start then." The editor-in-chief said.

The editor-in-chief was about to start when Han Zhuoli suddenly said, "Wait."

"Young Master Han, what else do you want?" the editor-in-chief asked.

"It's not natural enough." Han Zhuoli thought for a while, and said, "You come with me to the community, as if I just came home, and I'll ask you as I walk."

Editor-in-Chief: "..."

Does this even have a script?

"Okay, okay." The editor-in-chief could only nod in agreement.

Han Zhuoli was right in everything he said.

So the editor-in-chief took another team and went out with Han Zhuoli.

Before going out, Han Zhuoli said to Lu Mann, "Be good at home, I'll be back in a while."

Lu Mann: "..."

What else can she say?

Nodding of course!

The editor-in-chief led a group of people to go out with Han Zhuoli, and when they arrived at the gate of the villa, the editor-in-chief asked, "Is this okay?"

Han Zhuoli looked it over, and didn't know what he was thinking, but his serious look made the editor think that Han Zhuoli was choosing a filming location.

"It's still not natural enough." Han Zhuoli shook his head, "Well, I'll drive the car out, and we'll go to the door together, and you guys will chase after me to interview me, pretending to be blocking my car."

Editor-in-Chief: "..."

Damn, he really didn't expect that a two-minute interview would be so tiring.

Fortunately, this time I brought a camera instead of looking at the camera.

What the hell is chasing cars!

They are regular reporters, not paparazzi!

Don't do the thing of blocking people at the door, okay?

As a result, now, you have to race with the car!

The editor-in-chief was MMP in his heart, but he still had a smile on his face and said, "No problem."

The faces of a group of people behind the editor-in-chief turned green.

Fortunately, Han Zhuoli still had a conscience, so he let them get in the car and drive to the entrance of the community.

When getting out of the car, Han Zhuoli also told them, "Remember to act more realistically and resembling it."

"No problem!" The editor-in-chief nodded heavily.

Han Zhuoli drove, pretending that he had just driven back to the gate of the community.

As soon as the editor-in-chief waved his hand, he rushed up with people and shouted at the lowered car window: "Mr. Han, Mr. Han! Please wait, please wait!"

Han Zhuoli seemed to consider the physical strength of the editor-in-chief and the others. Although he didn't stop, the car didn't drive fast.

When approaching the door of the house, he finally stopped on the side of the road.

At this time, Butler Xiao Wang came over.

The editor-in-chief was still a little confused, when did Han Zhuoli agree with Butler Xiao Wang?

Butler Xiao Wang took Han Zhuoli's car keys and drove the car into the garage for Han Zhuoli.

And Han Zhuoli walked home with his hands in his trouser pockets.

The editor-in-chief hurriedly said: "Mr. Han, the Internet is very lively today, everyone wants to know, the tooth marks on your lips are—"

Han Zhuoli turned his head while walking coldly.

After hearing this question, a rare smug smile appeared on the corners of his lips, and he raised his chin, as if he was saying something very remarkable, "My wife bit me."

After speaking, he entered the door.