Disaster Artist

Seven days ago, Zhuang Bo received an unfamiliar call. Lu Qian was on the other end of the phone, and his deep voice was like a devil seducing him.

"Why don't we make a deal?"

At that time, Zhuang Bo was ecstatic, waiting for the exclusive, but he did not expect the pie to fall from the sky. He thought he was about to discover the shocking exclusive—

In fact, he did find the scoop, and a single piece of news earned him a six-figure bomb, which almost made Zhuang Bo's heart stop:

"He doesn't look that smart".

Zhuang Bo felt that he had overestimated Lu Qian before, because Lu Qian seemed to be a smart face, and his unpredictable eyes and smile always made others fear; but he didn't expect that Lu Qian was actually like this... Stupid, stupid Tell yourself an exclusive, and it doesn't cost anything.

Zhuang Bo's abacus is sound. He can use Lu Qian's news to dig deep into exclusive news. At the same time, he can also seize Lu Qian's braid to further dig deeper into the relationship between this new generation leader and the industry. A hidden treasure awaits his presence.

However, as the matter deepened little by little, Zhuang Bo realized that he was entering a bottomless abyss, gradually being devoured by darkness.

The most terrifying thing is not what Wei Wei and the Lanchuan Journalists Association did, so blatantly playing with power; it was they who boasted of being smart, but left countless tails behind, claiming that they would not be discovered, or that they would be discovered. Able to escape guilt and enjoy power unscrupulously.

And now, all these tails have been pierced by Lu Qian at a glance.

Lu Qian, like a prophet hidden in the shadows, controls everything and makes the overall layout.

After the first revelation came out, Lu Qian gave Zhuang Bo a second clue——

He made a list of Wei Wei's works as a producer, and circled nearly 80 potential victims, and handed it over to Zhuang Bo to investigate.

Just now, Zhuang Bo fed back his findings to Lu Qian:

Thirty-one of all the subjects of the investigation admitted that they were victims. Among them, only three were willing to publicly testify against Wei Wei. Another eleven refused any form of interview, and the remaining seventeen were Express your willingness to tell your story anonymously.

The hit rate is nearly forty percent.

In this regard, Lu Qian said that they should be only one-tenth of the victims, and they should all be published, but don't make a fuss, people will be numb.

"One a day, the time interval is controlled. For example, the first two are 12 hours apart, then the third one is delayed a little, and the interval is 24 hours. After the public opinion has been brewed to a certain extent, the rest will be announced. , this is just the tip of the iceberg of the findings."

To put it mildly, Lu Qian decided Wei Wei's fate in this way.

Zhuang Bo looked at Lu Qian who was close at hand, but shuddered. Fear ran from the soles of his feet to the top of his head, and there were countless thoughts surging in his mind:

How did he know? Isn't he afraid of retaliation from Wei Wei and the Lanchuan Journalists Association? Wasn't he afraid to turn around and betray him?

What is he planning?

But why? Why did he fight Wevey? Why choose this time?

Why choose yourself? Wasn't he worried about his betrayal?

What will happen if you turn your back on Wei Wei and bite Lu Qian back?

Countless question marks crowded his head to the point of exploding, but Zhuang Bo found himself without any answer, and then all the question marks converged into one thought:

I am making a deal with the devil.

Zhuang Bo finally realized that he had somehow become the sword in Lu Qian's hands, covered in blood, and as a result, he even complacently thought Lu Qian was stupid.

Zhuang Bo also thought about turning his back on Wei Wei or the Lanchuan Journalists Association. After all, they have deep roots and strong connections in almost the entire film industry, and the winning rate is even greater. If he can help Wei Wei and the others bite Lu Qian, then he will. what happened?

Zhuang Bo, there is no answer.

As soon as the project started, there was no turning back. The matter had already begun, and he could not wait to fire the first shot. At this time, it seemed that it was too late to stop. Whether they believe him or not, I am afraid it will be difficult for the public to let him go.

Second, Zhuang Bo guessed that Lu Qian's partner should be more than him, "Entertainment Weekly", "Lanchuan Daily", and so many actors and directors who have publicly stated their positions. Brewing up, slowly forming an encirclement.

Otherwise, how could the vastness of the entire social network take shape so quickly and condense into a force?

So, even if it's not him, Lu Qian can find other paparazzi to cooperate.

Well, it might as well be him.

What's more, the little bit of conscience left in the depths of the heart, without any struggle or resistance, immediately stood on the opposite side of Wei Wei.

Maybe, he is just a paparazzi, but he still believes in justice and the media. In the eyes of others, their consciences have long been eaten by dogs, even Zhuang Bo himself is no exception, but—

When he looked at Lu Qian's deep eyes, calm and tenacious, wise and steady, and the calmness of Zhizhu in his grip, his blood boiled involuntarily.

That's Wevey! That is the Lanchuan Journalists Association!

However, Lu Qian did not flinch, not only did he not, but he also took the initiative to attack!

Zhuang Bo's fanaticism and dreams that he had forgotten about began to boil again, and then, before he realized it, he was already gearing up for it.

"But...why don't you release all the revelations in one go?" Zhuang Bo asked. Only a single effort can create a bigger momentum, isn't it?

Lu Qian smiled, "Always leave some room for them to use their own means and show their cards. Only in this way can we completely kill their vitality when the last thunder strikes, isn't it?"

A tianluodi net was unfolding~www.readwn.com~ Suddenly, Zhuang Bo realized that Wei Wei was finished, and the Lanchuan Journalists Association was probably in difficulty. Obviously, Lu Qian's cards were not fully revealed. Just one of many pieces.

But--

Lu Qian?

Who could have imagined that Blue Whale Pictures would actually subvert Wei Wei and the Lanchuan Journalists Association? And everything just blew up without warning.

Seeing the bright smile on the corner of Lu Qian's mouth, goose bumps rose from the soles of his feet to his scalp, and every cell in Zhuang Bo's body was shouting: Help!

Zhuang Bo was deeply aware that just based on his IQ, he should not think about those careful thoughts, otherwise he would not know how he died. It is better to be a sword. Maybe he can get out of his body and get some for himself. Interest, as for now—

Leave, he needs to leave here as soon as possible, this is obviously not the place he should stay for a long time.

There is only one thought in my mind: escape.