Disaster Artist

"...If you are going to call me a traffic director, I may be a little stunned, but I will accept it calmly in the end."

puff.

Wei Dongmang could hear the gentle laughter surging in the coffee house, and then he reacted, and the corners of his mouth lifted up unconsciously.

Quietly, the atmosphere of tense swords and turmoil changed again, and everything happened silently, as if casting magic.

Now is the era of traffic. If you blindly deny traffic, it is an act out of touch with the times; if you blindly accept traffic, it is an act of drifting with the flow.

True wisdom is not to accept or deny completely, but to discard the false and retain the truth, and to find the truth from countless phenomena and facts.

Everything is one and two sides, and the same is true of traffic. There is a good side and a bad side. Things should not be so simple and rude.

The simplest and most intuitive example is the streaming media platform.

If there is no traffic, then the streaming media platform is no different from other media. It is a mirage, an image carrier similar to a movie theater or a TV set. There is no more and no less. It only relies on Blue Whale Pictures to continuously burn money. is unable to play any role.

but.

If you make full use of traffic and guide it effectively, streaming media platforms can carry more whimsy——

It allows directors to use their imaginations to create more experimental creations. It also allows directors to temporarily forget about box office pressures and make subjects they are interested in. At the same time, it allows independent directors to express their views and opinions more boldly.

The richness of types, themes, styles, etc., can re-animate the film.

In addition, according to the guidance of Blue Whale Pictures, the streaming media platform can also re-enable the younger generation to appreciate and understand the charm of the big screen. After all, movie theaters are different from theme parks.

In Lu Qian's vision, the streaming media platform carries more hopes and dreams.

All of this is actually not unfamiliar.

When libraries appeared, people thought books/newspapers would perish; when TV sets appeared, people thought radio stations would be doomed; when movie theaters appeared, people thought TV sets might be forgotten.

Likewise, when streaming came along, people thought movies would die.

The progress of the times is always like this, but real life is more complicated. It is definitely not black and white, but in the process of progress, a new culture that is more complex and trendy will be derived, and step by step, human society will enter a new stage. .

For traffic, Lu Qian will not embrace it warmly, but he will not indifferently reject it.

It's that simple.

"What I'm resisting is relying on traffic so much that I forget my major."

"Actors should polish their acting skills; singers should exercise their singing skills, and should not delay their professionalism because of the existence of popular artists."

"I don't think that handsome guys must have no acting skills. Similarly, I don't think that traffic artists do not need acting skills."

"In essence, I choose actors, not traffic, because traffic is an attribute, and the subject after 'traffic' is the subject. If there is only traffic and no actors, it is putting the cart before the horse."

"We shouldn't forget that."

Lightly written, but full of firepower.

To put it simply, Lu Qian despised Tao Ran as worthless. Without the blessing of traffic, Tao Ran would be useless at all——

Moreover, Lu Qian expressed his point of view, he was specifically targeting Tao Ran.

Silk!

The people who ate melons at the coffee house cried out for Tao Ran. This unnamed attack was really too vicious and brutal.

But thinking about it seriously, he felt it was a matter of course, he couldn't help nodding his head, and then, someone applauded Lu Qian——

clap clap.

It seemed a bit abrupt, everyone's eyes were all projected towards Wei Dongmang, Wei Dongmang's clapping action was a little stiff, a little embarrassing.

Timing, right?

Is this really good?

After a pause, more people joined Wei Dongmang, and then Wei Dongmang's slightly stiff face showed a shy smile.

Lou Nan was a little dizzy. Thousands of thoughts were surging in his mind. He couldn't understand it for a while. Things were developing too fast and too fierce. He had come here before he could figure out the situation, so what is it what happened? Then I heard Lu Qian continue to say.

"I know what you're planning, but the problem is that the potential negative news doesn't kill me, and I'm sorry to disappoint you."

"But you have spent so much thought and thought on this matter, you really shouldn't let your hardships go, so let's make a deal."

"You can choose to shut up and pretend that today's events didn't happen, but at the same time, you can also publish these messages."

"Including the words I just said, but the premise is that all the ins and outs must be included, and they cannot be taken out of context or spliced ​​in random order."

"The Age of Rebirth"

After a pause, Lou Nan could see that Lu Qian's eyebrows rose slightly, and the curvature of the corners of his mouth was slightly deeper, revealing a perfect smile.

"Otherwise, trust me, you won't want to meet me again."

A thrill.

A chill.

Lou Nan could smell the **** smell from that smile, so he clenched his fists subconsciously, but he had no idea of ​​resistance, just wanted to leave the scene.

In fact, ~www.readwn.com~ Lou Nan still didn't understand Lu Qian's intentions, the lake covered the ground, and he glanced at Tao Ran secretly from the corner of his eyes, if all the truth was announced...

Lou Nan didn't know what was going to happen, but he quickly retracted his gaze, lest his small movements be discovered by the demon king in front of him, he quickly nodded to Lu Qian, as if pounding garlic, as if he was worried, a little later, Lu Qian may have to overturn his decision.

He swore that he really, really, really didn't want to meet Lu Qian again.

Lu Qian raised his chin slightly, and Lou Nan realized that he could leave now.

escape!

Lou Nan tried to stand up, but found that his knees were weak. Just standing up, the soles of his feet slipped and he fell back to the ground in embarrassment.

But now he can't take care of his own ugliness anymore, there is only one idea in his mind, a firm idea.

So, he rushed out, staggering and staggering twice, without any pause, and left the coffee house in a puff of smoke.

It was not until I saw the sun again, bathed in the sun, felt the warmth and lightness of the sun falling on the surface of my skin, and finally left the dullness and coldness of the coffee house behind, felt the flow of vitality again, and finally came alive.

Footsteps, paused for a moment, turned to look behind—

Vaguely, Lou Nan could see Tao Ran's back stiff in place.

Previously, in order to allow everyone in the coffee house to "witness" this scene, and to facilitate the candid photography of Lounan, Tao Ran chose a place with sufficient light sources; but now, like torture, he nailed Tao Ran to the original Ground, those eyes are the most terrifying Ling Chi.

Lou Nan's heart trembled slightly, as if he saw himself standing in Tao Ran's position, even if he was suffocated just by making up his mind.