Disaster Artist

buzzing.

buzzing.

The hotel's central air conditioner is humming, reminding the room to return to silence, the noise and chaos fade away, and the noise in the air slowly settles.

As if nothing ever happened.

However, when the corner of the eye glanced at the messy bed in the bedroom and the exposed mattress, the memory picture in my mind rolled over again.

Heart, beating fast.

Lu Qian held the phone, left the room, came to the balcony, and looked out.

Standing on the seventh floor and looking down, the vehicles are like toys, which are cutely arranged near the street. The neat and tidy streets of Qingcheng are like dollhouses, because the arrangement is so orderly that there is no sense of reality. It does have a similar taste to the studio set.

First, he wanted to see if the reporter's departure caused any attention or even a commotion. Only in this way could he be able to prepare for the follow-up situation.

Second, he was a little worried that there might be bugs left in the hotel room, not just the reporter just now, but the security of the entire crew——

Since one person can come in, it also means that more people can come in.

Of course, if this is the case, the situation is complicated. Who left the bug? Is there a third party overseeing what happened just now?

and so on.

However, what Lu Qian is worried about is not what happened just now. Even if he is really eavesdropped, the video evidence can guarantee that he will get out of his body. Besides, he has nothing to hide, and he has no plans to If you change the room late, even if there is really eavesdropping, the other part of the line will probably be disappointed.

So, why did Lu Qian come out to the balcony?

The point is that in the next thing, Lu Qian needs to avoid third parties, the content is very important, and the timing is more important.

Lu Qian made a call, okay?

All……

All……

The phone, after only two rings, was connected.

Lu Qian looked down at the exit of the hotel and greeted him with a smile.

"Getting on the phone so quickly, looks like you're supposed to be pretty boring tonight, no party, no love life, oh, that's a shame."

Yu Shao on the other end of the phone was a little helpless, but his smile still rose.

"Director, you only call me three times a year and twelve months. I cherish every opportunity to talk to you, so I set a special ringtone."

"You know the siren, right? This is your exclusive ringtone. Every time it rings, no matter what I'm doing, I'll answer the call immediately."

"Beep... woo... beep... woo..."

"As soon as the bell rings, I will immediately become the brightest boy in the audience, attracting everyone's attention. Believe me, I will definitely answer as quickly as possible."

The half-joking tone, true and false, difficult to distinguish.

It can be seen that Yu Shao is also infected by Lu Qian, and the jokes and ridicules that come at ease in daily life fill the jerky blank of communication and dialogue.

Conversation, keep it easy.

Lu Qian let out a chuckle, "Anything? Please don't do this, Brother Yu, you should have your own life. I sincerely hope your other half can be happy."

Yu Shao shook his head gently, helpless, "Director, did you choose to call me at midnight just to care about my love life? I'm really flattered."

Of course, Yu Shao knew that this was impossible. How could Lu Qian's character make a special call to make a joke?

There must be a situation!

After following Lu Qian for so long, Yu Shao knew very well that Lu Qian's usual mentality towards phone calls and social networks was not rejection, disgust or resistance, but a kind of "irrelevant" ignorance and neglect.

In Lu Qian's words, in real life, there are still many, many important things worthy of attention, and there is really no need to express emotions through the phone and the Internet.

Therefore, when Lu Qian chooses the phone or the Internet, it is 100% that there is a situation.

but.

Judging from Lu Qianying's light joke, it shouldn't be a big deal, so Yu Shao's heart that was hanging high also returned to his chest and relaxed a little.

"Director, do you know?"

"During my lunch break at noon, I had a dream. In the dream, you suddenly called and told me that something had happened, so that I woke up directly."

"But the problem is that after waking up, my memory is blurred, and I can't remember what you said on the phone, so that all afternoon, I was a little restless, my eyelids kept twitching, and I always felt I seem to have something on my mind, but I don't know where to start."

"I just saw your call, and I was so terrified that my phone almost fell on the ground."

"But now it seems that there should be nothing wrong?"

Lu Qian: Haha.

Is this a precognition dream?

"Brother Yu, maybe, after you're bored with your manager's job, you can open a fortune-telling booth to fortune-telling for people in the entertainment industry in Lanchuan. You should be able to open up a whole new world."

"Haha, director, what, do you dislike my agent's work is not good enough? If you don't like me, our Lei Ming agent has many excellent agents."

Lu Qian, still Lu Qian.

But Yu Shao was still Yu Shao.

Lu Qian laughed happily.

After half a beat, Yu Shao tasted the deep meaning of Lu Qian's words just now, "Wait, director, there is something wrong with your words, why do you recommend me to go for fortune-telling? It's not... my dream has come true, right? Director, don't scare me."

Yu Shao still tried to make fun of him with laughter, but why couldn't he laugh?

"Haha." Lu Qian laughed cheerfully, "It's a bit complicated to explain, I'll send you a video now, and you'll call me after you've finished watching it."

Yu Shao calmed down a little, because the director's laughter was indeed very relaxed, and he didn't feel tense and severe at all, which should be a good thing.

But why?

After thinking about it, Yu Shao became confused again~www.readwn.com~ Why did the director say that the explanation is a bit complicated? What the **** is going on, and a video was recorded?

"Five Dynasties Rivers, Mountains, Wind and Moon"

Or, is there something new hot on the social network?

Why hasn't the video come yet? Didn't the director say to send it immediately? But why has there been no movement?

Otherwise, just call the director directly, no matter how complicated things are, verbal communication is fine, right?

In this room, Yu Shao was thinking wildly and couldn't calm down.

On that side, Lu Qian looked at the files that had been sent, but because the video size was too large, it would take some time to send, so he put the phone in his pocket again, and quietly stared at the hotel door.

Quiet.

It was quiet.

There was no presence of the reporter, nor was there any extra movement.

This is a good thing.

Because this means that the reporter also wanted to keep a low profile, and should have quietly left the hotel, without disturbing anyone, he had successfully left.

Although it was just a false alarm tonight, Lu Qian truly felt the heavy weight behind the sentence, "There are many popular people."

In the soil of Vanity Fair, entertainment to the death and profit first are pushed to the extreme. Unscrupulous conspiracies and tricks are everywhere.

This time, Lu Qian remained vigilant and managed to dodge a bullet; but the problem is that only every day is a thief, and there is no one who can guard against thieves every day.

So, what should he do?

He raised his head, looked at the stars in the sky above Qingcheng, listened to the wind quietly, all his messy thoughts settled down until he was interrupted by the ringing of the phone.

just got connected-

"director!"