Fisher Morgan has never been so embarrassed.

Crazy reporters slammed their heads and faces like a storm, punching and kicking all the way up, not to mention the space to fight back, even the space to breathe, the defenses were impossible, every part of the body was exposed to the attack, a crisp Armani suit seemed to have just been found out of the garbage can, expensive handmade Italian leather shoes were covered with footprints, even the toes began to ache, sticky sweat glued shirts and underwear, and even watches began to slide on the wrists。

"Get out of here!" Fisher screamed as hard as he could, trying to control the situation, and his lungs began to burn so hot that they almost exploded. But wave after wave of sound invaded, and his voice didn't have time to come out, and disappeared without a trace, which made him angry.

But no sooner had the anger ignited than an elbow swung horizontally, and he reflexively ducked back, smashing the back of his head on an arm, and then a camera came up to him in spite of it, stuck around his neck, and made him unable to move. Subconsciously raised his right hand and tried to push it, but found that it was to no avail, sweat was like rain, and his right hand wiped his forehead, then touched his hair and combed the hanging hair to the back. But then several hands reached out at the same time, left, right, and forward, slapping and hitting irregularly, and he only felt like a basketball.

Shame, shame.

The hair is messy like a bird's nest, no, even the bird's nest is more tidy, Fisher at this moment, has no image at all, but he finally understands that it is useless to resist, and a person's strength is a drop in the bucket in such a boiling crowd. You can only disarm and surrender, and then go with the flow.

After giving up, it finally became possible to move forward, and he lay on the door panel with his whole body, but now it was not the time to care about his own image, and quickly began to slap the door panel, "Chris, Chris, it's me, open the door!"

Chris sitting on the sofa, like a frightened bird, jumped up reflexively, but then reacted, it was the savior, it was Fisher. So, Chris hurriedly opened the door panel, and then saw a distorted face pounce on him, and then he was confused by the continuous flashing lights, and the last image left in his mind was that thousands of horses were coming.

After opening a crack in the door to let Fisher in, Chris hurriedly closed the door panel, but it was not an easy task, and with great effort, with Fisher's help, the door was finally closed again. The two of them leaned against the door panel, panting for breath for the rest of their lives, extremely embarrassed.

Turning his head to look at Fisher, Chris was immediately shocked, which made Fisher a little embarrassed. If it weren't for the fact that Chris couldn't be contacted, he wouldn't have gone out in person, and he wouldn't have suffered such humiliation, these reporters are simply cannibals, all of them crazy. It's just a "little" negative news, there is no need to be so excited, I haven't seen the world.

Fisher straightened up, puffed out his chest, hid his embarrassment, and said sharply, "Why is your phone turned off?"

Chris was really shocked, and after being stunned for half a second, he reacted, "The reporter kept calling, ringing, ringing, ringing, and the phone was directly out of battery." Chris adds, "The same goes for landlines, and I just unplugged the line." ”

Fisher's chest was stuffed, and it was no wonder that he could not be contacted. If it weren't for the fact that this reaction was far beyond imagination, he wouldn't have needed to tell Chris face-to-face, "What about the computer? Why did you turn it off too? I tried to contact you via video, and you were never there!"

Chris opened his mouth, but he couldn't say anything, and he couldn't defend himself.

Looking at Chris, who was stunned, Fisher was simply a smoke. But thinking about Paramount's monstrous rage, thinking about the world's fueling, thinking about the media's fierce pursuit, Fisher swallowed it hard, now is not the time.

"We have to face journalists now. Fisher forced himself to calm down, and didn't even bother to tidy up his appearance, so he spoke directly, but Chris didn't even give Fisher a chance to continue, and replied directly, "Don't!" The categorical and panicked tone made Fisher grit his teeth.

Calm down. There are gains and losses in everything, and the most important reason why I gave up a thorn like Lan Li and chose an idol like Chris is not because Chris is obedient? Calm down, you must be calm.

Fisher clenched his fists, resisted the urge to raise his hand and slap him, and said word by word, "You tell me clearly, you have no choice, we must go out and face the reporter now." Sensing that Chris seemed to be about to speak again, Fisher glared fiercely, and the fierce and brutal powerful voice made Chris swallow the words that came to his lips.

"When interviewed by reporters, you emphasized that you relied on your own strength to gain roles. I'll take care of the rest. After the initial panic, Fisher quickly calmed down and figured out how to deal with it. Before he came to the door, he had all the charters in his mind.

"Thor" was not originally a work that tested acting skills, and the script did play a lot of roles in the audition process, but it was very limited. They should focus on Chris's strength - he is the person who best fits Saul's image!, not a script, and must not be taken away from the focus, and must stand firm.

The rest of the situation is actually easy to handle, Natalie Portman, Anthony Hopkins and other main creators have come forward to say 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 and show support for Chris, which in turn creates a public opinion momentum:

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

After the rumors have passed, Chris will respond positively at that time, those rumors are all false, he has never borrowed or stolen the script. All negative effects are minimized. What really determines the outcome is not these lip service, but the box office of "Thor".

It's like Robert Downey Jr. After successfully turning over with "Iron Man", media reporters have been pulling his pigtails for drug abuse and alcoholism, and Robert has been angered many times, and even walked away in the middle of the recording of the show, breaking out a scandal of playing a big name. But what does it matter, after the box office of "Iron Man 2" swept thousands of troops, those reporters automatically shut their mouths.

It seems to be a desperate situation, but it is still full of life. This is Hollywood, not the courtroom.

Fisher's calmness didn't make Chris settle down, "But, what if they asked? What about the things they kept holding on to the script? Lan Li would have said, he would have said, he would have said it!" Chris's eyes widened, and he kept repeating it in a divine way, and all the memories in the apartment resurfaced in his mind, and the panic could not be calmed, "He will not let go of this opportunity, and the reporter will not let go of this news!"

"Chris!" Fisher roared angrily, but the effect was really limited, he directly gave Chris a slap in the face, the crisp sound and ferocious power made Chris not stand firm in a hurry, accidentally took a small step back, and finally came back to his senses, "Chris, remember, you just need to say that you relied on your own strength to gain the role, which is also true." Kenneth gave you an affirmation, the producer gave you an affirmation, Anthony gave an affirmation!

Again, Fisher emphasized, "I'll take care of the rest." "This time the matter is really beyond expectations, and it can't be handed over to Chris, he has to go out himself, stop those sensitive questions, and control the subsequent development of the situation as much as possible.

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

"I won the role on my own. Chris repeated mechanically, and then Fisher repeated the whole process again, over and over again, and again, Chris's eyes finally regained a little brightness, and confidence raced in his chest again.

Fisher reassured and patted Chris's arm, "I'll take care of it, and then we'll go out." Now, there can be no more delay. With that, Fisher went straight to the bathroom. This state of affairs makes him feel very cheap, he needs to regain his self-confidence, and there is absolutely no room for anything to go wrong now.

Fisher and Chris were preparing to deal with the reporters, and with Lan Li already free from the reporters, Matthew released the handbrake, stepped on the accelerator, and walked away.

"Are you serious?" Lan Li looked at Roy in front of him, a look of disbelief in his eyes.

Roy tilted his head innocently, the range of his movements was very small, but the meaning could not be clearer, "I want to say that I saw the news and knew that you would encounter difficulties today, so I rushed over to rescue you." In that way, you owe me a favor. However, I did pass by by chance. I didn't even know you lived here. ”

There is no complicated reason for Roy's appearance, it's just that he happened to pass by and saw that the reporter was blocking the news focus, and after accidentally learning that the interview subject was Lan Li, he stepped forward to help. That's all, the reason couldn't be simpler.

"I wouldn't mind coming back a few more times if I could. Lan Li chuckled and teased, while Nathan, who was sitting in the passenger seat, shook his head in horror, "Come on?" ”

The panicked look filled the carriage with laughter, and the exhaustion and turbulence just now were left behind.

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