Bow and thank the mouse Gong for his big reward~~~!!

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Yorke Hanske, the first die-hard fan of supernova director Smith Week, and his girlfriend Lisa spend the days soaking up the internet when they have free time, checking out the latest news about Smith Week's second film.

On BBS, all kinds of uncles and cousins came out everywhere, all claiming to be so-and-so in the Smith Week film team, and so-and-so neighbors were flying all over the sky, and some people even typed out headlines, so angry that York gritted his teeth.

"What's wrong? Why are you so angry? Lisa held a large cup of ice cream and looked at York, who was cracking and typing, suspiciously.

"There's a kid who says Smith Chow is a fool! He said that it would be good to shoot a good saw, make a drama music film for children, and scolded us Smith Week fans for being stupid asses! I'm going to scold back! York huffed out a sentence and pressed the keyboard before opening his mouth to signal Lisa to give him a bite of ice cream.

"What are you scolding him?" Lisa smiled, took a large spoonful and fed York, then leaned down in front of the computer desk and asked.

"I said Smith Week wouldn't let us down, he was going to be the one to be the best director at the Oscar! His second film is definitely as memorable as SAW! As for the guy he should have been gelding, history will tell, and will sew up his foul mouth and throw it into the stinking ditch. "York tasted the sweet ice cream and was very pleased with his humor.

"That's it! Insult our idols! Help me scold him again, just say that he should go to his mother for milk, the little hairy child should not go online! Lisa put down the ice cream and laughed.

"Your Majesty, My Majesty!" His girlfriend had a life, how dare Yorke disobey, and hurriedly there was a burst of thunderbolt typing.

But soon, there was news of another explosion surname!

"Crazy director! Cleaner Female Lead! That's the headline given by the Chicago Sun-Times.

The content reads: "We can't imagine how crazy Smith Chow was, he didn't choose any Hollywood actor, but for a bet, he randomly found a woman in her forties among the cleaning ladies of a film company, and told us that this is the starring role that fans are looking forward to!" What is this? This is simply an insult to the movie, an insult to our fans! ”

The whole United States was in an uproar!

The Washington Post, the New York Times, the Chicago Sun-Sun, and other mainstream media in the United States all overwhelmingly believe that Smith Zhou is going to report himself this time, and he is so hasty and reckless that it is conceivable what kind of ending can be obtained.

This "inverted week" storm came so fiercely that people can't help but wonder if someone behind it is fueling the flames and maliciously smearing Zhou Shaoming.

On the Internet, there is an endless stream of doubts, and on Smith Zhou's official website, the screen is full of voices asking Zhou Shaoming to come out and give an explanation. Even those die-hard fans of York were a little shaken.

In order to bet, find a random person to act in a movie? That's not true, is it?

Even Yahoo Entertainment, which has always supported Zhou Shaoming, had to temporarily stop under the surging wave of condemnation across the country.

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"Oh, shit! Damn it! Frank Gutas, the big boss behind Lionsgate, angrily tore the newspaper in his hand to shreds, and then stared at Zhou Shaoming, who was calm and relaxed, smoking a cigar leisurely, and shouted angrily: "Smith Zhou! Why is that? If Meryl can't come, I can still help you get other celebrities, why do that? ”

Frank pointed his hand at Isabella, who was sitting in the corner of the sofa, shrunk timidly, lowered her head, and didn't dare to say a word, holding her head in disbelief and crying out in pain: "Don't tell me, she's an acting genius!" ”。

Countless snowflakes of banknotes slowly flew away in front of him, and Frank lost his temper.

"She's Isabella Sula, I'm my heroine, it's as simple as that, trust me." Zhou Shaoming elegantly flicked off the cigarette ash and said slowly.

"Oh God! You don't joke with money! Smith Week! Frank sat down heavily in the chair, rubbing his temples hard.

"I never joke with money, it's all a game I've set up, although the movie hasn't started filming yet, but now, let's start the pre-promotion of the movie!" Zhou Shaoming spit out a smoke ring, and his face was full of Zhizhu's expression.

"Start now? We didn't even order film for our films! Frank was puzzled.

"I'd like to ask you to arrange a press conference for me, and I'll take my lead actors, my team, and I'll take your questions, and I'll let the American people know why I'm doing this." Zhou Shaoming pressed the cigar vigorously and said very seriously, his eyes revealing a resolute and determined light.

I don't know what Zhou Shaoming said to Frank, Frank finally agreed to Zhou Shaoming to use newcomer Isabella as the heroine of "Spring of the Cattle Herding Class", and recruited mainstream media across the United States to hold a press conference at the five-star hotel Hilton Hotel.

One day in January 2001, Jace Remington, a special correspondent for the Washington Post in Los Angeles, suddenly received a phone call from headquarters, asking him to get ready immediately and attend Smith Week's press conference at the Hilton Hotel on January 12.

A somewhat excited Jace hadn't slept well for two whole days, and he had been thinking carefully about what kind of sharp and unanswerable questions he had to ask the supernova director on the cusp of the storm, an opportunity that could make him famous in the United States!

Ready to ask questions, Jace came to the Hilton Hotel early, found the venue for the meeting, picked the best seat to sit down, and then took out his notebook to make one last correction to his problem.

The conference room was soon filled with reporters with long guns and short guns, and the conference room, which could only accommodate 200 people, poured into more than 300 reporters, many of whom had no place to sit, so they stood with pen and paper in their hands, and the aisles were crowded.

The reporter next to him poked Jace, smiled in a friendly way, and greeted him familiarly: "Hey, hello, I'm Joseph Hans of the Los Angeles Times." ”

Jace lifted his glasses and responded with a smile: "Hello, Washington Post, Jace Remington." ”

"Nice to meet you, Jace, what kind of questions are you going to ask?" Joseph touched his half-bald head and looked straight at Jace's notebook.