hollywood draw

At 6:30 the next morning, the "Joker" crew, accompanied by the hasty crowd in Big Apple City and a group of trailers, rushed to a street in Brooklyn again.

The farce that happened yesterday was still brewing among the staff, and small circles formed to talk softly. Nicholas Cage, who was at the center of the incident, had a gloomy face, and it felt uncomfortable at the invisible center of discussions of hundreds of people.

The New York police officers who were closed on both sides of the road all sorted their uniforms neatly. There were at least twenty or thirty media reporters in front of them. If some leisurely photographer took some unbearable photos, it would be a lot of fun.

Originally, it was a good job to come here to perform the road closure mission, which was much more comfortable than patrolling the streets in the sun. The crew's on-site logistics would also give them some coffee or something.

Facing a large group of journalists and photographers a few meters ago, the police officers were all highly vigilant. As the lower-level managers of this metropolis, no one would know better what these small and medium-sized media are than them.

A middle-aged police officer walked out of the crew with a belly-spreading out of the crew. He came to the cordon with his big body panting and said to the police officer who was guarding here:

"Fili, let them in. The leader of the crew will hold a small press conference on site."

"Huh!" Felli Raschel breathed a sigh of relief, and finally no longer had to face these troublesome people. He and two colleagues quickly pulled away the yellow cordon and left the street entrance.

"Gentlemen, quiet!" Thomson, who had a serious body, calmed down his breathing and shouted at the messy reporters. He waved his hand until everyone's eyes were on him.

"The crew producers invite you in. They are going to hold a small media conference. Sir and ladies, keep quiet, otherwise it will be ugly if anyone is kicked out! Come on!"

A large number of media reporters and cameramen carrying cameras walked into the street under the leadership of fat police officer Thomson. The road was not long, with mottled and old sides full of busy staff, and trailers were used to block the view outside.

Taking people to the prepared steps, the fat police officer nodded to John, turned around and walked back to the street where the road was blocked.

Under the steps, three tables were temporarily used to form a long table. Wayne, John and Nicholas Cage were sitting behind the table, and Zach Schneider, who played the temporary host, clapped his hands hard.

"Sir, ladies, please keep quiet. At the request of all media friends, the crew decided to hold a temporary press conference here. I will give you the time to ask questions below. Raise your hand to ask questions, and I will try to click everyone as much as possible!"

After saying that, when the scene was quiet, Zach Schneider nodded to Nicholas Cage and the other two sitting in the middle, and pointed to a beautiful female reporter in the front row.

The cameramen following the reporter collectively turned on the photography equipment they carried with them, and pointed their spears and cannons at the three people sitting in front.

"Mr. Greenberg, the crew officially filmed the male lead overnight in the bar on the first day. Will this cause a rift between you and affect your cooperation?"

Unexpectedly, the first question was to point him. Wayne smiled at the reporters and reached out to hug Nicholas Cage beside him.

"Of course it won't affect our cooperation. Nikola went to that small bar just to experience the role better, but he obviously underestimated the addicts in New York."

The female reporter asked directly without waiting for Zach Schneider to order people:

"You mean Nicholas Cage was cheated?"

"Yes." He did not take back the arm holding the male protagonist, patted his shoulder and said, "Nicola originally wanted to experience the role, but someone inexplicably fed a lot of wine and emptied his wallet."

Zach Schneider waited for Wayne to finish speaking and immediately pointed at someone else. If this woman kept asking, how long would the press conference last? Will the video still be filmed?

"Mr. Cage, have they only poured you strong liquor? Have you given you something else?"

"What?" Nicholas Cage first pretended to be stupid, and then grabbed his hair. "I don't remember, I only remember asking for a bottle of beer, and the memory afterwards was that the crew found me and sent me back to the hotel for rest.

When they woke me up, I realized that my wallet had been emptied and only one driver's license was left."

From the beginning of Nicholas Cage's speech, the scene immediately had a shutter pressing sound, and flashes flashed from time to time. No matter what he said, as long as he took photos and images, the task of these cameramen was completed.

After Nicholas Cage finished speaking, a reporter immediately asked: "You mean you don't remember anything?"

"Yes, I didn't leave any impression of what happened that night!"

"Mr. Gray, what should the crew do about Nicholas Cage's absence from filming?" A reporter dressed like a black woman pointed the radio at the producer.

"The responsibility for this matter cannot be completely entrusted to Mr. Cage, who is also a victim of this incident. The crew has called the police to the New York Police Department, hoping to find the robbers." John's answer was stable, and no one knows better about Tai Chi than the producer.

The black aunt was obviously not satisfied with the producer's answer and pointed the topic at the person involved.

"Mr. Cage, a reporter went to that small bar to investigate. Someone witnessed you smoking a lot of leaf cigarettes and drinking half a bottle of strong liquor. Does this mean you were sober at that time..."

"Sorry, everyone has only one chance to ask questions!" Zach Schneider immediately interrupted her before he could finish her words. If no one answered this question, Nicholas Cage would have to speak, and he would not know what it would be twisted into afterwards.

"Next."

"Wayne, you said this matter will not affect your cooperation with Mr. Cage. How is your usual relationship?"

After squeezing out the sunny smile on his face again, Wayne hugged Nicholas Cage happily. "You know, Nicholas Cage and I are both of us, and we are very chatting. In the crew, it's just the difference between different jobs, so we have always been good brothers!"

After saying that, he winked at Zach Schneider, and the assistant director immediately clapped his hands hard and attracted his attention to him.

"Okay, sirs and ladies, the interview time is over!" He waved to greet a few prop crew members. "The crew is about to start shooting soon, so I'll be here today. I'll send you out!"

"no! There is another last question, Nicholas, I heard that you not only drank a lot of spirits, smoked Yezi cigarettes, but even smoked Gu''Ko'''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''

Before the black female reporter finished speaking, she was surrounded by Zach Schneider and took her out. Even the peers who came with her looked at her without saying a word. This African-American woman was just brainless.

This is the crew of Warner Bros. It is already very good that they can hold a temporary press conference for face, but she doesn’t have a brain to ask some sensitive questions. Does she know what she knows?

Why don’t others get into trouble? Who is present knows what this matter is like? Sometimes these Africans are really not awake due to their skin color.

As a large number of media reporters left the street, the scene suddenly became quiet.

Everyone present was looking at the male lead, paying attention to the news here even while working. John raised his wrist and looked at the time. At 7:30, it was time to summon everyone before the filming.

So he picked up the loudspeaker on Wayne's chair, opened it and called all the employees over. The crowds of people gathered together, and from time to time he put down his things in his hands and ran over.

"Okay, everyone is quiet. Mr. Cage has something to say to everyone about what happened yesterday."

Turning his head and looking at Nicholas Cage with an ugly face, John handed over the loudspeaker to Susan and asked her to communicate with her clients.

After being silent for more than ten seconds, Nicholas Cage's unhealthy face suddenly flushed, he took the loudspeaker and walked forward two steps, occupying everyone.

"I apologize to you for wasting everyone's working hours yesterday! I promise that I did not do this on purpose, nor would this happen again..."