Entertainment: My predecessor is a diva and my current boss is a boss

God is not at home.

Yan Xu's prayer did not get the desired answer.

He could only stare at the enemy on the screen with wide eyes, praying that he would fall off the stage and die.

It's fine even if you fall and become paralyzed.

It's a pity that Li Changan walked steadily, and there was no sign of falling off the stage at all.

"The script written by Mister Lee is the most exciting script I have seen in the decades since I have been a director..."

Li Changan was very embarrassed by old James' praise.

This kind of thing, let's talk about it behind closed doors, it's unnecessary in public.

"...Mr. Cameron, you said this Mr. Li is from the Dalong Kingdom, right?"

Under the stage, a white reporter wearing glasses raised his hands high and asked loudly.

"Yes, may I ask who you are...???" Answering questions from media reporters at the premiere was a must, and the old man was not surprised when faced with this person's question!
"I forgot to introduce myself. I am a reporter from the Los Angeles Entertainment News. My name is Mark Henry."

"Hello, Reporter Mark!" Old James signaled the staff to hand him a wireless microphone:
"What's your question?"

Mark took the microphone and cleared his throat - he shouted too hard just now, and his vocal cords felt a little uncomfortable:

"Mr. Cameron, I would like to ask this screenwriter Li, what kind of experience allowed him to write such a great magic movie script!"

This problem is normal.

Old James took a step back and signaled Li Changan to answer by himself.

"Hello, Mr. reporter, I prefer western fantasy stories, so I wrote a script and sent it to director Cameron. I didn't expect to be praised by him."

In front of more than 5000 people, Li Changan decided to be humble.

We Dalong people have been taught since childhood that humility makes people progress, and pride makes people lag behind!

Li Changan is a good boy, he always remembers the principles taught by his teacher.

After saying this, he was still a little complacent.

Only I can speak at such a high level.

According to the usual practice, after a reporter asks a question, he will hand over the microphone to the next interested colleague.

Let him ask questions that interest him.

No one expected that this Mark Henry did not play his cards according to common sense.

He asked directly:
"Mr. Li, what do you mean to say that the script of [Twilight] was written by you?"

"Reporter Mark Henry, please pay attention to your words." The experienced old James felt a hint of malice from his unusual actions and words.

This man definitely did it on purpose.

He asked this question because he wanted to use psychological hints to remind movie fans that this oriental talent admired by James Cameron is an out-and-out liar.

His so-called stunningly brilliant script was simply made up indiscriminately.

Li Changan remained calm, but his heart skipped a beat.

This reporter has no good intentions, he is here to make trouble.

If one can't handle it today, the premiere will be ruined.

In the corner of the back row, Nicholas thumped his palm hard: Mark, well done.

This method should be used to expose the hypocrisy and ugliness of the people of Dalong Kingdom.

Qiu Changhai, whose nosebleed had stopped, squatted in the corner, staring at Nicholas fearfully.

The sudden beating just now really scared him.

Most importantly, he didn't know why he was beaten.

Now seeing Nicholas' ferocious face again, Qiu Changhai couldn't help shrinking back again.

I miss mom, I want to go home, there are bad people here, everyone bullies me.

Like Nicholas, it was Yan Xu who had become a beggar and a tramp who felt relieved.

"Oye, which angel is here to help me vent my anger? Yes, just target him like this, and discredit Li Changan, a hypocrite."

At the premiere, Mark Henry looked at Li Changan provocatively with a slight smile on his lips.

"Reporter Mark, you..."

Li Changan raised his hand and stopped Old James who was already on the verge of getting angry.

There are so many media reporters tonight, we can't be tough.

The old man has experienced many storms and understands the meaning behind his actions.

Even if you don't want to swallow this breath, you have to hold it back for a while.

"Reporter Mark, why do you say that my [Twilight Saga] script is nonsense?"

Li Changan's voice was calm, as if the person being targeted was not himself, and what he asked was an irrelevant question.

"Hehe..." Mark Henry smiled coldly:
"It's very simple. Mr. Li has never lived in the West, nor has he received a Western-style education. How can the script you write meet the taste of Westerners?"

This bastard speaks in a strange way, and he wants to put a hat on me for asking for a gunman to write for me.

In just an instant, Li Changan understood Mark Henry's conspiracy.

"Reporter Mark, have you ever seen a polar bear?"

The triumphant Mark Henry froze for a moment.

He couldn't figure it out a bit, but when he had the upper hand, the boy from the Dragon Kingdom suddenly asked what the polar bear meant!
Out of professional sensitivity, he felt that there must be a pitfall in this question, and he had to answer it carefully, so as not to give the other party a chance to make use of it.

"No." He shook his head vigorously:

"Polar bears are only found in the North Pole. I have never been to the North Pole. How could I have seen it!"

Li Changan nodded: "Then how do you know, I asked what kind of animal the polar bear was, and then quickly confirmed that I hadn't seen it?"

Mark Henry thought for a long time, but couldn't find where the hole Li Changan wanted to dig for himself, so he could only answer honestly:
"Now that the Internet is so developed, I've seen it on TV and computers!"

"Oh!" Li Changan dragged his voice, and the expression on his face was that of a sudden realization.

"It turns out that reporter Mark also knows that the Internet is very developed now, and I thought you were from a tribal alliance that sucks blood!"

There was a burst of laughter in the theater.

Mark Henry's face was livid, and he could only listen to Li Changan taking the opportunity to secretly scold him as a barbarian.

You can't deal with others and at the same time prevent them from fighting back.

It doesn't make sense.

Li Changan ignored his ugly face, turned to the audience and said:
"Even reporter Mark's IQ knows how to study online. Am I not as good as him?"

Mark Henry, who was insinuated as mentally handicapped, gritted his teeth: Longguo people, I will bear with you this time.

"...I like western-style magical stories, so I desperately searched for information on this topic on the Internet to enrich myself, so that I can write scripts that are not inferior to those of local writers..."

Li Changan looked at the dull-faced Mark Henry jokingly:

"...I don't know this explanation, is reporter Mark still satisfied?"