The Great Showbiz Commando novel Chapter 24

"Some people's comments are really ridiculous. Culbert committed crime by himself and was arrested. How could he blame it on the film crew? Did the crew force him to engage in prostitution? At the thought of the model couple in the entertainment circle, I can't help laughing. "

"Some keyboard men are really good at talking. Do you want everyone in the crew to wait for Culbert for six months? Who could afford to wait? Will you pay for the filming? Do you know how much it will cost for the crew to wait for him? "

"Well, then why can the other film crew wait for Culbert? In other words, I think Culbert has stains in his background, so his contract was terminated "

"Well, you don't know what happened, do you! Culbert has already finished the shooting in that crew. That crew said that they were willing to wait for six months on purpose because the TV series would be broadcast at that time. Now they are deliberately increasing publicity. " A picture was attached.

The picture was posted by Culbert on micro-blog to celebrate cranking up, and now this picture had been officially deleted. No matter how hard they searched in the film crew's micro-blogs, they couldn't see it. Fortunately, there were some onlookers saved it at first.

Originally, many netizens who were filled with righteous indignation were about to curse the Storm. Seeing the tearing comments, they immediately understood the action of the Storm changing actors.

"There are so many negative comments about him. Don't wash his dirty hands in vain. Rumormongers couldn't prove his innocence."

In Culbert's agent company, when the agent saw the comments on the Internet, he had a headache.

The assistant asked anxiously, "What should we do? Now the netizens are cursing Culbert. It seems that the online rumormongers we hired don't work well. "

The agent looked at the assistant and asked, "What did Miss May say? Is she willing to apologize for Culbert in the public? "

The assistant shook her head with a straight face and said, "Miss May was so angry when she heard the news. She is still in the hospital. Miss May didn't want to apologize. She said she didn't do anything wrong and it was only Culbert's fault. Why should she go to the press conference with a big pregnant belly to apologize. She... She said she wanted to divorce Culbert. "

"Well, I'll think about it again. If there's nothing else, you can go downstairs." The agent waved his hand impatiently to let the assistant leave.

On the Storm film set, Director Quentin asked the mic-blog editor, "How are the comments on the Internet now?"

"The netizens are very rational now. Most of them are on our side and quarrel with rumormongers in the comments."

Director Quentin read the comments on a few pages and smiled helplessly, "These children are so powerful now. I'm old and can't understand these network language."

"Director Quentin, you are not old at all. You look only forty years old. As the saying goes, a man in his forties is a blooming flower." The manager beside them joked.

Director Quentin was amused by them and laughed, "Okay, okay. You guys are so sweet."

"Bang!" The door of the meeting room was immediately pushed open. The loud noise made everyone look back at the same time.

The scriptwriter with dirty hair, gaunt face and bloodshot eyes strode towards Director Quentin with a pile of things in her arms. Before Director Quentin could figure out what was going on, she immediately said, "This is the outline and the new script. You can discuss with me tomorrow after reading it. I just want to have a good sleep now."

Then she turned around and staggered back to the meeting room. The door was not closed and she fell asleep on the sofa.

Director Quentin flipped through the script with a smile.

"I think it's better than the one before." The producer nodded and said.

After reading the script, the whole crew agreed to start the new script.

In the dormitory, Muriel was lying on the bed and texting Richard. Since she came back to the capital city, the two had maintained contact no matter how busy they were.

Sitting on the sofa, her assistant Lydia played with her mobile phone and peeked at Muriel She rolled her eyes and asked casually, "Muriel, what are you doing?"

"I'm playing with my phone." Muriel said slowly, keeping her eyes on the phone.

Lydia scratched her head and continued to ask, "What are you playing with your phone for?"

"I just want to play some games for fun." Muriel clicked on the message and lied indifferently.

"Okay." Lydia lowered her eyes and Muriel glanced at her out of the corner of her eye.

Muriel rubbed her uncomfortable stomach, threw her phone on the bed and went to the bathroom.

Lydia looked at the closed door of the bathroom. She tiptoed to the bed and reached for Muriel's phone.