~： Four hundred and seventy-two - collective silence

The sun slowly rose again, and the Big Apple came alive in the morning light. Just after seven o'clock, Wayne yawned and pushed open the bedroom door of the suite.

As usual, Nina was transferring breakfast from the dining car to the table, and Sergey was squatting by the window, wiping the pistol that was always hidden under his arm.

"How do you feel about your body? Are you still uncomfortable?"

The assistant waited for him to sit at the dining table, and while arranging the things on the table, she stuck her head and looked in the direction of the bedroom. "Where's Nami? Does she skip breakfast?"

"It's not very good, I'm still tired, um, I'm trying to get used to breathing through my mouth, and my nose feels completely blocked."

Shrugging his shoulders, Wayne's voice was mixed with a particularly pronounced heavy nasal tone, obviously affected by the stuffy nose. "I didn't call Nami, let her sleep a little longer. Without his role in the past two days, she won't have the chance to rest like this leisurely in a few days."

Reaching out to take the plate handed over by the assistant, he skillfully spread jam on the barley bread, his eyes involuntarily drifted to the stack of newspapers on the table.

"Boss, I hope you won't be frightened."

Nina, who was on the opposite side, noticed his actions, and joked if he meant something: "This is only a part of the authoritative newspapers in North America, but other newspapers have similar content, and these are very representative."

"uh-huh."

Taking a big bite of the bread, Wayne's attitude was rather casual, and he snorted twice. "It doesn't matter, what the media is all about, I have seen it for a long time, and they report whatever they want."

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As he said that, he held the bread in one hand, ate it slowly and slowly, and picked up the top newspaper with one hand. This is a piece of today's "Washington Post". Wayne didn't bother to read the current affairs news in front of him, so he turned the page and looked at the report in the entertainment section.

"The North American summer season has come to an end, and Warner Bros. has become the biggest winner this year. The big productions released have far surpassed its competitors at the box office, especially "The Matrix," an R-rated sci-fi film that started this summer. , has become an unexpected dark horse at the box office, with more than $170 million in North America alone..."

Whenever the end of the year is approaching, the media will always make a summary of the films released this year. This has almost become a routine. Wayne did not continue to look back. The data listed in the press release is more than anyone else. clear.

With doubts, his eyes moved down again, and finally he saw the news report about "The Dark Knight".

"Yesterday afternoon, the DC superhero masterpiece that countless fans were looking forward to, Batman's second "The Dark Knight", has officially started filming in New York. The crew held a media meeting on the set, and director Wayne Greenberg answered. Many questions, he said, this much-anticipated film will meet with the majority of fans no later than the end of June next year..."

"what?!"

After swallowing the bread in a few bites, Wayne threw the Washington Post aside, frowned slightly, and picked up a newspaper again, which was the most famous New York Times in New York.

Similar to that Washington Post, it does mention the Dark Knight crew, but the press release mentions only the stuff he mentioned at the press conference and nothing else.

This is obviously not normal. The entertainment media is a bunch of stuff. No one knows better than him. Even if there is no news, these reporters will deliberately over-interpret the answers of the interviewees, and constantly try to create disputes and cause explosions. .

Several newspapers are similar, but none of the authoritative media that can be called by name mentions what happened at noon yesterday. It seems that everyone has collectively forgotten. If he hadn't experienced it himself, Wayne would have felt hallucinations.

"Sergey!" Putting down all the newspapers in doubt, he turned to look at the Russian bear who was gobbling down.

Sergey stopped what he was doing and looked at his boss with some amusing. "Yes?"

While answering, he also looked at Nina, who was sitting across from the dining table, with obvious smiles on their faces, as if they had known for a long time that such a scene would happen.

"What about the other entertainment newspapers?"

Facing Wayne's question, Sergey raised his eyebrows and said directly: "Boss, don't look at it, Nina and I have both screened it in the morning, and no media reported what happened at noon yesterday, this is not you. Want to see it?"

"Boss, you have created a miracle!" Nina put down the sandwich in her hand, put away all the expressions on her face, looked at the man across the table seriously, clapped her hands lightly, and said, "A man destined to be planted in media history. miracle."

The whole thing is really weird. All the staff in the crew, starting from the hotel in the morning, all the way to the set of the **** bank building, are discussing this matter. A member of the circle, they wanted to break their heads, but they didn't find a past explanation for the whole thing.

Everyone knows the virtues of the entertainment media. The quality of these reporters is uneven, but it is certain that most of them are things that have no bottom line for newspaper sales.

Let’s just say the paparazzi who have been guarding the entrance of Greenberg Manor for a long time. They are essentially a member of entertainment reporters, but in order to hype Wayne’s lace news, these people take turns and regularly go to the trash can outside the manor every day.

The same thing is almost uncommon. The Tom Cruise family, not far from Greenberg Manor, was treated even more than the Wayne family.

"Nikola? What are you doing? Do you want me to teach you how to act? Focus your **** attention, if you make such a low-level mistake again, I will let you apologize to all the staff in the group at lunch time! "

From the first shot in the morning, Wayne's calm, icy voice continued to sound on the set. As long as the old man of the core creative team knows his work habits, there is almost no scene of loud roaring and anger, but with such calm and cold words, with the ice cube face, everyone feels that , would rather face a director who would break out from time to time.

The thing is actually very simple. In a conversation where the clown killed the school bus driver, then took off the mask and talked to the bank staff, there would be three consecutive line errors. This kind of low-level error is completely a performance of inattention.

Maybe it was the smooth shooting progress yesterday afternoon, which gave everyone an illusion. Wayne obviously didn't care about Nicolas Cage's feelings, he threw down the megaphone in his hand, and stood from the director's chair with a blank expression. He got up and took a few steps to the other side.

"I just saw you smiling on camera?"

Starting this morning, the atmosphere in the crew was a little impetuous, and Wayne simply took Nicolas Cage as a chicken. "Listen, did I write you a script that wasn't clear enough? Or did you think you could improvise in a simple shot like this? Aha, big star?"

Under the watchful eyes of countless people in the crew, Nicholas Cage's face, even with the thick makeup of the clown, slowly flushed red at a speed visible to the naked eye.

He took two deep breaths and threw Wayne's serious nasal irony out of his mind, and said, "It's my fault, as long as I think about the news in the media today, I can't help being distracted! Give it to me! Five minutes, I'll adjust."

"Ok."

Wayne nodded, turned and walked towards the director's seat, shouting loudly, "All departments reset, rest for ten minutes."

Now is working time, and he does not want to affect the normal work of the crew because of off-site factors. Truck driver James Cameron has been outspoken to the media countless times, and he bluntly said that every time he starts shooting a new movie, the most annoying thing is to be affected by various media reports.

Other directors have more or less similar ideas, and Wayne is no exception. But normally, a large-scale production with an investment of hundreds of millions is naturally the focus of the media reporters’ cameras. Production companies or investors also need to start promoting the film as soon as possible, so that more fans can enter the theater.

A medium-to-large production crew is usually composed of at least hundreds of different staff members, especially the improvised crew, almost everyone has their own ideas. Therefore, you can often see scenes of gangs and gangs in the Hollywood crew, and scenes of constant conflict. Any little disturbance will likely affect the progress of the shooting.

The crew composed of Wayne's core team is actually an outlier in Hollywood. Although there are occasional frictions between each other because of work or personality, but most of the time, these people can distinguish the importance of it. Everything is work-oriented, and the atmosphere expressed is naturally more harmonious.

Another point is the control that absolute power brings. After a few big sticks on Nicolas Cage, everyone put their crankiness aside, and the filming began to gradually get on track.

Although Wayne has always maintained an ice cube face on the surface, he was very satisfied with the amazing shooting progress. The tacit cooperation of the crew behind the scenes, coupled with the good condition of Nicolas Cage, enabled the crew to complete all the exterior shots in the bank building more than a day ahead of schedule, allowing them to transition to the suburbs ahead of schedule to shoot the blasting scene.

Just as Wayne led the "Dark Knight" crew and put the filming on the right track, Jeff Robinoff, the CEO of Warner Bros., unexpectedly appeared at the Group Building in New York.

"This is a huge opportunity!"

Sitting in the lounge area of ​​the CEO's office in Times Building, Jeff Robinoff held a thick cigar in his hand and looked at the old boss across from him seriously. "For the sake of a little boy's childhood, all the media in North America "collectively lost their voices", and all channels did not mention the robbery case! This is a miracle, we can't let it go!"

"Don't worry, Jeff."

Sitting across from him is the former Warner Bros ceo and the current Time Warner helm Kevin Tesuhara. "Three days, this is a tacit understanding period for all media, and Time Magazine has made all the preparations."