The Eye of the Storm

Chapter 96

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At nine o'clock in the morning the next day, all the media reporters who received the invitations rushed to the press conference site as scheduled.

Zheng Yin contacted the lawyer overnight to prepare the content of the agreement, and asked the reporters present to sign the agreement, which stated the conditions of admission that both parties had reached before—the privacy of Cao Xiuyuan’s family must not be exposed, or he would be held legally responsible.

The recording studio was opaque, and the lighting engineer arranged the lights in the studio overnight. At this moment, the lighting in the studio was bright, and the reporters had occupied the recording space, busy setting up the machines, chatting a few words from time to time, waiting for Liang Sizhe to appear.

A few minutes before nine thirty, Liang Sizhe appeared from the backstage, followed by his manager Xu Yunchu.

When the lighting engineer saw him appear, he turned on the lights on the stage, and the mist poured down instantly, casting a bright circle in the center of the stage. Liang Sizhe walked over and sat on the high stool in the center of Yuanguang.

As soon as he showed up, there was a commotion in the arena, and the sound of the camera clattered densely.

He has a simple shape, black T black pants, and a slightly loose denim jacket. He has always appeared in the media, with a mysterious and rebellious image.

The staff member came up to ask him about the audition. He raised his head slightly, adjusted the miniature microphone stuck on his jawline, and then nodded to the staff member with his head turned sideways.

Xu Yunchu seemed to have exhorted a few words temporarily, and Liang Sizhe took off his denim jacket and handed it to her while responding: "It's a bit boring," he said.

Xu Yunchu took the jacket and returned to the backstage. She is still at ease with Liang Sizhe's ability to accept interviews. Although Liang Sizhe does not cooperate with interviews many times, his ability to adapt to the situation is good. As long as he is willing to cooperate, the results of interviews are usually satisfactory.

There is only one moderator on the stage, who is responsible for calling reporters up to ask questions. At half past nine, the host looked back at Liang Sizhe, Liang Sizhe looked down at his watch, pinched the microphone cable on his face, and said, "Let's start."

Almost all the reporters in the audience raised their hands. The host picked a newspaper reporter in the back row, and the reporter stood up and asked, "Liang Sizhe, there are rumors that director Cao Xiuyuan even knew he would be banned from filming for five years and still signed up for the Academy Awards, just to let you win the Best Actor again. , is this statement true?"

Liang Sizhe looked at the reporter and said, "Mr. Cao didn't tell me what he thought before he signed up for the Academy Award."

"Then do you think that compared with Mr. Zhu Qingyun, who of the two of you is more qualified to be the best actor?"

"Are you qualified as an actor?" Liang Sizhe said, "The jury has already given the results."

"What do you think? Do you think it's fair for the jury to make this choice?"

Liang Sizhe was silent for a few seconds and then asked, "Do you think it's fair?"

After a few seconds of silence, the reporter said, "Now is the time for me to ask you questions."

Liang Sizhe smiled and said, "I think my answer is the same as yours."

He deftly avoided the trap the reporter dug for him. Zheng Yin sat in the audience and looked at Liang Sizhe who was being interviewed. He still remembered the 17-year-old boy who stood in front of him five years ago, and he gave Liang Sizhe a comment that "it's easy to break" at that time, I didn't expect that the young man would have such tenacity to support him to where he is now.

But this problem is just the beginning. The reporters of the big newspapers are more reserved, and there is a bottom line when asking questions. The more you call tabloid reporters and self-media editors, the more tricky the angle of those questions, and the more private the content of the questions.

Until someone asked about his past: "Liang Sizhe, it is said that before you acted in "Thirteen Days", your parents drove a car and killed someone. Is it true?"

The field suddenly quieted down, and everyone waited for Liang Sizhe to answer this question. They dare not ask questions themselves, but if a reporter is willing to ask boldly, they are also happy to watch the excitement.

Seeing that the atmosphere was not right, the host tried to calm down and said, "Si Zhe was an amateur before "Thirteen Days", so he should not answer the questions at this stage."

"Don't you say you have to answer any questions?" the man said while holding the microphone, "I didn't say that when I signed the agreement."

Someone off the field echoed: "Yeah, I'll answer any questions you have."

Liang Sizhe didn't speak, and stared at the man for a few seconds. Zheng Yin, who was sitting off the field, also turned his face to look at the man. It was a small man with an ordinary appearance, and his eyes were shining behind the lenses.

Zheng Yin knew in his heart that this person was the most difficult type of questioner to deal with. They don't take the artist's mood into account, as long as they can write eye-catching news, they can ask anything.

Liang Sizhe, who was sitting in the beam of light on the stage, had both hands casually resting on his bent thighs, but now they are clasped together, breaking the joints on his hands again and again. If the camera zooms in, you can also see the cyan blood vessels on his hands that bulge from the force.

Zheng Yin sighed almost imperceptibly. When discussing matters related to the press conference last night, he reminded Liang Sizhe that there would always be people who would ask questions he did not want to answer when there were more than 100 media present, but Liang Sizhe only said "it doesn't matter" - has he thought about it, is it true? Does it matter

He was only two years older than Cao Ye, Zheng Yin suddenly realized this, but even when he talked to Liang Sizhe five years ago, he never regarded Liang Sizhe as a child. At the beginning of the fight, when Liang Sizhe appeared in front of him, it was a sharp, defensive posture. He never showed weakness, and never gave him the opportunity to treat him as a child.

But when the blade is pointed at people, sharpness is sharp, and hurting others also hurts oneself.

After a moment of silence, Liang Sizhe said, "I refuse to answer questions concerning my family."

The little reporter was aggressive: "If you have to answer any questions, do you not count the agreement we signed when we entered the venue?"

"Answered questions are about me," Liang Sizhe responded calmly, "not about my family."

"Then may I ask," the reporter still refused to give up, "Have you visited the family of the deceased again after so many years?"

Liang Sizhe still didn't answer, looked at him and asked, "Which media are you a reporter?"

"You ask this, are you planning to stop accepting our interviews in the future?"

"There is this consideration."

"Then as long as a reporter asks a question you don't want to answer, you block a media. Does anyone dare to ask questions?"

"No one dares to ask questions," Liang Sizhe said lightly, "Then this press conference can be over."

Xu Yunchu, who was monitoring the situation in the background, saw that the atmosphere in the venue was tense, and urged the host to call the next reporter through his ear. .

The reporter who stood up later also tried to dig up Liang Sizhe's past: "Someone in your school broke the news that you used to be the principal violinist of the school orchestra, so why did you still use a hand substitute when filming "Thirteen Days"?"

He wanted to draw out Liang Sizhe's past, because everyone was interested in Liang Sizhe's life before he became famous. As long as the word "car accident" came out of Liang Sizhe's mouth, the headlines they prepared in advance would come in handy immediately.

However, Liang Sizhe did not agree with their wishes. He refused to open his scars, and sent the question with only three short words: "I do."

The atmosphere of the press conference dropped to a freezing point. All the reporters present saw Liang Sizhe’s uncooperative behavior. Some people began to complain in a low voice. Before coming, they had already written a general manuscript, which was all true or false on the Internet. Just wait. As soon as Liang Sizhe spoke, they could click to publish to grab the hot spot.

But now Liang Sizhe maintains a defensive stance, avoids all sensitive issues, and refuses to talk about his past, so what is the point of this press conference

Another reporter stood up and asked: "It is said that before the filming of "Thirteen Days", you competed with director Cao Xiuyuan's only son for the role of Xiaoman. How did you finally get this role?"

"It's written in the agreement, not to talk about things related to Cao Dao's family." Liang Sizhe said.

"Then turn it back to you. You finally got the role. Is it related to the recent rumors between you and Director Cao?"

"Do you believe me when I say the rumors are false?" Before coming to the press conference, Liang Sizhe overestimated his endurance. Halfway through the interview, he became a little impatient. He felt irritable even when he was dealing with the media, so he simply followed his own path. The temperament, one by one, went back.

The reporters off the field noticed his attitude,

At this time, he saw someone bow down and trot beside Zheng Yin, leaned into his ear and said something, Zheng Yin was sitting in the second row, Liang Sizhe saw that his face seemed to have changed, and his heart sank, What's wrong? Is it Cao Ye or Teacher Cao

Zheng Yin hurriedly said something to the man, then stood up and looked towards the back row, as if looking for someone.

The man quickly trotted all the way to the stage. Originally, Zheng Yin asked him to tell the host to suspend the press conference, but when passing by Liang Sizhe in the center of the stage, Liang Sizhe raised his hand and grabbed the man's arm: "What's wrong?"

"Someone is going to send the video of Director Cao's son," the man said quickly and in a low volume, "It seems that it has been sent, but the video file is too large and has not been uploaded yet. Brother Yin means to suspend the press conference first. …”

Before he could finish speaking, Liang Sizhe's expression changed and he stood up from the high stool.

Seeing Liang Sizhe stand up with a sullen face, the reporters under the stage all followed his line of sight.

Liang Sizhe saw Zheng Yin walking towards the little man who had asked the question before, and the little man also stood up, and the two seemed to be negotiating.

"That's not what you said before you came here," the little man suddenly raised his voice, "If you have any questions, you must answer them, and an hour has passed without answering anything. How can we make headlines with this kind of content?"

"Yes," someone echoed, "It's not the same as what we said!"

"You can't fool us like that, can you?"

"The content written in advance can't be used. It's all about avoiding the important things and not answering anything."

"You can't make headlines at all."

In fact, their complaints are not unreasonable. Liang Sizhe avoided the important and dealt with all the problems lightly. This is his usual style in interviews, bypassing the traps set by the reporters with questions, and using his own way to easily pass them. He doesn't like to make hot spots, and he doesn't want to be the so-called headlines. Offscreen, he only takes those interviews related to movies seriously, and those questions about his private life, he always knows how to change the subject.

But the reporters present were not satisfied with such an answer. Liang Sizhe was too smart and knew how to protect himself, so that all the problems that could become explosive points were solved by him one by one in his own way.

Liang Sizhe took a few steps forward, suddenly squatted down, and jumped off the platform more than one meter high.

The voice of complaining suddenly weakened, and everyone looked back at Liang Sizhe who had walked down the stage, and watched him walk straight towards the little reporter. He was full of anger, and when he sat on the stage, he was filtered by the soft haze, and people could only see the cold expression between his eyebrows and eyes, but now that he has stepped down, everyone can feel that he is not good, and consciously Silence made way for him.

They looked at this young man who had just turned twenty-two, and suddenly realized that he was not imprisoned in the aperture of the stage, a caged sparrow being raised, but a raw meat-eating beast who was temporarily trapped in it, waiting for an opportunity. .

Liang Sizhe walked over, stopped in front of the little man, and glanced at the laptop opened in front of him. The screen displayed an interface for uploading videos. Zheng Yin seems to have tried to click to cancel the upload, but to no avail. The video is still uploading, but the pop-up window for entering the password just popped out.

Liang Sizhe was a head taller than the little man, looked at him condescendingly, and said in a cold tone, "Cancel the upload."

"The big star will end in person," the man raised his head and looked back at him maliciously, "What is the relationship between you and Cao Xiuyuan, as for protecting his family like this?"

The progress bar shows that the upload is 70%, and the number is still rising one by one. The speed is not fast but very stable. In less than a minute, this video will be made public.

Liang Sizhe held the keyboard with one hand, put the computer in front of the little man, and said coldly, "Cancel the upload, hurry up."

"Why? You don't have to talk first."

I don't know if it was an illusion, but the upload speed seemed to be faster. Liang Sizhe asked impatiently, "Are you going to cancel it?"

"I won't cancel," the little man stalked his neck, "you can smash the computer if you can."

When Liang Sizhe raised his hand, the posture was going to smash the computer heavily. Zheng Yin quickly stepped forward to stop him: "Sizhe, don't be impulsive." He grabbed the computer with all his strength and pressed the shutdown button.

"Do you think I'm the only one who wants to release it?" The little man couldn't grab the computer, and yelled at Zheng Yin angrily, "You fool us and make headlines with such a release, and you're obviously playing us as fools!"

There was another round of echoes around, and if things continued like this, it was hard to predict how many media outlets would publish videos without authorization, and things would develop in the direction they least wanted.

Liang Sizhe suddenly reached out and grabbed the little man's collar.

The little man was a little flustered and tried to break free: "What do you want to do? With so many cameras facing you, do you still want to do it?"

But he failed to break free as he wished. This young man in his early twenties had amazing strength, and as soon as he approached, there was a sense of oppression and aggression that could not be ignored. He suddenly realized that Liang Sizhe in the camera had actually restrained his edge, and when he fully released his edge, he was like a lively, dormant beast, and no one could really stop him.

"Don't you want a headline?" Liang Sizhe pressed his hand hard against the wall, leaning over the little man's ear, lowered his voice and said coldly, "Then I'll give you a headline."