When Mu Rong returned to the conference hall, the creative team was all present, and the press conference began.

When the question-and-answer period came, Mu Rong understood why Zhang Bozhi was in a bad mood.

Most of the reporters came for her.

"Ms. Cecilia Cheung, a reporter recently photographed you going to a nightclub to get drunk late at night for several days in a row. What is your response to this?"

"Ms. Zhang, Nicholas Tse has just released a photo album. Have you read it?"

…

Faced with the reporters' bombardment of questions, Zhang Bozhi's face became even colder.

Last year, she announced her relationship with Xie Tingfeng, a well-known star in the Hong Kong film and television industry, but they broke up after only half a year.

However, since then, every time a reporter interviews him, the topic will more or less come to Nicholas Tse.

With a hoarse voice, she said impatiently: "I don't answer topics that have nothing to do with the movie."

The reporters obviously refused to let her go, and they still spared no effort to ask her questions, trying to dig out some valuable information.

But Zhang Bozhi directly crossed her arms and leaned on the back of the chair, assuming an uncooperative posture.

Seeing her like this, the reporters were helpless.

She doesn't answer the question, and you can't pry her mouth open to force her to answer.

So the reporters turned their guns and started asking other people questions.

"Director Du, may I ask why you cast a new actor as the leading actor in this movie?"

A male reporter sitting in the first row of the press box asked the first question.

Hearing this question, Mu Rong, who had been looking at him, raised his eyes and looked at him.

Then, Mu Rong calmly put his right hand under the table, shook it gently, and a pebble the size of a grain of rice fell into his palm.

These are the pebbles he just found in the flower pot in the lounge. They are just the right size.

Du Qifeng picked up the microphone and answered calmly: "When I choose an actor, I only look at whether they are suitable or not. I think Ah Rong is the most suitable actor for this drama, so I will choose him!"

This answer obviously did not satisfy the male reporter. He stood up and asked: "Director Du, it is understood that Mr. Mu Rong is a contracted artist of Huayi Film and Television in China..."

Hearing his words, Mu Rong's hand under the table suddenly flicked.

stop!

The stone quietly flew out from under the table, wiped the granite floor and flew to the front of the press box. It bounced on the ground and then flew upwards. At a tricky angle, it directly hit the connection between the male reporter's jaw and Adam's apple.

.

There is the Shanglianquan point, also known as the Ya point.

The male reporter felt as if he had been shocked at the top of his throat and his tongue was numb.

He quickly raised his hand and patted his chin. He looked around in shock, but found nothing.

Hearing him stop mid-question, the reporters all turned to look at him curiously.

The male reporter came back to his senses and hurriedly spoke again, wanting to continue asking questions.

“&￥&%￥&……%￥”

He opened his mouth to say something, but all he made was a whimpering sound, and it was completely unclear what he said.

He was obviously stunned and a little confused.

"What did you say?"

Du Qifeng signaled: "Please speak louder, I can't hear you clearly."

He opened his mouth, moved his jaw left and right, opened his mouth again, and spoke louder, but the words he spoke were still whimpering, as if he had no tongue.

This time, he was a little panicked.

Biting his tongue hard, he tried again, but still couldn't speak.

“Ah!@￥%……#&……#”

He suddenly became anxious, gesticulating with his hands desperately, pointing at his mouth, and shouting Ababa.

People on both sides were confused and didn't know what he was doing.

"What’s wrong with you?"

Du Qifeng was also confused by him.

He was so anxious that he stamped his feet like an ant on a hot pot. He finally remembered the pen and paper in his hand, wrote a sentence, and handed it to a female reporter beside him.

The female reporter took it, looked at it, and quickly explained: "I'm sorry, my colleague suddenly became speechless. He may need to go to the hospital."

"That's it! Then you should pay more attention to your health!"

Du Qifeng suddenly understood and raised his hand to the director's assistant: "A Liang, send the reporter off."

"No, no, I'll just send him there."

The female reporter declined repeatedly, supported the male reporter and hurriedly left the press conference.

Arriving at the elevator entrance, the female reporter looked back in the direction of the conference hall, then lowered her voice and asked anxiously: "What are you doing? Why didn't you ask half of the question?"

"Ababa! Ah, come on!"

The male reporter said helplessly, took out a pen and paper, and wrote to answer her: "I'm really speechless, and I don't know why!"

"Is it aphasia?"

The female reporter looked at him doubtfully: "You must have had a stroke, right?"

With his eyes widened in horror, the male reporter hurriedly shouted, writing on the paper: "Send me to the hospital quickly!"

No anti-theft

The female reporter glanced at his handwriting and asked, "Then I'll take you to the hospital. What should I do here?"

The male reporter was stunned and immediately fell into hesitation.

After hesitating for a moment, he gritted his teeth and wrote on the paper: "You stay here to do the work, I will go to the hospital by myself."

"Can you do it?"

The female reporter looked at him worriedly.

"You have to do it even if it doesn't work! Don't let the duck fly if it reaches its mouth!"

The male reporter looked ruthless as if he wanted money rather than his life.

"Okay then! You go first, and I'll come find you after I'm done here."

The female reporter put the male reporter in a taxi and hurried back to the press conference.

Seeing her leaving and returning, Du Qifeng asked doubtfully: "Is your colleague okay?"

"Oh, he's fine. He's just a little tired. I asked him to go back and rest first."

The female reporter explained awkwardly and returned to her original position.

When Du Qifeng heard this, he didn't care. He looked at other reporters and asked, "Any more questions?"

The female reporter calmed herself down, and after the other reporters asked two more questions, she raised her hand and asked, "I have a question for Mr. Mu Rong."

Mu Rong looked at her with a smile and nodded: "Excuse me."

The female reporter stood up and asked: "According to your information, you are an artist from Huayi Film and Television in Mainland China, but it is said that you..."

Halfway through her question, her jaw suddenly went numb, her whole body trembled, and she was stunned on the spot.

Seeing that she stopped mid-question again, the reporters all looked over.

The man just stopped talking midway through the question. Why is she like this too?

Are you also speechless?

"What?"

Mu Rong looked at her with a smile: "You continue."

The female reporter touched her chin and opened her mouth to say something, but she only came out with a string of nonsense that was exactly the same as the male reporter just now.

"%￥￥*￥......&Ababa!"

Buzz!

There was a commotion in the press box.

what's the situation?

Why do these two people become speechless mid-sentence?

Mu Rong looked at the female reporter who was covering her chin and almost crying with anxiety, her expression calm.

He already knew that someone was out to get him, how could he let them succeed?

Wang Zhongjun had no idea who he wanted to deal with.


Chapter completed!