I want to make headlines

Chapter 541 Seattle Documentary
The drama manager was pinned to the ground by the police?
Move the gun?

Don't give me another shot!
Zhou Shen didn't make a phone call in his urgency, and directly slapped on the door of the room to call out a few crew members with good English. In his panic, he didn't even notice that his clothes were put on backwards.

If a life accident happened to someone from his own country, then the whole crew would probably be finished!Tens of millions of investment will be in vain!All the hard work of the members will go to waste!
Zhou Shen's brow was sweating in a hurry, and he turned his head with an ugly and terrible expression: "You guys, call Lao Chen, and the other one calls the person at Warner." Did not say to call the embassy.

The matter is still unclear, calling the embassy is very easy to make things worse, and the film crew like myself is easy to be noticed by the media!
Be sure to misunderstand!It must be a misunderstanding!
The accident location mentioned on the phone just now is not far from the hotel. Although everyone's tense mentality has eased a little these days, those who are unfamiliar with the place still focus on the hotel.

Zhou Shen's upper and lower lips were tightly drawn together. At first he walked quickly, but he couldn't help running while walking, and the people behind him were talking on the phone while running with the director—although the group of people were in a hurry But I still have some scruples about the image of the Chinese, but I ran crazy when I ran, and kept running on the streets of the exotic Seattle.

The scene of the accident was not far away, and Zhou Shen saw a few familiar faces from the crew explaining something excitedly next to the two middle-aged fat policemen, while a few farther away, scattered foreigners were looking over here, Still holding the phone in his hand.

Zhou Shen was a little relieved, it seemed that the worst was not the case.

He took a few breaths and walked in the direction of the police.

"Stop! Take your hands out of your pockets slowly!" A fat policeman turned around impatiently, and when he saw Zhou Shen and the others approaching, he immediately showed vigilance.

Zhou Shen hastily let go of the phone he was holding tightly, took out his hand and slowly raised it above his head according to his words.

At this moment, the phone in his pocket vibrated.

Zhou Shen didn't know who it belonged to, but this meeting definitely couldn't be accepted. If he made a sudden action of pulling out his pocket, he might be in the newspaper the next day—director Huaxia was shot dead by the police in the United States.

As for whether this can cause a sensation, or "the staff of the Huaxia crew was shot and killed by the police in the United States" is more horrifying, then I don't know.

Fortunately, I raised my hand without causing follow-up actions by the police, and fortunately, the director who was pinned to the ground was still alive at the moment, but looked a little sluggish.

The crew standing next to the policeman pointed to Zhou Shen and explained a few words. The fat policeman looked him up and down and waved at Zhou Shen. When he came up to him, he asked, "Are you a director?"

Zhou Shen nodded quickly: "Yes, I came here to make a movie."

The fat policeman nodded, and said simply: "OK, we suspect that your companion is involved in the marijuana trade and needs to be taken back."

Zhou Shen glanced at the person on the ground, very surprised: "Huh?"

At this moment, Wu Xibo and Tang Wei, who got the news, and several staff members also arrived at the scene.

"Director, what's going on?"

"Why did you call the police?"

"Director Zhou, what happened to Xiao Yang?"

In an instant, the surroundings became noisy, and the two policemen just watched the situation without speaking.

Zhou Shen's mind was about to explode. He asked the assistant director who had called him early in the morning and was also communicating with the police: "Director Zhao, what's going on?"

The deputy director of the crew, Zhao Chen, is an old fritter who has been in the industry for a long time, but he seldom follows the crew abroad. This is the first time he is in Seattle. He is not usually in charge of shooting matters, but just smoothes out the routine.

Zhao Chen briefly talked about the situation. Xiao Yang, who was lying on the ground, went to a bar for a drink. After he came out, he chatted with a black man and was stopped by the police not far away. Afterwards, because he did not follow the police's request, the situation came to the present .

"Are the police suspecting that Xiao Yang bought marijuana from someone else? Doesn't it prove that he didn't find it? Why didn't they go to that black man instead of looking for Xiao Yang?" Wu Xibo was a little puzzled, and picked a few wrong Ask about the solution.

Zhao Chen shook his head: "Maybe it's because the tone of his words was a bit aggressive, but Xiao Yang has a hot temper."

Hot is hot, and he was also punished by being hot on the ground, but now the matter has to be resolved. Zhou Shen looked at the sluggish Xiao Yang, and relaxed a little.

However, two fat policemen walked towards Xiao Yang, one tried to pick him up, and the other opened the door of the police car.

"Hey, Mr. Police, what are you doing here?" Zhou Shen took two steps quickly and asked loudly.

"Take it back and investigate."

Zhou Shen immediately uttered loudly the doubts raised by Wu Xiubo just now, but the police didn't respond and were just about to get into the car.

These two have guns on their bodies, and the American police are also good at using guns, especially when facing people of color.

When Zhou Shen felt helpless, Tang Wei who was behind walked forward, handed over the phone in his hand, and said to Zhou Shen: "Forrest Gump called, and he said he couldn't reach you."

"Did you talk to him?" Zhou Shen's eyes lit up, thinking that A-Gump could contact Warner, and his words would definitely attract Warner's attention.

Tang Wei shook his head: "It's not too late yet."

Zhou Shen immediately took the phone, told the story in a few words, and bravely stood in front of the police car.

The policeman in the driver's seat stuck his head out of the car window impatiently, warning repeatedly.

Gan Jingjing on the other end of the phone listened to the words of the young director in his studio, paused for a while and said, "Director Zhou, hand the phone to the policeman, and I'll chat with him."

"What?" Zhou Shen was puzzled. Why don't you call Warner immediately to clear the relationship?Does A-Gump know people from the police station here?

He dubiously walked to the car window and tentatively handed over the phone.

The fat policeman has a full face. Two eyes, one nose, and one mouth are combined to form the word "annoyance". He looked at this oriental face coldly, and took the phone over to see what it was.

Zhou Shen anxiously watched the policeman answering the phone, and watched in amazement that his face slowly changed from an impatient and fat face to a soft and fat face. The changes in his expressions were as big as two people.

At the very least, if they didn't appear in front of them at the same time, Zhou Shen would never be able to tell the difference.

At the end, the policeman even laughed kindly before handing the hung up phone to Zhou Shen.

He took a look and said, "So you are Forrest Gump's crew? Well, let's not make an example."

After finishing speaking, the policeman got out of the car and opened the rear door, grabbed the leader of Xiao Yang on the back seat and dragged him out of the car. He didn't bother to say a word to the person involved, but just nodded at Zhou Shen and got back into the car. Dust away.

On the streets of Seattle at night, a group of Chinese people looked at each other, and Zhou Shen and Xiao Yang were even more confused.

What the hell happened tonight?
What happened in this phone call?
　CD cooling, Chapter 2 in the morning.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)