~： One hundred and nineteen - I don't remember anything!

At 6:30 the next morning, accompanied by the hurried crowd in the Big Apple, the "Joker" crew composed of multiple trailers arrived on a street in Brooklyn again.

The farce that happened yesterday was still brewing among the staff, and the small circles formed one after another were discussing softly. Nicolas Cage, who was at the center of the incident, had a gloomy face, and he felt uncomfortable in the invisible center of hundreds of people.

The New York police officers who are closed to traffic on both sides of the road are all neatly arranged in their uniforms. There are at least twenty or thirty media reporters in front of them. If any leisurely photographer takes some unbearable photos, The fun would be great.

Originally, it was a good job to come here to perform the task of closing the road. It was much more comfortable than patrolling the streets against the sun. The logistics of the crew on site would also bring them some coffee or something.

Facing a large group of reporters and photographers a few meters away, the police officers were all on high alert. As the bottom managers of this metropolis, no one would know better than them what these small and medium media are all about.

A middle-aged police officer walked out of the crew with a shy belly. With a fat body, he came to the cordon out of breath and said to the police officers guarding here:

"Philip, let them in, the head of the crew will hold a small press conference on the spot."

"Phew!" Philip Raschel let out a long sigh of relief, finally not having to face these troublesome characters. He and two colleagues quickly tore off the yellow cordon and dodged away from the street entrance.

"Gentlemen, be quiet!" Thomson, a heavily fat police officer, calmed down his breathing and shouted to the messy reporters. After everyone's eyes were on him, he waved his hand.

"The crew and producers are asking you to come in, they're going to have a small press conference, gentlemen and ladies, keep quiet, or whoever gets kicked out will be ugly! Come on!"

A large number of media reporters and videographers carrying cameras walked into the street under the leadership of the fat police officer Thomson. The road is not long. The mottled and old sides are full of busy staff, and trailers at both ends obstruct the view outside. .

Taking people to the prepared steps, the fat police officer nodded to John, turned and walked back to the blocked street.

A long table was temporarily built with three tables under the steps. Wayne, John and Nicolas Cage sat behind the table, and Zach Snyder, the guest temporary host, clapped his hands hard.

"Ladies and gentlemen, please keep quiet. At the request of friends from the media, the crew decided to hold a temporary press conference here. I will give you time to ask questions. Raise your hand to ask questions, and I will try to reach everyone!"

After speaking, when the scene was all quiet, Zach Snyder nodded to the three Nicholas Cage sitting in the middle, and pointed to a beautiful reporter in the front row.

The cameramen who followed behind the reporters collectively turned on the camera equipment they carried with them, and all their long guns and short guns were aimed at the three people sitting in front.

"Mr. Greenberg, on the first day of the filming, the actor stayed at the bar overnight. Will this cause a rift between you and affect your cooperation?"

Unexpectedly, the first question turned out to be directed at himself. Wayne smiled at the reporters and put his arms around Nicolas Cage beside him.

"Of course it won't affect our cooperation. Nicola went to that small bar just to better experience the role, but he obviously underestimated the addicts in New York."

The female reporter didn't wait for Zach Snyder to call someone, and asked again:

"You mean Nicolas Cage was tricked?"

"Yes." He didn't take back the arm around the male protagonist, patted him on the shoulder and said, "Nikola wanted to experience the role, but he was inexplicably poured a lot of wine and emptied his wallet."

Zach Snyder waited for Wayne to finish, and immediately pointed to someone else. If this woman kept asking, how long would the press conference be? Is the film still out?

"Mr. Cage, did they give you only spirits? Did they give you anything else?"

"What?" Nicolas Cage first pretended to be stupid, then scratched his hair. "I don't remember, I only remember asking for a beer, and then the memory is that the crew found me and sent me back to the hotel to rest.

When they woke me up, I realized that my wallet had been emptied, and all I had left was a driver's license. "

From the moment Nicholas Cage spoke, the scene was immediately filled with the sound of the shutter being pressed, and the flashing lights flashed from time to time. No matter what he said, as long as the pictures and images were taken, the task of these cameramen was completed.

After Nicolas Cage finished speaking, a reporter immediately asked, "You mean you don't remember anything?"

"Yes, no impression of what happened that night!"

"Mr. Gray, what are the crew going to do about Nicolas Cage's absence from filming?" A reporter dressed like a black woman pointed the radio at the production manager.

"The responsibility for this incident cannot be entirely attributed to Mr. Cage. He is also a victim of this incident. The crew has already reported to the New York Police Department, hoping to find those robbers." John's answer was uneventful, and he was not interested in practicing Tai Chi. No one knows this kind of thing better than the producer.

The black aunt was obviously dissatisfied with the producer's answer, and turned the subject to the party.

"Mr. Cage, a reporter went to the small bar to investigate. Someone witnessed you smoking a lot of leaf cigarettes and drinking half a bottle of spirits. Does this mean that you were sober at the time..."

"Sorry, everyone only has one chance to ask a question!" Zach Snyder interrupted her immediately before she could finish speaking. If no one answered the question, Nicholas Cage would just ask, and then he would return I don't know what it's been twisted into.

"Next person."

"Wayne, you said this matter won't affect your cooperation with Mr. Cage. How is your usual relationship?"

Squeezing out the sunny smile on his face again, Wayne hugged Nicolas Cage happily. "You know, Nicolas Cage and I are the same age, and the two of us can chat very well. In the crew, it's just the difference between different types of work, so we have always been good brothers!"

After he finished speaking, he winked at Zach Snyder, and the assistant director immediately clapped his hands vigorously, drawing attention to himself.

"Okay, ladies and gentlemen, the interview time is over!" He waved to several prop team members. "The crew is about to start filming, come here first today, and I'll send you out!"

"No! One last question, Nicholas, I heard that you not only drank a lot of spirits, smoked leaf cigarettes, and even smoked ancient''''ke'' alkali", this is not a brainless..."

Before the black female reporter could finish speaking, she was surrounded by Zach Snyder and led out. Even her peers who came with her watched silently, this African-American woman just had no brains.

This is the crew of Warner Bros. It's very good for people to hold a temporary press conference to save face, but she doesn't have the brain to ask some sensitive questions. Is she the only one who knows those?

Why don't others touch this mold? Whoever was present didn't know what the matter was. Sometimes these African Americans were really not sober because of their skin color.

As a large number of media reporters left the street, the scene suddenly returned to quiet.

Everyone present was looking at the male protagonist, even while working and paying attention to the news here. John raised his wrist and glanced at the time. It was 7:30, just in time to gather everyone before the shoot.

So he picked up the loudspeaker placed on Director Wayne's chair, turned it on, and called all the employees over. The dense crowd gathered together, and sometimes they put down their things and ran over.

"Okay, everyone be quiet. Mr. Cage has something to say to everyone about what happened yesterday."

Turning his head and looking at Nicolas Cage with an ugly face, John handed the loudspeaker to Susan and asked her to communicate with his client.

After more than ten seconds of silence, Nicolas Cage's unhealthy face suddenly flushed, he took the megaphone and took two steps forward, occupying the front of everyone.

"I apologise to you all for wasting everyone's work time yesterday! I promise, it was never done on purpose, and it won't happen again..."