Is there any news last night? Why did he have no news at all? Why did the reporters suddenly appear at his doorstep? The publicity of "Good night, good luck" has just begun today. Did the reporters come too early?

George looked at the crowds in front of him and was caught off guard. After a rough look, at least more than a hundred reporters were crowded in his sight, not including what he had not seen in the blind spots of his vision. Such a scene was too exaggerated. Even Brad Pitt's "cheating gate" did not have such a lineup.

George habitually pulled the corners of his mouth, showing an elegant smile, trying to make some jokes, but his eyes were attracted by the postman in front of him, and he was stunned for a moment. The postman appeared in the encirclement of a group of reporters? Such a scene was too weird, and there was a sense of absurd joy.

The postman looked a little panicked - any ordinary person was suddenly surrounded by more than a hundred people, and it was difficult to avoid panic. He stood there at a loss. Every detail of his body was full of his thoughts of running away, but he had to stand in the aisle at the door and wait patiently.

When the postman saw George, his eyes were filled with excitement, and he rushed forward with two big strides. At this time, George had just had time to see him. Just as he was stunned, the postman had already handed out the envelope quickly. "Mr. George Clooney?" Although George was a little surprised, he still kept a smile and nodded. He was about to tease him, but he didn't expect the postman to interrupt directly, "This is your court summons, please sign for it."

George's eyes fell on the envelope and paused, "So this is a Halloween joke?"

If it were normal, this sentence would inevitably cause the reporters to burst into laughter, but at this time it was silent. George couldn't help but panic. He raised his head and looked around for a week. The reporters' eyes were obviously full of expectations, which meant... the reporters knew something he didn't know.

So, what exactly happened?

George took the envelope over and signed quickly under the studder's burning gaze. He originally wanted to say something more to ease the atmosphere, but he didn't want the postman to give him any face and turned around and left. This made George a little embarrassed and angry.

The crowd made way for a road and asked the postman to leave quickly, then closed again, getting closer and closer to the direction where George was. His hot eyes fell on him, as if he could burn his clothes at any time.

George knew that he could choose to escape because this subpoena was also his personal privacy. When he refused to disclose the information, the reporters had no choice but to do anything about him. But George was unwilling to escape.

First, "Good night, good luck" is now full of momentum, and the college public relations will be launched today. He does not want to show weakness. This is the moment when he is proud of his spring breeze, which is incomparable even when the "Eleven Arhats" won the box office victory. Second, he can feel that these reporters came for this summons. Although he does not know the reason, those wolf-like eyes will never give up. He can run away now, but cannot stop the development of the situation.

Therefore, instead of escaping in a mess, it is better to face it calmly. This is a good thing for his image and for the college's public relations.

"Huh, no matter who the prank is, he has succeeded this year." George still said with a calm smile, jokingly, treating the so-called subpoena as part of the Halloween prank. However, the smiles in the eyes of the reporters on the scene made George feel very uncomfortable, because it was not a smile of recognition, but a ridiculous and sarcastic smile.

He lowered his eyes and covered his emotions. George quickly opened the envelope and browsed it in one glance. Then George's eyebrows became uncontrollably entangled - even if his internal strength was as profound as him, he could hardly hide the tsunami in his heart. George even had to read the subpoena content seriously again, as if he was a complete loser.

Lance! It was Lance! It was Lance's sued for the script "Good night, good luck" to plagiarize the infringement of rights!

Crazy, Lancelot Strello must be crazy! That crazy crazy man! The mad dog who spreads the virus after losing his mind! The lunatic who desperately wants to kill the death!

If Lance was standing in front of him at this time, George was not sure whether he would lose his mind or not, throwing his elegant image out of the sky; but even if Lance was not in front of him, George's fist would still be tightened uncontrollably. If he tightened his muscles, his body would be tightened to the extreme, and the summons had been pinched and trembled slightly, as if they would explode in the next moment. After years of cultivation, he reached the verge of collapse at this moment.

Take a deep breath, take a deep breath... Go/him/mom's deep breath! He will now use his teeth to chew off Lance's flesh and blood bit by bit, so that Lance can feel the extreme pain of not being able to survive! Take a deep breath and he must take a deep breath. If his image collapses at this moment, it will be a waste of effort.

For the first time, George found it so difficult to outline the corners of his mouth. The simplest facial expression, smiling, consumed almost all his power at this time.

He raised his head, George faced the reporter with a smile, and then chuckled twice, "So, you all know? I am the only one who is stuck in the dark?" George felt that his nails were about to pierce into his palm, and his strength was close to his full body to maintain his grace at the moment. He tried to respond lightly, but this matter was so difficult. Damn Lance, he was going to tear that bastard into pieces! "Who can tell me what the hell is going on?"

George would not express his position easily because he didn't know what the situation was, nor did he know what Lance revealed, nor what the reporters knew. If he acted rashly at this time, he might have to break his trump card.

"Lance formally filed a lawsuit with the court, suing the script for plagiarism and infringement of 'Good Night, Good Luck'!" A reporter shouted, "So, is it the court's subpoena?" Although it was a question, his words were certain. This was another humiliation for George, as if his character had been questioned.

"Haha, it's really interesting." George's laughter was very dry and difficult. He just felt that his lungs were about to explode, but he had to suppress his emotions. "I think there must be some misunderstanding between Lance and I. I don't know what he said to you, but as we all know, we are good friends and have always been. 'Good night, good luck' This work has been communicating all the time from preparation to release..." The preparatory work that had been put into effect for a while ago finally came into play, "So, there must be some misunderstanding between us. I really don't know what he said to you..."

George always ambiguously avoids the point and fools journalists with clichés. He will not express any opinions until things become clearer.

"Lance said nothing." The reporter's voice rose again, as George repeated the same words twice.

George shrugged easily, "That's true, I believe Lance must have his own difficulties." This sentence seemed meaningful, "We need to communicate well, and after the misunderstanding is resolved, we will inform everyone as soon as possible." George played the trick of avoiding focus and was perfect.

"So, you mean, you haven't plagiarized Lance's script?" But the reporter obviously wouldn't let George go easily.

George folded the subpoena one by one. The seemingly slow movement contained great power, as if he could pull the paper straight away at any time. "Ha." George smiled awkwardly. After all, he was not in politics, and when he encountered such an emergency, he was still a little panicked. This revealed his true emotions, but he quickly covered it up. "I will communicate with Lance and tell everyone after the communication is over."

It is still a set of Tai Chi, bypassing the core issues.

After saying that, George stuffed the subpoena into his suit pocket and took a step forward, "I need to go to work now, please give it up."

Because of George's actions, reporters suddenly surged and began to swarm forward in a bustling manner, "George, have you really plagiarized?" "Is Lance saying true?" "Did the inspiration and first draft of the script come from Lance?" "Do you have nothing to say in the face of such a scandal?" "Did the film critics praise this work because of Lance?" "So did you also contribute to the directorial process?"...

The problem was like a storm, falling down like a storm, leaving George with no room to breathe. He only felt like a destruction canoe bumping in the storm waves. He couldn't help but follow the ups and downs, and the waves kept hitting the head and face, and even breathing became extremely difficult.

In just twenty yards, George seemed to have traveled through mountains and rivers. After walking for fifteen minutes, he had difficulty getting into his car. George held the steering wheel tightly with both hands, and he couldn't vent his anger. He had to escape from the scene first, and after escaping, he calmed down and think carefully about what was going on and how he should deal with it.

Because he had prevented problems before, he still had many choices now, and he could put the blame on Diorama Film, and even break up with Lance and sue Lance for false accusation... Anyway, Lance had no evidence, and he did participate in the creation of the script.

If Lance thinks that this can defeat him, then Lance is too naive. He will not admit defeat, he will never give up easily! He will not easily ruin everything he created with his own hands! If Lance wants to start a war, then he will accompany him to the end!
Chapter completed!