The cold night wind blows, and the coldness of the beach actually makes people notice a hint of coolness. This is indeed rare for Los Angeles, which is as spring as spring. Tianlai Novel. | 2

"You'd better live in the city. Stay in Malibu, and those paparazzi won't stop." Walking side by side with Lance towards the gate, Edward teased, "And it's much more convenient to attend parties in the city."

"How do you know, I'm not trying to avoid those parties?" Lance said seriously, making Edward stunned, and cast a carefully gaze. After a while, he was sure that Lance was joking. He couldn't help but smile and shook his head, his face full of helplessness.

From a distance, you can see the bustling crowds under the street lights at the gate. Just a glance can see at least twenty people, maybe more. Edward was not surprised at all, "Look, I said, even if you drive back here every day, they won't let you go." After sighing, Edward did not wait for Lance's response, raised his chin and looked, "It should be the end of the Golden Globe Awards. You said that they could not wait to come over, not even waiting for the red carpet of the celebration banquet. Is it good news or bad news?"

Lance shrugged, "It seems bad news." To be honest, Lance is waiting for bad news, because there is only bad news, which is a good thing for the "Rampant Road", otherwise they would not be able to perform any effect in the academy public relations period before. However, the wheel of history has changed its trajectory, and he doesn't know how much news from his previous life can be done accurately.

"Then I'll guess the good news, tomorrow's breakfast coffee?" Edward made a bet casually. Lance pursed his lips, even if he had agreed to the bet. Edward took a step forward and actively walked towards the reporters gathered at the door. Without waiting for the other party to ask questions, he asked loudly, "What's the result?"

The answer to Edward was silence, and the reporters looked at each other, not sure how to answer Edward's question, nor how to express the weirdness of the Golden Globes tonight.

But Edward turned his head helplessly, and then faced Lance's glittering eyes, as if saying, "I told you." Edward put his hands in his pocket speechlessly, patted Lance on the shoulder, and said in a prank, "Caramel Macchiato." Lance likes to eat sweets, it is no secret. On the set, he always has a bunch of sweets on his hands, either chocolate or rainbow candy, and even drinking coffee is sweet, so Edward deliberately said the drink of a little girl like "Caramel Macchiato". After that, without waiting for Lance to protest, he took steps towards the group of reporters, "Get, Give, Give."

After walking out of the crowd, Edward got into the taxi that he had already applauded in advance, and without saying goodbye, he left straight away.

The reporters couldn't react and their eyes fell on Lance again. They were still the same clothes in Burbank today, with dark gray shirts and ink black suit pants, and pure wool dark green casual suits. It seemed that the time gaps in the past few hours did not exist at all, and they instantly returned to the door of Burbank photography base again.

Lance raised his eyebrows, "So, isn't anyone going to tell me what's going on?"

This sentence was thrown away, and the short balance was broken. The sound of questions rushed in, and Lance was submerged in an instant. He was not in a hurry. He stood quietly, quietly waiting for the first wave to pass, and then repeated again, "So, what's going on?"

The reporters then regained their rationality, exchanged sights, and finally sent a representative to briefly summarize, "Lance, at the Golden Globes tonight, the 'Raging Road' returned empty-handed again. What do you think about this?"

"Where is the 'Queen'?" Lance asked back.

The reporter was a strange face, and there were too many focuses tonight. The main reporters of major newspapers and magazines probably would still stay in the city to interview the Golden Globes celebration party, so they almost didn't know anyone who came to Malibu. He was obviously not familiar with Lance's style, and he got stuck for a moment, and then he coughed with saliva. The reporter standing next to him had to answer for him, "Best Actress and Best Screenwriter in the Drama."

"Not bad." Lance nodded and expressed his affirmation. As the first work independently produced by Chaos Pictures, it is indeed worth having such a happy achievement, which also proves that Lance's strategy is correct.

"But, the 'Raging Road' has not won a prize again." This time the question was about familiar faces. Brian Barlow, who seemed to be late, squeezed up from behind the crowd, his voice drifting a little in the sea breeze.

Lance raised his chin and glanced at Brian, chuckled and said, "It takes a little luck to win the award. Maybe my luck is not enough." Lance was in a very relaxed moment. The next college public relations can continue according to the established strategy. "Why, I thought you would be happy to see such a result."

Lance's rhetorical question made the reporters' eyes fall on Brian in unison. Brian was much more experienced in dealing with such a situation. He directly ignored Lance's counterattack, "So, are you protesting if you absent the Golden Globes tonight?"

"I really can't take time when I'm busy with work." Lance's words were still high-sounding, at least maintaining a harmonious face. "I thought the Golden Globes were full of stars tonight, and no one would notice my absence." He put a high hat on the Golden Globes, eased the atmosphere.

"Tonight someone accurately predicted the award results of the award ceremony, which seemed to be suspected of internal operations. What do you think about this?" Brian's question was a bit fragmented. After all, rumors in the circle were just rumors, not evidence of black and white text on the newspaper. The source of the rumors was even more inexplicable. It was not so easy to explain the ins and outs, which led to a strange problem.

"Wait, I don't understand what you mean. You mean that the award results were leaked in advance? Isn't this a mistake in confidentiality work?" Lance would not be fooled easily. He cannot respond to such sensitive issues in public, otherwise the war will be officially started.

Brian looked at Lance talking lies openly, holding his breath in his chest, but explained, "Before tonight, someone predicted the list of awards, and the results were 100% consistent with the awards, including some unexpected unpopularity, including the results of the 'Rampant Road'. Don't you think this is really a coincidence?"

"Ha, isn't such predictions available every week?" Lance chuckled, "Gao Wen will participate in the espn event results prediction every week. If Gao Wen's accuracy rate is 100%, I think it means Gao Wen's analysis is sufficient and his vision is vicious and accurate. I never thought that there is anything else." Such interpretation made the reporter unable to start. Brian looked at Lance with sharp eyes, and his intuition was roaring: Lance must know some inside information! However, Lance gritted his teeth and was unwilling to admit it, and he had no choice.

"So, what do you expect from the Oscars?" Brian asked again, with the Golden Globes as the boundary, the awards season has been halfway through and has officially entered the sprint stage.

Lance raised his right hand, crossing his index finger and middle finger together, "This should be the only thing I can do." Then Lance shrugged, "Or, the professional who accurately predicted the Golden Globe Awards... can I predict the Oscars and prepare me mentally in advance?" The joking words made the reporters chuckle, and then Lance did not stop for much, turned around and walked towards the villa.

But obviously the reporters were unwilling to give up, "Lance, will you attend the Golden Globes next year?" "So far, have you gained nothing at the Golden Globes, do you have any special ideas?" "The 'Raging Road' has no gains, do you think there is a shady scene?"... Questions are heard one after another, but Lance's footsteps have not stopped at all. Under the dim street lights, it gradually drifted away, and finally disappeared.

The reporters stood there a little frustrated, but soon disappeared. Although they hit a wall at Lance, the explosion point tonight was not just a "rambling road". What would the "Walkward" who lost to the "Tower of the Sky" feel? Doesn't Clint feel strange when he lost to Martin? What happened to the "Sunshine Beauty" being upset? The script department actually won the "Queen"? There is also the acting department, and the acting department also revealed some unpopularity tonight, such as Leonardo DiCaprio was again down? Why did the rumors in the industry have been so convincing that they accurately predict the distribution of major awards? Is this accidentally leaking the news or is there an insider secret operation?

Focus, all are focus. The controversy over the Golden Globes has just begun. Lance can play Tai Chi, but the reporters do not intend to give up easily. The Hollywood Foreign Press Association has numerous controversies. They are obviously the Foreign Press Association, but almost all of their members are Americans, just working in foreign media. The association has less than 80 members, and how does such a small institution select the list of winners; the association is nominally a public welfare organization, but they have not contributed to the American film industry, so how does the income from the award ceremony disappear? The association is composed of reporters, not film critics, not professional film practitioners, so how does their profession and authority begin... Now, there are tricks in the list of winners of the Golden Globes, and all clues point to an answer:

The Hollywood Foreign Press Association is a transfer station for interests. The winning results of each year are undoubtedly the result of a comprehensive game between major film companies, colleges, and major film critic associations. This year's "Rampage Road" performance is so strong, it is completely ignored. This is really unreasonable for the Golden Globe Awards, which boasts entertainment to death. The only explanation is that Chaos Film has become a victim of power struggles and interests entanglements. Then, all the rumors in the circle before can make sense.
Chapter completed!