The plot has reached its first climax. Through the character preparation, the male protagonist has become the standard image of a scumbag in the audience's mind.

Arrogant and domineering, and most importantly, betrayal of marriage.

"Can we play a game now?"

A devilishly low voice came from the other end of the phone and joked: "I bet your so-called little lover, do you have no idea that you actually have a wife?"

Bu Fan was solemn and stopped him quickly, saying, "What do you want to do?"

"Nothing, it's just a chat."

Suddenly a dial sound rang on the other side of the phone, and an unknown thought flashed through Bu Fan's mind. Could it be...

"Hi, Miss Ye Yun, how are you?"

"I am Hu Fei's friend, yes, a very good friend. I don't know if he told you something?"

"He is actually..."

Bu Fan was furious in an instant, turned on the system, and roared hard, trying to stop the other party, but it was still useless.

"I don't believe it!"

"He can't lie to me..."

"How could I have a wife?"

Ye Yun's incredible doubts sounded in his ears. Bu Fan seemed to be a deflated ball, leaning limply against the glass door, his eyes were dull, as if the last fig leaf had been torn apart little by little...

"Do you know why he has a cell phone, but he still calls you every time at a public telephone booth?"

"Do you really believe in those ridiculous excuses?"

"I'll tell you the truth..."

The devil sneered: "Because his wife checks his mobile phone call records every month, so..."

"shut up!"

"What the hell do you want to do?"

Bu Fan shouted at the top of his lungs like a volcano erupting. For him, face is more important than anything else. He worked hard to climb to this day and could not be destroyed.

"Oh oh oh, it seems our hero is a little excited?"

"Okay, Miss Ye, I'm happy to meet you."

"Let's see you later!"

The phone was suddenly hung up. Before Bu Fan could speak, the other party's words completely plunged into an endless abyss.

"It's your turn to be your wife."

"No!"

Bu Fan was like a cat with a stomped on his tail, and instantly burst into fur. He said in horror: "You can't do this!"

Suddenly, the vibration came from his pants pocket. Bu Fan quickly took out his cell phone, staring at the number on the screen, and his hands couldn't help but tremble slightly...

"Why not answer?"

"Oh, I'm sorry, I forgot to tell you something..."

"I just called your wife and told her that you have something extremely important in your heart for a long time."

The devil laughed coldly, as if he had found his favorite toy, and said excitedly: "We must confess to her today, right?" Hu Zhonghua asked the camera to tweet. Bu Fan was worried at this time, his face was pale, his lips were shaking violently, and beads of sweat kept oozing out of his face, as if he was standing on the edge of the abyss, shrouded in endless shadows.

At this time, Bu Fan was like standing on a rope at a high altitude. If the confession to his lover just was just anger and the fact that he had carefully tried to hide was revealed, then his wife...

The deadly bottom line,

You can't even recognize it if you beat it to death!

He hung up his phone suddenly and cursed at the microphone: "What's the matter going to come to me?"

"Come on, you coward, if you have the ability, let's fight alone, I'll beat you to death!"

"Are you scared?"

"Coward!"

No matter how Bu Fan roared and cursed, the other end of the phone was as calm as if dead, and finally a cold voice came from: "It seems that you still don't understand your current situation?"

Just as Bu Fan was about to fight back, a loud noise suddenly sounded in his ears, staring at the shattered glass door on the right, and he was as stupid as a wooden chicken...

gun?

That bastard actually has a gun!

Until now, the audience understood why the movie was called a sniper phone booth.

All the pressure deteriorated instantly. I thought it was just a prank by boring people, and even saw the scumbag being tortured, it felt very pleasant.

But now...

A sneer came from Bu Fan's ear, and the devil finally showed his sharp fangs and said gloomyly: "Now..."

"Can we have a good chat?"

"What's going on over there?"

"I don't know either...it seems like the phone booth exploded?"

"There are still people inside!"

There were more and more passers-by, and I didn't know what happened to the phone booth. Bu Fan looked at his face at a loss, and there seemed to be a pair of cold eyes behind him, staring at his every move.

"Do you know why you choose?"

"Because of your arrogance and arrogantness!"

"It's like the delivery guy just now, you need to learn how to respect others, do you know?"

"So you have to be like a man. A real man must be responsible for his actions, do you understand?"

Bu Fan nodded dullly. Now he is no longer a loss of lover or divorce. His life is in the hands of others, for fear that one word will be wrong, and the next moment it will be the head.

Someone came over next to him and saw Bu Fan’s indifference and said carelessly: “Brother, are you okay?”

"I..."

Just as Bu Fan came to his senses, just as he was about to speak, there was another loud bang, and the glass door behind him was exploded again. The splashing glass residue was like a sharp hidden weapon, and the crowd suddenly exploded.

"There are bombs!"

"Everyone run..."

"Call the police!"

Everyone ran away in scattered places, leaving only Bu Fan himself trembling, and the devil's ridicule sounded in his ears: "So? Are you happy to play?"

"Do you understand what others feel now?"

"Look at the eyes that were afraid of being avoided..."

"It seems like you have a disgusting virus..."

"Think about it carefully. When the detectives come later, how can they tell them what happened..."

"Hahaha..."

The director shouted to stop and ran over to check if Bu Fan was injured. Even if it was special glass, it would be impossible to save any accidents from being so close. The result was fine.

As the plot goes on, the fate of the male protagonist completely reverses. To the audience, the scumbag is hateful, but it has not yet reached the point of being shot by someone.

The emotions developed from the initial disgust to the cheerfulness of someone who was chivalrous and righteous. Suddenly, he found that the other party was a vicious criminal. The fate of the hero reversed several times in just thirty minutes, which made people nervously breathless.

This is the charm of suspense movies.

Next, the criminal police captain Zhao Meng appeared. The actor was an unknown actor and was Hu Zhonghua's long-term friend.

The most expensive scene is coming, the telephone booth is surrounded by extras, and there are also criminal police officers with live ammunition. Everyone's focus is on Bu Fan. The most ridiculous thing is that he is hard to tell. Now he has become the biggest suspect in street explosions!

Having had nothing to do in the evening, Hu Zhonghua asked: "According to this progress, it can be done in more than 20 days. With the post-production editing and production, all of them will be completed at most three months. When do you think we will be released?"

Bu Fan took out his mobile phone calendar. It was mid-May, and three months later it was mid-August. He pondered for a moment: "What about the end of August... or early September?"

"The Golden Horse is also awarding awards in mid-August. It should be no big problem to see Guan Hu's enthusiasm being shortlisted for the award. Then we will make a wave of popularity and then make some noise, which will probably be a good result."

Wang Tian smiled and said, "Heroes see similar things!"

"I've thought about it all. Then I'll cut some exciting trailers, especially if you are alone and helpless, you'll be called every day and the miserable thing, and then you'll be called a terrifying topic, hehehe..."

Bu Fan curled his lips, you have planned it and asked me what I am doing?

Hu Zhonghua suddenly stood up, pointed at the ceiling with a serious face, and shouted: "From now on, I beg my grandfather every day, I hope you can be the emperor with a golden horse!"

"Good... the 26-year-old Golden Horse Actor Award?"

"When the time comes, sweep the entire entertainment industry... what hot searches... super talk... blog fans..."

"Get them all!"

Bu Fan looked at the director who was smiling to the sky, turned around and left without saying a word. Is this guy crazy about money?

No matter how good a work is, it requires exposure. You are not traffic, you can only rely on your work to speak.

Since there is a hope waiting in front, wouldn’t it be stupid?
Chapter completed!