American fame and fortune

More and more people gathered around to watch the excitement.

Not far away, people from the Harry Potter crew also came.

With so many stars in the studio, Emma Watson is now the brightest star in the night sky.

Several photos were taken, and Bruce didn't stop, he kicked the accelerator and ran towards the crew.

"What's the situation?" Martin was still listening to the voice from behind: "I heard the girl in front yelling firecrackers and attacked Emma Watson."

Bruce was also listening carefully, and recorded the sound by the way: "It seems that someone bombed Hermione with a firecracker in the toilet."

Firecrackers blast toilets, what a talent!

Martin immediately thought of one person and said, "Saoirse Ronan the Voyeur!"

Bruce nodded: "It's probably her. She just ordered some firecrackers at noon, and she had a conflict with Emma Watson."

Both Martin and Bruce are back, and many people from the crew rushed there.

There was no one on the trailer side. After parking the battery car, Martin was going to get his bag and return to the hotel.

In the dark place on the left, a black shadow suddenly flashed out.

Martin reacted very quickly, and before anyone could run up to him, he held his neck, and with a bang, pressed him onto the carriage.

This person is wearing a black robe with a pointed hat and an exaggerated white skull mask, just like the murderous maniac in "Scream".

However, petite, a few sizes smaller.

Saoirse lowered her voice and shouted, "It's me, it's me, Saoirse!"

Martin tore off the hood on her head and said, "You're lucky that I didn't kill you."

Saoirse said: "That...can you wait for me to go to the gate of the studio later?"

Martin got into the car to pack his things, and asked, "What did you do with Emma Watson?"

"I made it." Saoirse got all the firecrackers from Martin, knowing that she couldn't deny it: "I threw them in the partition when she went to the bathroom, it must be wonderful."

Her voice changed suddenly: "Actually, I have seen that you have had some unhappiness with her. You won't tell her, will you?"

Martin thought for a while, since he set up a good character set, he would stick to it and took out his phone to show her the photos.

Saoirse took Martin's cell phone and looked through more than a dozen photos. Although it was not particularly clear, she could still recognize Emma Watson's distressed appearance. Toilet paper, she laughed happily.

Martin reminded: "Take care of your mouth, you are provoking the princess of all Harry Potter fans, and you will really be beaten to death."

Saoirse nodded again and again: "I will never tell anyone! Martin, you won't tell anyone either, right? This is our secret."

"Can I have a copy of the photo?" she asked Martin.

Bruce took out a notebook and saved the clearer photos taken under bright street lights into two USB flash drives. One of the USB flash drives was given to Saoirse, and he said, "Keep it and enjoy it."

"Thank you." Saoirse put away the USB drive, not without regrets: "Unfortunately, I didn't see it at the scene."

Martin reminded: "Let's go."

Saoirse dug out an ordinary black bag, packed the burqa and mask, got out of the trailer and boarded the battery car driven by Bruce, and they left the studio together.

When she came to the parking lot near the gate, she got out of the car and waved to Martin: "The hotel I live in is nearby, and I will come to you some other day."

Martin waved his hand and got into the car with Bruce.

Bruce didn't start the car, and asked Martin, "Isn't it worth selling this thing to the reporter of The Sun?"

"No pocket money?" Martin asked.

"The extra income is enough to support my usual expenses." Bruce thought a lot: "I'm going to buy a few new bags for Kim and Kohler, and I'll use these photos to replace them."

He hasn't forgotten about Martin: "Lily is in Los Angeles, and you want to give a gift. I guess the money is enough to buy a lot of alligator teeth and bison horns."

Martin glanced at the time: "Hurry up and sell it before the others come out, and don't show up in person."

Knowing that he followed Martin and would sometimes appear in the media, Bruce nodded immediately: "I'll find someone."

He immediately took out his mobile phone to make a call.

Pinewood Studios has many crews and stars, and it is also the target of many gossip media reporters and paparazzi.

Journalists from newspapers such as The Sun and the Daily Mail have been stationed here for a long time.

Gerdes is the "Sun" reporter who has been stationed here for a long time.

It was getting late today, and he was about to leave work when someone came from the studio and knocked on his car door.

Guedes lowered the car window and asked, "Is there something wrong?"

"You're from The Sun, I know." This person looks ordinary, and he can't be easily found in the crowd: "I have news to sell, do you accept it?"

Gerdes reminded: "It is best to have pictures or videos."

The person nodded: "There are pictures, Harry Potter crew, Emma Watson's, absolutely exclusive!"

Guedes turned on the co-pilot, let people get into the car, and said, "I need to take a look at the photo."

The man took out his mobile phone and opened a photo. Emma Watson appeared on it, and the background was in the studio.

Guedes has worked in the industry for several years, and his eyes have been practiced. He can see at a glance that Emma Watson is abnormal. Such a good association, the head looks like a strip of toilet paper.

Looking at that ferocious expression as if she was about to kill someone, she was not at all like the usual Miss Know-it-All.

Guedes still wants to see it.

But the person took back his phone and said, "There are nine photos in total, and each one is astonishing."

Knowing the photo's value to The Sun, Guedes asked: "I want to know exactly what happened?"

The man pressed the phone to play, and a recording was played.

In the night wind, the voice of a girl shouted faintly: "Someone attacked Emma Watson with firecrackers in the toilet! Emma Watson was so scared that she peed her pants..."

Guedes was straightforward: "Dude, make an offer."

The man said: "40,000 pounds, the same price." He pointed to another car in the distance: "Reporters from the Daily Mail and the Metro News will definitely be interested."

The price was too high for Guedes to decide by himself: "Give me some time, I'll make a call."

The man urged: "Don't make me wait too long, I don't have that much patience."

Guedes talked on the phone for a few minutes and said: "I want all the photos, audio and dictation. £40,000!"

The man nodded: "No problem."

In ten minutes, the two sides completed the news transaction.

At this time, Martin and Bruce have returned to the hotel where the crew stayed.

Standing on the balcony of the hotel room, you can still see the bright lights of the studio.

Bruce said: "The person I was looking for took £5,000, and the remaining £35,000 will be transferred to me soon."

Martin was not short of money, so he said, "Just keep it and use it, don't give it to me."

Bruce was also not polite to Martin: "I paid the purchase bill from Australia this time."

Martin was in a good mood: "The Sun should really thank us, we helped them get several big news."

Bruce said: "Bell and Blanchett, and Emma Watson this time." He remembered again: "The Harvey Weinstein clue that New York gave them."

Martin almost forgot about it, and asked, "Is there no relevant report on the News of the World?"

"No, I should be learning more about it." Bruce has been paying attention: "I got the exact news that the team chased from New York to Los Angeles, and they must have chased it."

Martin kept it in his heart, and these news might be useful at any time.

Bruce knew that Martin wanted dog to eat dog.

Martin glanced at the time: "I rested early, and I will continue shooting tomorrow."

"Let me inquire about the situation at the studio." Bruce took out his cell phone to make a call.

Pinewood Studios, The Harry Potter Crew.

Emma Watson took a shower, changed into new clothes, and found Cheryl aggressively, rushing to grab her hair.

Several staff members of the crew hurriedly stopped him.

Emma Watson scolded: "Bichi, I want to make you look good!"

Cheryl's face was full of innocence: "You asked me to call for help, I listened to you, and shouted!" She burst into tears, and seemed to be emotionally broken: "I listen to you and call for help , but you treat me like this, how can you be like this! How can you be like this..."

The crew looked at Cheryl, then at Emma Watson, and cursed inwardly at the same time: "Both of them are bitches!"

Emma Watson jumped: "Bitch, I'm going to tear your mouth apart!"

Cheryl was even more aggrieved.

One of these two is arrogant and domineering, and the other is wronged and innocent.

Emma's manager and her father, Chris Watson, came in from outside and shouted: "Enough, stop arguing!"

It was quiet in the office.

"Don't make a fuss, don't make a fuss, I'll take care of it." Chris told his daughter, came forward to find a few producers of the crew, urged them to act as soon as possible, asked the crew to block the news, talk to people nearby, and don't spread pictures or Stuff like videos.

Without these, the news can only remain at the level of rumors.

"There are too many people watching tonight, it is impossible to block it." Producer David Heyman said: "I can only do my best."

The commotion was so loud that the news might have reached the tabloid paparazzi.

Chris said: "Then prepare a copy as soon as possible, saying that the crew is for filming needs, or a group of little girls are playing fools' games."

David Heyman looked at the director of publicity and public relations of the crew: "I will come up with a plan tonight."

The other side responded immediately and called the subordinates to hold an emergency meeting to discuss.

Although the crew had made adequate preparations, the next morning, the new issue of The Sun was published, and a series of photos and related news about Emma Watson appeared on the headlines, shaking the whole of Britain.

Even North America on the other side of the Atlantic spread at the fastest speed.

As for the crew's explanation for holding a press conference, no one believed it.

Subsequently, Emma Watson temporarily quit the Harry Potter filming, and the paparazzi of the Sun newspaper took pictures of her going to see a psychiatrist.

This event was finally called: diaper door!