Global Movie Emperor

Xiangjiang belongs to the subtropical monsoon climate. Early December was when it was neither cold nor hot. Today it is cloudy and the temperature is above minus 25 degrees Celsius. Lu Ze began to undress after getting off the plane.

Fortunately, Lu Ze made preparations before. The outside was down jacket with half sleeves inside. After putting the jacket away, it finally became cooler.

After leaving the airport, Lu Ze actually felt that there was not much change in the boundary of Hong Kong. The yellow race accounted for 70% to 80%. People basically didn't communicate in Mandarin, and spoke Cantonese.

Except for the various plaques in traditional characters standing on the street, there is no difference between this place and the mainland Guangdong, and there is no feeling of incompatibility.

Lu Ze had communicated with Director Song Qingmin before. He said that he would send a car to pick him up. Soon, Lu Ze saw someone holding a sign with the word "Lu Ze" at the gate of the airport.

There are also many mainlanders who come to visit Xiangjiang. Lu Ze still did not take off his sunglasses in order to avoid trouble. But to be honest, Lu Ze’s reputation in Xiangjiang is really not that big. There are not many people in the new Golden Rooster award winner in Xiangjiang. To understanding.

In the eyes of Xiangjiang people, the best in the country is the Xiangjiang Golden Statue Award, not the Golden Rooster Award. This is not because Xiangjiang people look down on the mainland, but the pride of Xiangjiang, which is known as "Oriental Hollywood".

This is a question of belonging. Everyone feels that his hometown is good, so I won't talk about it for the time being. It's just that Lu Ze didn't come to this warm land from the cold Demon Capital. He did feel a little uncomfortable, and sweat soon appeared on his forehead.

"Is it Lu Sheng? Song Sheng asked me to pick you up."

Although the people who came to meet Lu Ze speak Mandarin, the taste of Cantonese is very strong and Lu Ze can understand it because in the systematic course, after listening to Jia Helong's Cantonese for several years, Lu Ze is now fluent in Cantonese. Speaking out, the accent is not very authentic.

"You speak Cantonese, I can understand."

Seeing that he was struggling to speak and his tongue was knotted, Lu Ze didn't let him speak Mandarin anymore. Only Wang Zixuan was left alone. She really didn't understand.

"Lu Sheng, you can speak Cantonese, but it's great. Song Sheng asked me to take you to the hotel to rest. When Song Sheng will come to see you in the afternoon, just give me the luggage."

Lu Ze didn’t refuse, and took Wang Zixuan, who didn’t know what the two were talking about, got into the car. On the way, because Xiangjiang’s cars were all right-handed, Lu Ze and Wang Zixuan were very uncomfortable, and they always felt that they had to follow suit. Hit the car.

Flickering to the hotel, Lu Ze took out his ID card and gave it to the front desk. After getting the room card, he went upstairs and opened his room.

What I have to say is that the hotel in Xiangjiang is really expensive. It is also a deluxe double room. The price is much higher than that of the same-level hotel in Magic City. It also needs to pay additional taxes by itself, which is basically a percentage of the room price. It's about 10, which is really bad.

This is the hotel where Lu Ze will stay habitually in the future. Naturally, the room charge will be reimbursed by the crew. Otherwise, Lu Ze, who just bought a house, would really have to bear it.

It was said that Song Qingmin would look for himself in the afternoon, but in fact the old Song Da arrived at noon. Lu Ze was cleaning the room, he heard someone knock on the door, and saw the old director who was nearly 60 years old again.

"Hi Aze, are you tired from the trip? Have you eaten?"

"Mo, I'm mo being."

Just now Song Qingmin had habitually greeted Lu Ze in Cantonese after returning to Xiangjiang, but he found out that he had made a mistake and wanted to change it back, but it turned out that Lu Ze also replied in Cantonese. After a while, he laughed.

"Okay, clean up, I have an appointment with a few big guys, please have afternoon tea."

"Okay."

Lu Ze knew about this kind of thing. He naturally had to pay respects to the local snake when he came to Xiangjiang, who was the investor of this movie. He didn't feel any pressure in his heart. After all, this is the land of China, and they are all Chinese, and he understands that he wants to meet. The gang of big guys probably weren't clean before the return, but now there is no underworld in China.

He agreed and took a look at Song Qingmin's dress, which was actually quite casual, jeans, T-shirts, plus a small vest, and a pair of hiking shoes on his feet.

It is estimated that this gathering will not be too formal, otherwise Song Tao would not dare to dress like this. Lu Ze looked at himself again, and it was almost the same. They were all sports models, so he brought a hat and said to Wang Zixuan in the next room. After a while allowing her to move around freely, she followed Song Qingmin and left the hotel.

Song Qingmin's car was a Mercedes-Benz, and there was no driver. He drove it by himself. After Lu Ze got in the co-pilot, he started chatting with Song Qingmin. For an old director of Hong Kong, it would not hurt Lu Ze to have a good relationship with him, let alone I have to film under his hands.

The two talked very happily along the way. Song Qingmin talked to Lu Ze about the local customs along the way, and pointed to a certain street on the side of the road and a certain store that had filmed any movies.

After all, Hong Kong is really not big. Filming is either in Zhao's Studios or on the street. There is no other choice. Lu Ze is also interested in listening. It is really interesting to listen to these behind-the-scenes stories.

Until the vehicle drove to the door of a tea stall in Wan Chai, Song Qingmin pulled on the handbrake and turned off the engine. Lu Zeyi probed a bit dumbfounded. No wonder Song guided through so casually. The shop called "Xihe Tea Dang" was very casual. Small, the door face is only the size of an ordinary residence's entrance door.

And it seems to be very old. The door is painted with red paint, and the white couplets are pasted on the left and right. With a strong Hong Kong style, I stretched my head and glanced into the store. It was also very simple, just placed There are many old people drinking tea and chatting in the round tables, just like ordinary fly restaurants.

"Let's go Aze, go in."

"Roar."

Song Qingmin had the car key hanging on his finger, opened the door, and led Lu Ze in. It seems that he often comes to this store, and when he enters the door, he warmly greeted the old man sitting in front of the counter.

"Uncle Ya! As usual, take a young man to show you, Aze, from the mainland, Aze, this is Uncle Ya."

"Uncle Tooth."

The old man looks like he should be in his 70s or 80s, with all white hair and a bit of Mediterranean Sea. Sitting on the chair of the grand master fanning his fan, he saw Lu Ze greet him politely, and he replied warmly.

"Okay, what lubs young people go to every day, no young people come to me to drink tea, not bad, are you with Master Jia? They are in the private room, ah, hey Amin, are they still the same? "

The old man grumbled and expressed his dissatisfaction with the young people now. He looked very kind. Lu Ze did not dislike this small shop. After all, he turned out to be a fly-eating restaurant that had to settle accounts for fear of spending too much money. When I came to this kind of shop, I felt a kind of intimacy inexplicably.

"Of course, I went to find Master Xiao Jia and Uncle Ya."

It seems that the old Xiangjiang people are so casual, maybe because they were once under the jurisdiction of the United Kingdom, they are somewhat westernized in their thinking, but the taste of respect for the elders and respect for the teachers is still so strong, inseparable from the roots, and they are still Chinese.

When I walked to the innermost part of the store, I said it was a private room, but it was a small house without a door. It was covered by a curtain. Song Qingmin stood at the door and greeted the inside. Hearing the permission of the people inside, he opened the curtain and brought Lu Ze .

There are three old people in the room, drinking tea and eating pastries, looking very happy. They are wearing undershirts with white hurdle vests inside. No one can think of them as bigwigs.

But they really are.

It seems that the younger generation of entrepreneurs are more particular about meeting occasions ~www.readwn.com~ They go to some high-end venues, but these old entrepreneurs, or older brothers in society, like to be happy in this kind of fly restaurant. .

Lu Ze glanced at the three of them. They didn't look like in the movie. Even when they were old, they had a wicked look. The other two looked like ordinary old people. They were kind eyebrows, kind-eyed, and smiling, except for the old man sitting in the first seat.

The old man had a long bun and a round waist, and his face was full of flesh. When he was old, his muscles were loose, and he looked like Shar Pi. He glanced sideways at Lu Ze, did not speak, and took a sip of tea.

The other two old people, Lu Ze, don’t know him, but even if he doesn’t know the old man in the first seat, he can tell at a glance who he is. He looks too much like Jia Helong, like carved out of a mold, except for his face and The nose is not the same, the other is a copy of Jia Helong.

He is the only surviving eldest son among the more than a dozen sons and daughters of Jia Helong of the generation, Jia Changwei.

Lu Ze also knew him. He was not born to any one of Jia Helong's concubines. His biological mother was Liang Yushu.

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