Global Movie Emperor

"Suka...Suka...Sukabriet!"

The consequences of a hangover can be imagined. It’s okay when you fall asleep. After waking up, you will inevitably have a headache, like someone using a chainsaw to cut the heavenly cover, even breathing carefully. If you are not careful, the air does not seem to enter. The lungs rushed to the head instead, trying to swell the head to burst.

There was electronic music next door, Lu Ze picked up the watch on the bedside table that I didn’t know who had taken him off, squinted at the pointer, at 6:17, glanced sideways at the window, the golden sky was obviously not early in the morning, he sighed He breathed, enduring the severe head pain, and leaned sideways to put the pillow on his head, but still couldn't stop the noisy dance music from getting into his ears.

I closed my eyes and pretended to be dead, ten seconds...twenty seconds...half a minute. Finally, I couldn’t help it. I sat up with a black line on my face and shook my feet twice when putting on the slippers to make the slippers more heel. When I got up, I saw a full half of the vomit in the trash can by the bed. I vomited quite accurately, and I didn't spill it at all. It was obvious who vomited it.

But even if he knew it was his own product, Lu Ze would still feel nauseous. He put his hands on his knees and was silent for a few seconds. He pulled a few paper towels placed on the bedside table and covered them on the trash can like a bell. , Then got up and walked to the window to open the window. The floor was high and the wind was a bit strong. It was blowing on the face, and it was a little dizzy.

When the unpleasant smell in the room dissipated, he opened the door. In an instant, he suddenly felt...the bedroom is actually not too noisy...

The living room is full of wine bottles, and on the table are a lot of takeaway packages. No one cleans up after eating. The ashtray next to it is not big, it is full of cigarette butts, and even the ashes are scattered outside and no one cleans it. , The stinky shoes and rotten socks of these people were thrown everywhere, exuding a pungent smell. One of them was thrown at the door of Lu Ze’s bedroom. He looked at this socks, and Lu Ze was very sure about this pair of socks. Definitely worn for some years.

Ding-dong dance music was playing in the stereo, Kesha dangling cigarettes, lying on the sofa playing with his mobile phone, the other two gritted their teeth and rubbed the Street Fighter with PS4 until Mickey’s Gu Lie almost defeated Lu with blood. Kath's Chunli, the two men's fierce expressions changed, one screamed excitedly and the other bowed annoyed.

"Thirty yuan, you owe me, my Gulie and Sangilf, look at Liverpool and can't find an opponent! Who gave you the courage to challenge me buddy? Cheers, yo, awake? You are all asleep... ...Nearly twenty hours."

Lu Ze looked bitter and bitter. He was too lazy to talk to Mickey. He turned to the kitchen and took a glass. Regardless of whether Liverpool’s tap water was clean or dirty, he slowly drank the water, which caused the burning sensation in his throat. The pressure was pressed down, filled with water again, returned to the living room with a glass of water, sat on the sofa, squeezed Mickey aside, and looked at the faces of the three people, filled with doubts.

"I said you are not uncomfortable? My head is about to split."

"It's okay, you get used to it with more hangovers. You are too weak? You still feel uncomfortable after sleeping for so long? Lucas, do you want to play another game?"

Maybe it was because Mickey was really too strong in playing Street Fighter. Lucas was obviously beaten to autistic. He kept his hands on his face and didn't speak. He kept staring at the handle and thinking, maybe he was thinking about combos.

Upon seeing this, Mickey didn't try to irritate him with words, otherwise, he would come to an offline PK. It is estimated that the **** can make Lucas beat out. He shrugged helplessly and sipped his beer to express boredom.

"Who brought us back last night? I remember you drank too much, right?"

"I do not know either."

"You do not know?"

"Yeah, don't care about him. It would be nice to be able to come back. Anyway, I didn't lose anything. I put your wallet and mobile phone on the bedside table. You should have seen it?"

"Saw."

"Since I am awake... do you want to play? Ten yuan, how about it?"

The handle was handed over. Lu Ze didn't take it the first time. He half got up and took the cigarette case and shook it twice. After hearing the sound, he opened the cigarette case and ordered one for himself. He took the handle and tried to play with it, even with computer games. He only knows CF. Naturally, he has never played PS4. He didn't expect to be able to beat Mickey. Anyway, those who win have dinner at night, winning or losing is actually the same.

Under Mickey's teaching, they learned how to punch and took a sip of water. The two chatted and laughed, each chose a character, and a gambling game worth more than 80 yuan officially began.

...

"Boom, boom, hello, your takeaway is here."

"Oh well, forty-seven dollars and fifty pence? Fifty dollars, no need to find, goodbye."

I took out a handful of tattered banknotes from my pocket, searched for it for a while, and gave it to the delivery boy for fifty. The rest was used as a tip. I took the pizza and responded to the takeout boy’s thanks. Mickey was happy. Kicked the door with his foot.

On the sofa, there are three autistic men lying on the sofa with depression on their faces. It is really hard to be abused by Mickey. It has been half an hour since Lu Ze got started, and the time for Lu Ze to compete with Mickey is actually far away. It was far less than half an hour, just eight minutes, after losing twelve in a row, Kesha played for him.

In fact, it’s no wonder that the three of Lu Ze couldn’t handle the blows. If they had a fight, it wouldn’t matter if they hadn’t won. But they were linked to death from the beginning and couldn’t get down in the sky. Who could bear it?

Lu Ze is okay, knowing to stop the loss in time, and retreat after losing one hundred and two, but after Kesha lost cash, he owed more money than Lu Ze lost. As for Lucas only owed 30 yuan. ...It was purely because he had a lot of cash. Now the Maozi brothers are in deep thought and haven't said a word for ten minutes, while Lu Ze frowned and tried to find Street Fighter with his mobile phone with a broken screen. Strategies for consecutive moves.

"It's alright, lose a few hundred yuan to see you have a bitter and hatred look, eat something, and will not go out tonight, you eat first, I will get something, and recently I wrote a new book. "

This house is a new apartment rented by Mickey. The four bedrooms and two halls are very spacious. It is no longer like his father’s old apartment. He needs to put important documents in the safe behind the TV. Now he has himself again. As for the contradiction between him and his father... This somewhat stubborn old man would not forgive Mickey immediately because he turned over.

The food delivery was fast, and the cheese on the pizza could be pulled out. Lu Ze and the three men cleaned up the platform a bit. Just after taking a bite, Mickey came out of the study with two thin stacks of bound A4 paper.

"Two notebooks, you look at this first, slap! You have oil in your hand, don't you know how to wipe it?"

The complete script will not be so thin. Obviously, Mickey is still guarding the Maozi brothers and did not give them full trust. Perhaps he has decided that, except for Lu Ze and his daughter, he will not let anyone else before signing a confidentiality agreement. People have read the complete script in one go.

Kesha just stretched out his hand and saw his greasy fingers. Mickey frowned and patted his stretched palm. Even if he was playing well, after all, Mickey was still his boss, and Kesha couldn’t say anything. He wiped his hands angrily. Carefully accepted the script, enduring the desire to lick his fingers to turn the page, and read the script of this European ghost.

Lu Ze paid attention to Kesha’s rich expression. He already had a measure in his mind. It was probably interesting. The script was very thin, less than twenty pages. After more than ten minutes, Kesha closed the script and did not give it to Lucas. Only then did Lu Ze nod his head.

"It seems interesting, but I don't know enough, I can only see that it is interesting."

"I know what you mean, don’t worry, I have arrangements, and I show it to you, it shows that I need your brothers, you are destined to be related to this movie, this script is not yet complete, although the storyline has been determined, but There are still some questions on the storyboard. If you accept, when I come back from Germany, let's talk about the contract, OK?"

Kesha and Lucas looked at each other, and the brothers shrugged their shoulders tacitly: "We have no problem, boss."

At this moment, Lu Ze did not participate in their dialogue, and began to read this thin stack of scripts. Turning over the first page, the title of the film was eye-catching.

"exile".

The title is not attractive. Although it has a sense of desolation, Lu Ze didn't care. Instead, he turned to the second page to get a rough understanding of this small part of the story.

The story is very simple so far. It is just a story of an explorer going to sea in distress and drifting to an isolated island. There are many such stories, such as the Hollywood movies "Lost" and "Lord of the Flies", or the domestic movie "A Good Show".

But the difference is that most of these movies are about a group of people trapped in an isolated island, focusing on the intrigue between people, the evil of human nature, or the reshaping of status.

And "Exile" is the death of all the companions after distress, and the loneliness of being alone on the island. There is a sense of sight of a documentary like "Survival in the Wild".

The second is that the process is too fast. Generally, movies with the same subject matter will pave the way before distress, explain the relationship and time, cause, and purpose of the characters, and then wait for things to ferment on the desert island, and "Exile" may be because there are only male protagonists. It's because of one person, so there is no explanation for this kind of incident, and it will be over if the ship capsizes on the island.

This kind of film seems not new now. After all, Gulliver’s Travels has been published almost four hundred years ago. So for now, Lu Ze doesn’t have much interest. In his opinion, only Mickey’s excellent script environment is shaping up. It’s interesting to show the sense of desolation and loneliness, but then again, this kind of film is really suitable for the brothers Mendeleev, after all, they are cruel people who dare to go to Siberia to make short films.

After all, the status is different. Lu Ze can be regarded as the boss no matter what, naturally there is no taboo. Unlike the two brothers as employees, there are some things that cannot be directly said to the boss, so he opened his mouth and suggested to Mickey.

"I think it's good for Kesha and Lucas to shoot this film."

This recommendation, which does not contain personal emotions and is completely based on rational evaluation, did not surprise Mickey. He tilted his legs, took a big bite of pizza, and chewed his mouth non-stop. After swallowing, he took the toilet paper and wiped it shiny. Lips.

"Of course, I also think Kesha and Lucas would make this movie better."

There was no response to the grateful eyes of the two brothers. Lu Ze understood the feelings of the two. They wanted to make a film and wanted to go crazy. This is inevitable. After all, they hadn't lived very well during this period of bludgeoning in Europe. If they were not Russia People, as the winner of the Best Short Film Award in Cannes, they can also make a low-cost movie to test the waters ~www.readwn.com~ But now, they can only wait for the decision of Lu Ze and Mickey.

Put the script aside, insert the cigarette **** into the ashtray, pick up the water cup and pour a little water to put out the cigarette butt, Lu Ze crossed his hands on the raised leg of Erlang, his two thumbs coiled around each other in a clockwise direction. Spin.

"Then the second film will be voted for Kesha and Lucas?"

"Do not."

Seeing the lost expressions of the brothers, Mickey looked very serious, raised his palms to face the brothers, so that the two of them were calm and restless, and then... he suddenly smiled.

"It's the third film. I have said that there are still some problems with the filming and lines of "Exile", and it needs to be improved. During this time, I will cast the second film. I will be the director and you will be the male lead. Lu Cass is the first photographer, and my sense of color recognition is not good, so that I am always dissatisfied with the use of colors. So Kesha, a former oil painter who needs to be my art director, do you two agree?"

"No problem boss!"

The two had no objections to this arrangement. As long as there was hope, the two would be happy.

"The second movie...should be the book, right?"

Lu Ze pointed to the script that Mickey had placed behind him. Mickey smiled and nodded. With a hint of excitement, he pushed the pizza box aside and wiped the table with the paper until the table was clean without any oil stains. He put the script on the ground, coughed twice, and cleared his throat before introducing his new script to the three of them.

"This is the script I wrote in prison, born after "Effect", and it is also the script I am most satisfied with at the moment! Damn! I'm climaxing when I think I want to shoot it... Gentlemen, now Introducing my latest masterpiece... "Futurelife"."

"Death"!

"..."

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