Global Movie Emperor

The interview lasted until 4:30 in the afternoon. There were originally five actors who had made an appointment for the interview, but one seemed to have changed his mind and directly informed him that he would not be coming.

This temporary changer did not spoil Lu Ze’s interest, because the remaining four interviewed actors had good indicators, with the lowest being 7.5 points, while the Universal Brothers’ standard was 7 points. All four of them will receive a contract in the near future.

He packed his resume, and today's work is officially over. He got up with a yawn and called Mickey to inform him to end his work.

Wang Zhen, who was watering the flowers downstairs, went up to the third floor together and knocked on the door of Mickey's office. When they walked in, they were surprised by Mickey's current state.

At this moment, his eyes were red, and it seemed that he had just shed tears, and there was a thick layer of manuscript paper in the trash can. It seemed that after only two hours, dozens of ideas were denied.

However, Zhuang Yu bit his pencil and bowed his head in silence. It was not until Wang Zhen passed by and gently rubbed his temples to take him out of his thoughts.

"What? Zhuang Yu hit you?"

Lu Ze made a joke, but didn't make Mickey smile. He just took out a tissue and wiped the corner of his eyes, and muttered softly, "No, I was touched. I'm glad I found the right person and brought Zhuang Yu to it. Britain, otherwise I would not finish this book."

"Did you finish writing so soon?"

"Where is it so fast, it just has an idea."

Mickey has always been very emotional, not as cold-blooded as shown in his works. Perhaps it is precisely because he can feel the ruthlessness of the dark side that he can write cruel stories vividly.

This is the opposite of Zhuang Yu. He is more sensible, but he has expectations for life. This makes his style deviate from Mickey's, and is more realistic, creating characters of truth, kindness and beauty.

"It's alright, isn't it about eating hot pot at night? Then quickly withdraw. I got off the plane and haven't eaten anything so far, so I drank two cups of coffee and I was so hungry."

Lu Ze didn't want to let the atmosphere in the room follow the net like a cloud, and pulled Mickey's head. Good fellow, it should have been a long time since he had washed his hair. He touched the oil on Lu Ze's hand. Mickey rubbed his body and got Mickey's turn and Superman punch.

Speaking of hot pot, everyone became enthusiastic. Mickey no longer cried and cried like a woman. Instead, he got up faster than anyone else and urged everyone to go downstairs and leave.

When he got downstairs, Lu Ze realized that Mickey’s nearly thirty-year-old Ford had been honorably retired, and his new car, hidden behind Kesha’s Escalade, was taken by Escalade’s huge The car body was blocked tightly.

It wasn't until the sweet engine roar came and a black sports car slowly pulled out from behind Escalade that Lu Ze realized what exactly Mickey, the prodigal son, had bought.

Aston Martin, One-77.

"Martini, shaken, notstirred."

When the car window was down, Mickey was holding a cigarette in his mouth, and the breeze blew by. He squinted his eyes and made a 007 classic line very contrived. If it weren't for his hair to reflect under the sun, it looked like that. .

"So you spent more than three million pounds on COS James Bond?"

"Not handsome?"

"Hehe, I know why your dad always beats you."

The money belongs to Mickey, and he spends it whatever he wants, but Lu Ze is always a little speechless. It was his profligacy that led to bankruptcy after going to jail. As a result, he turned over for the second time and didn’t have a long memory. I don’t know if it is. Should he say that he has the ability to spend before he can earn, or should he call him a prodigal.

Bringing Wang Zixuan into the nanny car, Zhuang Yu and Wang Zhen's two subsidiaries also allocated a Volvo XC90 for transportation. The couple's current residence is next to Lu Ze's house, and there is no need for anyone to lead the way. Everyone rushed to the target location with familiarity.

When they got home, they were busy preparing vegetables alive, and Lu Ze went home to see the flowers and plants he raised. During his absence, the flower gardens were always taken care of by professional gardeners, and they were well raised. Even in March, it is still in full bloom, and when you open the glass door, you can smell the scent of flowers.

After a brief look, he returned to Zhuang Yu's house. Because Zhuang Yu didn't buy a copper pot, he could only use electric hot pot instead. Lu Ze always felt that the things cooked in copper pot and electric hot pot were not the same, but It is rare to be able to eat Chinese food in the UK.

There is no shortage of ingredients. The lamb and meatballs are sold out, and the ingredients are all common domestic brands bought from Chinese supermarkets. In order to take care of Lu Ze’s unpleasant sesame sauce, Zhuang Yu also took out. A bag of mysterious props made Lu Ze happy for a long time. This is the first time he has eaten the prairie red sun on a British table.

Pour the slightly spicy sauce into a bowl, put some boiling soup base to dilute it. Lamb is good lamb until it is cooked, and there is not so much blood on the soup. A little bit of butter floats from the bottom of the pot. Gradually gather together, making their own contribution to the aroma of lamb-shabu.

A large piece of mutton was taken out of the pot. The color of the micro-powder is very attractive. Even if it is dipped in the sauce, there is a rush of heat in the mouth, making people unconsciously open their lips to breathe, but still reluctant to bear it Give up chewing.

The most important point is that it must be accompanied by a high degree of white wine, otherwise the meat will not smell fragrant in the mouth. Although the temperature in Liverpool in March is not low, the rainfall is the highest in the year. Drink some wine to remove the moisture. It was the best choice, even Wang Zixuan picked up the wine glass, smashed it, smashed it, and drank two or two.

Everyone was hungry. Even if there were a lot of topics to talk about, they all filled their stomachs. It wasn't until the third round of drinking that everyone opened up their chatterbox and talked about the stories that happened during this period.

The chrysanthemum was cooked, and the pot was cleared by Lu Ze's chopsticks. The large ball of chrysanthemum was dipped in the reddish sauce in the bowl. He blew in, pretending to be casual, and then stuffed the chrysanthemum into it. In the mouth, there was a snoring sucking sound.

"Lao Zhuang, why did you think about running to England?"

It is not to poke Zhuang Yu's pain points. The reason why he went out is definitely different from Lu Ze. In the domestic director circle, he still has a good reputation, deep resources, and a large number of fans. A large number of money owners are waving banknotes. If you are willing to shoot, let’s not talk about paying back before the start of the shooting. There is no problem at all to start making profits after the opening ceremony.

In foreign countries, he is also the darling of major film festivals. He is soft when he wins awards. Every new work has a very high topicality. For example, last year’s new work "Refutation" was premiered in Cannes and won four titles. The grand prize, logically speaking, he could have been his supreme emperor in Tiancheng, the big Buddha that the boss has to offer, there is no need to come to England to ask for a living.

Zhuang Yu didn't react much after hearing this, which made Lu Ze a little relieved. He didn't say a word. He took the paper towel from Wang Zhen and wiped the sweat from his forehead. After chewing the food in his mouth, he picked up the wine glass and shook his head. Smiled discouragedly.

"Hey, don't like it, let me go."

Everyone clinked glasses, he swallowed a big mouthful, maybe it was so spicy, he frowned for a long time before exhaling, he didn't drink well, and he didn't grow much for so many years. Today I drank a little white, his face became faster and his face flushed. He put a chopsticks of lamb into the bowl, he hugged Lu Ze's neck, but did not look at Lu Ze, but lowered his head, grabbed the lamb in the bowl, and said in a low voice.

"I'm disappointed."

He speaks Chinese, and he doesn't want more people to hear him. He doesn't want to say bad things about China Entertainment Industry abroad, but Mickey can speak Chinese and he can't help it.

"How to say?"

"I also like money, but I always have a bit of ideals. I also want to make money while achieving my ideals, but there is no way..."

He explained to Lu Ze, but there was no beginning and end, and it was more like saying it to himself. He hadn't said this to others for a long time, because offending people, he could only be in front of Lu Ze and drink some alcohol. He thought Said, did not vomit, so I continued talking to myself.

"Everyone wants to make money, whether at home or abroad, but the domestic atmosphere is really bad now. You and he can't talk about the word art. If you say it is a joke, you just make money. You help everyone earn money. Money, they are grateful to Dade for holding you up to the sky, but if you want to say you want to play art, that's embarrassing, then we won't mix with you, you can play by yourself."

"This is the same in foreign countries. Movies...to put it bluntly, aren’t they just for making money? Who can play movies if they don’t make money? The risk is not small, the income has to be split, and the funds are still slow to return, regardless of whether it is me or you. Regardless of whether it is an actor or a director, everyone has to acquiesce to the fact that movies are investments, and then art."

"That's different~"

Zhuang Yu really drank too much. He slowly put the lamb into his mouth several times and chewed slowly. After hearing Lu Ze's answer, he shook Lu Ze's shoulders.

"You are right Luer, yes, the main purpose of the movie is to make money. I have been making movies for more than ten years. I must understand it, but... But do I have to have a fig leaf? You have to give it Let me block my pants, right?"

When Lu Ze saw Zhuang Yu for the first time, he wore long hair, black-rimmed glasses, played the piano, did not smoke or drink, and he never said a **** in a gentle manner. As time passed, first of all What he lost was the long hair, and he unknowingly picked up the wine glass. Finally, he dang his cigarette and talked at the dinner with dirty words as auxiliary words. Maybe he entered this circle, even if you clean yourself, you will inevitably get caught. Some vices.

He was still quite interesting to his friends, with the spirit of the imperial capital, but the photographer who won the photography gold prize seemed to have gone farther and farther. Over the years, it was estimated that he was suffering, so Lu Ze took a sip of his drink alone. , Did not speak.

"Seriously Lu Er, if I choose, one is to make me work shirtless, making movies as a job, just to make money to support my family, and the other is to use art as a guise, give me clothes Going to work with interest, or to support the family, you say...Which one should I do? I must be the second one!"

"So you are here?"

"Yeah, you said...Daughter-in-law, give me some meatballs. You said I have to polish a script for three or five years. I am still anxious to make money over there, for fear that my life will not be enough to spend. , What should I do? I have to find a screenwriter, but now which screenwriter is still writing the script by himself? How many screenwriters are still writing the script seriously?"

"Huang Si'er and them?"

"For nothing."

As he spoke, he lifted up his clothes, revealing his white and chubby belly, his expression and words revealed a wave of disdain, he pretended to be cautiously stuck to Lu Ze's ear, and booed, "What is he doing? It’s the studio~ He has raised a bunch of gunmen~ Where can I write stories and be a boss and come quickly~"

After all, farther away from Lu Ze’s ears, the sneaky face just now became expressionless again, and the arms that hugged Lu Ze pulled away, and turned to rest on the back of the chair, with his body attached to the back of the chair. After smoking a cigarette, suddenly, he slammed the table, and the dishes jumped up. He was startled by Kesha, who could not understand Chinese, and looked around at a loss with the dipping bowl.

"Find a kid who just graduated to write a book, give a 3,000 to 5,000, write his name, and sell it for 5 million. Other children want to earn more, copy and edit it on TV all day, for a month. Finally, I copied out three or five books with writing and copying. I wanted to change some more money to fill the family, but I’m sorry, but they don’t accept it. Still rushing to ask, Lu Er, are you outrageous?"

"Huang Si?"

"Yeah, by the way, I forgot, you have a good relationship with him, I used to be too, fourth and fourth brothers screamed, but now... I'm sorry, I'm not a friend~ I feel ashamed of being shirtless, He wanted to get a piece of clothing to wear, he was naked and triumphantly showing his hands, destined to not have fun together."

Lu Ze was silent and did not speak. Huang Si helped him write a script. When he was still a Sega artist, although he did not perform the book at the end, he still inherited Huang Si’s love. Perhaps it was Qian Bi. Feelings are important. The screenwriter loses the pen and earns more than holding the pen. The world is really strange.

Take the spoon and gently scrape off the butter floating on the surface of the soup, and pour it into the waste soup bowl. The soup that has just put the lamb bones turned into milky white, and it is bubbling. He took a spoonful of soup and put it. Blowing gently in the mouth, the milky white soup fluctuated slightly in the spoon, and accidentally, it flowed out of the spoon, fell into the waste bowl, penetrated the butter and sank to the bottom.

When it was cold, Lu Ze took a sip, but it was not uncommon.

"Is Huaxia playing like this now?"

Mickey's head was almost in the pot, just to pick a larger piece of lamb, he finally picked out a satisfying piece, dipped some sauce into his mouth, and spoke vaguely before swallowing it.

"Take yours."

"Oh."

It’s not good to say it, and it’s even more embarrassing for Mickey to hear it, but there is no way, this is the truth~www.readwn.com~ Many people think that the rise of domestic movies when they see a good movie, but then they are The bad film put out the expectation in my heart, repeated it several times, and then realized it clearly, oh, it turned out to be a flash in the pan, maybe now people don't expect the so-called rise, it's him who is looking forward to when the pan shall bloom again.

"Come on, the wine in the glass, I can't do it anymore, I can't drink it anymore, after getting the bottom, hurry up and finish the meat and dry it."

Clinking glasses again, this time Zhuang Yu drank more in one sip, and drank half of it directly, his expression was even more painful, his right hand holding the wine glass was exerting force, it seems that the lamb was resurrected in his stomach, and he wanted to see from his throat Ran out.

After a long while, he threw the sheep demolition back into his stomach. The three of Lu Ze, who were not flushed and breathless, smiled, wiped their sweat with a tissue, and then squeezed it into a ball of paper and threw it on the table. He watched the paper ball rolling, and waited until the paper ball stopped before speaking, as if he was saying something to Lu Ze, or as if he was saying something to himself.

"So I came this time, not to make money, nor to pursue my ideals. I came... just to dress myself."

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