Global Movie Emperor

It was late autumn in the Magic City in November, and it was indeed quite cool with a little breeze. But Lu Ze was so hot outside that he was covered in sweat. He and another group performer carried a washing machine in an old-fashioned community. I climbed the stairs slowly in the corridor, climbed to the fifth floor, wiped my sweat, and entered the house.

“Where is the washing machine?”

"Oh, just put it next to the stove, in this corner. Okay, thank you."

The owner of the room directed the two of them to put the things away and handed Lu Ze six hundred yuan. Lu Ze took off his white gloves that were worn and gray, spitted on his fingers, and counted the money. After the amount was correct, he nodded to the owner of the house and smiled.

"Thank you boss, let's go then."

The head of the household sent the two people to the door. Lu Ze led the extras slowly down the steps, then took out three hundred yuan and gave it to the extras. The extras lit a cigarette and handed one to Lu Ze. Lu Ze did not smoke. He waved his hand.

After exiting the corridor, the door of the minivan container was still closed. Lu Ze reached out and locked the door behind him. He opened the passenger door and picked up a blue plastic kettle. The outer shell was already gray and looked very old. .

The two gloves were aligned, and he grabbed the wrists and turned them inward. He balled up the gloves and threw them in front of the windshield. He took a sip of the cool water in the cup. Because the kettle spout was large, the water flowed to his chest. Lu Ze wiped it. He didn't care about his mouth.

The extras threw the cigarette butts on the ground and stamped them out. They also balled up their gloves, took off a bunch of keys from their belts, and started the car. The white gold-cup minivan with "Veterans Moving" posted on the outside drove toward the distance.

"Ka!! It's passed!! It's finished!!"

Liu Ying's loud voice grew louder again. The minivan turned around and drove back. Lu Ze got out of the car and took off the black vest with many holes. Wang Zixuan quickly ran over and put a long-sleeved shirt on Lu Ze. .

The filming of "The King of Fighters" has been completed. After nearly nine months, all the plots have finally been filmed. The excited roars of the audience can be heard in the ears. Lu Ze sits on the chair and closes his eyes to relax, with the corners of his mouth hanging. smile.

This movie is not the hardest one Lu Ze has ever filmed. On the contrary, everything is very comfortable. You live in a big hotel and eat very well. Not to mention the benefits of the crew. Anyway, it is really considerate to film with such a luxurious crew. .

But tiredness is really tiring. Starting from 150 pounds, four months of rapid training, to now 176 pounds, you can guess how much sweat you have shed.

Now he was finally liberated. Lu Ze didn't have to start training every morning. He didn't have to eat special nutritious meals that were exquisite but not very tasty. He no longer had to eat more than ten or even twenty proteins a day. Everything was fine. He let it go, but at this moment Lu Ze's heart felt a little empty.

"Hurry up and pack your things and go to the hotel for lunch at noon! Hurry up! Hurry up! Hurry up, we'll be late and we won't have anything to eat!"

"Okay!"

The prop crew tore off the props so that they would no longer be used and destroyed them violently. The sound crew hurriedly closed the line. The cameraman carefully put the camera into the box, closed the lid, picked it up and put it aside before starting again. With the track retracted, everything was proceeding at an extremely fast speed.

"Do you have any cigarettes? Take one."

This scene was very tiring. He called out to the extras who had just been filming with him. He nodded, ran over and handed one to Lu Ze, saying that it was not high quality, so don't dislike it.

"Lan Baisha, that's good. I've been beating Hardman before. Come on, let's take a rest."

The sun was a bit dazzling. Lu Ze leaned back in his chair, put on his sunglasses, and held a small cigarette in his hand. He felt very comfortable, which was in stark contrast to the busy people.

When the cigarette burned into a sponge, Lu Ze stuffed the cigarette butt into an empty mineral water bottle, shook it gently twice, and when the cigarette butt hit the water, it made a hissing sound. He raised his hand and threw it, accurately throwing it not far ahead. Trash can...beside.

"Director Liu, I'm leaving first. I'll go back to the hotel to take a shower and evacuate first."

After getting Liu Ying's consent, he stood up, picked up the mineral water bottle and threw it into the trash can. Lu Ze put on a coat. Liu Bin's car was already waiting not far away. He opened the door and got in, preparing to go back to the hotel. Lie down for a while and rest.

On the way, I picked up the script of "Bigg Boss" and started to read it. At this time, the script was full of notes of various colors, and it was not clean. It felt dirty after reading it too much.

There was light soothing music playing in the car, which relaxed Lu Ze's nerves that were originally tense due to the last scene. He felt a little sleepy and yawned.

After returning to the hotel, he took a shower and wore only a pair of underpants. He looked in the mirror and sighed. These muscles would not last long.

Jia Helong is not a muscle maniac. Although he is strong, he does not belong to the fat category. If Lu Ze plays Jia Helong, he will definitely gain weight.

He fluttered onto the bed, bounced a few times on the soft bed, pulled up the quilt and got into bed, took out a book from the drawer of the bedside table, and slowly read through it. Then he couldn't open his eyes, and took the The hand of the book slowly slipped down and the book fell on the bed. He closed his eyes and breathed evenly.

It's morning now, and the Tomorrowland game experience just ended at 7:30 this morning, so he can't enter the system now. His body is really sleeping and getting enough rest.

The sky is gray, no, everything is gray, with a biting coldness. People walking on the street have blurry faces and lifeless faces. When they walk by Lu Ze, they will look at him indifferently. Then leave again.

"Still remember me?"

Someone behind him patted Lu Ze on the shoulder. When Lu Ze turned around, he still saw a blurry face. His expression couldn't be clearly seen, so it was naturally impossible to recognize him, so Lu Ze shook his head.

"Haha, is it cold in here?"

Gray is originally a cool color. Although there is not much wind here, there is no warm sunlight, and it is generally cold, so Lu Ze nodded.

"There will be sunshine, it won't be cold anymore, and it's not far away. You can leave."

The man's right hand pushed hard on Lu Ze's forehead. Lu Ze felt his body suddenly falling, like falling into a cliff, and then he opened his eyes.

Sunlight shone through the cracks in the blinds and shone on Lu Ze's eyes. He sat up from the bed and rubbed his eyes against the headboard. He seemed to have had a dream. Did he dream that he fell off a cliff? probably.

I picked up the book on the bed and closed it, turned to the page I read before going to bed, put the bookmark inside, picked up the water glass on the bedside, took a sip of water, and got up to wash up.

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"Aze! Come here, come here! This is your red envelope! Thank you for your hard work for so long."

The producer who followed Liu Ying like a grandson has now become a soldier handing out red envelopes. He stuffed a thick red envelope into Lu Ze's hand and smiled broadly. I guess what he was really happy about was that the filming was finally finished. There is no need to work with that old bastard Liu Ying.

"Thank you, Producer Sun, for your hard work. I must toast you later."

I sat down at my seat with the red envelope, put the envelope on the table, and chatted with Coach Song and other actors for a while. Liu Ying also came to the venue.

The opening was very simple. Liu Ying was a practical person. He said a few words and then asked everyone to use their chopsticks and start drinking! As soon as the wine was served, the atmosphere became lively.

The large crew, more than 200 people, nearly 300 people, was as lively as the Chinese New Year. Lu Ze stood up and paid tribute to Liu Ying, the producer, and other leaders.

"Aze, I didn't celebrate your birthday before filming. Today I have to say sorry to you and make it up to you. Happy birthday."

Lu Ze is twenty-seven years old and has never celebrated his birthday on the set. However, this year, in addition to Jiang Wenshu giving him a gift, Xiao Nan also bought Lu Ze a razor worth more than 900 yuan through his work-study program.

"It's okay. I basically don't celebrate my birthday. It's a small matter. I respect all leaders. I did it."

After suffocating the white wine in the wine cup, everyone applauded Lu Ze. After finishing his drink, Lu Ze returned to his table to give time to others who wanted to toast.

"Brother Lu, I respect you!"

"Open less and come less often during the middle of the day."

Other staff members also toasted to Lu Ze. Lu Ze thought for a moment. Otherwise, if so many people came to toast and one of them had a drink, he would definitely have to run to the hospital today.

The phone vibrated. Lu Ze picked it up and saw that it was a WeChat message from Shen Jinghan, saying that the advance payment for "Big Brother" had arrived.

The sound of the system boomed in my head.

"To meet the upgrade conditions, do you want to upgrade?"

(End of this volume)

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