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Xiangjiang has a subtropical monsoon climate, and it is neither too cold nor too hot in early December. It is cloudy today, with a temperature of 25 degrees Celsius above zero. Lu Ze started to take off his clothes after getting off the plane.

Fortunately, Lu Ze had made preparations before. He wore a down jacket on the outside and half sleeves on the inside. After putting the coat away, it finally became cooler.

In Xiangjiang, after just leaving the airport, Lu Ze actually felt that there was not much change from the country. The yellow race accounted for 70 to 80% of the population. People basically did not communicate in Mandarin and all spoke Cantonese.

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

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

Nowadays, there are many mainlanders visiting Hong Kong. In order to avoid trouble, Lu Ze did not take off his sunglasses. But to be honest, Lu Ze is not very famous in Hong Kong. This new Golden Rooster Award-winning actor does not have many people in Hong Kong. learn.

In the eyes of Hong Kong people, the most outstanding award in China is the Hong Kong Film Awards, not the Golden Rooster Awards. This is not because Hong Kong people look down on the mainland, but because they are sincerely proud of Hong Kong, which is known as the "Hollywood of the East."

This is a matter of sense of belonging. Everyone feels that their hometown is good, so let's not talk about it for the moment. It's just that Lu Ze came from the cold magic city to this warm place. He did feel a little uncomfortable, and sweat quickly appeared on his forehead.

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

Although the person who came to pick up Lu Ze spoke Mandarin, he had a strong Cantonese flavor. Lu Ze could understand it because he had listened to Jia Helong speak Cantonese for several years in the system course, and now Lu Ze can speak fluently. To put it bluntly, the accent is not very authentic.

"Just speak Cantonese, I can understand you."

Seeing that he was struggling to speak and his tongue was tangled, Lu Ze didn't let him speak Mandarin anymore, leaving Wang Zixuan alone in confusion. She really couldn't understand.

"It's great that you can speak Cantonese, Mr. Lu. Mr. Song asked me to take you to the hotel to rest. Mr. Song will go over to see you in the afternoon. Just give me your luggage."

Lu Ze did not refuse, and got into the car with Wang Zixuan, who had no idea what the two were talking about. While the car was driving, Lu Ze and Wang Zixuan were very uncomfortable because the cars in Xiangjiang all had right-hand drive. They always felt that they had to follow the right person. Hit the car.

After arriving at the hotel in a hurry, Lu Ze took out his ID card and handed it to the front desk. After getting the room card, he went upstairs and opened his room.

What I have to say is that hotels in Xiangjiang are really expensive. For a deluxe double room, the price is much higher than that of a hotel of the same level in Shanghai. You also need to pay additional taxes, which are basically 100% of the room price. About 10, it’s really a bit tricky.

This is the hotel where Lu Ze will stay in the future, and the room fee will naturally be reimbursed by the crew. Otherwise, Lu Ze, who just bought a house, would really have a hard time affording it.

He said that Song Qingmin would only come to see him in the afternoon, but in fact, Song Qingmin arrived at noon. Lu Ze was cleaning up the room when he heard someone knocking on the door, and saw the nearly sixty-year-old director again.

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

"Mo, I'll do it."

Just now, Song Qingmin had habitually greeted Lu Ze in Cantonese after returning to Xiangjiang. He originally noticed a slip of the tongue and wanted to change it back, but found that Lu Ze also replied in Cantonese. He was stunned for a moment before laughing.

"Okay, let's clean up. I've made an appointment with some big guys to treat you to afternoon tea."

"OK."

Lu Ze knew this kind of thing well. When he came to Xiangjiang, he had to pay homage to the local snakes, the investors of this movie. He didn't feel any pressure. After all, this was the land of China and they were all Chinese. He also knew that he wanted to meet them. These gangsters were probably not clean before their return, but there is no underworld in China now.

He agreed and took a look at Song Qingmin's outfit. It was actually quite casual, including jeans, a T-shirt, a small vest, and a pair of mountaineering brand sneakers.

It is estimated that this party will not be too formal, otherwise Director Song would not dare to dress like this. Lu Ze looked at himself again and saw that they were about the same. They were all in sportswear, so he put on a hat and told Wang Zixuan in the next room. After letting her move freely, he followed Song Qingmin and left the hotel.

Song Qingmin's car was a Mercedes-Benz, and there was no driver. He drove it himself. After Lu Ze got in the passenger seat, he started chatting with Song Qingmin. For an old director in Xiangjiang, there was no harm in Lu Ze having a good relationship with him, not to mention I still have to film under him.

The two chatted happily along the way. Song Qingmin told Lu Ze about the customs and customs here, and pointed at a certain street and a certain store on the roadside where movies had been filmed.

After all, Hong Kong is really not that big. Filming is either done in Zhao's Studios or on the streets. There is no other choice. Lu Ze also listens to it with great interest. It is really interesting to hear these behind-the-scenes stories.

When the vehicle drove to the entrance of a tea stall in Wan Chai, Song Qingmin put on the handbrake and turned off the engine. Lu Ze looked over and was a little dumbfounded. No wonder Director Song was dressing so casually. This store called "Xihe Tea Stall" was very It is small, and the front door is only the size of the entrance door of an ordinary house.

And it seems to be very old. The door is painted with red paint, and there are whitened couplets on the left and right sides. It has a strong Hong Kong style. I stretched my head and took a look into the store. It is also very simple. There are just There are round tables with many old people drinking tea and chatting inside, just like an ordinary fly restaurant.

"Come on, Aze, let's go in."

"Roar."

Song Qingmin hung the car key on his finger, opened the door, and led Lu Ze in. It seemed that he came to this store often. He greeted the old man sitting in front of the counter warmly when he entered.

"Uncle Ya! As usual, I'll bring a young man to show you. A Ze, from the mainland. A Ze, this is Uncle Ya."

"Uncle Ya."

The old man looked to be in his seventies or eighties. His hair was completely white and looked a little Mediterranean. He was sitting on the master's chair and fanning himself. When he saw Lu Ze greeting him politely, he also responded warmly.

"Okay, no matter what club young people go to every day, no young people come to my place to drink tea. Not bad, not bad. Are you with Mr. Jia? They are in the private room, ah, hey Amin, is it still the same? "

The old man complained and expressed his dissatisfaction with today's young people. He seemed quite kind. Lu Ze didn't dislike this small shop. After all, he was just a fly-eating restaurant and had to settle accounts for fear of spending too much. , when I came to this kind of small shop, I felt a sense of intimacy inexplicably.

"Of course, I'm going to see Mr. Jia and Uncle Ya."

It seems that the people of old Xiangjiang are so casual. Maybe because they were once under British rule, their thinking is somewhat Westernized, but the flavor of respecting their elders and respecting their teachers is still so strong. It cannot be separated from their roots, they are still Chinese.

Walking to the innermost part of the store, it was said to be a private room, which was just a small room with no door and was covered by a curtain. Song Qingmin stood at the door and said hello to the inside. After hearing the permission of the people inside, he opened the curtain and led Lu Ze in. .

There were three old people in the room, drinking tea and eating cakes. They looked very carefree. As they were wearing sweatshirts and white hurdle vests underneath, no one could think that they were bosses.

But they really are.

It seems that the younger generation of entrepreneurs are more particular about the occasions when they meet and go to some high-end places, but this group of old entrepreneurs, or the elders of the old society, like to have fun in this kind of fly restaurant.

Lu Ze glanced at the three of them. They didn't look evil even when they were old, like in the movie. The other two looked like ordinary old people, with kind eyes and smiling faces, except for the old man sitting at the head.

However, this old man had big shoulders and a round waist, and a slender face. His muscles had become lax with age, and he looked like a Sharpei. He glanced sideways at Lu Ze, said nothing, and took a sip of tea.

Lu Ze didn't know the other two old men, but even if he didn't know the old man in the first seat, he could tell who he was at a glance. He looked so much like Jia Helong, as if they were carved from the same mold. Except for his face shape and The nose is different, but the rest is just a copy of Jia Helong.

He is Jia Changwei, the only eldest son still alive among the dozen or so children of Jia Helong, a generation boss.

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

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