Global Movie Emperor

"Suka...Suka...Sukabret!"

You can imagine the consequences of a hangover. It's okay when you fall asleep, but you will inevitably have a splitting headache when you wake up. It's like someone is cutting the Tianling Cap with a chainsaw. You have to be careful even when breathing. If you are not careful, the air seems not to have entered. Instead, his lungs rushed to his head, trying to inflate it until it exploded.

Electronic music was playing next door. Lu Ze picked up the watch that someone had taken off for him on the bedside table. He squinted at the hands. It was 6:17. He glanced sideways outside the window. This golden sky was obviously not early morning. He sighed. He breathed, endured the severe pain in his head, and turned sideways to cover his head with a pillow, but he still couldn't stop the noisy dance music from entering his ears.

I closed my eyes and pretended to be dead for ten seconds...twenty seconds...and half a minute. Finally, I couldn't bear it anymore. I sat up with a black look on my face. I put on my slippers and shook my feet twice to make the slippers fit better. Before I could wait, When I got up, I saw the vomit in half of the trash can beside the bed. The vomit was quite accurate and didn't spread out at all. It was obvious who had vomited it.

But even if he knew that this was his own product, Lu Ze still felt nauseous. He put his hands on his knees and was silent for a few seconds. He pulled out a few tissues on the bedside table and covered them on the trash can as if to cover his ears. , then he stood up and walked to the window to open it. The floor was high and the wind was a bit strong. It blew on his face and made him feel dizzy.

After the unpleasant smell in the room had mostly dissipated, he opened the door. In an instant, he suddenly felt that... the bedroom was actually not too noisy...

There were wine bottles all over the floor in the living room, and a lot of takeout packages on the table. No one was cleaning them up after eating. The ashtray next to it was not big, but it was filled with cigarette butts. Even the ash was scattered outside and no one was cleaning it up. , these people's smelly shoes and socks were thrown everywhere, exuding a pungent smell. One of them was thrown at the door of Lu Ze's bedroom. After looking at the sock, Lu Ze was very sure that this pair of socks It must have been worn for a while.

There was tinkling dance music playing on the speakers. Kesha was holding a cigarette and lying on the sofa playing with his mobile phone. The other two gritted their teeth and played Street Fighter with PS4 until Mickey's Gulie defeated Lu with almost full health. Cass's Chun-Li, the two men's fierce expressions changed, one screamed with excitement, and the other dropped his head in annoyance.

"Thirty dollars, you owe me, my Gulie and Zangief, you can't find any rivals in Liverpool! Who gave you the courage to challenge my man? Cheers, yo, wake up? You are already asleep... …Nearly twenty hours.”

Lu Ze looked bitter and resentful. He was too lazy to talk to Mickey. He turned around and went to the kitchen to get a glass of water. He didn't care whether the tap water in Liverpool was clean or dirty. He drank the water slowly to relieve the burning sensation that still existed in his throat. He pressed down, filled up the water again, returned to the living room with the water glass, sat down on the sofa, pushed Mickey aside, and looked at the faces of the three of them, full of doubts in his heart.

"I said, don't you feel uncomfortable? My head is about to split."

"It's okay. You're used to it when you're hungover. Are you too weak? Are you feeling uncomfortable after sleeping for so long? Lucas, do you want to play another game?"

Maybe it was because Mickey was really too strong in Street Fighter, but Lucas was obviously autistic after being beaten. He put his hands on his face and said nothing. He kept staring at the controller in deep thought. Maybe he was thinking about combos in his mind.

Seeing this, Mickey didn't try to provoke him with words. Otherwise, Lucas would beat the shit out of him in an offline PK. He helplessly shrugged his shoulders and took a sip of beer to express his boredom.

"Who sent us back last night? I remember you were drunk too, right?"

"I don't know either."

"you do not know?"

"Yeah, no matter what, it's good to be back. Anyway, nothing is lost. I put your wallet and mobile phone on the bedside table for you. You should have seen it, right?"

"Saw."

"Now that you're awake... do you want to play a game? Ten bucks a game, how about that?"

The handle was handed over, but Lu Ze didn't take it immediately. He half stood up, picked up the cigarette case and shook it twice. After hearing the sound, he opened the cigarette case, lit one for himself, took the handle and tried to play with it, even playing computer games. He only knew CF, so he had never played PS4 before. He didn't expect to beat Mickey. Anyway, the winner would be invited to dinner tonight, so winning or losing would actually be the same.

Under Mickey's guidance, he learned how to punch, took a sip of water, the two chatted and laughed, each chose a character, and a bet worth more than eighty yuan officially began.

…

"Dong dong dong, hello, your takeaway has arrived."

"Oh, okay, forty-seven dollars and fifty pence, right? Fifty dollars, no need to look for it, bye."

He took out a handful of tattered banknotes from his pocket, rummaged around for a while, and gave fifty to the delivery boy. The rest was used as a tip. He took the pizza and responded to the delivery boy's thanks. Mickey laughed happily. Kicked the door shut with his foot.

On the sofa, three autistic men were lying with depressed faces. They were really tortured by Mickey. Half an hour had passed since Lu Ze started, and the time between Lu Ze and Mickey was actually far away. It was not nearly as long as half an hour, just eight minutes. After losing twelve games in a row, it was up to Kesha to fight for him.

In fact, it’s no wonder that Lu Ze and the other three couldn’t withstand the blow. If the fight had gone back and forth, it wouldn’t have mattered even if they never won. But from the beginning until death, they couldn’t even come down from the sky. Who could bear this?

Fortunately, Lu Ze knew how to stop his losses in time and retreated after losing 120 yuan. However, after losing the cash, Kesha owed more money than Lu Ze lost. As for Lucas, he only owed thirty yuan. ...That was purely because he had a lot of cash. Now the two brothers Mao Zi were lost in thought and didn't say a word for ten minutes. Lu Ze frowned and struggled to search for Street Fighter's information on his phone with a broken screen. Combo strategy.

"Okay, okay, I'll lose a few hundred yuan to see how bitter and resentful you are. Eat something. I won't go out to play tonight. You eat first, and I'll get something. I recently wrote a new book. "

This house is a new apartment that Mitch rents. It has four bedrooms and two living rooms. It is very spacious. It is no longer like his father's old apartment, which required him to put important documents in the safe behind the TV. Now, he has a sense of self again. As for the conflict between him and his father... this somewhat stubborn old man would not immediately forgive Mickey just because he turned over.

The food was delivered very quickly, and the cheese on the pizza could be pulled out. Lu Ze and the other three tidied up the floor a little. As soon as they took a bite, Mickey came out of the study with two thin stacks of stapled A4 paper.

"Two notebooks, you guys read this first, bang! You have oil on your hands and you don't know how to wipe them?"

The complete script will not be so thin. It is obvious that Mickey is still guarding against the Maozi brothers and does 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 read the entire script in one go.

Kesha just stretched out his hand and saw that his fingers were shiny. Mickey frowned and patted his outstretched palm. Even if he played well, Mickey is still his boss after all. Kesha couldn't say anything, so he wiped his hands angrily. He carefully took the script, resisting the urge to lick his fingers and turn the pages, and read the script of this European genius.

Lu Ze noticed Kesha's rich expression and had already weighed it 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 handed it over instead of giving it to Lucas. Lu Ze nodded his head.

"It looks interesting, but I don't know much about it. I can only tell that it is interesting."

"I know what you mean, don't be anxious. I have an arrangement. If I show it to you, it means that I need you brothers. You are destined to be related to this movie. This script has not been perfected yet. Although the storyline has been determined, There are still some issues with the storyboard. If you accept it, we will discuss the contract issue when I come back from Germany, okay?"

Kesha and Lucas looked at each other, and the two brothers shrugged in unison: "We have no objection, boss."

At this moment, Lu Ze did not participate in their conversation. He began to read this thin stack of scripts. When he turned to the first page, the title of the film caught his eye.

"exile".

The title of the film was not attractive. Although it had 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 so far is very simple. It is just a story about an explorer who was in danger at sea and drifted 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 on an isolated island, focusing on the intrigues between people, the evil of human nature, or the reshaping of status.

"Exile" is about the loneliness of being alone on an island after being in danger, all the companions died, and it has a sense of deja vu from documentaries such as "Survival in the Wild".

The second is that the process is too fast. Generally, movies with the same theme will lay the groundwork before the danger, clearly explain the relationship between the characters, the time, the cause, and the purpose, and then wait for things to ferment on the desert island. In "Exile", perhaps because there is only one male protagonist Because of one person, there was no explanation for this kind of incident, so he just capsized the boat and the island was over.

This kind of film seems not new now. After all, Gulliver's Travels has been published for almost 400 years. So for now, Lu Ze doesn't have much interest. In his opinion, only Mickey's excellent script environment creation , it’s a bit interesting to express the sense of desolation and loneliness, but having said that, this kind of film is really suitable for the Mendeleev brothers. After all, they are ruthless people who dare to go to Siberia to make short films.

After all, the status is different. Lu Ze is still the boss, so he naturally has nothing to avoid. Unlike the two brothers, as employees, there are some things that cannot be said directly to the boss, so he directly spoke up and suggested to Mickey.

"I think this is a great film for Kesha and Lucas."

This kind of recommendation that does not contain personal emotions and is purely based on rational evaluation did not surprise Mickey. He crossed his legs and took a big bite of pizza. He chewed it until he swallowed it. Then he picked up the toilet paper and wiped it until it was shiny. lips.

"Of course, I also think this movie would be better made by Kesha and Lucas."

Lu Ze did not respond to the grateful eyes of the two brothers. Lu Ze understood the mood of the two. They wanted to make a movie and wanted to go crazy. This was inevitable. After all, they had not lived a very good life while fooling around in Europe. If they were not Russian As the winner of the Best Short Film Award at Cannes, they could at worst make a low-cost film to test the waters, but now, they can only wait for the decision of Lu Ze and Mickey.

Putting the script aside, he put the cigarette butt into the ashtray, picked up the water glass and poured some water to put out the cigarette butt. Lu Ze crossed his hands on Erlang's raised legs, intertwined his two thumbs, and kept moving clockwise. Rotate.

"Then the second part will go to Kesha and Lucas?"

"No."

Seeing the disappointed expressions of the two brothers, Mickey looked very serious, raised his palms to face the brothers, asking them to calm down, and then... suddenly showed a smile.

"This is the third film. I have said that there are still some problems with the storyboards and lines of "Exile" and need to be improved. During this period, I will vote for the second film. I will be the director and you will be the male lead. Lu Cass is the first photographer, but my sense of color recognition is not very good, so I am always dissatisfied with the use of colors, so Kesha, a former oil painter, needs to be my art director, do you two agree?"

"No problem boss!"

The two of them had no objection at all to this arrangement. As long as there was hope, they would be happy.

"Then the second movie...should be that book, right?"

Lu Ze pointed at the script that Mickey put behind him. Mickey smiled and nodded. With a hint of excitement, he pushed the pizza box aside and wiped the table with paper until it was clean and free of any oil stains. Then he took it carefully. He put the script on the floor, coughed twice, cleared his throat, and then introduced his new script to the three of them.

"This is the script I wrote in prison and was born after "The Effect". It is also my most satisfying script so far! Gentlemen, I would like to introduce to you my latest masterpiece... "Future Life"."

"Afterlife"!

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