Global Movie Emperor

"The nominations have been announced. As expected, you and I have both won, and the results of the screening were very good. Many people voted for us. I have some friendship with Kane, a member of the judging panel, and got some inside information. Although The specific winners were not revealed, but it can be seen that the judging panel still prefers us. By the way, what time is your flight scheduled so that I can arrange a car to pick you up."

"The flight shows that it will land at 3:17, but it just rained and snowed today. I don't know if the flight in Liverpool will be delayed."

The pencil unconsciously wandered over the notebook, not limited to one line, and drew a tangled mass of black wool. The bottom of the palm was stained with lead stains, and the entire paper was evenly smeared several shades darker.

The scraps of manuscripts covering the table made the whole room look a little messy. His left hand was placed next to his ear, holding the mobile phone. His right hand was still working on this meaningless painting, while his head was looking at the stationary fan on the ceiling. Obviously, his thoughts are not on this end of the phone, nor on the other end of the phone...

There is no mental problem with him. After his relationship with the people in the city continues to heat up, they will smooth over all the obstacles that would interfere with his mental state. What he looks like now is just a transitional immersion in the absurd world he wrote. Regarding this, the city People can't control it. He can be depressed, but he can't be crazy, so he is depressed now.

"Well, there is a screening and my interview at four o'clock today, so I can't pick you up, but the car has been arranged. I will send you my phone number via text message, and I will call you directly when I get to Berlin. Just your people, I have something to do here, so I’ll hang up now, bye."

"Dong dong dong..."

When the time reached twelve o'clock at noon, the pendulum of the vertical clock began to swing and made a loud sound, reminding Lu Ze that he was ready to set off.

There was no clock in the office originally. This clock was bought from a second-hand antique shop near Mickey's apartment. It is not expensive because new ones can also be bought in the UK. Second-hand old models without proof of use by celebrities cannot be sold at a high price. .

However, Lu Ze is very satisfied with this clock. Although the appearance is a bit old, there is no problem inside. The most important thing is that the old Lu family used to have a similar clock, although it looks similar to the one he bought now. It is a smaller version that can only be hung on the wall, but it still needs to be wound, and it will make the same sound at twelve o'clock and six o'clock.

The main purpose of buying this clock is not to tell the time or to decorate the office, but as a memory and a souvenir, because when he was a child, his favorite thing was to wind the clock and listen to the ticking sound of the clockwork. sound.

Although there is no mandarin duck pattern or monotonous chicken on this clock, it has lost a lot of Chinese flavor. It is just solid wood painted with brown paint. It looks simple and heavy, but at least it feels like you are back in your childhood.

As I get older, when I see something that was common in childhood but not common now, I will always stop and look at it more, look at it more, and even hope to own it. This kind of nostalgia appears at the right time and in the right place, and finally It can break the flail of time and release the beautiful memories that are unique to you, so...it's not bad to be pretentious occasionally.

He tore off the page full of black lines, crumpled it into a ball, picked up the trash can and cleaned up all the waste manuscripts. He stood up and opened the window. After the sleet and snow, there was a clear sky, and the breeze was slightly cooler, blowing white The collar of his shirt was swaying, and the worries were held behind his head. He wanted to stop the wind, but was restrained by him, letting the wind pass through without stopping at all.

The old man who looked after the props warehouse was cleaning the snow. Occasionally he took out the iron jug he was keeping warm in his arms, took a sip of whiskey, tightened his cotton coat, and continued working expressionlessly.

Outside the hospital, a girl waited on the roadside until an old car stopped. The boy thoughtfully adjusted the passenger seat for her, and then the two kissed in the car as if no one was around.

A black mother with poor economic conditions was angrily scolding her three young children until she shed tears. She cried while holding three little black children with peanut butter on their faces but confused expressions.

Advertisements posted by previous generations will be cleaned up by community cleaners, refugee robbers will be arrested by the police, homeless people will exchange the change for hamburgers, and community message boards that have been cleaned will still be posted with advertisements, and refugees will still be posted after they are released from prison. Will they continue to rob, and the homeless man will still lie there waiting for the next change after eating this meal, so is the world changing or staying the same?

Is it as clear as the clear sky, or as dirty as described in "The Past"?

He stood in front of the window and thought for a long time, then turned to the boss room to wash off the lead stains on his hands, picked a gray tie and tied it, put on a blue suit, returned to the table and put in the black-covered notebook with the script. Briefcase, close the window, pick up your luggage, and leave the office. Only the second hand of the pendulum is still moving unswervingly towards the next second.

In fact, he has been thinking about it this week and came up with the result. The result is... no answer.

…

He was lucky. The airport staff quickly cleared away the snow and the flight was not delayed. At 1:45, the plane took off and flew towards the blue.

There was also a tall, blond and blue-eyed British beauty beside her. She had an occasional conversation with Lu Ze, but after that they were busy with their own affairs and did not say goodbye until they got off the plane.

It is said that the ancestors of the British are the Anglo-Saxons of Germany, so there is a close connection between German and English. Even the vocabulary is partly in common, so Lu Ze still can't understand it.

He dialed the phone number that Mickey sent him. The man on the phone didn't speak blunt English like the Germans he met at the airport. He spoke very fluently and told him that he was waiting at the airport gate.

"I'm already at the airport gate."

"Mr. Lu, are you wearing a blue suit and carrying a black briefcase? Okay, I see you."

A middle-aged man with a medium build walked over and shook hands with Lu Ze. Then he handed over a car key and asked Lu Ze to show his embassy-stamped and translated driving license. When all the procedures were completed, Lu Ze was speechless. He watched the man leave, then looked at the gray Porsche 918 beside him, and fell into silence.

He half-squatted into the car, adjusted the driver's seat to a comfortable position, hunched over for a while, and finally opened the hood. Just like that, when Lu Ze sat up straight, he was still better than the original carport. The position is about one Tianling Gai higher than the other. With a tap of the accelerator, this top-notch sports car can flexibly overtake the vehicle in front, follow the navigation instructions, and enter the highway.

The road with no speed limit itself is quite enjoyable, coupled with a sports car with excellent performance, this is why Lu Ze did not choose to go directly to the hotel in the city. Although the blow on his scalp was a bit cold, he listened to the roar of the engine, and It accelerates from 100 kilometers to 100 kilometers in 2.8 seconds. After adjusting to track mode and slamming on the accelerator, it brings a pushing feeling. Such driving fun makes Lu Ze also like it.

When he was young in Shanghai, he envied those supercars that appeared on the streets late at night, but now even if he had the spare money, he would not consider buying such a car. Firstly, his height is not suitable, and secondly, he is a bit old. He couldn't stand the howling, and his heart was beating loudly. This kind of car was definitely fun, but it was enough to enjoy it.

Even if there is no speed limit, Lu Ze only drives less than 180 kilometers per hour. He is not a professional racing driver. Occasionally, when the speed exceeds 200 kilometers per hour, he feels that the field of vision in front of him has become smaller, and he can't help but feel a little bit. Playing drums, and the fuel tank couldn't bear it, he took the initiative to slow down and left at the next highway intersection.

When he returned to the booked hotel, it was close to five o'clock in the afternoon. There were many people taking pictures of the car on the road, which made Lu Ze somewhat embarrassed. First of all, the car was not his, he just used it for fun, and secondly, he was very fond of it. It is low-key. After satisfying the driving comfort, the brand of the car itself is not attractive to him. Simply put, he drives whatever is comfortable. Anyway, it is only used for transportation.

Before getting out of the car, he briefly combed his hair. Fortunately, Lu Ze had his hair slicked back. If he changed his hairstyle to a forward slicked hairstyle, his head would have exploded. After parking the car and leaving, Mickey was already waiting at the door of the hotel to see Lu Ze. He came over and waved with a bright smile, but received the key thrown by Lu Ze.

"Hurry up and return the car. Next time something like this happens again, I'll just take a taxi."

"Isn't this just a fun thing for you? Okay, if you don't want to drive it, don't drive it. This thing isn't suitable for you to drive. By the way, how's the storyboard going?"

"It's okay, it's going pretty well. You've done half of it. I've written about a third of it this week. The time is too tight and I can't finish it. But I have an idea. I'll work quickly and I'll have another four or five days." That’s it, I’ll show it to you later, let’s go upstairs first.”

"Wait a minute..."

Lu Ze was a little tired and wanted to go upstairs to take a shower and change clothes, but Mickey grabbed his arm and stopped him. This made Lu Ze look a little unkind. He looked up and down at the smiling Mickey and asked.

"what?"

"It's five o'clock. Let's go out to eat."

"I just arrived, why don't you let me put my luggage on it?"

"Just leave it at the front desk and ask them to keep it for a while. Come on, let's go. I'm still in a hurry. I've made an appointment with someone."

"Who?"

"Kamiya Kidman Shugula, Silver Bear, my heroine!"

"..."