Global Movie Emperor

The interview lasted until 4:30 in the afternoon. Five actors originally made appointments for interviews, but one of them seemed to have changed his mind and called directly to inform him that he would not come.

This guy who suddenly changed his mind did not ruin Lu Ze's interest, because the indicators of the remaining four interview actors were not bad, with the lowest being 7.5 points, while the standard of Universal Brothers was 7 points, which means that this All four will receive contracts in the near future.

After packing up his resume, today's work was officially over. He stood up with a yawn and called Mickey to inform him to end the work at hand.

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

At this time, his eyes were red, as if he had just shed tears. There was a thick layer of manuscript paper in the trash can. It seemed that dozens of ideas had been rejected in just two hours.

Zhuang Yu, on the other hand, bit his pencil and lowered his head in silence. It was not until Wang Zhen came over and gently rubbed his temples that he was brought out of his thoughts.

"What? Zhuang Yu hit you?"

Lu Ze made a joke, but it didn't make Mickey smile. He just took out a tissue and wiped the corners of his eyes, muttering softly: "No, I was just touched. I'm glad now that I found the right person and got Zhuang Yu here." Britain, otherwise I probably wouldn’t have been able to finish this book.”

"Did you finish it so quickly?"

"The only way to be that fast is to have an idea."

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

Zhuang Yu is the opposite of him in this regard. He is more rational, but has expectations for life. This makes his style deviate from Mickey. He is more realistic and creates true, kind and beautiful characters.

"Okay, okay, didn't you say you want to have hot pot tonight? Let's get out quickly. I haven't eaten anything since I got off the plane. I just drank two cups of coffee. I'm so hungry."

Lu Ze didn't want to let the atmosphere in the room change. Like Wang Yiyun, he pulled Mickey's head. Good guy, it must have been a long time since he washed his hair. He touched the oil on Lu Ze's hand and felt disgusted. Mickey rubbed against him and received a turning Superman punch from Mickey.

When it comes to hot pot, everyone gets excited. Mickey no longer cries like a woman. Instead, he gets up faster than anyone else and urges everyone to go downstairs and leave.

When he got downstairs, Lu Ze realized that Mickey's nearly 30-year-old Ford had been honorably retired, and his new car was hidden behind Kesha's Escalade. The car body blocked it tightly.

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

Aston Martin, One-77.

"Martini, shaken, not stirred."

The car window was down, Mickey was holding a cigarette, and the breeze was blowing. He squinted his eyes and said a classic 007 line very artificially. If his hair hadn't reflected in the sun, it would have looked like that. .

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

"Isn't he handsome?"

"Haha, I finally know why your dad always beats you."

The money belongs to Mickey, and he can spend it however he wants, but Lu Ze is always a little speechless. He was so squandering back then that he went bankrupt after going to prison. As a result, he turned over for the second time and didn't have a long memory. He didn't know why. Should we say that he can earn money only if he has the ability to spend, or should he be called a prodigal?

After taking Wang Zixuan into the nanny car, Zhuang Yu and Wang Zhen were also given a Volvo XC90 for transportation. The couple's current residence is next door to Lu Ze's house, and no one needed to lead the way. Everyone headed towards the destination in a familiar way.

When they got home, they were busy preparing vegetables, while Lu Ze went back home to take a look at the flowers and plants he had raised. During his absence, the flower beds had been taken care of by professional gardeners, and they were well maintained. Even in March, they are still in full bloom, and as soon as you open the glass door, you can smell the fragrant fragrance of the flowers.

After a brief look, he returned to Zhuang Yu's house. Because Zhuang Yu couldn't buy a copper pot, he could only use an electric hot pot instead. Lu Ze always felt that the taste of food cooked in copper pots and electric hot pots was different, but It is rare to be able to eat Chinese food in the UK.

There is no shortage of ingredients. Mutton and meatballs are served in bowls. The ingredients are also common domestic brands bought from Chinese supermarkets. In order to take care of Lu Ze, who doesn’t like sesame sauce, Zhuang Yu also took out some A bag of mysterious props made Lu Ze happy for a long time. This was the first time he had prairie red sun on a British dining table.

Pour the slightly spicy sauce into a bowl and add some boiling and bubbling soup base to dilute it. The mutton is good mutton. When it is cooked, there won't be that much blood foam on the soup. There will be a little bit of butter floating out from the bottom of the pot. Gradually they gather together and make their own contribution to the aroma of hotpot mutton.

Take out a large piece of mutton from the pot. The color of the micro-powder is very attractive. Even if it is dipped in the sauce, it will be filled with heat when you put it in your mouth. It makes people unconsciously open their lips slightly to breathe, but they are still reluctant to part with it. Give up chewing.

The most important point is that it must be paired with a high degree of white wine, otherwise the meat will not be fragrant in your mouth. Although the temperature in Liverpool in March is not low, the rainfall is the highest in the year. Drink some wine to get rid of the humidity. It was the best choice. Even Wang Zixuan picked up the wine glass and drank two ounces of it.

Everyone was hungry, and even though there were many topics they wanted to talk about, they all kept their stomachs full. It wasn't until after three rounds of drinking that everyone opened up and talked about the stories that happened during this period.

When the chrysanthemum was ripe, Lu Ze cleared the pot with chopsticks. A large ball of chrysanthemum was dipped in the reddish sauce in the bowl. He blew on it, pretending to be nonchalant and interrupted, then stuffed the chrysanthemum into the bowl. There was a purring and sucking sound in the mouth.

"Lao Zhuang, why are you thinking of running away to England?"

It's not to poke Zhuang Yu's pain points. The reason why he went abroad 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 financial backers are waving money. As long as he If you are willing to shoot, let alone repay the cost before shooting starts. There is no problem at all in making profits after the opening ceremony.

Overseas, he is also the darling of major film festivals. He is very easy to win awards. Every new film is very topical. For example, last year's new film "Rebuttal" premiered in Cannes and won four awards. The grand prize, logically speaking, he could have been his emperor in Tiancheng, a giant Buddha that even his bosses had to worship, and there was no need to come to the UK to make a living.

Zhuang Yu had no reaction after hearing this, which reassured Lu Ze a little. He didn't say anything for a while, took the tissue from Wang Zhen and wiped the sweat on his forehead. After chewing the food in his mouth and swallowing it, he picked up the wine glass and shook his head. A frustrated smile.

"Hey, if you don't like staying here anymore, just leave."

Everyone clinked glasses. He took a big gulp. It might have been too spicy. He frowned for a long time before exhaling. He was not a good drinker and had not made any progress over the years. He drank something white today and his face became red faster. He picked up a chopstick of mutton and threw it into the bowl. He hugged Lu Ze's neck, but did not look at Lu Ze. Instead, he lowered his head, pulled the mutton in the bowl, and whispered something.

"I'm disappointed."

He spoke in Chinese and didn't want more people to hear it. He didn't want to speak ill of the Chinese entertainment industry abroad, but since Mickey knew Chinese, there was nothing he could do.

"How to say?"

"I also like money, but I still have some ideals. I also want to realize my ideals and earn money at the same time, but there is no way..."

He explained to Lu Ze, but there was no beginning or end, and it was more like saying it to himself. He hadn't said this to others for a long time because it offended people. Only in front of Lu Ze and drinking some wine, he wanted to It's not pleasant to talk without vomiting, so I continue to talk to myself.

"Everyone wants to make money, whether at home or abroad, but the current domestic atmosphere is really bad. Why don't you talk about art? You are making people laugh, but you are making money for everyone." Money, they are so grateful for holding you up to the sky, but if you say you want to play art, I'm sorry, then we won't get involved with you, you can play it by yourself."

"This is the same as abroad. Movies... to put it bluntly, aren't they just for making money? Who would do movies if they don't make money? The risks are not small, the profits have to be split, and the funds are still slow to come back. It doesn't matter if it's me or you. Regardless of whether you are an actor or a director, everyone must acquiesce to the fact that movies are investments and then art.”

"That's different~"

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

"You're right, Lu'er. Yes, movies still have to make profit as their main purpose. I have been making movies for more than ten years. I definitely understand, but...but I have to have a fig leaf, right? You have to give me I'm a bastard, can you let me block you?"

When Lu Ze met Zhuang Yu for the first time, he had long hair, black-rimmed glasses, played the piano, didn't smoke or drink, and was gentle and didn't say a single curse word. As time went by, first of all, from What he lost was his long hair, and he unknowingly picked up the wine glass again. Finally, he held a cigarette in his mouth and always used swear words as particles when speaking at the dinner party. Maybe after joining this circle, even if you keep yourself clean, you will inevitably get infected. Some bad habits.

He was still interesting to his friends, with the energy of a person from the imperial capital, but the photographer who had won the gold medal in photography seemed to have gone further and further away. These years, he must have been very miserable, so Lu Ze took a sip of wine alone. , said nothing.

"Seriously Lu Er, if I were asked to choose, one would let me work shirtless as a laborer and make movies as a job just to earn money to support my family. The other would use art as a cover to give me some clothes to wear. To work out of interest, or to support my family, which one do you think I should do? Definitely the second one!"

"So you're here?"

"Yes, you said... Daughter-in-law, please give me some pills. You said that it takes me three to five years to polish a script. They are still anxious for me to make money, for fear that I will not be able to spend enough because of my hard life. , what should I do? I also have to find a screenwriter, but which screenwriter wants to write his own script now? How many screenwriters are serious about writing scripts? "

"Where are Huang Si'er and the others?"

"Bullshit."

As he spoke, he lifted up his clothes, revealing his fair and round belly. There was a sense of disdain in his expression and words. He pretended to be cautious and put it close to Lu Ze's ear, hissing: "What's wrong with him?" It’s a studio~ He’s got a bunch of gunmen~ How can you make money faster by writing stories than being a boss~”

After saying that, he moved a little further away from Lu Ze's ears. His sneaky expression just now turned expressionless again. The arm holding Lu Ze also pulled away, and instead rested on the back of the chair, with his body pressed against the back of the chair. He lit a cigarette, and suddenly, he slammed the table so hard that the dishes jumped up. It also startled Kesha, who couldn't understand Chinese, and he looked around at a loss while holding the dipping bowl.

"Find a kid who has just graduated to write a book, give it three to five thousand, write his name, and sell it for five million. The kid also wants to make more money, so he copies and corrects it all day long based on the TV pictures. It takes a month I finally managed to get three or five notebooks by copying them. I want to exchange for some more money to supplement my household income, but I'm sorry, they won't accept it. I only sell two or three takeaways a year. Is it just him? He's doing hunger marketing, everyone. They are all rushing to get it, Lu Er, do you think it’s outrageous?”

"Huang Si?"

"Yeah, by the way, I forgot, you have a pretty good relationship with him. I used to be the same, fourth brother, fourth brother, but now... I'm sorry, we're not friends anymore~ I'm embarrassed to be shirtless, I wanted to get some clothes to wear, but he was naked and proudly showing off his butt, so we were destined not to be able to play together."

Lu Ze was silent and didn't speak. Huang Si helped him write the script. When he was a Sega artist, although he didn't act in the script in the end, he still accepted Huang Si's love. Maybe Qian Bi Feelings are important, right? The screenwriter makes more money when he loses his pen than when he holds it. The world is really strange.

He took a spoon and gently scraped off the butter floating on the surface of the soup, and poured it into the waste soup bowl. The soup with the mutton bones just added turned milky white and was bubbling. He took a ladle of soup and put it in. Put it to your mouth and blow gently, the milky white soup will fluctuate slightly in the spoon. If you are not careful, it will flow out of the spoon and fall into the waste bowl, penetrating the butter and sinking to the bottom.

When it cooled down, Lu Ze took a sip, but it was not fresh.

"Is this what China does now?"

Mickey's head was almost in the pot, just to pick out a larger piece of mutton. Finally, he picked out a piece he was satisfied with. He dipped some sauce and stuffed it into his mouth. Before he could swallow it, he started talking vaguely.

"You can eat what you want."

"oh."

It doesn’t sound nice to say it, and it’s even more embarrassing for Mickey to hear it, but there’s nothing you can do about it. This is the truth. Many people think it’s the rise of domestic movies when they see a good movie, but then they are distracted by a bad movie. Looking forward to being extinguished, after repeating it a few times, you will realize that, oh, it turns out to be a short-lived flower. Maybe people no longer look forward to the so-called rise. They are just looking forward to when the short-lived flower will bloom again.

"Come on, drink in the glass. I can't stand it anymore. I can't drink it anymore. I'm done. Hurry up and finish the meat. Do it."

Clinking glasses again, this time Zhuang Yu drank more in one gulp, drinking half the glass directly. His expression was even more painful, and his right hand holding the wine glass was exerting force. It seemed that the mutton was resurrected in his stomach, trying to escape from his throat. ran out.

After a long while, he threw the mutton back into his stomach. He smiled at Lu Ze and the other two people who were not red and out of breath. They wiped their sweat with a tissue, then kneaded it into a paper ball and threw it on the table. He watched the paper ball rolling, waited until the paper ball stopped, and then spoke, as if he was speaking to Lu Ze, but also as if he was speaking to himself.

"So I'm not here to make money, or to pursue my ideals. I'm here...just to wear some clothes for myself."

"..."