Global Movie Emperor

"The camera crew equipment inspection has been completed."

"The lighting equipment has been checked and the sound reception is good."

"The costume team has completed the final touch-up of makeup, and the props department has passed the final inspection."

In the crew, the crew was running smoothly and there were no problems. This was a good sign for Fatini. There were no major mistakes that made him busy. This is the best result for a new director who is not a professional.

He has experience as a musical director. This advantage is highlighted at this moment. He is much better than ordinary non-professional new directors. Although the number of departments and personnel is much larger than that of stage plays, he is still Within his control.

Lu Ze saw it in his eyes and said nothing. His heart was completely shattered. Sure enough, in terms of professionalism, as a director, Fatini may not be qualified now, but as a person who manages multiple companies and thousands of employees, As a company leader, it is not difficult for him to keep a small theater team running.

On the side, Lucas raised his body from behind the camera, took the cigarette that was burning into the sponge from his lips, pinched the still-burning red cigarette butt with his thumb and index finger, and rubbed it gently, and the little sparks fell into the air and were completely lost. He took out a long puff of smoke and stuffed the cigarette butt into one of the pockets of his military green denim vest. His expression became more serious. The light shone on his shiny bald head, making the goat horn tattoos on both sides of his head appear three-dimensional. A lot.

Unknowingly, the atmosphere became depressing. Even before filming started, no one dared to make any noise. Fatini's secretary and assistant director leaned over and asked, and after getting Fatini's permission, he took the He picked up the intercom and gave instructions to the staff outside the bar.

"Let the extras come in."

As soon as he finished speaking, the sound of the rolling shutter door being opened sounded. The voices of men and women, accompanied by a sparse sound, were getting closer and closer to Lu Ze. The man and woman who came in first were stunned for a moment, and seemed to be infected by the depressing atmosphere. The smile on his face faded, he nodded to everyone, and stood aside, waiting for the director's arrangements.

"Find a seat by yourself. The stronger one should sit in front. The bigger one should be a little closer to the front. Give them a drink and play music. Ferrer, enter the picture. Go to the side of the bar, on the left hand side. Don't look directly in front. Okay, the guy wearing Navel-baring lady, you know what you're going to do, right? Great, Lucas, do you think there's anything else that needs to be adjusted?"

"The strongest one, if you swap it with the guy next to you, there will be no problem."

"OK, Lu Ze, it's your turn to play. Each department is in its place. Let's see how well you perform Lu Ze."

Fatini finally showed a smile and gave Lu Ze a thumbs up. Lu Ze understood, spit out the straw in his mouth, and walked straight to the door of the bar. This scene starts from here.

As he walked towards the door, the actors present began to get nervous. For other people in the crew, this was just an ordinary step, but for the actors, every step was like stepping on a drum, letting themselves I was scared from the bottom of my heart that I was really going to play against Lu Ze. This was not a drill, but I was actually going to the battlefield to compete with Lu Ze.

Music started playing, funk music sounded in the bar, and the extras began to taste the strong alcohol in front of them. Under the erosion of alcohol, they gradually started to feel better.

The small neon light bulb was powered on, coiled and flickering on the iron fence, the dusty and broken fan began to shake and rotate, the cigarette roll and lighter started to work, the bar became filled with smoke, and the style and sentiment of the old bar began Show, this is a kind of beauty that takes the rhythm of the times.

"Hit the board!"

Fatini gave the order, and the recorder quickly ran to the camera, raised the board horizontally, announced the game in a loud voice, then bent down and quickly evacuated, disappearing from the shots of the three cameras.

"Atonement, Act 1, Scene 1, begin!"

As if the horn of a general attack had been blown, or as if the frozen space was resurrected, the bar was filled with people. It was like time was flowing again after experiencing stasis. This shout also made Lu Ze concentrate his whole body and mind, and instantly felt changed.

The back is slightly hunched, but the angle is not too great. The lips begin to tremble unconsciously and are gleaming with saliva. A close-up view of Unit 1 reveals an old arm full of wrinkles and age spots, while most of the body is still intact. Obscured by the 90-degree corner, he then pulled back, and his lower body entered the camera, consisting of a pair of jeans that were still stained with mud, a bit muddy in color, and had been torn into strands of cloth at the ankles, and a pair of jeans that were full of wrinkles and had a large area on the toes. It consists of old-fashioned Red Wing Martin boots with worn leather and the soles of which have not been replaced.

The camera did not move up, nor did it switch to other camera positions. The track began to run, following the walking path of the jeans in parallel, until it reached the bar. It stopped, and the camera quickly switched to the No. 2 camera inside the bar. Super close-up, unnatural light shines directly onto the cheek from diagonally below. The weird light is one of the most direct sources of inner terror. It makes this old and unreal face that takes up the entire space of the shot even more disturbing.

…

"A glass of water."

His voice was hoarse, thick and muddy. He sat on the high stool with some difficulty and put his hands on the bar. It took him a long time to blink his eyes, as if he cherished the time to blink too much, but the yellow eyes and brown pupils made him feel uncomfortable. People can feel the aura of approaching death, which makes the bartender at the bar feel a little uncomfortable.

"Vanessa, go ahead and do your work."

The bartender ordered the waiter who was teasing him just now. Seeing the serious expression on the bartender's face, she seemed to be frightened by the old man. She nodded, turned around and left quickly. After the waiter left, the bartender's expression changed slightly. She felt a little afraid and didn't even look up at him. She just picked up a white rag and kept wiping the decades-old bar.

"Just water?"

"Just water."

He turned around, picked up a large square cup, and went to the sink to clean it. At this moment, his hands were shaking and he couldn't even hold the cup. He slipped and fell into the stainless steel basin. The cup did not break. There was not too much noise under the cover of the music. I wiped it off in a panic, took a glass of water, placed it on the edge of the bar, and gently pushed it in front of the old man.

"I don't want ice."

"Please, don't mess with me... I'm really scared. I won't do that kind of business anymore. Please hire someone else."

Simply being picked on made the bartender almost collapse. He begged softly, hoping that the old man would let him go, but obviously, this was not very possible.

"Impossible, your family is all engaged in this kind of business, your grandfather, your father..."

"So they died. I didn't want to die. I was scared to death... so I stopped doing it!"

"Bring me a glass of warm water."

The old man gently pushed the top edge of the cup with the tips of his fingernails, not even wanting to let his fingers touch the frozen and frosted wall of the cup. His emotions in his words still did not fluctuate. He just pushed the cup back to the bartender and started again. He made a request, then stretched out his palm, letting the bartender see... a glimmer of light on his fingertips.

"I don't like people playing tricks on me."

The bartender's trembling was even more exaggerated, his legs were as soft as noodles, his lips opened and closed, but he didn't say a complete sentence, but the old man smiled, slowly left his seat, and took a step back.

"I believe you won't do it now, but I need a job. Help me find one that satisfies me. Don't even think about running away. I will come to you again within three days. Should I go to the bar to find you or go to the bar?" Your family is looking for you, it depends on your choice, don’t let me down, young man.”

"Why does it have to be me? I don't want to have anything to do with them now. Why do you have to force me..."

"Family business is not so easy to cut off. If you don't do it, you won't be able to protect yourself. Don't think you live comfortably. Look at these people. I'm protecting you. See you in a few days. .”

He walked slowly, still smiling when people looked at him, with his hands behind his back. No one doubted whether he was close to death. The bartender looked at his back, and his breath was no longer even. Is it true? lie? Should he believe it? With just a few words, the old man started a storm of thoughts in his mind. Finally he got tired, or was awakened by the waiter. He blinked hard, quietly put away the ice sharpener he was holding in his hand, and gently Gently kneading his hands that were already numb from ischemia.

…

"Yes, Feiler, you performed better than I expected!"

After a round of applause, Fatini applauded and led a group of people to join him. Lu Ze leaned against the door frame, the cigarette on his lips slowly floated into the sky in a graceful curve. He also smiled and applauded Feiler. Congratulations, and then...a crack suddenly appeared on his face.

"Makeup artist, touch up makeup..."

…

Are you performing beyond your level? Feiler didn't feel like it. After the filming was completed... he didn't have that confident feeling. After thinking hard for a long time, he realized that he was being led by Lu Ze. It was not so much that he was led by Lu Ze, but that he was being led by Lu Ze. He brought in his own tension, replaced the character immersively, and integrated his emotions into the character.

This could not be accomplished simply by relying on Lu Ze's personal abilities. If it weren't for the fact that he was severely tortured by Lu Ze during the script discussion stage, his own emotions would not be so strong.

"In the end, it was because of fear of Lu Ze that I let myself perform so well... ha."

Realizing this, the remaining joy disappeared. After thanking the congratulators, he found an empty chair. Feiler shook his head helplessly, trying to get rid of these sad thoughts, but Still nothing can be done.

…

"His performance is still so stable, Lu Ze."

Fatini did not hesitate to praise Lu Ze. After all, he could be considered a fan of Lu Ze. However, he did not get a response from Lu Ze because at this moment, Lu Ze was slumped in a chair waiting for the makeup artist to put his face on "Seal" the cracks on.

The rolling shutter door was pulled up again, and footsteps came down the stairs. Xiao Wang arrived, holding two boxes of cut fruits, standing next to Lu Ze, looking around the set, and looked at Fatini in confusion.

"Mr. Gambiano, where is Brother Lu?"

"His face is cracked and he needs surgery."

"ah??"

"..."