Global Movie Emperor

"Speaking of which, where does the grudge between you and Sheffield come from? It seems like I've never heard you talk about it."

At noon, the sun was just right. He poured a cup of English black tea and some dried fruits and vegetables that were not high in calories. Lu Ze stirred the tea bag and rotated the silver spoon clockwise along the golden edge of the cup. Touching the wall of the cup was extremely He knocked less, lowered his head and stared at the inconspicuous steam emitted by the black tea, and asked with slight curiosity to Mickey, who was in the cloakroom next door, choosing a parent's outfit for himself.

"Him? He's a stupid person. When I was young, I had a bad temper. But now, he's just a fart. The kind of fart that doesn't make any noise. Is this a bit too formal for me?"

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With two stomps of feet, Mickey walked out, carrying a shoe polishing cloth, his left foot on the desk, and his hands vigorously wiping his pair of leather shoes that were not dirty at all. It seemed that he felt it was appropriate, but a little... Worried, he finally decided to ask Lu Ze for his opinion.

The temperature of the tea was just right. Lu Ze took a sip, but his eyes were looking at Mickey's outfit. Dark blue suit pants, a gray shirt, a plaid tie, and the same dark blue suit, maybe changed to a brighter one. The surface is better and looks more casual, but unfortunately, the pure lambswool material will only look serious and dull.

He sighed and put down the tea cup. He leaned back on the chair, put his elbows on the armrests, gently rubbed the ring, and thought about the words. After a long while, he slowly spoke out the words to answer Mickey's question.

"What you're wearing... looks a bit like a boiler in a funeral parlor."

"Go away! I know there are no good words coming out of your mouth."

"I think you should be more suitable if you change into hunting clothes."

"If you skip the previous sentence and give me the answer directly, I will thank you."

Mickey pulled off his tie angrily and put it back into the cloakroom. He had been thinking about this look for a long time and even specially trimmed his hair and beard just so he could be a cool dad when he went to pick up his daughter. However, Lu Ze ruined it with just one sentence. On guard, he was furious for a moment. His hand was neither light nor heavy, and he didn’t know what he knocked over. There was a loud bang, followed by a hysterical FU·CK roar, which stung Lu Ze with his little finger. Picking ears.

However, he still listens to his words. When it comes to the aesthetics of dressing, Mickey still has some ideas. Unless he has a stylist to help him when attending an event, his daily attire is compared with that of Lu Ze, and he looks like a doll. monkey.

"You haven't answered my question yet. Where did you and the director of "The Decameron" have such a big feud?"

"You know he's just a pervert, a real pervert boss in the workplace."

The answer was rather subtle, and Lu Ze couldn't help but squint his eyes. Although he didn't believe that people could leave handsome men and beautiful women without calling, and instead had evil intentions towards Mickey, who was so pretty, he still gossiped and asked. : "He is G·AY?"

"Get out! What the hell are you thinking?"

After hearing this, Mickey couldn't sit still. He opened the door and, probably without even putting on his clothes, stuck his head out from behind the door, pointed his finger at himself, and answered righteously.

"I'm sure he likes women, and I do too. I've had several girlfriends, I've slept with people all over the world, and I even have a daughter. Don't even think about slandering me."

"You said it yourself."

"Fart! Perversion doesn't just refer to special hobbies in that area, and homosexuality is perfectly normal, and being a pervert is completely different. It's okay for you to say this to me, but you will get into trouble if you say this outside."

"When did I discriminate against G·AY? Don't I have enough G·AY friends? I just thought he was the kind of old man who likes to wear a pink thong to work and wants to show it to you. It's not like you haven't seen that before. people."

"Shut up! Don't say anything so graphic, it will make me sick!"

The words stopped, probably because Mickey was trying hard to swallow the meal he had just eaten at noon. The sound of clothes being shaken off came from the cloakroom again. After a while, Mickey continued to talk.

"Sheffield is the kind of person who likes to put great mental pressure on people, especially people he doesn't like. It would be extremely unlucky to have someone he hates working under him. You are right. That unlucky guy is me. In fact, if you don’t like a person’s character, shortcomings, etc., do you know what I hate most about him? He discriminates against Asians.”

"Oh, okay, I'm starting to hate him too."

"But he is very smart and never expresses this kind of discrimination directly. Otherwise, I would just give him a slap in the face. He always likes to express discrimination with his eyes and tone. I had just graduated from college that year. Because of my grades, No, I went to a third-rate film school, and it was very difficult to find a job. Not to mention Hollywood, even in the UK, it was difficult to find a job. I had to go through all the trouble to find a company. It was Lawrence's company as a dramatist. It was me. It was unlucky to meet such a stupid boss and a stupid director who followed the team."

"Lu Ze, you know how it feels to have no choice. When I left this company, no other British film and television company wanted me. I was still in love with Elizabeth at the time and had not considered other countries, so I could only endure it. , I listen to him endlessly every day, you can’t do this job Mickey! You can’t do it! Go find another job! Don’t think about being a director anymore, you are not the material! Is this okay for me?”

He walked out and walked around in front of Lu Ze. Perhaps it was because he was talking about the unhappiness in the past. He subconsciously picked up the cigarette box, took out a cigarette and put one on his mouth. However, he immediately thought of what to do next, so He crumpled the cigarette into a ball and threw it into the trash can. He also put a piece of dried radish into his mouth and chewed it.

"It's better than the suit just now, keep talking."

"This thing is really not delicious, not sweet at all. Alas, at that time, I dreamed of going to Hollywood. I even bought a ticket but silently canceled it once. I thought that if I went to Hollywood, I would become a blockbuster, and I denied myself. , he couldn’t even make it in a small company in the UK, how could he still survive in a place like Hollywood? So I continued to endure it, until one day I finally couldn’t help it anymore, I had a quarrel with him, and even almost started to fight. , I wanted to use an electric drill to drill a hole in his forehead, but fortunately I didn’t, I just went to the union to complain, and then Lawrence placed me on another crew.”

"I'm lucky you didn't do anything, otherwise I really wouldn't be able to survive in this business."

"Yeah, but do you know what I'm more grateful for?"

"What?"

"I'm glad that I didn't go to Hollywood. Less than a week after I changed the crew, Elizabeth told me that she was pregnant. From then on, I started to be glad that I finally didn't go to Hollywood. If I had gone at that time, it would be okay. It works. As arrogant as I was when I was young, I would probably take some opioids to satisfy my cravings. If not, I would probably die in the black community, with three vulgar names like widow, hot girl, etc. What's even more frightening is that if I really took Elizabeth to the United States and I got infected with that thing again, even if I could protect her, what if Fanny was deformed or had abnormal intelligence? I would probably die. The heart is there.”

"You should be lucky man."

"Yeah, so I always feel that children are a gift from God, guiding me on which path to take, and I can take on more things unconsciously. Hey, it's two o'clock, I should pick me up. My dear, school is over. Let’s go. Give me the car keys.”

After handing the car keys to Mickey, he skipped away, still carrying the toys for his daughter. Unfortunately, maybe the father and daughter had too little time to communicate, which made Mickey's memory blurred, or maybe it was Time flies so fast that Mickey forgets that his daughter is now in middle school.

But no matter what, Lu Ze wouldn't think that a twelve-year-old girl would be interested in limited edition McDonald's toys or Barbie dolls. Maybe looking at it now, when Fanny got into a fight at school, Mickey gave it to Her pink boxing gloves were more suitable than any of these toys.

Lu Ze could only hope that this girl who was supposed to be a child star but was forced back to school by her mother and had much more experience than her peers could understand her father's intentions and give Mickey a step down.

After drinking all the black tea and eating a lot of dried vegetables and fruits, he turned around and looked at Mickey's desk. The photo of father and daughter on the desk was also shining brightly due to the sunshine. Lu Ze couldn't help but smile. , pick up a cigar lighter and lightly light the cigar tobacco until the aroma escapes, then roll the cigar clockwise to light it.

Hold it in your mouth and take a puff, but it does not reach the lungs. It is precisely because it does not need to pass through the lungs that cigars gradually replaced tobacco and became Lu Ze's daily ration. Although it is still not healthy, it is at least stronger than cigarettes and can satisfy Lu Ze. Ze likes to smoke something when thinking.

I took the tea cup downstairs and threw it into the dishwasher on the first floor. I listened to Kesha snoring loudly in his office. As soon as he came out of the dishwashing room, I saw a white man in his twenties standing at the reception desk. They were exchanging something with Old Gill at the door of the room.

"Are you alright?"

As the old headquarters, this place has become a club for the film staff of Universal Brothers. On weekdays, there are no new faces at all. Even thinking about the invitations that Universal Brothers has sent out in recent days, Lu Ze has an idea.

The young man turned around and looked surprised when he saw Lu Ze. He ran towards Lu Ze at a speed close to a trot, shook hands with Lu Ze and began to introduce himself.

"Hello Mr. Lu, I am Doyle Griezmann, the director of "The Ghost Story". It is an honor to meet you."

This is a very typical German surname, but the cheekbones and the bridge of the nose are not too high. It is much softer than the Germanic people. The figure is quite tall, slightly taller than Lu Ze, and the shoulders are wider. Most of them are of mixed race. This is not a boring conjecture, but there is no need to seek the real answer just after getting to know someone.

As a multi-national company, Global Brothers has always treated all races equally, but by analyzing the race of the other party as much as possible, they can generally avoid some jokes that are not suitable for relaxing the atmosphere, or move closer to their favorite way of joking. In this way, we can get closer to each other more quickly.

After all, the best way to respect each other's customs is definitely not to apologize after making inappropriate jokes, but not to make such jokes at all. This applies even in China.

"Mr. Griezmann, of course I know, Universal Brothers welcomes you, please come this way."

For this talent that Mickey thought the company would need and who seemed to have a good impression of him, Lu Ze did not choose the standard eight-toothed smile. A hearty smile showing four more teeth would be more appropriate. After finishing, Lu Ze did not immediately put away his palm, but gently placed it under his shoulder, at the position of his triceps, and pointed the direction for him with the palm of his other hand facing the steps.

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