Global Film Emperor

Chapter 10 The End
"Is this the end?"

Holding the 350 yuan he received today, Lu Ze clenched the banknotes with some reluctance. Yes, after four days, he had finished filming.

In total, he only spoke seven lines in those four days. Apart from the two lines he spoke on the first day of filming, the remaining five lines were not very long.

The bodyguard he played was the regimental commander's first bodyguard, and he was quickly killed by artillery fire in the film. The bodyguard who came in as a replacement had much more screen time and was not in the same league as him.

Recalling the stiff expression on the face of the protagonist who was crying while holding his dying self, Lu Ze smacked his lips, feeling that he hadn't acted as well as he had.

Perhaps this is just his delusional arrogance?

In four days, he took several more courses. In addition to the course on "script and dialogue training", he also learned "basic facial expression control for actors" and "control and application of body language".

Lu Zezhao has made tremendous progress compared to a week ago. The contrast is astonishing. Compared to before, when he didn't even know how to stand properly, he can now be considered a qualified new actor.

If you compare him to students who have graduated from a professional program, Lu Ze may lack in theoretical knowledge, but it's hard to say who is stronger in practical application.

After all, whether you study or not is your own business in university, but in the system space, if you don't study, you'll be beaten to death by the system.

He put the money in his pocket and thanked all the crew members he knew. Although he was just a minor character and no one took care of him, the four days of learning on set had really benefited him a lot. At least it made him understand the basics of how a film crew operates.

After saying goodbye, I left the film studio. This morning, because someone had ridden away the Mobike bike in front of my house, I was delayed and hadn't had time to eat yet. I went to Liu Le's dad's place, bought some steamed buns, and sat on the roadside to have a quick bite.

That said, a few days ago, because he had to start work at 5:30 every day, he had to get up around 4:40. At first, he was worried that he might not be able to get up due to the classes, so he set several alarms and prayed that they would work.

Fortunately, the class automatically paused the moment the alarm rang, kicking him out of his dream.

"Eating? Why are you out so early today? Finished work?"

Liu Le appeared out of nowhere, sat down next to Lu Ze, and asked while smoking a cigarette.

"Ah, that means we've finished filming for today."

After swallowing the last bite of the steamed bun, Lu Ze let out a satisfied burp, pulled out a tissue to wipe the oil off his hands, and said with his head down.

“These past few days I’ve been thinking about what kind of roles you can play. Then I went to your film crew to watch you act, and you acted really well. So I thought I could introduce you to war dramas in the future. If any production team needs people, I can tell them you have experience filming war dramas.”

"Anti-Japanese War drama? Sure!"

Lu Ze pondered for a while. If this were to become a genre of anti-Japanese war dramas, then it could be said that in the future, aside from playing minor roles, all dramas with lines would probably be anti-Japanese war dramas.

However, after thinking about it for a while, he felt that he was overthinking things. He was already a character actor, and he was struggling to support himself. Thinking about this was too far ahead. His primary goal was to work hard to survive, so after hesitating, he agreed.

"Okay, I'll contact them for you. Just wait. I'm leaving now."

Liu Le patted Lu Ze on the shoulder, then got up and left to busy himself with selecting extras for the next scene.

Liu Le's promise really touched Lu Ze's heart. These past few days, the crew had been paying him his salary, meaning that Liu Le hadn't received any of the profits.

But he was still happy for him. Even though he hadn't made much money off him, he still helped him find new work. This kindness was heavy, and Lu Ze didn't know when he would be able to repay it.

Brushing the dirt off his bottom, Lu Ze prepared to go home. He glanced around habitually on the way, but did not see Yang Dan standing by the roadside.

He hasn't met with Yang Dan these past few days because there are very few night scenes for him in this drama, and he can usually clock out before 5 p.m. every day.

When he got home, Yang Dan hadn't returned yet. By the time Yang Dan came back, he was already asleep, studying in his dreams.

Today, he still didn't see her, but he wasn't disappointed because she lived next door to him, and besides, Lu Ze really didn't have any unusual feelings for Yang Dan.

She's just a very good female friend.

Back home and into sleep, since my future path involves acting in war dramas, I definitely need to simulate lessons from the anti-Japanese war period to prepare for future roles.

The process is similar to the courses that the elderly imitate, both of which are divided into an observation stage and three simulation stages, but the simulation stages last for one month, one year, and eight years respectively.

When Lu Ze woke up, he realized that his memories in the system space had been tampered with. He had forgotten that he was in a simulation and had become completely absorbed in it.

He treated the system space as reality, and only after being killed and entering the reload interface would he regain his consciousness that he was in a simulation learning state.

The course doesn't start over after death; the lessons before death don't count. Instead, the course ends when the total time spent alive meets the required duration for each stage. After completing all three stages of the course, Lu Ze sat bolt upright in bed, covered in cold sweat. His score for the third stage was very high, reaching 98 points.

He wasn't punished much, and his grades were excellent, but he couldn't be happy.

This was his first time practicing the memory-blocking course, and he wanted to cry because once his memories were covered, he treated every NPC in the system space as a living person.

Then Lu Ze personally witnessed them die one by one, their bodies shattered by bullets and shells, leaving no trace of their bodies.

Especially in the third phase, he survived for eight years in the chaos of war, and he did so as a soldier.

This was painful; the past nine years of his life, spanning these three stages, were now flooding his mind, reminding him of his "brothers."

He wept bitterly, unable to distinguish whether he was living in reality or dreaming, and it took him more than ten minutes to barely muster his strength.

Everything is fake; nothing exists.

All three dishes were ice cold: stir-fried pork with garlic sprouts, stewed yam and radish, and stir-fried lettuce with soy sauce. Liu Le filled his stomach with the still slightly warm rice, put down his chopsticks, and let out a burp.

"Is Xiao Yong asleep?"

"Sleep."

The wife answered while playing on her phone in bed.

After more than ten years of marriage, the intimacy of being able to talk about anything has long since faded, and each person has their own work, private space, and social circle.

Liu Le glanced at his wife, who seemed to have no lingering desires after a satisfying meal. After clearing away the dishes, he took out his phone, opened WeChat, and pulled out a notebook from his bag to start taking notes.

In a WeChat group for foremen, they are still chatting. Some foremen are borrowing people from their peers because they don't have enough staff, while others are asking if anyone has any of their subordinates who can take on the work. There are also silly people posting health tips and corny videos on their WeChat Moments.

De Shuai: "Old Zhao, do you have any actors under you who can act in war dramas? Someone with some acting skills, someone who can cry on cue!"

Old Zhao: "Da Peng told you to ask, right? No! You've already asked me, where are you going to look?"

Erfeizi: "What's going on here? If you need that kind of special type, go to the union. Why are you coming to us?"

DeCoach: "Just two scenes, and the price isn't even high, plus the acting has to be good. Do you think you can find someone like that in the Screen Actors Guild?"

Erfeizi: "Do they really think our men are gods? We can't find them."

De Shuai: "Forget it, I've already told Da Peng. Isn't this ridiculous? We should just tell the director to cut this scene!"

Old Chang: "A must-read for health preservation! It turns out that eating this thing can kill you!"

Liu Le scrolled through the chat history and found out what happened. It turned out that a director from a film crew insisted on filming a soldier crying before his death to make it more tragic.

Go to the Actors Guild. They're a bunch of people who earn at least 20,000 to 30,000 a month. They offer low prices but have high requirements, so naturally no one wants to work there.

Even after the price was raised to a reasonable level, some people still felt they couldn't act, while others felt there weren't enough roles to play and were unwilling to act.

In the end, the production team thought about whether they could find such a person among the extras and try their luck. If not, even if the director liked the scene very much, it would have to be cut.

Liu Le considered it for a moment. He only had one person specializing in war films under his command. As for Lu Ze's acting skills? Liu Le had heard Lu Ze say that he had studied acting on his own, but he didn't know how good he could be.

However, he still planned to ask, just in case Lu Ze said he could do it.
Lu Ze picked up his phone to make a call, but when he checked the time, it was almost midnight, so he didn't dial.

There are still a few days left in the production, so there's no rush. I'll ask him in person tomorrow and see how well Lu Ze can perform.

Otherwise, if I report Lu Zexing as soon as I hear his name, and he turns out to be unsuitable, I will be blamed.

Thinking of this, Liu Le put down his phone, took a shower, and then lay down on the bed, falling asleep back to back with his wife.

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