Global Film Emperor

Chapter 109 A Dream
"I'll make you go crazy!"

"San'er, are you crazy! Stop hitting me!"

"Cut! That's a wrap! Pack up the props!"

Flames rose, and staff quickly used fire extinguishers to put out the burning frame. The actors also checked their physical condition to see if they had any burns.

Lu Ze, panting, wiped the ash from his hair. Just now, it was the scene of his younger brother hitting the tree and fighting with the tree. In order to ensure authenticity, the two of them did not use their full strength when they threw punches, but they did use force when they were tearing at each other.

"Brother Lu, are you alright? I didn't hold back, are you alright anywhere?"

The actor who played San'er was a special guest. His acting skills were really good. Now that filming is over, he came over to apologize to Lu Ze. He said if it hurt, please don't take it to heart for a small actor like him.

"I'm fine, how about you? We're both actors, we're both just filming, there's no need to say things like that."

After comforting the actor, Wang Zixuan took a feather duster and brushed the snow and dust off Lu Ze's body to prevent him from playing in the mud when the snow melted.

Back inside, Lu Ze lay down on a chair, unscrewed his thermos, and gently blew on it. His thermos was quite expensive and had excellent insulation; the tea he had brewed two hours earlier was still scalding hot.

I picked up the script and flipped through it for a while. All the scenes in the countryside were finished. It took almost two months in total. Filmmaking requires meticulous attention to detail. Even a small oversight means we have to reshoot in order to maintain the standard.

When Lu Ze was filming TV series, he could shoot fifteen or sixteen pages of script on the first day if things went well, while when filming movies, he would spend the entire day polishing a single shot.

The scene of the tree wedding, which was filmed half a month ago, took two days to film. Every night before going to bed, Lu Ze would drink a large glass of water to ensure that his face would be swollen the next morning. Then he would apply cold makeup, which looked similar to what a dead person would wear at a funeral. It did look rather eerie and terrifying.

But it was precisely because of his insistence on doing a good job even at the cost of his health that Lu Ze earned the recognition of all the actors and staff present. To be honest, they rarely see this kind of dedication among young actors anymore.

"Lu'er, you're exhausted. Take Zixuan back and rest. There's no more filming anyway. The props team can stay and clean up. Listen to me, let's go back first."

Zhuang Yu felt a little sorry for Lu Ze when she saw him resting with his eyes closed in the chair. Lu Ze's health was not very good. He had a fever a few days ago and had been receiving IV drips at the village clinic for three days. Even so, Lu Ze did not utter a single complaint.

But Lu Ze didn't say anything, so he couldn't ignore it. The fact that Lu Ze was willing to act in his play was a sign of affection. Even if he had moved Lu Ze with the script, it was still a sign of affection.

Putting everything else aside, Lu Ze has become incredibly popular now because of "Forensic Doctor Qin Ming". If he takes on another new role, the director would probably be embarrassed to ask for less than 200,000 yuan per episode.

So he only made this for the money? If he was in it for the money, wouldn't it have been better for him to comfortably film his urban dramas? Why did he have to come all the way to Qiqihar in this freezing cold to suffer like this?

Look at him now, his hair is a mess, his lips are cracked in several places from the cold, and when he smiles, they split open and bleed. He has a scruffy beard, and his cheekbones are covered in blood vessels from the cold. He is a completely different person from the handsome Qin Ming.

These are all debts of gratitude. He's a man, so he can't say them out loud, but he keeps them all in his heart.

Lu Ze opened his eyes, his eyeballs were bloodshot, and he coughed twice because he was still recovering from his cold.

"Okay, then I'll go back to sleep first. I'm a little sleepy. Let's go, Zixuan, I'll take you back to the farmhouse first."

He wrapped his military overcoat tighter, looking like a typical old farmer, somewhat hunched over, and slowly left the courtyard, got into the car driven by the production assistant, and drove away.

Zhuang Yu suddenly remembered what Li Wei had told him. He hadn't paid attention to it at first, but the longer the filming went on, the more he realized what it meant.

“Look at Lu’er, it seems like he’s having some problems.”

"Brother Lu, I'm not going back to the farmhouse. Are you feeling unwell? Let's go back to the hotel together. If you're feeling unwell, let's go to the hospital to get it checked out."

Lu Ze's head was buzzing like mush. Hearing Wang Zixuan's worried words, he gently waved his hand, closed his eyes to rest, and even speaking a single word was exhausting.

As Lu Ze's assistant, Wang Zixuan had witnessed his life these past few days. To be honest, she had never seen such a terrifying person in her life.

A person who has no free time except for daily phone calls with family, doesn't use their phone, doesn't play cards with the veterans on set, and only drinks a little alcohol with meals, leads a very dull life.

So what did he do? He read scripts, revised biographies, and muttered to himself every day. He was either rehearsing lines or finding a small open space to walk around and memorize his lines.

Wang Zixuan opened WeChat Sports and saw that Lu Ze always had the most steps, walking at least 20,000 steps a day. He had lost weight.

Most importantly, when he gets a new role, he feels like he's won a treasure, or perhaps it's pressure, and he smiles less and less. This was true even during the filming of "Forensic Doctor Qin Ming," and it wasn't until filming wrapped that his smiles gradually returned.

She doesn't like to laugh because she has some facial nerve problems. It's difficult for her to even make a facial expression, let alone laugh, and it's even more frightening when she does laugh.

But that doesn't mean she was unhappy. As for Lu Ze? He was genuinely unhappy, keeping everything bottled up inside, immersing himself in the world of the script until filming was finished.

Wang Zixuan became even more worried when she saw that Lu Ze didn't say anything, until the car stopped in front of the farmhouse.

"Get out of the car. Just come to the hotel to find me tomorrow." "Brother Lu, I'll stay at your place tonight. I'm worried about you in this condition. Don't worry, I won't bother you. You can rest and I won't say much."

"Stop talking. It's so cold. Just take care of yourself and don't catch a cold. Get off the bus."

"As an assistant"

"As my assistant, you should listen to me, get out of the car, go to sleep, and remember to soak your feet tonight to get rid of the cold."

Forced out of the car, she stood innocently outside the farmhouse, still expressionless, but she seemed a little wronged. Lu Ze told the driver to drive off and ignored her.

Anyway, he's already been taken to the entrance of the farmhouse, so nothing could have happened. He's just too tired, not physically, but mentally.

Back in his room, Lu Ze looked at himself in the mirror, then slapped himself. His reflection remained expressionless. He slapped himself again, and the result was the same.

After taking a shower, he got into bed, sat there blankly for a while, then turned over, turned off the bedside lamp, closed his eyes, and prepared for the next systematic lesson.

"The host's mental state is detected as anxious and unstable, and the heart rate is irregular. Access to this course is prohibited for the host. You are forced to enter sleep. Good night."

"Aren't we having classes anymore?"

Lu Ze suddenly found the system's "Goodnight" message to be kind of cute. Then he felt weightless and fell asleep. He then had a dream, a very strange dream.

In my dream, there was a large group of people gathered around, some old and some young, some missing limbs, all with their backs to me, watching something.

Lu Ze was very curious. He didn't know why he was so curious, so he pushed and squeezed forward until he finally reached the front row, where he saw more than a dozen big men beating someone up.

The man was curled up on the ground, huddled up like a shrimp. He seemed to be the leader, and he actually took out a machete that was more than a meter long from his pocket.

"What the hell are you doing with a knife? Are you going to try and kill someone in broad daylight?"

Is it even scientifically possible to pull a machete over a meter long out of one's pocket? But for some reason, he just didn't care. He turned his head, unable to see the faces of these people, only their indifferent eyes.

All of them, a full four or five hundred people, had the same look in their eyes, cold enough to freeze into ice crystals, staring at the person lying on the ground without a shred of pity.

Lu Ze, for some unknown reason, felt a surge of righteousness and tugged at the clothes of a man watching nearby. Strangely enough, Lu Ze couldn't see the man's face clearly, but he could see the beard on his chin, a neatly trimmed full beard.

"Brother, please call the police! This could be fatal!"

The man crossed his arms, looked at the man on the ground with disdain, and snorted: "So what if he's dead? He wouldn't live much longer anyway. Don't worry, he won't die now. We still have a doctor here."

"Even if you have a doctor, you can't just stand by and watch them kill people!"

"Ha, we still have police here. Who wouldn't want him dead?"

At this moment, the leader spoke up, picked up a machete, went up and slapped the man on the ground.

"You want to die so soon? You dare to cause trouble?"

The other man next to the eldest brother suddenly laughed out loud, his laughter was very sinister: "Skin. Really bad. It's been a long time since I've played with this, I'm getting a little craving it. Give me the knife, I want to see if his flesh is tender."

He tried to snatch the knife from his elder brother, but his brother stopped him, turning around and shouting, "Idiot! Where's the idiot? Come here! He rebelled, so this job should be yours! Break one of his legs first."

A man walked out of the crowd, and Lu Ze noticed that a woman was following behind him. She seemed to be the only woman in the group, but she was just a dark figure, and it could only be identified as a woman by her figure.

She seemed quite timid, grabbing the clothes of the man who had just come out, as if trying to stop him. She tugged at him gently twice, and the man patted her head, but resolutely picked up the machete, walked over, and slashed the thigh of the man on the ground.

"Holy crap! Call the police! My leg has fallen off!"

Lu Ze was terrified, after all, a person had had one leg chopped off while still alive. He shouted loudly, hoping someone could help the man on the ground, but all he got in return was the cold stares of these hundreds of people.

"This is not a place for you, get out!"

The older brother walked up to Lu Ze and kicked him hard in the stomach. Then everything went black before Lu Ze's eyes, just before his vision blurred.

He saw it: the person on the ground, with unnatural, twisted hands.
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