Global Film Emperor

Chapter 152 The Type of New Film
"Splash splash splash splash splash".

The hotel showerhead has a strong spray; it would feel really good to use it to rinse your crotch.

He squeezed out some shampoo, but his hands were wet, so he slipped and half of it fell to the ground. Lu Ze has gotten a bit cocky now; he doesn't squeeze out shampoo the size of a soybean anymore. With such short hair, he managed to rub out a huge amount of foam.

"Tap tap tap~ tap tap tap~ tap tap~"

The phone rang, but outside the glass enclosure of the bathroom, I quickly rinsed off the foam and went out to answer Shen Jinghan's call. It turns out that no matter if you use a shampoo that costs thousands of dollars or a bottle of Pantene that costs eight dollars, it will still sting your eyes if it gets in them.

The foam on his head hadn't been rinsed off properly and had gotten into his eyes. He wiped it clean with a towel, but he still cried.

"What's wrong, Aunt Sihan?"

"Are you filming now? A director wants to talk to you and invites you to dinner."

"No, Director Liu had some things to do today, so we rested early and are at the hotel now. Which director?"

"Director Song Qingmin, the one from Hong Kong."

Lu Ze was quite familiar with directors from Hong Kong, but he was familiar with the older directors who started making films in the 1980s and 1990s.

The influence of Hong Kong films on the mainland at that time was considerable, much like Taiwanese idol dramas two thousand years later, becoming a childhood memory for several generations. Of course, horror films don't count; they were that nightmare that everyone dreaded.

Director Song Qingmin was one of the most famous directors in the 1990s. At that time, Lu Ze really enjoyed watching his action and comedy films. In Lu Ze's mind, Song Qingmin's films were second only to the "Young and Dangerous" series.

It's not that Song Qingmin's films were worse than "Young and Dangerous," but "Young and Dangerous" was incredibly popular back then. You can tell how influential it was just by looking at how many children were influenced by this series of movies.

Lu Ze quite liked this director. He glanced at the time; it was only a little past six. Lu Ze agreed, "Send me the address, and I'll head over right away."

"But aren't you at the Hilton Hotel right now? I'll be there in about half an hour. Get ready now, and I'll call you when I get there."

"Okay, I'll do it as soon as possible."

This clearly meant there was new work to do, so Lu Ze didn't dare to delay. He quickly went into the bathroom and took a good shower, then vigorously rubbed his body with a towel to dry off the water droplets. He put on a black and white suit and t-shirt, and put on his leather shoes. Just then, Shen Jinghan's call came in. It didn't even take half an hour, just twenty minutes.

As soon as they stepped out of the hotel, they saw the same Maserati. Lu Ze opened the car door, sat in the passenger seat, fastened his seatbelt, and adjusted the seat to a comfortable position.

Shen Jinghan stepped on the gas, and the car merged into the traffic. Wearing sunglasses and dressed like a sophisticated lady, she turned her head to look at Lu Ze. In fact, they hadn't seen each other for more than two months because she had brought in a new artist.

Lu Ze didn't feel any dissatisfaction or disappointment about this. After all, an agent can't just focus on one artist; it's normal to sign several new artists.

"You've gotten a bit stronger." Shen Jinghan said, looking ahead as he drove seriously.

Even while filming, Lu Ze didn't stop training and gaining weight, but the training sessions were shorter. He didn't have as much time for intense training, and his rapid muscle growth phase had stopped. Now, he's secretly happy to gain half a pound of muscle a month, although his body fat percentage is gradually decreasing.

"Yes, I've been working out all along. By the way, Aunt Han, when did Director Song contact you?"

"It was this afternoon. Oh, right, this is for you. We couldn't have a small celebration party, so I'm making up for it this time."

Lu Ze's Best Actor celebration party ultimately didn't happen. This was Hu Zhiguang's idea. Qian Shijia wasn't afraid of Lu Ze getting into feuds with other artists, because that's normal. That's just how the entertainment industry is.

What truly displeased Hu Zhiguang was that Lu Ze didn't consider the occasion. Where was this place? What was the purpose of this activity? Was this a place where Lu Ze could act recklessly?

Fortunately, Lu Ze played it relatively discreetly, and it only caused some ripples online. What if it had been caught on camera and broadcast on TV?
In fact, Hu Zhiguang was also doing it for Lu Ze's own good. If you really upset the top bigwigs in the film industry, no matter how well you make your film, they won't give you an award, and what can you do about it?
Lu Ze didn't respond, skipping the topic. He simply took the box, opened it, and glanced at it. It was a wristwatch, one that Lu Ze recognized—a Jaeger-LeCoultre Master Series.

"Thank you, Aunt Han."

Lu Ze accepted it without hesitation, since the two often exchanged gifts during holidays. This watch was worth nearly 400,000 yuan, and he could simply return it to the other day under some pretext.

Moreover, Shen Jinghan isn't the type to play hard to get. He's probably gotten tired of that kind of politeness at work, so he prefers simplicity in his personal life. If I buy it for you, just take it and don't waste your breath.

“Ever since you won the Best Actor award, you’ve started getting endorsement offers, and quite a few at that. I won’t introduce them all to you now; I’ll let you know after I’ve negotiated with a few of the most suitable ones.” “Okay.”

Without saying much, Lu Ze had confidence in Shen Jinghan's abilities. He didn't need to worry about these messy things; she could handle everything on her own. He just needed to follow her instructions.

The two did not speak again. During the journey, Shen Jinghan received a phone call, which was probably from Qian Shijia's newly debuted artist. However, Lu Ze did not inquire about it and did not know who the person was for the time being.

At 7:03, the two arrived at the agreed location, a well-known Western restaurant in Shanghai. The restaurant had a faint fragrance, but Lu Ze's nose wasn't sensitive enough to detect what it was.

"Welcome, do you have an appointment?"

"Shen Jinghan, we made an appointment this afternoon."

"Ms. Shen, please come with me. Your friend has already arrived."

The two followed the waiter to the table in the far corner, where Lu Ze saw Director Song Qingmin playing on his phone. He looked much older than Lu Ze remembered, with half of his hair already white. Although he was only nearly sixty, his face was full of wrinkles, making him look incredibly old; people would believe he was over seventy.

"Hello, Director Song."

Shen Jinghan and Lu Ze greeted him first. Actually, Shen Jinghan wasn't very familiar with Hong Kong and didn't have any connections there. This was also the first time she had met Director Song Qingmin.

"Oh, you've arrived. Hello, Ms. Shen, hello, Mr. Lu Ze."

Song Qingmin speaks Mandarin very well, although it still has a strong Cantonese accent. However, if he speaks slowly, it is still easy to understand. Shen Jinghan is not much older than him and belongs to the same generation, so he uses honorifics. Lu Ze is even younger than his son, so he cannot be addressed with the honorific "you".

"Hello Mr. Song, please have a seat. Your Mandarin is excellent, and I've read your works more than once."

They told the waiter to bring the food, and then the three chatted about various things. Since they were looking for a collaboration, they got along very well.

Lu Ze doesn't really like Western food. To be honest, he doesn't enjoy the Kung Pao Chicken rice bowl sold in the alley 200 meters east of the hotel as much as he does. He gently cut open the beef, which was pinkish inside, but the blood was well removed and was barely visible. He cut off a small piece and put it in his mouth, and that's when the conversation officially began.

"Excuse my intrusion, but may I ask why you invited us here today?"

Lu Ze, seeing that the idle chatter had gone on for a while, asked a question. Although he already had a feeling about it, he still needed to get confirmation from Song Qingmin.

What can a director do when casting actors?

"Filming."

"That's right, what else can we do? Interested?"

Lu Ze smiled, raised his glass, and lightly clinked glasses with Song Qingmin. Shen Jinghan didn't drink alcohol, but he did take a sip of water as a gesture.

"Then I'd like to know beforehand what kind of film it is?"

Do you know Jia Helong?

Lu Ze ran through the list in his mind. Director? No, screenwriter? No, that's not right either. Lu Ze really didn't recognize that name in the entertainment industry, so he shook his head to indicate that he didn't know it. He looked at Shen Jinghan, who seemed to know nothing about it either.

Song Qingmin picked up the wine glass, swirled it gently, took a sip, and put it down, his smile somewhat mysterious.

"A triad boss who was so powerful in the 1950s that Hong Kong would tremble with a stomp of his foot."

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Let's write an original, fictional gangster movie. There will be another chapter later.

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