Global Film Emperor

Chapter 172 of "The Boxing King" is scheduled for release (long chapter)
Spring Festival away from home is destined to be lonely. On the first day of the Lunar New Year, I went out to stroll around, to see the sights, and to eat some food that can only be eaten during festivals in Hong Kong. But as a man who likes heavy oil and salt, Lu Ze didn't find it very delicious.

The next day, work officially started. The director and producer gave out red envelopes, and the actors and staff received them. They then said some nice auspicious words as a way to bring good luck.

Once filming starts, the director will still scold you, regardless of whether it's the second day of the Lunar New Year or the first day. Do you have to choose the day to scold someone?

To be honest, Lu Ze has fallen into his habit of being overly diligent again. This is an advantage for the director and staff, but for the other actors, it is a disadvantage.

People are naturally lazy, and everyone's physical condition is different. Actors like Lu Ze, who are energetic like a gorilla when filming, are actually not many. Most actors just look at the script after filming, and then whether they rest or relax is up to them.

Moreover, Hong Kong still has a strong Western cultural atmosphere, and going to bars and having fun is a very normal thing. They have worked with mainland actors before, and it seems that mainlanders and Hong Kongers have similar habits. But Lu Ze has undoubtedly refreshed the Hong Kong people's worldview.

This guy is a monster.

This is how Hong Kong actors describe Luk Chak. They mean nothing more than that they see Luk Chak as a monster, completely immersed in the script, a veritable ascetic of film.

He lives a monotonous life, going back and forth between home and work every day, yet he doesn't crave change at all. He accepts it all and loves it all, which is terrifying in the eyes of Hong Kong actors, especially young actors.

They now understand why Lu Ze was qualified to become a movie star at the age of twenty-six. You have to admit you admire him, but if you want to learn from Lu Ze? Sorry, you can't.

"I'm sorry, director, it's my fault. My emotions in this scene weren't quite there, and my lines and expressions were a bit off."

When Song Qingmin yelled "Cut!", Lu Ze raised his hand and admitted his mistake. Song Qingmin was speechless. This scene was actually the third female lead's mistake. She made a small movement with her hands behind the camera, which is why he called "Cut!" But he didn't expect Lu Ze to take the blame directly.

It's impossible that Lu Ze is taking the blame for the actress because he likes her, since the actress is right behind him. Unless Lu Ze has eyes in the back of his head, he would never have noticed.

Helpless, Song Qingmin recalled the previous scene and observed it carefully for a while. He had indeed trusted Lu Ze too much, because Lu Ze had never forgotten his lines and rarely laughed during takes. He could usually get his lines right in one take, and at most, he would do it five times. Therefore, Song Qingmin's mindset had changed a lot.

He began to trust Lu Ze completely and started to pay close attention to the issues of supporting characters. Just like this time, Lu Ze didn't say anything to remind him, so he guessed that the matter would just pass by.

This is not a good sign. It is abnormal for a director to need an actor to remind him. Song Qingmin's face was not good. He took a sip of tea before nodding to Lu Ze.

"Okay, let's do it again, change the breakfast. Alright, cameraman, clap the clapperboard."

"The Boss, Act 17, Scene 4! Begin!"

At a long Western-style dining table, Jia Helong sat at the head of the table, while A'er and Ba Tou sat at the back, far away from Jia Helong.

The four concubines were busy making breakfast in the kitchen, occasionally bringing over a dish. Normally, in a wealthy family, the husband would not be willing to let his four beautiful and delicate wives, even after giving birth, cook.

But Jia Helong was different. Or rather, his status prevented him from trusting the servants in his household. He could only barely trust the four wives and would only eat the food they cooked.

A plate of fried eggs was served. Jia Helong cut them with a knife and fork, put them in his mouth, and ate them in a very orderly manner, which was a stark contrast to his eating habits when he was young.

He's a big shot. In Hong Kong, a stomp of his foot can cause an earthquake throughout the entire city. That's why he's become so arrogant and imposing. Compared to young people who are full of fighting and bloodshed, he can now be called a true tycoon.

"Xiaoru, why aren't Asheng and Afang up yet? Go and wake them up."

"it is good."

The fourth concubine washed her hands, her curvaceous figure in a cheongsam was incredibly alluring, and she swayed her hips as she went upstairs, gently knocking on a few doors and calling out softly.

“Ah Fang (Ah Sheng, Ah Ping), get up! Dad is calling you to come down for breakfast.”

After hearing the children's answer, she went back downstairs to continue her work. Preparing meals for more than ten people every morning with four people was indeed not an easy task. However, five minutes later, the children still hadn't come down.

Jia Helong frowned. When his second wife, who was serving dishes, saw him frown, her expression immediately changed. She knew that her husband had a bad temper, and when he got angry, people could die.

"I'll go wake them up again. It's really outrageous; they get up later than my parents."

"No need for you, I'll go call them."

Wiping his mouth, Jia Helong went upstairs under everyone's worried gaze. He pushed open a door and found his third son, Asheng, still asleep, sprawled out on his back.

"Ah Sheng, get up."

"Hmm? Father, I'll get up right away, I'll get up right away."

The children were afraid of him—no, everyone was afraid of him, but the children's fear was more pronounced; they even avoided looking him in the eye.

He glanced around the room, exhaled a breath that sounded heavy and long in the recording, closed the door expressionlessly, and went to the next room, to his youngest daughter, A-Ping, who was eight years old this year.

She slept soundly in the pink room like a little princess, hugging her doll, seemingly having a sweet dream. Jia Helong loved this daughter very much. He sat at the head of her bed and gently stroked her cheek with his rough index finger.

"Get up, Ping."

"Father."

She rubbed her eyes like a kitten. Inheriting her mother's genes, she was fair-skinned and beautiful even before she had fully grown up. She was extremely cute. She liked to snuggle in her father's arms. Since she didn't get to snuggle often, after being picked up by Jia Helong, she put on her shoes and skipped into the bathroom.

Jia Helong closed the door for her and went into Afang's room. She was seventeen years old and Jia Helong's second daughter. When he opened the door, she was injecting something into her armpit with a needle. She was stunned when she saw Jia Helong, holding the syringe and staring blankly at him.

Jia Helong's face was calm, and there seemed to be a slight smile on his lips. Even though his second daughter was naked from the waist up, which he shouldn't be looking at as a father, he didn't shy away from it. He walked over, squatted down next to his daughter, and gently touched her hair.

"Who taught you to do that?" "My father."

"answer me."

"Father, I was wrong! I'll never do it again!"

"Put your clothes on, then go downstairs."

Jia Helong only explained this matter before getting up and leaving. He even closed the door for his eldest daughter, then woke up his other children. After they were all awake, he returned to the dining room, sat in the main seat, and took a sip of water from his wine glass.

He took out a cigarette from his pocket, lit it, exhaled a puff of smoke, rested his left arm on the armrest of the chair, and leaned to his left, looking at Ah Er and Ba Tou, his two brothers who had been with him for more than ten years.

"I woke the children up today, which is unusual for me. Ah Sheng's sleeping posture needs to be corrected. Ah Ping might need a bigger doll. Ah Er will go out and buy one for her later. It has to be pink, any kind is fine. Then, I saw Ah Fang doing drugs."

Ah Er and Ba Tou's knives and forks stopped abruptly. The four wives were quite frightened. Ah Fang, the second wife's daughter, was carrying a plate when she heard this. She was so frightened that she dropped the plate on the ground and smashed it to pieces with a loud crack.

Jia Helong remained turned to the side, picked up a cigarette, took a puff, exhaled smoke through his nose, flicked the ash into the ashtray, and seemed still very calm.

“I sell drugs, but my family members can’t use them, and neither can my brothers. This is an old rule that was set more than ten years ago. I’ve seen the ugly side of other people using drugs, but I never thought I would see it in my daughter.”

"Brother Long, I'll handle this."

Ba Tou immediately put down his cutlery, picked up his clothes, and prepared to investigate. For them, this matter was too easy to investigate.

"Wait a moment."

Jia Helong raised the hand holding the cigarette to signal Ba Tou to stop, took a drag, stubbed out the cigarette, sat up straight, rubbed his face with his large hand adorned with a gold ring, and then put it down.

"I have two questions I want to know. Who got the drugs from me and then sold them to my daughter? Catch him, throw the man into the sea to feed the fish, and make the women work as prostitutes. Also, who made my daughter take drugs? Bring his whole family here. I want them brought here exactly as they are. You go and do it."

"I'll go to Brother Long right now."

Ba Tou left quickly, and the children also came downstairs one after another. Jia Helong ate his breakfast and gently patted A Ping's head, inviting her to sit next to him and eat breakfast with him.

After he finished eating, he wiped his mouth. At this moment, Afang also came downstairs shakily and knelt down beside Jia Helong, not saying a word, but trembling incessantly.

"I'm heartbroken. My daughter has become like this, I'm heartbroken, but what's even more heartbreaking is that you can still eat!?"

He grabbed Ah Ping's plate and smashed it directly on the Second Madam's head. She was knocked down and lay on her back on the ground. No one pleaded for her or helped her, because no one dared to.

"You didn't know? You thought I wouldn't find out if you kept it from me?"

The second wife's neatly styled hair came undone. She leaned on the dining table to get up, blood dripping from her forehead. She remained silent. However, the mother and daughter were of one mind. Afang hugged Jia Helong's leg, hoping he would stop hitting her mother.

"Okay, I won't hit your mother, but... Ah Er, go and get the mirror."

After Ah Er brought the mirror over, Jia Helong grabbed his daughter's hair and looked her up in the mirror. She had dark circles under her eyes and her face was puffy.

"Look at you, you piece of shit! Look at your disgusting face!"

His calm words suddenly erupted with anger as he slapped Afang, knocking her to the ground. Blood flowed from her nose, and her eyes began to glaze over. She had already received an injection that morning and was now feeling the effects.

"Lock her in the basement, and don't let anyone see her! When she has withdrawal symptoms, pull out one of her fingernails! I want to see if she's suffering from withdrawal or if pulling out her fingernail is more painful!"

"Understood, Brother Long."

After Ah Er left with Ah Fang, Lu Ze sat down again, took Ah Ping's biological mother Xiao Ru's breakfast, placed it in front of Ah Ping, and gently patted her head.

"Have a meal."

The sound of knives cutting plates echoed through the room again.
"Crack!"

Once they got through that take, everyone breathed a sigh of relief, their breathing suddenly quickening. The room came alive. Even though they knew they were filming, they were still quite frightened by Lu Ze, especially the women. One look from Lu Ze could leave them speechless.

Lu Ze smiled and apologized to the two women he had just hit, his attitude very sincere. He then patted A Ping's head. The little girl was quite clever and mischievous in life, and Lu Ze liked her very much. He would buy her snacks whenever he had free time, and she gained five or six pounds. However, A Ping's real mother complained about this once.

The staff began packing up the props, preparing for the next scene.

"Brother Lu, your phone."

Wang Zixuan handed over the phone, and Lu Ze glanced at the incoming call before answering it.

"Hello? Director Liu."

"The King of Fighters movie has a release date, it's for May Day. You'll have to handle your leave situation yourself. Anyway, I need to see you on the 30th. Okay, bye."

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(End of this chapter)