Global Film Emperor

Chapter 173 Return to the Magic City

"Okay! Let's have lunch during our lunch break."

Song Qingmin shouted, and everyone put down what they were doing and went to the logistics department to get their boxed lunches. Wang Zixuan brought Lu Ze's boxed lunch over, and the two of them ate a simple meal together on the table in the dressing room.

Since Lu Ze's weight reached 220 pounds, which met Jia Helong's middle-aged weight requirement, he stopped gaining weight and just ate normally. As for the food, it was definitely better than what the staff ate, but it didn't include eight dishes and a soup, or a dessert.

To be honest, Lu Ze still hasn't gotten used to the food in Hong Kong. For someone who grew up eating soybean paste, the food here is very fragrant, but a bit bland.

So much so that when the crew ordered boxed lunches, they insisted that the tea restaurant prepare a char siu with extra sauce, because only with this could Lu Ze eat his meal.

"Brother Lu, blood."

"okay."

Wang Zixuan tore off a few tissues and handed them to Lu Ze. The scene they just filmed involved being shot and bleeding, which was quite scary. The pyrotechnician needed to put a detonator in the blood pack hanging on him and detonate it when he was supposed to be "shot." The blood pack would then explode, sending out sprays of blood.

Actually, you don't feel anything when the blood pack explodes. It doesn't hurt or itch. If you're not paying attention, you won't even feel it explode. Lu Ze was eating when blood started dripping from his chest. He wiped it off casually, picked up a plastic spoon, scooped up a big mouthful of rice, and stuffed it into his mouth.

After putting the lid on the lunchbox and throwing it into the trash can, Lu Ze picked up a napkin and wiped his mouth. Previously, Lu Ze was used to licking his mouth, but since filming "The Boss," he has developed the habit of wiping his mouth with a napkin after eating.

After getting up and leaving the dressing room, Song Qingmin sat on the director's small chair and stuffed a piece of char siu into his mouth. Lu Ze was the fastest eater in the entire crew; by the time he finished eating, most people had only eaten half of their food.

Old Song sat down next to Song Qingmin on a small stool. Like a child, he glanced at him, turned his head and continued eating, ignoring him.

"Director Song, there are no more tickets for tomorrow, so I bought a ticket for today. I finished filming all the scenes this morning, so I wanted to ask you for a day off. Can I leave for half a day? Don't worry! I'll definitely be back on May 2nd."

Lu Ze took out a cigarette and handed one to Song Qingmin. After lighting it for Song Qingmin, he lit his own cigarette, smiling rather憨厚ly, and swayed back and forth with his hands around his knees.

What could Song Qingmin say? He couldn't stop the premiere of the movie the other person had filmed. If he didn't give him leave, it could cause conflicts within the production crew. It was only a few days; no director would refuse to let someone go.

He just couldn't bear to waste the time. Half a day on the 29th, half a day on the 30th, the 1st, and the 2nd, a total of three days. If he rushed, he might have been able to film a page of the script.

"Remember to come back and work overtime, even if it's just tonight."

"Okay, I'll go back and pack my bags now."

"Brother Ze, would you like some milk tea?"

Just as they were about to get up, the logistics staff handed two cups of milk tea to Lu Ze and Song Qingmin. Lu Ze took them, inserted a straw, drank the tea, greeted Song Qingmin, and waved to Wang Zixuan who was waiting nearby. The two quickly slipped out of the film studio, got into the car, clinked cups of milk tea, and drove to the hotel.

One reason he returned to Shanghai today was that there were no more plane tickets available for tomorrow, and another reason was that the property certificate for Hailan Bay had finally been issued. He was planning to pick up the certificate and keys this afternoon, and once the follow-up payment for "Big Boss" came through, he would quickly find a decoration company to renovate the property.

Back in my room, I took a shower and patted my belly. Seeing the waves rippled around my stomach made me feel self-conscious. I covered my eyes, because seeing this every day was torture.

Lu Ze arrived in Shanghai at 3:30 PM and met Liu Bin, who looked haggard, at the entrance. They hadn't seen each other for a long time, since Liu Bin couldn't drive a right-hand drive car, so going to Hong Kong wouldn't have helped him.

These past few months have been quite agonizing for Liu Bin. Although he enjoys listening to people talk about spending money and getting a thrill, he is essentially a very down-to-earth and honest person. He hasn't received any bonuses these past few months, only his basic salary from Qian Shijia. But he's still uneasy, after all, he doesn't do any work, the car worth over a million yuan is still sitting there for him to drive as he pleases, he doesn't have to worry about maintenance, and even the gas card is provided by Qian Shijia.

Getting 10,000 yuan a month for nothing, wouldn't make any ordinary person tremble? He'd be worried all the time that Qian Shijia would think he was a lazy bum and fire him.

In just a few months, he aged three years on his own. When Lu Ze and Liu Bin met, they were both shocked. Lu Ze was surprised that Liu Bin had aged so quickly, while Liu Bin was surprised that Lu Ze had gained so much weight.

"Brother Liu, why are you getting so much gray hair?"

"Hey, don't even mention it. My wife runs a small business, but she lost a bit and she's a little upset. Give me your suitcase, I'll carry it for you."

Lu Ze could tease Liu Bin about being old, but Liu Bin wouldn't dare tease Lu Ze about being fat, because they had an employer-employee relationship. Even if they were friends, they were still just superiors and subordinates.

Moreover, a driver's basic salary is 10,000 yuan, plus travel allowances, bonuses for driving, and the ability to sell gas cards. In fact, he can earn quite a lot in a month. The reason he can earn so much is because of Lu Ze's status. If Lu Ze were just an ordinary small business owner, he definitely wouldn't earn so much.

So he was overthinking it. After all, a driver is a close associate of an artist, and this is a job that can't be changed too often. Unless Lu Ze wants to change, Qian Shijia wouldn't mind supporting Liu Bin for free. Ten thousand a month is just a small matter.

Once in the car and with his seatbelt fastened, Liu Bin, who hadn't seen him for months, seemed unusually enthusiastic: "Where are we going?"

"Let's go to Hailan Bay first, I'll go get the keys."

"Okay, what kind of music do you want to listen to?"

The property certificate was handled by the developer, and the purchase tax was also given to the developer in advance. After picking up the keys, Lu Ze went to see the house again. He liked the house very much.

Liu Bin also went to take a look and asked Lu Ze when he was going to renovate. However, he didn't know either. Lu Ze was indeed short of money right now, back to square one. He definitely didn't have enough to renovate the house properly.

Lu Ze locked the door with a cheerful smile, and Liu Bin drove him home. In the car, Lu Ze also called Liu Ying to ask about the specific time and place for reporting.

The rented apartment is still very clean. Today is Saturday, and the housekeeper just came to clean the room yesterday afternoon. There is still a faint fragrance in the room, which is not pungent and smells very pleasant.

It was already past six o'clock when he got home. After eating something quick, Lu Ze took another look at the property certificate with his name on it and put it into the hidden drawer under the bed with satisfaction. Then he went downstairs for a walk.

He came back with a bag of fruit, washed an apple and ate it. Now he had a big appetite, and if he didn't eat, he would feel much hungrier than before. After washing up, he lay on the bed and entered the system space.

More than thirty test papers have been completed, and the plot has extended from the prequel to Jia Helong's choices in middle age. Lu Ze still lives a life of being electrocuted every day, but his body seems to have adapted to this "harsh" living condition. He hasn't wet the bed for more than two months.

At midnight, Lu Ze, who had been keeping his eyes closed, opened them, gently lifted the covers, got out of bed, put on his slippers, walked to the computer, turned on the computer and desk lamp, and started drawing something on the desk while operating the computer.

Around 4 a.m., I stood a stack of A4 papers upright on my desk, tapped them, and placed them neatly on the table. I put the colorful pens into the drawer, left the computer on, and only turned off the desk lamp. Then I went back to bed and closed my eyes again.

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(End of this chapter)