Global Film Emperor

Chapter 174 Unknown Design Blueprints
At 7:30, Lu Ze got up on time. There was nothing to do in the morning, as the press conference rehearsal was not until after 5 p.m., so there was plenty of time.

But there's nothing to do in bed anyway, so it's better to get up and read a script if you're bored, or play some games if you feel bored. It's much better than staying in bed.

"In Hong Kong! In Hong Kong! In!"

With a toothbrush in his mouth and toothpaste foam all over his face, Lu Ze mumbled his lines, squinted, and wandered around the room, looking a bit eccentric.

He paused for a moment when he saw the breathing light on the computer mouse on the desk was still flashing. He clearly remembered turning off the computer last night, so why was it still on?

The moment he walked to the computer desk, he froze. He remained frozen for a long time before extending his trembling right hand and gently picking up a stack of A4 papers on the desk. On them was a set of very standard and beautiful hand-drawn decorative pictures.

It was drawn with a fountain pen and other colored gel pens. Perhaps because the pens were not suitable, it appears a bit rough, but the decorations inside are probably hard for anyone not to like.

The overall color scheme is dark, which makes it look very calm and elegant. To Lu Ze, a layman, there is not a single flaw. Perhaps even an expert would not be able to find any flaws.

But this very beautiful set of drawings made Lu Ze feel as if he had fallen into an ice cave, so cold that his hair stood on end. After looking at the design drawings for a while, he touched the mouse, the screensaver disappeared, and inside was a rendered computer design drawing, just like the hand-drawn one, but even more delicate.

"Wow."

Lu Ze lost his grip and the blueprint fell to the ground, revealing a slip of paper that floated right under his feet. It had writing on it, and the handwriting was very neat and beautiful.

"Do you like this gift for your new home?"

Lu Ze kept his head down, staring at the note for a very long time.

He wasn't completely without a premonition; he's not stupid, how could he not have a premonition at all?

It all started when he was able to offer his detailed critiques and analyses of the hotel's decor.

From the moment he first celebrated Jiang Wenshu's birthday, when he lost thirteen minutes of memory, he began to doubt himself.

However, this conjecture was too terrifying for him to prove, and he dared not prove it. He kept avoiding the question. Perhaps, in his heart or mind, there was a group of people hiding there?
"I don't like it! Get the hell out of here! Get out!"

In a sudden outburst, Lu Ze kicked all the construction drawings away. The papers flew through the air, making a rustling sound. Still not satisfied, he tore the design drawings to shreds one by one.

Then, ignoring the power cord still plugged into the monitor, he slammed it to the ground with a loud thud. Lu Ze then stomped on it a few more times, and the four thousand-plus yuan "Eye of the Prodigal" was completely destroyed.

Clutching his hair, Lu Ze wandered around the room in a daze, breathing heavily, cold sweat dripping from his forehead. He then kicked the monitor aside.

He pulled the toothbrush out of his mouth, his initial joy at buying a new house completely shattered by the incident. There was still a lot of toothpaste foam on the corner of his mouth, but he didn't care. He plopped down in his computer chair and started to stare blankly.

Time passed slowly, and he sat there in a daze. Only the ever-increasing number of cigarette butts on the computer desk proved that time was flowing and had not stood still.

He was still shirtless, wearing pajama bottoms, and the blood flowing from his toes had soaked his slippers. The bleeding had now stopped.

"Beep beep beep beep~ Beep beep beep beep~ Beep beep beep beep beep~"

The phone rang, and Lu Ze snapped out of his reverie, remembering that he still had work to do and that he had to attend the rehearsal for the press conference of "The King of Boxing" that afternoon.

He got up and went to the bedroom. His foot wound was still a little sore. He looked at Liu Bin's call for a while, then unplugged the charger and answered the phone.

"Daze, I'm downstairs now."

"Oh, okay, I..."

The toothpaste foam had already crusted over on his lips, making it a little uncomfortable for Lu Ze to speak. He raised the back of his hand and rubbed it, but it didn't help. As for the foam in his mouth, he naturally didn't waste any of it and swallowed it all.

He looked around his home with his phone in hand, his left hand on his hip, his gaze still unfocused, but at least he still had the ability to think and communicate.

"It will take me another half hour, please wait for me a moment."

"It's okay, no rush." ​​After hanging up the phone, Lu Ze took off his slippers and walked barefoot into the bathroom. His reflection in the mirror looked a little... strange? Perhaps it could be called strange.

The blue toothpaste foam doesn't flow vertically down; instead, it runs parallel to the corners of the mouth, slightly upturned, like a warm smile.

He turned on the tap, and the water gushed out. Lu Ze vigorously rubbed his face, shaved off the beard that had grown last night, regained his composure, and flicked his still-dripping hand in the mirror.

"You can't do anything to me. You absolutely can't."

He picked up a towel, dried his hands, threw it in the sink, walked out of the bedroom, looked at the wound on his foot. It was on the instep, not long, but deep. He had Yunnan Baiyao powder at home, so he poured it on the instep, bandaged it with gauze, changed into a suit, put on socks, straightened his tie, put on his expensive watch, and stomped his shoes on the ground a couple of times.

Before leaving home, Lu Ze turned off the power, checked the front door lock, and looked for any signs of forced entry. He still suspected that someone had played a cruel joke on him, although the possibility was so small that Lu Ze didn't believe it.

At the entrance of the residential area, Wang Zixuan opened Liu Bin's car and offered him a box of Want Want milk. Lu Ze did not refuse, pulled out the straw and took a few sips. The sugar could calm the brain and make him feel cheerful.

The shock came too suddenly, and even drinking milk didn't help. Lu Ze suddenly thought of a solution, thought for a moment, and then told Wang Zixuan.

"Zixuan, when you and Brother Liu are free later, go to the mall and buy me a computer monitor, and six webcams, six small ones, not the big ones like the ones at the entrance of the community."

"Okay, Brother Lu, I'll go buy it in a bit."

Wang Zixuan didn't ask why she bought this thing; she just did it. After finishing her milk, she threw the cardboard box into the trash bag, nodded, took out her notebook to write it down, and took out her phone to take a few photos of Lu Ze before sending them back to Lu Ze's personal studio.

Silent instrumental music played in the car. Lu Ze leaned back in his seat and closed his eyes to rest. The premiere was being held at the Shanghai Metropolitan Convention Center, the largest premiere Lu Ze had ever seen. It was a bit far from Lu Ze's home, and it would take about an hour to get there at this time of day.

Upon arrival, the staff who were there to meet Lu Ze quickly stepped forward and explained the details of tomorrow's official press conference to him, including where to start walking the red carpet, where to sign autographs, and how many minutes he could walk.

Even Liu Bin was called away. A staff member got into the car and told Liu Bin where to depart from tomorrow, which route to take, how to queue, and whose car to follow. Liu Bin had seen this situation with Lu Ze several times before and was considered an experienced veteran, so he basically didn't need the staff member's reminders.

Stepping into the lobby, the venue was set up like a regular press conference, with rows of chairs arranged like in a movie theater. Lu Ze followed the staff onto the stage, while Liu Ying chatted with the other actors.

"Hey, you've been eating so well in Hong Kong, haven't you? You've gotten so fat! When the movie comes out, compare your current appearance to the movie, and the reporters will probably suspect you used a body double the whole time."

Liu Ying stood up and hugged Lu Ze, patting him on the back and jokingly. The other actors also started teasing Lu Ze when they saw how fat he had become. Although Lu Ze put a lot of pressure on them, the movie was already finished, so there was nothing about Lu Ze that they could find fault with.

They just prayed in their hearts that they would never have to work with Lu Ze again, otherwise they would always feel like they were useless.

"The food is good. I like the roast goose rice, pineapple buns, and instant noodles."

When he started speaking Cantonese, everyone was taken aback for a moment, then burst into laughter. He had been there for almost half a year and had actually learned Cantonese; that was quite remarkable.

Nothing much happened today, I just came to make an appearance in case something unexpected happens tomorrow. We chatted in the lobby for about half an hour, and Liu Ying invited everyone to go to the hotel for dinner, but Lu Ze refused.

"Director Liu, I won't go. I'm not feeling well today, and I even cut my foot this morning, so I won't go."

Liu Ying glanced at Lu Ze but didn't say much. It wasn't mandatory to go tonight; some people left without attending the party. It was just that Lu Ze, the actor he liked, wasn't there, which disappointed him a bit.

"Alright then, go back and take care of yourself first. Is it fatty liver? You've gotten so fat. Go back and rest early. If the box office is good, we'll have another drink. One more time won't make a difference."

After exchanging pleasantries for a while, Liu Ying got up to see Lu Ze off. Wang Zixuan quickly bought what Lu Ze wanted, except that the monitor she bought was a bit too big, 34 inches. She wondered how the girl managed to carry it all back by herself.

When they got home, Lu Ze asked them to help him carry the things to the elevator, and then told them to go back inside. The house was indeed not in a good state to receive guests.

He took out his key, turned the doorknob, and found the room dark. He carried his things inside, closed the door, and was enveloped in darkness.

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(End of this chapter)