Global Film Emperor

Chapter 335 Successful opening

What can you do in 120 hours? It seems you can accomplish a lot: a whole vacation's worth of homework, an important project plan, or carefully reading two books. A short but still enjoyable trip.

But there are many things that can't be accomplished, such as thoroughly understanding a script.

So it's not surprising that Lu Ze got beaten up. No matter who you are, it's difficult to fully understand an entire script in just 120 hours, then immediately go on camera to film, and still deliver a virtually flawless performance. I wouldn't say it's too absolute, but it will definitely be challenging.

He opened his eyes to find his white tank top soaked with sweat, and even the blanket felt damp to the touch. After all, he hadn't been punished in a long time, and he needed to get used to the pain.

He tore off a few tissues to wipe his forehead, crumpled them into a ball, and threw them into the trash can. Lu Ze habitually touched his chest, but the furry creature was nowhere to be seen. He didn't look for it because it never stayed still in his arms all night. Without a doubt, the cripple was sleeping soundly in its little bed right now.

He covered his eyes with the back of his right hand, blocking the morning light filtering through the curtains, sighed, curled his thighs, and waited quietly for fifteen seconds. Once he was fully awake, he got up and sat on the edge of the bed, picked up a cigarette from beside his pillow, put the butt down, and gently tapped it on the bedside table. After the tobacco became more compact, he lit it and sat on the edge of the bed facing the window, lost in thought.

"Meow"

Perhaps awakened by Lu Ze, the cripple looked at Lu Ze and let out a soft moan. This "ugly girl" who liked to smoke mint had a voice that was completely opposite to her appearance, particularly soft and childish.

"Hey~"

He kicked the plastic slippers that were facing backwards right-side up and put them on, unconsciously humming the soft groan that middle-aged people often make when they get up.

I walked to the window, drew back the curtains, and the sunlight illuminated every corner of the room. For this city, when the temperature drops to a few degrees below zero and the snow melts, it can already be considered spring. The water droplets from the melting snow splashed on the glass, coincidentally forming a unique and beautiful pattern.

After emptying the fluid from my abdominal cavity last night, I finished burning the cigarette and casually threw the butt into the toilet and flushed. Turning around, I saw my messy hair in the mirror. I ran my fingers through the strands of hair, pinched the ends between my fingers, and tugged at them slightly. I picked up the showerhead hanging on the wall, adjusted it to a suitable temperature, and bent down to put my head into the sink to rinse it off.

I trimmed my beard neatly, took out some eye drops from the mirror cabinet, tilted my head back and put in a few drops, used a hairdryer to blow warm air, added gel to fix my hairstyle, and then spread toner on my face and gently patted it.

I put rice and millet into the pot in a 3:1 ratio, added a pot of warm water, and sliced ​​half a piece of Harbin red sausage that was left in the refrigerator. I put the slices on a plate and placed them in the rice cooker steamer. While the rice was cooking, I changed into a black shirt, jeans, and a pair of tan Martin boots.

Wearing the first watch she bought when she was twenty-five, along with other jewelry, she put the pickled vegetables from the refrigerator into a dish and brought it to the table in the pub that was reserved for guests to drink on, because the back room was too small to accommodate a dining table. Of course, she also didn't forget the lame man's breakfast.

The man and the cat enjoyed the quiet morning. Even when the cripple ate at the same table as Lu Ze, it wouldn't open its mouth towards Lu Ze's food bowl. This is one of the advantages of domestic cats. Only when Lu Ze tore open a sausage and fed it to it would it swallow this food that was even more fragrant than cat food.

After finishing the meal, I cleaned up the dishes and wiped the table. I checked the date, lit a firecracker for the cripple, turned on the TV, and switched to the sports channel to watch the upcoming NBA regular season game between the Bucks and the Clippers.

"Ding-a-ling-a-ling-a-ling."

The phone on the bar rang. Lu Ze put down the wine glass he was rinsing, turned it upside down on an absorbent cloth, wiped his hands, smiled when he saw the caller ID, and answered the call.

Pei-ling.

"Brother Ze, are you in the shop? I'm right at the door, why didn't you open it?"

"Oh, I saw that it was still early, so I didn't open it. Please wait a moment."

Picking up the remote control to open the electric roller shutter door, a pair of white casual shoes first caught the eye, followed by two long legs encased in jeans, and a beige down jacket. Finally, a smiling face appeared. She pushed open the glass door, walked in, opened her arms, and embraced Lu Ze as she walked around the bar.

It's still a bit cold outside.

The two officially became a couple at the end of February, but they haven't met each other's parents yet. They're currently in the honeymoon phase, but because they're both quite busy with work, they can't see each other every day.

Without any nervousness or any impure thoughts in broad daylight, Lu Ze simply patted her back gently, and after about ten seconds, the two separated.

"I remember I have a hand warmer. Wait a moment, I'll go find it for you. It's here, let me warm it up first."

This little bear hand warmer was a gift from a young couple of fans whom Lu Ze met at the airport years ago. He has been using it for about four or five years now. It's of very good quality and has never broken. He plugged it in to heat it up, and when he turned around, he saw her with her hands on the bar counter, holding her face and staring straight at him.

"It's the weekend today, shouldn't students be having tutoring? You're so busy over there, you really don't need to come here. There's nothing I can help you with here, come over and sit for a while after get off work."

"My boyfriend's shop just opened today, how could I not come? Even if I can't help, it would be nice to sit with you for a while. I'm thirsty, do you have any good beer? I'd like to try some. Don't worry, I took a taxi here. The snow has melted and the roads are very slippery, I didn't dare to drive. Is that cripple smelling mint again? Oh my, look at his drool."

"Why drink alcohol so early in the morning? Let me get you a glass of warm water." She cleverly avoided the topic of running over in broad daylight. Since that was the case, Lu Ze didn't bring it up again. He went back to the back room and poured her a glass of warm water. She didn't mention the request for alcohol again and grabbed a few tissues to wipe the drool that had dripped onto the table for the cripple.

Their conversation was rather uneventful, with not many words exchanged. Lu Ze spent most of his time watching the basketball game on TV, while she helped wipe the cups, occasionally teasing the dizzy, lame man. Not long after, a man in work clothes knocked on the door, poked his head in, took off his white mask, and looked at Lu Ze, asking a question.

"Excuse me, did you order the flower basket from Brother Lu's Beer Shop?"

"A flower basket? No, it shouldn't be."

"Yes, this is the place. Could you please put the flower basket at the entrance? Also, could you please lay out the three-meter-long and two-five-thousand-meter-wide carpet that we ordered earlier?"

Lu Ze didn't buy any of these things. He believed in the idea of ​​getting good luck for the opening, but after glancing at the price, he realized that the better ones were over 200 each, and a pair would cost 500. Moreover, he couldn't even display ten or twenty pairs of each. So, he didn't really believe in them anymore. As for buying the cheaper ones, Lu Hua was having a strong spring breeze, and he figured they would be blown to pieces in less than five minutes.

Lu Ze really didn't expect Gao Peiling to remember this. Seeing her rush out, he had no choice but to follow her out. He saw one pair of high-end flower baskets after another being unloaded from the small truck, and the red carpet was also a very heavy style. Knowing that these things would cost at least three to five thousand yuan, Lu Ze didn't say anything from outside. He just glanced at her, only to be met with a smug face from her.

"How much did all these things cost in total? I'll transfer it to you. Thank you for remembering this. If you don't want me to tell you, I'll just transfer five thousand to you directly. I won't ask if it's more or less."

"No need, even friends don't need to give these things, let alone between us. If you say you don't need it, then you don't need it. Really, put it back, or give me your phone, I'll keep it for you."

Lu Ze felt that their relationship hadn't been established for very long, and it was really inappropriate to accept such an expensive gift in such a short time. No matter how much money Gao Peiling's family had, if the gift was over a thousand, Lu Ze would have to think it over carefully.

Just as he was about to take out his phone to transfer money to Gao Peiling, she unexpectedly snatched it away. When the two looked at each other, Lu Ze blinked. Seeing her resolute attitude, he had no choice but to stop talking and return to the store, bypassing the matter and starting a different conversation.

But less than ten minutes later...
"Excuse me, did you order the flower basket from Brother Lu's Beer Shop?"

"This time it really wasn't me."

Completely bewildered, I walked out, only to nearly drop my jaw upon stepping outside. Those thirty flower baskets were nothing compared to the sheer number of vehicles parked in front of the shop – three trucks, roughly the same size as the small van! The delivery guys were currently unloading them one by one.

"Mr. Lu, please sign for this. There are 60 pairs of flower baskets. The number is accurate and there is no damage. Okay, could you please take a picture with me?"

Having fulfilled the deliverymen's request, Lu Ze glanced at the card on it. Without a doubt, it was from Song Guiyuan and his group. He called Old Song, but was turned down.

He then sent a WeChat message saying he was filming and would call Lu Ze back later. With no other option, Lu Ze had to consider the transportation issue first.

The sidewalk is only so big, you have to leave some space for people to pass. There was no other way but to expand horizontally and pile up to the side, eventually blocking the entrance of the shops next door. Lu Ze had no choice but to go over and apologize to the shop owners next door. Fortunately, Lu Ze's face played a key role. The neighbors all knew him, so not only did no conflict occur, but the shop owners were also a bit at a loss, as if they were the ones who were in the wrong.

In the end, Lu Ze was really embarrassed. He had come to apologize, but the neighbors kept offering him cigarettes, and he couldn't accept that. So he quickly went to the warehouse, got four boxes of Saint-Burger wheat, and delivered two boxes to each of the shops. However, the two shop owners insisted on paying him, making it look like they were about to fight. They pulled and tugged at each other for more than ten minutes before it finally ended.

Back inside the store, I plopped down in a chair, glanced at the TV, and saw that only three minutes into the first quarter when I left. Now the score was 105 to 92, and the commentators were already summarizing the game.

I turned off the TV, closed my eyes and rested for a while in the chair, then got up and took a vinyl record from the bookshelf, put it in the Sony modern turntable, and played Richard Clayderman's piano music through the room's stereo.

Gao Peiling knew he was a quiet person, so she didn't disturb him too much. Seeing him take out a book he liked and read it quietly, it rekindled her joy at seeing Lu Ze. She quietly picked up her phone and took a picture of Lu Ze, but forgot that the camera hadn't turned off the sound, and it made a click.

For some reason, she felt like a thief. When the sound came, her heart seemed to stop for a moment. When she saw Lu Ze look up, smile at her, and then ignore her, she slowly calmed down and became bolder. Her index and middle fingers moved slowly across the table like the legs of a little person, eventually reaching Lu Ze's hand. She gently hooked her middle finger around Lu Ze's middle finger. When Lu Ze ignored her, she gave a slightly lewd smile and began to take pictures from various angles.

"Wow, this is quite a scene! So many flower baskets! Ring ring... Are you selling craft beer here?"

The doorbell rang. Gao Peiling, holding Lu Ze's hand, looked out with some annoyance. A slightly chubby young man had his phone pressed to his ear. He looked at Lu Ze's face, then paused for a moment, gently rubbed his eyes, looked at the photo on the wall, his face turning slightly red, but he turned around and immediately pushed the door open and walked out.

Unable to see, Lu Ze and the other person could see that the chubby young man's face was flushed and veins were bulging, and he was speaking to the other end of the phone with a "ferocious" expression.

"Holy crap! Guess who I saw? Lu Ze! The Lu Ze from 'Happy Lu'! The actor, the one we cried with after watching his movie! Sitting in the bar! Of course! He's definitely in Lühua! Where? Let me see Lotus Street, across from the Qingshui Lian Bath Center, hurry over! I'm afraid he'll run away!"

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(End of this chapter)