Global Film Emperor

Chapter 390 Party
Lu Ze never imagined that one day he would work as a zookeeper. He thought he would never have anything to do with this profession in his life, since he had never learned about it in the systematic courses.

Actually, he wasn't someone who liked taking care of small animals. The reason was that ordinary pets were always associated with the headache of shedding. If it weren't for the unexpected connection he had with the cripple when they met, Lu Ze might not have kept any pets by now.

The thought of cleaning up animal feces and grooming them at the zoo gave Lu Ze a headache. Secondly, if he were to raise a few lions or tigers, and if he didn't take good care of them and they went berserk, he would have a hard time guaranteeing his personal safety.

But no matter how much Lu Ze resisted, the character setting of the protagonist of "Exile" did require a relatively rich background in animal science, and there were also a lot of scenes in the play about interacting with wild animals, which Lu Ze could not avoid.

People often have inexplicable aversions to certain things. For example, some people hate washing dishes, some hate washing underwear, and some hate both.

This is not something that can be resolved with a few words of comfort. After all, it is the result of long-term life experiences and living conditions. But... Lu Ze did not reject Mickey's decision, but chose to accept it. The reason is very simple, just four words.

For filming purposes.

His original passion for filmmaking has never changed. He always strives to do his best, even though this is a job he has never done before and dislikes. As long as the script and characters are there, he will overcome his dislike and even psychological barriers, and then suppress his dislike for the profession, or... simply turn it into something he likes. This is the basic quality of a filmmaker.

"Ok."

“I knew you would agree. Although I also hate smelly hair and disgusting excrement, but... work is work. In that respect, you are definitely better than me. At least you don’t complain.”

Mickey knew that Lu Ze didn't like pet hair. He had seen Lu Ze collect the dog hair and throw it in the trash can when he brought his father's golden retriever home before going to the bathroom to wash his hands properly. Perhaps apart from his own ugly cat, Lu Ze wouldn't like any other animal.

"Alright, it's too early for this. We'll talk about it later. You should also get ready and dress up nicely. Look how much our cast idolizes you. Maybe you can bring Susie, Tristey, and Julian home with you."

Watching Mickey stand up from the sofa, make a heart shape with his hands, shake his shoulders, and dance his self-created flamboyant dance moves, Lu Ze already understood that Mickey might not be returning to the apartment tonight. No... it's possible that only he himself will be returning to the apartment tonight.

……

"Whiskey, gin, and brandy."

"It's very convenient to use glass."

“I tried to go in a straight line, using cheap sour wine.”

"Come have a drink with me, and make it louder."

When partying in the UK, young people will probably be listening to the currently popular electronic music, but what about the older folks? After thinking about it, rock music is still the most suitable.

It's not the soft, melancholic kind of Britpop, but hard rock that's all for tough guys. If you don't know what to listen to, or what to play at a party, then an AC/CDC song is sure to do the trick. As long as you're not wearing leather pants, you can get hyped up. If you are wearing leather pants, then there's something wrong with you.

The party ultimately wasn't held at Lionheart Bar, because it wasn't funded by Mickey but by the investors, and besides, the actors present were wary of small, crowded bars.

Perhaps because the producer reported the filming situation truthfully, the investor was naturally very happy that the investment project was being implemented so quickly. He also went all out for this party, using his courtyard villa, which he doesn't often live in, as an entertainment venue, turning his large villa, which could accommodate seventy or eighty people, into a disco.

Forty servants, transferred from other residences, had already laid out a long line of food and drinks. Sexy models, brought in by buses, changed into bikinis and giggled in the pool, splashing water at the guests.

Thirty well-dressed, burly men in suits and headphones conducted a thorough search outside the wall, clearing out all suspicious pedestrians to ensure the guests could have a great time that night.

As for Lu Ze and his three companions, they went completely wild as soon as they entered the villa. All their careful dressing up that afternoon was for naught, as they were already so drunk that they had no regard for their appearance and even walking in a straight line became a problem.

"Damn it! Another foul! Lu Ze! It's your turn!"

In the entertainment room on the first floor, there was a snooker table. At that moment, Lu Ze and Mickey were engaged in a fierce battle of evenly matched novices. Poking the cue ball resulted in a penalty of one cup, and fouling also resulted in a penalty of one cup. The game lasted for a full hour and a half and was still not over, making the models who were fawning over him yawn.

The white ball was repositioned, and Lu Ze aimed at a red ball next to the middle pocket with one eye. It wasn't difficult, and he potted it smoothly. However, the white ball was in a bad position, and Lu Ze didn't know how to use the rest cue. He could only lean on the table and aim at the pink ball for the next moment before striking! A green tablecloth was lifted by the cue, and the white ball was also lifted and hit Mickey's nose.

Seeing Mickey squatting on the ground, covering his nose and not moving, Lu Ze, whose brain had been sluggish from being intoxicated, didn't even think about asking him how he was doing. He was only thinking about how much he should drink as punishment for breaking the pool table. He picked up his glass and drank three glasses in a row, smiled at the beautiful woman who handed him the drinks, and quickly slipped away.

The room was full of couples flirting. He walked straight to the bathroom without looking to the side, pushed open the door, and was about to pull down his pants and turn off the power when he saw a man and a woman standing in the bathroom with their backs to Lu Ze. When they heard the door open, they turned around and were holding tinfoil in their hands.

Lu Ze sobered up immediately. This was the first time he had ever seen someone do this in person. But considering that this was abroad, even if he called the police, the investors would suppress the matter. Instead, he would embarrass the investors. It seemed like a thankless task. He frowned and looked the two men up and down, then gently reprimanded them for putting away what they shouldn't be doing, or they would have to bear the consequences. He then turned around and slammed the door shut.

He wanted to calm down, so he went to a quiet corner in the backyard. There was a swing in the corner, so he sat down, lit a cigarette, and for some reason, the stars were unusually bright tonight. He looked up and saw a vast expanse of starlight.

A man and a woman, hugging and laughing, hurriedly walked towards the corner. When they saw someone sitting on the swing, they were startled, muttered something to themselves, and turned to leave, probably saying something unpleasant.

It wasn't the two people in the bathroom that scared Lu Ze. In the system space, he was the top supplier of all drug dealers, shipping drugs by the ton every year. He was used to seeing two foreigners handling this stuff, but it still made him think. Was the debauchery after filming really that meaningful? If it had no practical purpose, why not just refuse?
He thought about it for a long time before he suddenly realized that he was no different from when he first started out. He needed to attend some meaningless drinking parties that he couldn't refuse.

Ultimately, he is just like his 24-year-old self, just beginning to show his talent, and limited by his status as a newcomer. As for how to solve this problem, he has the answer. Therefore, he has begun to have a vision for "Rebirth". Perhaps the key to breaking the deadlock lies in this movie.

Lu Ze was reflecting on his actions, while outside the villa, someone was anxiously waiting. She had accepted Lu Ze's invitation to attend the party, wearing a pink lace evening gown. The round-toed calfskin shoes made a pleasant tapping sound on the ground, but... she wasn't dancing; security simply wouldn't let her in.

"I'm sorry, miss, this is a private place. If you were invited to the party, please contact your invitee. If not, please leave."

There are always random women trying to hook up with rich guys, so the security guard didn't believe her. Besides, this short woman really did look like a little radish in the eyes of Westerners, not very attractive. He gave her a cold glance and then looked up at the street lamp at a 45-degree angle with a touch of arrogance.

According to surveys, the average height of Westerners is around 1.75 meters, and those who can become security guards must be at least 1.9 meters tall. This behemoth put a lot of pressure on Wang Zixuan. After all, it's not a pleasant feeling to talk to someone while looking up and only being able to kick their knee when jumping. She could only obediently walk to the side of the road, protect her Pinko bag on her stomach, and make a phone call to Lu Ze.

She didn't answer the first call, and she started to panic. She didn't answer the second call, and she became anxious. She didn't answer the third call, and she wanted to go back. On the fourth call, someone answered, but they spoke fluent English.

"Hello, Lu Ze went out without his phone. I'll let him know when he gets back. That's all, bye." "Wait a minute!"

Mickey spoke very quickly, giving her no chance to speak. When she saw that he was about to hang up, she panicked, raised her voice a little, and glanced back at the security guard at the door, feeling a little guilty. She was afraid that the security guard would mistake her for a paparazzi and beat her up. When she saw that the security guard was not looking at her, she breathed a sigh of relief.

"What are you doing again?"

“I am Lu Ze’s agent. I just arrived in England today and was invited by him to attend the party.”

The ice pack was casually tossed on the table. He pulled the two blood-stained cotton balls out of his nostrils, touched them, and found that there was no more blood. Mickey smiled thoughtfully, patted his belly, and made two "slap slap" sounds!

"A woman? Hahaha, I got it. Just wait at the door and don't play on your phone. Otherwise, the security guards won't care if you're a man or a woman. If they mistake you for a reporter, they'll beat you up first and then smash your phone. I'll be right out."

He left the room and skipped out of the villa, which puzzled the onlookers. He had been beaten to a pulp by Lu Ze's hidden weapon, but now he was fully recovered and running out like a dog. Who knew what he had been through?

As he stepped outside the courtyard, he indeed saw a woman standing obediently at the door. At first, he chuckled twice, thinking the woman was a bit silly, but after laughing, he lost all interest.

Mickey circled her twice, then, with his thumb resting on his chin, looked her over and asked, puzzled, "Are you an adult?"

"I was born in 1995, is there a problem, sir?"

"No, I just can't tell. I can only tell you're a bit stupid. Come with me, let's go inside."

Westerners generally speak with more confidence than Chinese people, and Mickey could be described as arrogant. He doesn't mind making a fool of himself in front of Lu Ze, or being laughed at by Lu Ze, because he believes that Lu Ze is on the same level as him, that they are the same kind of people. But in front of others, he remains arrogant, just as he once treated refugees like dogs.

Wang Zixuan shuddered as soon as she entered the villa. Having been by Lu Ze's side for a while, she had seen quite a bit of the world, but she had never seen such an extravagant party before. After all, it was very rare to see such a thing in China. Even wealthy young men would not be so ostentatious with such a feast.

Seeing the models leaning against the poolside, and then comparing them to my own average figure, the difference between the two seemed enormous.

But she felt no envy or jealousy, because she saw the models' fingers, white and wrinkled from being submerged in water. Putting herself in their shoes, she knew they might not be happy living like that. She was just worried that Lu Ze might go astray in this environment.

"Give me a beer and a juice, please."

The waiter gave Mickey what he needed, and he sat by the pool with Wang Zixuan, admiring the beautiful women while thinking about his own things. To be honest, he didn't like Wang Zixuan because of one word: young.

He knew Wang Zixuan had been with Lu Ze for seven years, but so what? Now Lu Ze had to be careful in choosing his agent, and Wang Zixuan? In his eyes, she was clearly unqualified.

A friend's friend isn't necessarily a friend to him; only a friend's outstanding friend is his true friend. He had been drinking and was starting to lose control, wanting to overstep his bounds. But he also knew that this was Lu Ze's choice, and he had no right to make that choice for Lu Ze. All he could do was offer advice, not force him.

However... he could also make her back down; the entertainment industry in Europe and America is really not that easy to navigate.

"You know how Francis's agent negotiated, right? His skills are really superb. He signed a four-year, 150 million yuan Puma endorsement deal, which is far beyond what Francis should be worth."

"Jason's speeding incident was handled very well; his agent's handling of the situation in a down-to-earth manner was excellent..."

"Do you know Britney's rumored boyfriend? He's supposedly pretty ugly. I don't know what Britney saw in him. She lost a lot of fans after the scandal. Her manager is a complete idiot..."

To say that this was a subtle approach would be an understatement, but he didn't attack the girl who was just over 1.5 meters tall. He just kept talking and talking until the light in her eyes faded.

"You're adorable. Don't worry about what other people think. I'm not a foreigner; my father is Chinese, and I'm Chinese too. I was just born in England, so what I'm saying is true. But what I'm trying to say is that in Europe, the more adorable a person is, the more passive their life becomes. We can only live more proactively by making ourselves a little fiercer, a little stronger, or... a little more in line with other people's aesthetic standards. But can you make a change? Maybe I'm being a bit harsh. You're Lu Ze's friend, so you're my friend. I should encourage you, not deny you. Anyway, I'm looking forward to your change because if you don't change, cowardice will be devoured, bone and all. Anyway, enough of that. Liverpool welcomes you."

The two clinked glasses without speaking. Mickey whistled at the most beautiful model, who returned his flirtatious glance. However… when Mickey saw Lu Ze walk out from the backyard, his face suddenly turned bright red.

"You scoundrel! Prepare to die!"

His flip-flops were thrown aside, and the embarrassing incident of being hit by a billiard ball and crying made him even angrier. He bent down and rushed towards Lu Ze with his head down. However... he was thinking too much. Even without the help of the system personality, Lu Ze had learned a series of martial arts such as boxing, Sanda, Jiu-Jitsu, and Muay Thai.

Grabbing Mickey's waist, Lu Ze suddenly lifted him up and, to everyone's astonishment, threw him headfirst into the pool. Seeing Mickey struggle to his feet from the pool, Lu Ze clapped his hands and sat down next to Wang Zixuan.

"I left my phone inside, so I didn't answer your call. Did Mickey bring you in?"

"Um……"

"He didn't say anything offensive, did he?"

Wang Zixuan shook her head because Mickey hadn't actually attacked her personally. She just felt instinctively frustrated because of her own weakness. The two didn't speak. Lu Ze picked up a bottle of beer and drank it quietly, watching Mickey hug and kiss the model. Suddenly, he heard voices beside him, barely louder than a mosquito's buzz, but with a very firm tone.

"Brother Lu... I will try my best."

"Okay, then keep it up."

"..."

"PS: I recommend a great book for friends, a hilarious fantasy novel with an invincible protagonist, 'My Pets Are All Gods,' which I'm already reading! Stay tuned for the simp Bai Lang (not a typo), see you in the chapter comments! Finally, a belated wish: Happy Mid-Autumn Festival! The moon is fullest on the 16th, right? No problem, no problem, we live under the same moonlight!"

(End of this chapter)