Global Film Emperor

Chapter 4, Stage 1: Imitation
"Di!"

A car drove by on the highway. Lu Ze opened his eyes again as his eyes adjusted to the bright light. White-collar workers were talking on their phones and passing by quickly. There was still a group of children running around on the street with balloons, just like last time.

Lu Ze suddenly felt a soreness in his lower back, and his shoulders felt like they were being pressed down by something, causing him to hunch over slightly.

Lu Ze stretched out his hands with trembling hands. Sure enough, his skin had aged like a shawl, and the bluish veins in his skin were clearly visible. The answer was obvious: he had become Old Lu!

"Watt Fuck?"

Lu Ze now understood what the simulation stage meant. He seemed to have heard before that if he wanted to learn a foreign language quickly, he had to live abroad.

What do you call this? If you want to imitate an old man's lifestyle and way of thinking, do you have to become an old man yourself? What kind of logic is that?!

What should I do next?

Lu Ze thought for a moment, oh right! Go to the park to play chess, right? Since he could arrange his own time, Lu Ze was too lazy to think about what he should do. He would just live according to Old Lu's schedule.

However, the weakness brought about by physical aging really shocked Lu Ze. Perhaps the process of getting older is a process of getting used to it, and you only realize when you occasionally think back to your youth that, ah, your physical condition is so much worse than it was back then.

But now? Lu Ze has skipped middle age and is heading straight for the grave. This unease is like ants crawling all over his body, making him feel sore and tired.

After finally reaching the park, a group of old men were playing chess, and Lu Ze stood by watching.

These old men play chess like they're about to fight, all vying to sit down and play a couple of rounds. Old Lu is quite skilled; he can easily fight his way through the group of old men, and they can play as soon as they get to the park.

Lu Ze was too embarrassed to do that, so he put his hands behind his back, craned his neck, and watched from the outside. He kept in mind the principle of "a true gentleman observes the game without speaking," and was much quieter than the other noisy old men.

After watching the other chess players finish a game, Lu Ze took out his old-fashioned mobile phone to check the time. Only fifteen minutes had passed. He cursed the player inwardly and felt that time was passing really slowly.

After standing for more than forty minutes, Lu Ze felt his legs were aching and he felt like he couldn't stand anymore. He glanced at the old men who were still playing chess and had no choice but to give up the idea of ​​playing chess and take a few laps around the park.

As he walked, he saw a basketball court with a few benches nearby. Lu Ze went over and sat down, watching a group of young people sweating profusely while playing basketball. He thought to himself, "Youth is truly wonderful."

A young man who liked to show off shot a three-pointer, but it missed completely, and the ball rolled to Lu Ze's side.

"Sir! Could you please throw the ball over here for me? Thanks!"

"Who are you calling 'Grandpa,' you brat!"

Lu Ze muttered something, but didn't refuse. He was about to bend down to pick up the basketball and throw it to the group of young men, but just as he touched the ball...

"Snapped!"

It felt like his back had been whipped hard with chili water; the pain was so intense it made his scalp tingle, and Lu Ze almost cried out, "I'm going to die! I'm going to die!"

"Warning: The host is imitating the daily life and way of thinking of an elderly person. This behavior will result in a deduction of 10 points. Please be careful!"

"Fuck your grandpa, you dare hit me? You know it's illegal to abuse the elderly? And you even whipped me! I'm definitely bleeding from this. You fucking hit me pretty hard!"

The system stopped talking, but Lu Ze chickened out. The burning sensation on his back quickly dissipated, indicating that there were no injuries. Seeing a group of young people still looking at him, wanting him to pass the ball to them, Lu Ze glanced at the group of young people, then at the ball, and with a flick of his foot, gently kicked the basketball. The basketball then slowly rolled towards the young people.

"I'm not watching anymore! It's infuriating!"

Lu Ze was a little annoyed with the system and was about to leave the park, but just as he stood up, his lower back snapped. Lu Ze immediately supported his aching back and gently patted it.

"Is this fucking unbearable? Ouch~ my back hurts so much, tsk tsk tsk, ouch."

After taking a few slow steps and getting used to the discomfort in his lower back, Lu Ze arrived at the vegetable market based on his memory. He checked his pockets and found that he still had about two hundred yuan, enough for a good meal. Since he was only going to experience it for 12 hours, he might as well spend the money.

He went to the butcher shop first, carefully examined the beef brisket, and then pointed to a piece of beef brisket and asked the owner, "How much is the beef brisket per pound?"

"Hey, Uncle Lu, the beef brisket is 42 yuan a pound. It just arrived today. This piece of beef brisket is so good that I can't bear to sell it. Look at the marbling."

"So everything you say is 'newly arrived,' I'm new here too, give me 12 jin!"

The shopkeeper, as if seeing Old Lu for the first time, chuckled and said, "Why are you so generous today, Uncle Lu? Have you got a guest? Prepare some good food?" "It's just me. Can't I have something nice to eat? Give me another pound of pork belly."

"Why not? Look, how about eighty? Pork belly is fifteen, that's ninety-five in total."

He took out a hundred yuan and got five yuan back. Carrying the three jin of meat, Lu Ze went to the vegetable stall, the one run by the same stall owner who had been tormented by Old Lu, and bought a yam. Only then did he return home satisfied.

When they got to the top of the stairs, Lu Ze really didn't think that Old Lu's sweat was an act; he was genuinely tired. With his old arms and legs, he really couldn't have made it to the fourth floor without taking some calcium supplements.

I took off my coat when I got home, and went to the kitchen wearing a blue tank top. First, I washed the meat, cut the beef into large chunks, added scallions, and put it into a pressure cooker to cook. Then I cut the pork belly into chunks, put it in a pot, added cooking wine and light soy sauce, and blanched it.

Remove the pork belly from the water, heat oil in a pan, caramelize sugar, add star anise, minced ginger, scallion whites, thirteen-spice powder, light soy sauce, and salt, stir-fry quickly over low heat, add dark soy sauce for color, then add water and simmer.

About an hour later, I finished making a pot of stewed beef brisket with yam and some goji berries. On the other side was a bowl of bright red braised pork.

After taking a sip of beef brisket soup, Lu Ze sighed contentedly. This life is awesome!

He scooped a bowl of rice and then threw the braised pork into his mouth. At first, it smelled delicious and tasted amazing, but gradually, he found that he couldn't chew it; the meat was simply too tough to chew.

Fortunately, Old Lu had lost all his teeth and was wearing dentures; otherwise, he might have ended up eating a piece of meat and losing his own teeth.

Even so, the more Lu Ze chewed, the more he felt his teeth were failing him; his gums were sore, and his entire cheek ached.

The most unpleasant feeling is wanting to eat but not being able to. Lu Ze stared intently at the two dishes, but finally decided to give up, took the two dishes into the kitchen, and then ate a bowl of rice with some pickled vegetables.

Lu Ze didn't really want to call his so-called daughter. After all, he was afraid that having a daughter who was actually older than him would leave him with some psychological trauma. However, thinking about the two dishes he had prepared, he realized that he couldn't eat them all, and it would be a waste not to let someone come over and eat them. So he decided to call his daughter anyway.

"Hey? Xiaoqin? What are you doing? Are you busy tonight?"

Lu Ze knew his father's daughter's name was Xiaoqin from the last phone call he made to his father, but he still found it quite natural to say it himself.

"Huh? Dad, I'm busy right now. What's wrong? Is there something you need?"

"Nothing much, I just wanted to ask if you guys have time? I made braised beef brisket with yam and braised pork, you can go home and eat them."

"Dad, you can't possibly eat all this stuff, so why did you make it? I'm too busy today, I really can't go. If you really can't eat it, just throw it away. I'm hanging up now."

After hanging up the phone, Lu Ze stared blankly for a while, thinking about the scene when he talked to his parents on the phone. It seemed that his attitude towards him was not much better than that of Xiao Qin. He felt a little guilty.

After lunch, time seemed to pass by incredibly slowly. Lu Ze felt bored, so he turned on the TV and watched a movie channel for a while, but the movies playing on the TV were just as unwatchable.

In the end, he could only turn off the TV, pick up the old version of Romance of the Three Kingdoms on his desk, and read it silently. Only then did time pass quickly.

But this time, my back problem flared up again. I sat for too long and it ached.

He took the book back to bed and lay down to read until after nine o'clock at night. Feeling a bit sleepy, Lu Ze took off his reading glasses, rubbed his eyes, washed his feet, and went to bed.

The scene went dark again.
"The first phase of the simulation is complete. The score is 45, which is a failing grade. A penalty will be imposed."

"Clap c ...

"Ouch! You motherfucker! Stop hitting me! I give up! I was wrong, okay?!"

He was whipped ten times in total, almost causing Lu Ze to lose control of his bladder. He collapsed to the ground, his eyes rolling back in pain, feeling like he was about to suffocate and die.

"Starting the second phase of simulated training. The second phase will last for one month. Please prepare, host. 321."

"Damn it, you're coming again?!"

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(End of this chapter)