Global Film Emperor

Chapter 420 Lu Ze's Explosion

He closed his eyes and listened to the sound of the waves crashing, feeling the sunlight gradually transforming his body. In the distance, a film crew was setting up the set, and the bustling scene contrasted sharply with Lu Ze's leisurely pace.

Not far away, Xiao Wang, wearing a swimsuit, was catching shellfish and small crabs left behind after the tide went out. Since she didn't have a net, she could only use the net she used to wrap pomelos to store them. Her feet were in close contact with the sand, leaving footprints that were less than size 35. It wasn't time to go swimming yet, as the water was still cold. After the tide washed over her feet, she would always clench her toes, grip the fine sand, and shiver violently.

Don't overthink it, she'll probably never wear a bikini again in her life. Her flat figure just can't pull off that sexy swimsuit, so she can only play in children's swimsuits with skirts.

If you want to see someone with a hot body, you have to look at Elena. Under the parasol, wearing a sexy swimsuit, she was lying on the beach reading a script, revealing most of her buttocks and her entire snow-white back. Her legs were raised, making her look just like a model taking a photo shoot at the beach. However, Lu Ze didn't look at her much.

"Lu Ze, please reply. I need about an hour more here. How's your sunbathing going?"

Kesha's voice came through the walkie-talkie. Lu Ze pulled up his short sleeve, revealing a very clear line between his arm and shoulder, a dark tan. In just half a day, the scorching sun had already tanned him. If he hadn't applied sunscreen, he might already be burning and peeling. Confirming that he had initially met the requirements, he picked up the walkie-talkie and replied, "Not bad."

"Then come over and get your makeup done."

"receive."

Lu Ze plays a marine ichthyologist who lives at sea year-round. These people are similar to fishermen, with dark skin that has an oily sheen. Lu Ze only tanned for half a day, so while he was dark, he didn't have that oily sheen. He needs further optimization to better match the protagonist's skin tone.

The reason he didn't tan his skin beforehand was because he still needed to film scenes of living on a desert island. If he got too tanned, it wouldn't match his skin tone when he first arrived on the island. He couldn't wait until he had Lu Ze's skin tone lightened before filming, could he?
The most fundamental difference in skin color between oceanographers and people surviving on desert islands is that oceanographers wear clothes and don't tan themselves so evenly. This is something the production team had to carefully capture, otherwise it would create a huge plot hole.

As for how to make Lu Ze's skin tone similar to that of people who spend a lot of time at sea, it's actually quite simple. Just like what the stylist did for Lu Ze right now, that would achieve the desired effect.

Olive oil paint, commonly used in bodybuilding competitions, is applied all over the body and then rinsed off with water. However, this process is difficult to remove completely, leaving a slippery, greasy feeling on the body. After the first rinse, olive oil is applied again to the arms, calves, neck, and cheeks to create a sense of depth in the color between the body and exposed limbs.

Then rinse with water again to deepen the color of the body. Repeat this process three to four times. Then apply olive oil all over the body and wait quietly for forty-five minutes. Finally, gently rub the skin with fine sand to remove the greasiness. The final result is very close to the skin color of people who go out to sea.

After the stylist finished, Lu Ze touched his skin. It was still oily, but not as bad as before the sand polishing. After being exposed to sunlight, it also had a shiny sheen.

After changing his clothes, he left the dressing room. It was sunset, and looking up, he saw an endless expanse of fiery clouds in the sky, with flocks of seagulls flying overhead. This beautiful scene captivated Lu Ze. He cleared his mind, adjusted himself to his best state, and a minute later, patted his cheeks and gave Kesha a finger.

"OK! We don't have much time left. The sun will set in about thirty minutes, and the tide will rise to where we are in an hour and a half. We only have half an hour to capture this moment. If we don't make it, we'll have to wait until tomorrow. I don't want that to happen, so everyone, good luck! Lu Ze, I'm counting on you."

Although it was Kesha's first time directing a film, he showed no signs of inexperience. On the contrary, his burly physique intimidated the crew, who all stood at attention, solemnly awaiting Kesha's order to start filming.

"In a moment, you'll lie down in this spot. There's a fake corpse fifteen meters to your left. You can see the supply crate. I won't say anything else; you're a monster, you can do anything. All departments, prepare! One last check!"

"The film crew is ready."

"The props team is ready."

"Lighting crew ready."

"The recording team is ready."

"Script supervisor! Onboard."

A Black man waded through the seawater and rushed to camera position number one, held up the clapperboard, slammed it down, and shouted: "Exile, Scene One, Act One, Begin!"

Lucas zoomed out to capture the beautiful scenery Lu Ze witnessed. Then, he slowly zoomed in on Lu Ze, who was lying on the beach, having held his breath for a long time and whose face was flushed. Through the headset on his head, Lu Ze spoke softly.

"Switch to Unit 3, Unit 2 in position, switch to Unit 2 in seven seconds, five, four, three, two, one."

Mickey and the other actors were drinking coconut juice on the hillside, their eyes fixed on Lu Ze without blinking. Finally, the rather difficult scene that Lu Ze was about to perform began...

……

The waves continued to crash against the man's cheeks, and the man, who had been unconscious, gradually began to react. At this moment, Lu Ze did not use the simplest and most common way of contracting his fingers to show that the man was about to wake up. Instead, he used the slight trembling of his eyelids to tell the audience that he was about to wake up.

The difficulty in using eyelid trembling to portray the character lies in the fact that the amplitude and intensity of the trembling, the duration of the eye opening, and the angle of the eye opening all need to be carefully considered to achieve the right effect. Otherwise, the audience will be distracted and find it fake at first glance.

Eyelids are essentially dead flesh, and apart from blinking and the movement of the eyebrows, it's difficult for them to convey emotions. After all, no one's eyelids can be turned upwards, and flipping the eyelids doesn't count.

How can you make your eyelids twitch without moving your eyebrows? You have to rely on your eyeballs to move them. In other words, it looks like the actor is just closing his eyes, but in reality, his eyeballs are moving up and down in his eye sockets.

As for his ability to control his eyes, that's Lu Ze's signature skill! Not only are his eyes expressive, but he can also portray the trembling of his eyelids so naturally. Apart from Lu Ze, there are very few people in the world who can do that.

It was not yet time to wake up. Lu Ze opened his mouth, took a sip of seawater, and deliberately let the seawater choke him. He finally let out the breath that had been held in his throat until his face turned red. He knelt down, put his hands on the ground, and began to cough. He could have acted out this scene, but in order to pursue realism, he chose to take a sip of salty seawater.

At first, it tasted extremely salty, then it tasted bitter, his face became even redder, and he started to gag. This was a natural bodily reaction, but apart from the stringy saliva at the corners of his mouth, he didn't vomit anything.

His eyes were glazed over. He scrambled ashore, lay down, and slowly took off his half-sleeve and threw it aside. He was panting heavily, his hands were white from being in the water, and his fingertips were wrinkled. He dug out the stone that was pressing against his back and threw it aside. With his eyes closed, he whispered, "Is anyone there?" No one answered.

"Is anyone there? I need help. Is anyone there?"

Still no one answered. Seemingly regaining some strength, he slowly sat up, ignoring the crew members. His gaze was somewhat blank. Struggling to his feet, he shouted again, "Donnie! John! Is anyone there? Where are you!"

He staggered toward the pre-set location of the fake corpse, and then... he was dumbfounded—the fake corpse was gone! The rising tide had swept it away!

He let out a long breath, thinking to himself that he must not panic at this moment. It wasn't the first or second time that a prop malfunction had caused problems with the plot. He walked slowly, his mind constantly searching for a solution.

He walked to the designated sign indicating the location of the fake corpse, peered out into the sea, and could vaguely make out a human-shaped object floating in the water. He cursed under his breath, feeling a headache coming on, but his facial expression began to become excited.

"Donnie! Answer me, Donnie! I'm coming to save you!"

Everyone knows that the ocean is most dangerous during high and low tides. He wouldn't risk retrieving a dummy just for filming. After pretending to rush into the sea, he didn't actually swim very far. He only reached chest depth before he dared not go any further. He kept his feet on the ground and struggled hard. When he estimated that it was about time, he was pushed back onto the beach by the waves.

Exhausted, he lay back on the beach, leaning against a huge rock by the sea, gazing out to sea. By now, "Donnie" was nowhere to be seen. Tears welled in his eyes, but no tears fell. He wiped his eyes with his hand, raised his voice, and murmured in a voice so weak it was almost imperceptible.

"Why... I can't save him, I can't save him..."

……

"Beautiful! Amazing! This monster!"

Kesha and Lucas simultaneously clenched their fists and lightly waved them. The anger that had just surfaced due to the props team's mistake had vanished without a trace, leaving only admiration for Lu Ze's swift handling of the problem. While delivering a perfect performance, he was also able to adapt to unexpected situations and make actions that matched his emotions. This was something that not every actor with a brain could do. Therefore, no director would not want to have Lu Ze, not one!

Mickey and his group, who were further away on the hillside, were less restrained. They were initially worried about the unexpected situation, but when they saw that the camera hadn't stopped recording, they all jumped up, as excited as if their own team had scored a goal.

"He's a genius! Isn't that right? I told you, he can solve any problem for the director. You're all lucky, right? You can brag about it later. I've worked with Lu Ze, that's your biggest asset, my friends!"

Mickey was praising Lu Ze, and no one refuted him because they knew that they would never have been able to do what Lu Ze had just done. They should admit that they were not as good as others in order to have room for improvement.

Lu Ze, however, remained unaware of the excitement outside the studio, and filming continued.

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Not far away, a box of supplies was parked on the shore. His mood improved slightly, and he ran towards the box, stumbling and crawling. He tried to lift it by the lid, but couldn't open it. He looked around on the beach, then suddenly ran to the side, picked up a stone, and ran back to smash the combination lock. Soon, the box was opened, and inside was only a box of books soaked in seawater. His belief in calling for help was shattered again. He frantically threw the books into the sea, but they were carried back by the waves.

He went even crazier, kicking, biting, and cursing, trying every possible way to destroy the books. Finally, he sat alone on the beach, feeling empty. The camera switched to camera number five, filming his back. Under the blood-red sun, it was the back of a lonely and sorrowful exile.

"Cut! Passed! Lu Ze, you're... fucking amazing!"

Kesha came over, put his arm around Lu Ze's shoulder, and kept boasting about his abilities. However, Lu Ze, who had been looking sad, pulled himself away the moment the camera stopped rolling. He was expressionless on the surface, but in reality, he was furious. He shook off Kesha's arm and pointed to the props team with his puzzled waving hand.

"You guys can't even put a mannequin away without it getting washed away! What are you good for! Those guys who put the mannequins in, take your wages for this week and get on a boat and get as far away as you can! If there's another problem next time, the whole group is fired! Mickey! Settle their bill! Don't you think you're on vacation? Do you want me to find you some supermodels to sleep with? Everyone else, what are you looking at! Still not done yet! Give me your towels."

He took the towel from Wang Zixuan, draped it over his shoulders, and without even turning his head, gave Mickey, who was still smirking, the middle finger before striding onto the sightseeing bus and leaving.

"What's wrong with him? Why is he so angry?"

Because of the distance, Mickey couldn't see clearly what had happened, so he could only shout at the top of his lungs, asking Kesha and Lucas for an answer.

"Maybe... I've gone crazy from cutting out carbs."

For someone as mild-mannered as Lu Ze, there's no better reason than that his sudden outburst could be explained by the irritability caused by cutting out carbohydrates. You have to understand that cutting off a person's need to eat staple foods is no less painful than not being able to sleep, and the discomfort of quitting smoking is incomparable to this. Moreover, Lu Ze also has to do a lot of exercise every day. In this state, he's truly the kind of person who's easily ignited and has the kind of rage that makes him want to kill someone.

Mickey believed this explanation. But the thought of Lu Ze needing to continue cutting out carbs for several weeks until his muscles were completely muscular and stretchy gave him a headache. This was going to drive Lu Ze crazy...

If anyone makes a mistake and angers Lu Ze, the consequences... He glanced pityingly at the other anxious actors, then got angry and yelled at Ke Sha, raising his middle finger.

"Then what are you waiting for! Pay them and tell them to get lost! Do you really think I'm here to work? Damn it!"

He got up, threw the chair down the hillside, rolled it a few times, and rolled it to the front of the film crew. He left without looking back, but after getting into the car, he chuckled, patted the driver on the shoulder, and told him to drive away.

"..."

(End of this chapter)