Global Film Emperor

Chapter 428 Vittoria
In just a few days, Lu Ze visited all the sights in Rome and tried all the famous local foods. Overall, he had a great time, except for Mickey's shoulder being dislocated by the recoil, which caused Mickey to cry from pain because foreign doctors aren't always adept at setting bones.

Even Lu Ze accidentally burned his fingertips, but this did not diminish his excitement at all. No man dislikes a lump of iron that emits blue flames. Spending a day at the shooting range certainly satisfied the two men's fantasies about weapons.

Secondly, what made the two of them happiest was that when they visited Gambiano Film Studios, they happened to run into Giuseppe Tornatore. Giuseppe was very generous in granting their requests for autographs and photos, and even exchanged contact information with Lu Ze and Lu Ze, which made the two of them smile all day long.

On their last night in Rome, they attended a dinner hosted by the Gambiano family.

Then, on August 7th, they embarked on their journey to Venice...

To be fair, Venice did not fulfill Lu Ze's fantasy of a water city. It was not a water paradise, but merely a hometown that some people longed for.

This place is full of tourists, and even Lu Ze needs to be well disguised when he visits. There is a lot of garbage on the water, and the water is not clear. It is far from the breathtaking beauty described in the poem. Although the alley has a modern feel and is far from dirty, it has become the birthplace of some dirty things.

Most importantly, a week before they arrived in Venice, there had been a flood. Even the first floor of the hotel where Lu Ze and his group were staying was nearly half a meter above the waterline, and the water level had not receded much by the time Lu Ze and his group arrived.

Fortunately, thanks to the tireless efforts of the Venetian government, the drainage work on Lido Island, the venue for the Venice Film Festival, has been done quite well. Apart from the relatively high humidity, the island has basically returned to normal operation, so the film festival will not be delayed. However, because the authorities are busy repairing the venue, other venues have not yet been able to open. Mickey's plan to gamble a little on Lido Island has now been officially canceled.

In the following days, because the water outside was still up to their ankles, the three of them lost interest in going out for a stroll. They stayed in their room all day playing cards, and even their meals were delivered to their rooms by the hotel staff. At the end of the day, Lu Ze lost more than a thousand euros and only won a bunch of little notes. The same was true for Fatini.

If we were to say what Mickey has talent in, besides making movies, playing games would probably be one of them. He can easily master Street Fighter and King of Fighters, giving Lu Ze two lives, but in the end, he can still easily kill Lu Ze. It's the same with gambling. When it comes to Texas Hold'em, in Lu Ze's memory, he seems to have never beaten Mickey.

Eating, drinking, playing, sleeping, and writing scripts became the main theme of the three people's lives these days. During this time, Lu Ze also asked Ke Sha how the filming of "Exile" was going, as well as how the filming of the three Chinese actors was going. The progress was fast, and the three actors were able to keep up. Overall, Lu Ze was satisfied with the answer.

Time slipped away bit by bit, and finally, August 14th arrived, the opening day of the 80th Venice Film Festival, the day of the final showdown.

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Eight o'clock in the morning.

The sound of water in the bathroom stopped, and he walked out with a towel wrapped around his lower body. Water droplets condensed in his hair, and if he wasn't careful, they would fall onto the carpet, leaving small water stains.

He casually dried his hair with a towel, then hung it back on the coat hanger. On the table, the water in the siphon coffee pot was boiling, being forced upwards by air pressure, and being extracted to the upper layer through the coffee grounds.

A cool handkerchief touches the bottom of the bottle, which has been scorching hot from the open flame. The pressure returns to normal, and the extracted coffee returns to the bottom. The bottle is opened, and a rich aroma of coffee overflows. It is poured into a coffee cup, and the amount is just right.

He turned on the TV to watch the Italian news, which he couldn't understand. He drew back the curtains, and the slightly gloomy sky of the morning had cleared up. Through the bright south-facing window, he could see the blue waves of the water, the soaring seagulls, and the blue boats carrying tourists with laughter drifting on the sea. Lu Ze took in everything. On the seventh day after arriving in Venice, he finally saw the most beautiful scene in Venice.

Perhaps a beautiful scene can really change a person's perception of a place, just like seeing the Abraham in Alexandria. When the golden sun, various skin colors mixed together, the frolicking crowds, the blue sky, the white clouds, and the sea that is within reach are placed in front of Lu Ze, his mood, which was originally bad because of the gloomy weather, is also pried open with a crack, allowing the sunlight to shine through the crack.

You long to blend in, as if lying on a pristine white boat, shirtless, counting the birds flying overhead, listening to the fishermen's hearty laughter at the harvest, until finally, in a hazy state of consciousness, you linger there.

He only realized this when the coffee was finished and the last drop went into his mouth. He hurriedly took out his phone to take a picture of the scene, and then regretted not bringing a professional camera to record it.

The news was reporting on the preparations for the film festival. As a major annual event in Venice, it dominated the morning news coverage. The female host's words brought Lu Ze back to reality. He washed the coffee cup, his white shirt concealing his well-defined muscles.

The tailored fit of the Italian suit was showcased to its fullest on Lu Ze, with broad shoulders and a narrow waist, fitting his body much better than an English suit. After turning around in front of the mirror, Lu Ze was very satisfied with the suit that had been made to order by Tofatini.

The simple yet classic black and white combination, with a widened collar that makes the wearer look more energetic, falls naturally without being ironed, making it more natural and less stuffy. The inner lining is unbuttoned up to the second button, revealing a bronze-colored skin. As you walk, the name tag on your chest sways with your steps, appearing and disappearing.

Patek Philippe's Clous de Paris cufflinks are hidden inside the sleeve, only revealing their captivating black hue when the wrist is slightly raised. Vacheron Constantin's Patrimony 30110 is worn on the left wrist, the minimalist dress watch complementing the cufflinks, making it clear to any discerning person that it exudes considerable taste.

Of course, taste exists beyond economic ability. The accessory on this left hand is worth millions... Finally, he put the sapphire cross brooch, which is about three centimeters long and two centimeters wide, on the collar of his coat. At this moment, Lu Ze instantly transformed from an ordinary middle-aged handsome man into a walking human armored truck.

Since I came to Venice with Mickey and Fatini, it wouldn't be appropriate to ask Wang Zixuan to come along, so I had to do the simple styling myself.

Since the buzz cut I shaved for filming "Exile" hasn't grown out yet, I don't need to focus on my hairstyle. A little concealer is enough. Applying foundation would easily make my face and neck look different colors, which would make me a laughing stock.

Lelabo No. 33, a men's woody fragrance, doesn't have the serene, temple-like feel of other woody fragrances. It only has a slightly cool sandalwood scent and a faint earthy aroma. Spray some into the air and wait for the mist to naturally fall onto your clothes. Everything is ready, and the fragrant and handsome man makes his official debut.

He stomped his feet to make the calfskin fit snugly against his skin, grabbed his room key, and left the room. In the corridor, he brushed past two blonde, blue-eyed women. Seemingly quite sensitive to the scent of sandalwood, the two ladies turned back as they walked, and saw Lu Ze knocking on Mickey's door. His strikingly handsome profile came into view.

Seemingly sensing that they were being watched, Lu Ze turned his head and glanced at them. The three of them looked at each other, and the two girls suddenly felt as if they had been shot in the heart. Although it wasn't that mysterious that a single glance could cause a noticeable physical reaction, even this momentary daze was enough to make the two girls feel uneasy.

"OMG, he's so sexy..."

This was the true reaction of the two girls, so much so that they lost the courage to even look at Lu Ze again. They didn't dare to turn back, but covered their mouths with their manicured hands, whispering to each other as they quickly left.

Only after they reached the corner and disappeared from Lu Ze's sight did the two of them run back to their room with barely suppressed, shrill, infatuated laughter, and begin to talk at length about Lu Ze.

"Knock knock knock... Open the door."

"Who are you, handsome man?"

"your dad."

"Go to hell."

Make way for Lu Ze to come in. At first glance, Fatini is also here. It seems that the two of them were drinking and chatting in front of the huge floor-to-ceiling window. The wine glasses on the glass table are filled with golden wine, and the ice is slowly melting under the sunlight.

Today, Lu Ze was unusually handsome in their eyes. Even Fatini was stunned. It's not that Lu Ze wasn't handsome on a normal day, but he wasn't this handsome. Now, Lu Ze's entire appearance conformed to Western aesthetics: big eyes, high nose, three-dimensional features, and a robust physique with perfect proportions. It's just that his cheekbones weren't high enough. Otherwise, the two of them would definitely have given Lu Ze a perfect score and let him dunk again.

"Dude, what you put together today... is a bit too much. I need to reconsider whether I should walk the red carpet with you, otherwise you'll destroy my confidence."

Lu Ze just smiled and didn't say anything. He exchanged fist bumps with the somewhat depressed Fatini, pulled out a chair and sat down, just in time to see Mickey waving a wine bottle at him.

Would you like something to drink?

"I haven't eaten... but a drink won't hurt."

Lu Ze took the wine glass, smelled it, and didn't drink it. He held the glass and spun it clockwise at a steady pace. After about a minute, he smelled it again before raising his glass to the two of them.

"I never clink glasses with people who are more handsome than me, but you're an exception."

Taking a small sip, Lu Ze looked at the television. Mickey and the other two were also watching the same channel Lu Ze had been watching earlier. The female host seemed to have been on the move for quite some time, still broadcasting the live coverage of the Venice Film Festival on Lido Island at an extremely fast pace. Suddenly, Lu Ze heard the host say the word "Vittoria," which he immediately memorized. The meaning of this word was simple, and Lu Ze could easily understand it; it meant...

victory……

"..."

(End of this chapter)