Global Film Emperor

Chapter 454 The Arrival of the Creative Team (Fourth Update)
"Look, the king is sleeping soundly in his tent, fully clothed."

"I'm going outside the tent to dispel my sorrow."

"Take a few steps forward and stand still in the desolate wilderness."

"Looking up suddenly, I saw the clear blue sky and the bright moonlight."

A tune was playing in the living room. Lu Ze flipped the poached egg over in the wok, added sugar and vinegar, and waited for the sugar to melt and the vinegar to thicken before ladling it into a plate and taking it to the dining table.

"Ah, that's why they say China is a vast and diverse land with unique characteristics. You can tell just by looking at this breakfast. Daze, sit down, your teacher's wife will serve you a bowl of porridge."

Lu Ze had just taken off his apron and hung it on the clothes rack outside the kitchen when he saw his master's wife get up. He quickly declined and went to get a bowl for himself before sitting down.

Old Master Chen was reading the newspaper when he saw that everyone at the table was seated. He closed the newspaper, folded it in half, gave it a shake, making a snapping sound, placed the newspaper on the table, and said, "Let's eat."

The old man was very strict and always followed the rule of not speaking while eating or sleeping. However, he would not scold his wife when she chatted with Lu Ze. He would just mind his own business so that his wife would not find an opportunity to scold him after the meal and get back at him.

Lu Ze chatted with his teacher's wife about breakfast in different regions, even using British breakfast as an example. Southern breakfasts are exquisite, while northern breakfasts are somewhat rustic. But in any case, in China, a land where food is of paramount importance, the cuisines of each region are adapted to local conditions due to differences in climate and growing plants.

Lu Ze's wife hadn't been to as many places as he had, not counting travel. The old man had taught in the capital for half his life, and she had spent half her life with him there. So most of the time, Lu Ze would do the talking, and she would listen from the side, occasionally muttering, "How wonderful!" Lu Ze could sense her longing for the wider world, but she was getting old and couldn't travel anymore, so she could only listen to the younger generation's descriptions.

Lu Ze is a great cook with excellent skills. He can handle the fancy dishes in big hotels, but he's more than capable of making home-style dishes. This is something his teacher's wife often praises about him.

After the meal, the nanny cleared away the dishes and chopsticks. Lu Ze lit an incense stick and inserted it into the incense burner on the table. Gradually, a faint sandalwood fragrance filled the entire room.

The small stove in the courtyard was kept burning all year round. The nanny would always light the stove at mealtimes when Grandpa Chen was eating, and half an hour after the meal, a pot of tea would be boiled.

By this time, the water in the teapot had boiled, and the steam pushed the lid off and escaped. After the steam dissipated, the clay lid fell back down, making a very pleasant tinkling sound.

It's getting cold outside, and the old man's legs aren't good, so he can only rest indoors. Recently, the teacher's wife has developed a new hobby: teaching other elderly ladies in the park to play Beijing-style drum music.

Although she was originally a guqin player, she also knew a little about the dagu (a type of drum). After teaching those old ladies for a long time, she earned the nickname "Teacher Li" and seemed to have rediscovered the joy of teaching music, becoming even more enthusiastic.

I got up in the morning and brewed a pot of Ancient Tree Red tea. It's fine if it's a little weak; the old man likes it that way. I can only say that the brewed tea is so-so. He prefers the boiled tea. I placed two green-glazed covered bowls on the table. The white porcelain cups we used before have been replaced.

These two covered bowls were bought from England. They are from the Qing Dynasty, and this is the only pair I have. Lu Ze bought a lot of Chinese antiques during his time in England, but his financial resources were limited, so none of them were very valuable. He donated one through Grandpa Chen, and the rest were given to Grandpa Chen for his own use.

Moreover, Lu Ze is not an expert in appraising antiques. He never buys anything he is unsure about, nor does he dare to. These days, the old men in those antique shops abroad are very shrewd. The antiques you buy abroad may very well be fake. If he really spends a fortune to buy a fake, Lu Ze might really be spitting blood.

Although the technique of blowing green glaze was lost by the late Qing Dynasty, the price was not very high. However, this pair of covered bowls has not been repaired, the glaze is evenly distributed and tightly bonded, and most importantly, the crackle is particularly beautiful. It can be regarded as a top-quality product among green glazed covered bowls. Its appearance is very high, and it has naturally become the old man's latest favorite.

A cup of black tea was poured into a bowl. The old man picked it up, gently pushed the lid to leave a few centimeters of gap, and drank the tea. The bowl made no sound at all.

Like in TV dramas, picking at tea leaves with the lid, or even worse, opening the lid and blowing on it, is considered rude and annoying by the older generation of tea drinkers.

Back then, Song Guiyuan was often punished by the old man for this problem. In the old man's words, no one outside taught you this, but you are easy to be disliked by people. It is the most unjust thing to offend people for no reason. A beating on the hand is considered light.

This is Mr. Chen. He may no longer be able to teach his apprentices professional knowledge, but he can always teach them some rules for life, which will be of great help to their future careers, social interactions, and even their lives.

He put down his teacup, covered his legs with the mink blanket again, looked at Lu Ze, and saw him still sitting in the chair looking at his phone. He asked, somewhat puzzled.

"Weren't you supposed to be picking up some friends today? Why are you going again?"

"They said they encountered a torrential downpour in Singapore, which delayed their flight. They estimated they wouldn't arrive at the airport until after noon."

"Is there enough room in the car? Why don't you let Xiao Fu come with you?"

"No need, Pu Shen is here too, and with Zhi Yi, three cars are enough."

"Oh."

At this point, the old man stopped talking, listened to Peking Opera, closed his eyes and pretended to doze off. At this moment, Lu Ze's phone suddenly started vibrating. He glanced at it and saw that it was his second senior brother calling. He got up, walked to the door, and answered the call.

"Hey? Second brother, so early?" "It's almost nine o'clock, and you call that early? Don't you know your second brother gets up at five every day to practice Tai Chi in the park? Alright, let's get down to business. The film is over. If you're in a hurry, come and get your number today. You're pretty good, kid. I've seen the film too. It's a great movie, very exciting."

"Hey, Second Brother, stop praising me. Okay, can I go now? I probably won't get to the headquarters until 9:30."

"Okay, come over here. Remember to save me two premiere tickets. I'll take your sister-in-law over to see it."

"Okay, no problem, that's settled then. I have to pick up a few friends at noon, so I'm a bit rushed. I'll talk to you later."

After hanging up the phone, I calculated the time. It would be past ten o'clock by the time I got the number from the headquarters. Then I would have about an hour and a half to get to the airport. The time was just right, maybe even a little tight, so I hurriedly set off.

After taking the car keys—it was a car from Mr. Chen's son's company, an Alphard—it was parked at the entrance. After adjusting the seat, they quickly headed towards headquarters.

After retrieving the numbered documents and the opening sequence, he headed straight to the airport. When he met up with Wang Pushen and Ding Zhiyi, Mickey and the others had just gotten off the plane. From a distance, he saw Mickey swaggering out of the airport wearing sunglasses.

In addition, he noticed that during the security check, the security guards repeatedly touched the Mendeleev brothers' luggage with anti-explosive test strips, and their eyes were full of vigilance, as if they were guarding against two terrorists who might pull out AKs and shout "Sukabul" at any time.

Behind them were Elena, Mickey's ex-girlfriend and her husband, along with Mickey's daughter Fanny. This combination... seemed a bit strange to Lu Ze. Walking at the very back were two actors, one old and one young, whom Universal Brothers had loaned from Gambiano Pictures: Zangief and Kado.

"Guys, welcome to China."

Everyone hugged each other. They hadn't seen each other for a long time and had a lot to talk about. But before that, Mickey asked the most important question first.

"How about it?"

"Uncut, released directly."

"Nice! Yay! This is awesome! My movie can finally be shown in China, damn it! It's been so hard."

Actually, the most excited ones weren't Mickey, but the Mendeleev brothers, since they were the soul of the film. Mickey's reaction was just more exaggerated and unrestrained. The three of them laughed wildly at the airport entrance, attracting a lot of attention. People who didn't know the truth might have thought the three of them were playing King of Fighters and exploding beans at the entrance.

The security guards who were keeping a close watch on the Mendeleev brothers glanced at the test strips again to make sure they didn't have any bombs on them, but they still kept a close watch on them.

"Alright, stop laughing. I don't want anyone to see, okay?"

Lu Ze, Lao Wang, and Xiao Ding all became nervous. Wang Pushen was still a little short, but the main concern was Lu Ze and Xiao Ding. Once they were discovered, they wouldn't be able to leave.

"OK, OK, let's go eat! Beijing! We have to have Peking duck! I've been so worried these past few days that I haven't had any appetite. Now I feel like I could eat a whole pig. Let's go, friends! Chinese cuisine! Here I come!"

"Can you shut up?"

"Oh……"

"Thank you."

Actually, I still want to eat dumplings.

"..."

Two chapters for monthly votes, plus one chapter for recommendation votes; all the chapters that were owed have now been paid.

Today's update: 12,000 words. That's it? That's it? That's it? That's it?

I'll continue updating tomorrow, but no extra chapters, since I'm done with it, right? The day after tomorrow I'm planning to write "Exile"!
It's still a completely original film, so there's no need to ask where you can watch it anymore, because you can only watch it in "Global Film Emperor"! The same goes for "Rebirth" and "Living".

Finally, I'd like to thank everyone for your recommendation votes and monthly tickets, and especially for your generous donations. Thank you all, and I wish you all a happy May Day, although it's a bit late.

Matchstick is going to rest now. Have fun, everyone!

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