Global Film Emperor

Chapter 477 The First Actor Interview

"What? Is this the Imperial Palace? Can't we come here?"

"What are you saying! Sit down, sit down, you damn Mickey, always sneaking around with me like that. So you've been waiting for me here all this time, haven't you?"

Lu Ze finally understood why Wang Zhen had shown a smile that seemed inexplicable at the time when he met Zhuang Yu at Song Guiyuan's mother's funeral. He also understood why Mickey had been missing for a whole day a few days before the premiere of "Exile"—it turned out he had been waiting for him here all along.

Mickey and Kesha rarely saw Lu Ze's astonished expression; it was always a rare sight. This time, in particular, their expressions were exceptionally exaggerated, as if they had seen an alien. Mickey and Kesha were so amused that they couldn't stop laughing. If their tongues weren't in the way, Lu Ze could probably see right through their mouths what they had eaten that morning.

"When did you arrive? I have to say, you two are really wicked. They were up to something, and you kept it from me too?"

"I wanted to surprise you, didn't I? I think it's working really well."

"Bullshit, a surprise? I was scared to death! I thought I'd missed my stop and flown back to Beijing. My mind was completely blank. I kept thinking, where did that Beijing accent come from? Where am I staying now? A hotel?"

"No, now I'm working under you, aren't I? The second boss isn't doing anything, but the big boss has already prepared a huge villa for me. It's very comfortable to live in. I'm having hot pot there tonight."

Mickey was laughing when he heard "hot pot," and he perked up. All three of them were speaking Chinese, except for Kesha, who couldn't understand and was still grinning foolishly.

"Although it's not good for me to say this now, and I'm sorry to have interrupted your reunion, could I join you for hot pot?"

Like Lu Ze, Mickey can't handle spicy food and finds the Sichuan and Chongqing hot pot, known for its pungent odor, somewhat unpalatable. Instead, he prefers the clear broth mutton hot pot in Beijing. Otherwise, he wouldn't have gone out at 2 a.m. to find a lamb spine hot pot.

"Sure, come on over, it'll be more fun with more people."

The group chatted happily. Mickey and Zhuang Yu were kindred spirits, both being masters of dramatic films and having even competed in Cannes. Although Mickey won, he never felt that his abilities were superior to Zhuang Yu's, attributing it mostly to luck and the advantage of being a Western filmmaker.

He watched "To Live" many times, starting when both films were nominated for the main competition. It was Lu Ze's brilliant performance in "To Live" that made Mickey develop a special liking for Lu Ze, and that's how their connection began.

Even now, Mickey still rewatches the script and praises Zhuang Yu's character development skills. Because of this, when he felt lost while writing the script, the first person Mickey thought of when he thought of external help was Zhuang Yu, who had a similar style to him but was excellent at portraying kind-hearted characters throughout the script.

Kesha was completely confused and didn't know what they were talking about, but in order to maintain his presence, he kept grinning foolishly, which finally attracted Mickey's attention.

"Stop laughing, you're acting like an idiot. We're having hot pot tonight."

"Hot pot? Hot pot is great!"

Then he started grinning foolishly again, this time clapping. No one dared to look at him, afraid of bursting out laughing. Perhaps he realized his own foolishness, because the smile vanished the next second. He coughed twice, then extended his palm upwards, signaling them to continue.

"Lu Ze, the interviewers have arrived. You and Kesha will be in charge of the second round of interviews. Mr. Zhuang, please. Let's discuss the script in my office. Your wife..."

Zhuang Yu and Mickey's relationship is still relatively unfamiliar, and they speak to each other politely. In fact, only Zhuang Yu has signed a contract with "Universal Brothers".

Wang Zhen accompanied him. Mickey was very wary. Apart from Lu Ze, he wouldn't trust even the Mendeleev brothers too much. With the confidentiality agreement in place, it would be impossible for Zhuang Yu to see the complete script, let alone an outsider like Wang Zhen, even though she was Zhuang Yu's wife.

"She just needs to find a place to rest. She can sit still as long as there's Wi-Fi. Lu'er, let her go to your office for a while."

"Row."

After the division of labor was clear, everyone dispersed. Lu Ze and Ke Sha didn't move because the interview was to start in this conference room. After refilling their coffee, Ke Sha made an internal call and asked Old Jill to let the first interviewee in.

There was a knock on the door.

"Knock knock knock..." "Go in."

He yawned, a few tears welling up in his eyes, and rubbed them together. He let the actor he had never met before into the room. He reached out to Kesha, took the interviewee's resume, and before he could even look at it, the door opened, and a well-fitting brown Oxford shoe stepped onto the floor of the conference room.

Lu Ze didn't look up immediately. Instead, before the interviewee sat down, he glanced at the resume and saw that was the end of the resume's purpose.

"Charlie Spencer, male, eighteen years old, currently studying acting..."

As he scanned the photos, Lu Ze's gaze suddenly turned serious, and his brows furrowed. It wasn't that the photos were visually unappealing to him, but rather that he was puzzled by a question.

"Did you post the wrong photo? This... doesn't look like a man at all..."

As the footsteps approached, Lu Ze's brows remained furrowed. He looked up and was momentarily stunned by what he saw. The young man before him overlapped with the face in the photo, a face that Lu Ze couldn't quite place, and even seemed to have been enhanced. This made the vocabulary in Lu Ze's mind rather limited, leaving only the word "beautiful."

"Hello, Mr. Lu Ze, hello, Mr. Mendeleev."

His pure British accent and slow speech, coupled with his innate gentleness, and the clear male voice that had not yet been tainted by smoking and drinking, still had a touch of immaturity, yet it perfectly matched his appearance; this was the voice he was meant to have.

He walked up to Lu Ze and the other person, bowed at a ninety-degree angle, his shoulder-length brown-gold hair with waves covering his face that had just been vaguely visible. When he stood up again, the first thing that appeared from his hair was his high nose bridge, followed by his fair forehead.

Her eyes were deep-set, with a pair of medium-sized blue eyes. Her long face didn't have the sharp chin of an oval face. Her cheekbones were slightly high, but her cheeks weren't like those of most Europeans with high cheekbones, which looked like they had been shaved off. Instead, they were very smooth, forming a very perfect arc.

Compared to the thick lips of most Europeans and Americans, his lips are very thin, giving him a slightly feminine and aloof look. He has a very sophisticated face that is popular in the fashion industry.

No matter how beautiful a one-inch photo is, it will always look a bit stiff if it is not edited. But when he actually stands in front of you, he will be given a kind of charm that no photo can ever make up for. The moment Lu Ze saw this high-class face, he immediately thought of Bourne Anderson, who was known as the most beautiful boy in the world.

Equally exquisite embryos.

Perhaps this is the standard template for a beautiful boy: the same wavy hair, the same slightly melancholic and youthful temperament, the same delicate face. The only difference is that, compared to Bourne, he looks more feminine, and his features are more gentle.

Aesthetic standards are constantly changing, so Lu Ze couldn't give a definitive answer as to which was better or worse. He could only say that both of them had faces that were currently popular.

Such faces are very popular. Don't think that Europe and America only like muscular men. Nowadays, perhaps because of the internet or other factors, aesthetics are gradually becoming more unified globally. Such delicate and handsome faces are very popular everywhere.

"Hello Charlie, please have a seat."

The boy nodded, walked to the side of the chair, turned around, and walked to the front of the chair. Instead of taking a step, he stretched his leg out from the side and stepped in front of the chair.

Unbutton the second button of your suit, lightly grasp the lapel with both hands, sit on only half of the stool, straighten your body, and let your hands hang naturally at your sides. This ensures the suit is crisp and gives off an elegant posture that comes from someone who has received a high level of etiquette training.

Charlie was far from calm. He let out a long, secret breath, suppressing the urge to shake his legs due to nervousness. He crossed his arms and felt his heart pounding wildly.

Why is this happening? The reason is quite simple.

Do you know what it's like to meet your idol face-to-face?

"..."

(End of this chapter)