Global Film Emperor

Chapter 485 On the Set of an Advertisement Shoot
Gradually, some voices of abuse against Lu Ze appeared online, and some people even uploaded videos on YouTube of parents snatching books from their children and tearing them to shreds in front of them.

Initially, this was just a voice of dissatisfaction with Lu Ze within the performance industry, but then, somehow, the news was seen by those online KKK members.

They've been unhappy with Lu Ze for a long time. You know, in the eyes of white supremacist Sun, it's wrong for Lu Ze to win even one award. What's more, now that Lu Ze is going to take all the awards from the three major film festivals, how can this be allowed?
Curse him! We must curse him! Curse him until he obediently returns to China and becomes a cowardly little bastard.

Fueled by these racial keyboard warriors, in just one day, more and more people came to agree with Lu Ze's view that he was relentlessly destroying people and wanted to destroy children with dreams, which would not be tolerated in any country.

Lu Ze also received the news, which was told to him by Mickey. At this moment, Mickey was in Liverpool, laughing gleefully. Lu Ze missed the news about his company being vandalized, so this time he had to be scolded so that he could balance his mentality.

"Are you ever going to stop? Is it really that funny?"

"Hahaha, I feel so good, so good... How does it feel to be insulted, Mr. Lu, the perfect idol?"

"Do you think this is the first time I've been insulted? I'm a long-time victim of cyberbullying. This matter must be resolved, otherwise it will become a problem. Do you still have behind-the-scenes footage of 'Exile' and 'Rebirth'? Help me edit it. This matter can only be proven by facts, otherwise it's really hard to explain with words. Send it to me after you've edited it."

"Understood, I'll send it to you within three hours."

……

After hanging up the phone, Mickey couldn't stop smiling. He pulled out a few tissues to wipe the coconut milk that he had just spat out on the table. Lu Ze's book was also on the table and almost got spilled as well.

As soon as he saw the video of that German guy cursing Lu Ze, he immediately called Lu Ze. However, he wasn't nervous at all; he was just delighted to see Lu Ze being cursed.

This is just like when a company is attacked by animal rights activists; it's very easy to resolve. As long as the facts are there, all the noise will naturally subside. It's not some solid evidence of accusations at all.

Mickey has read Lu Ze's book several times. To be honest, if he didn't know Lu Ze, Mickey wouldn't believe in such an outlandish performance style. But there's a living person right here, so what does that prove? It only proves that your child can't learn Lu Ze's performance style and doesn't have the talent.

It's not that Lu Ze's books are bad, it's that your child is bad, understand?
After placing the bookmark, closing the book, and putting it on the bookshelf, Mickey clapped his hands, attracting the attention of Zhuang Yu and Kesha, who were engrossed in browsing Facebook comments insulting Lu Ze.

"Let's go, Lu Ze has assigned us some work. Let's get to work. Sigh~ I'll be in charge of 'Rebirth,' Zhuang Yu will be in charge of 'Effect,' and Ke Sha will be in charge of 'Exile.' Let's go."

He stretched and got up first, leading the two white-collar workers to the archives room. The three of them chatted and laughed as they searched for materials from past film shoots. After each of them got their hands on the materials, they headed to the editing room in another building. Along the way, the corridor echoed with their laughter and their imitation of the German's last words.

"Fuck your Lu Ze, hahaha, that's hilarious!"

……

On the other side, Lu Ze handed his phone to Wang Zixuan, his mood unaffected by the mess. He was currently in a photography studio in Switzerland, shooting photos to promote Piaget watches.

"Let's continue."

He waved to the photographer and sat back down on the high stool by the bar. His gray vest paired with a white shirt gave him a very sophisticated look. And with Lu Ze still working out, his broad shoulders and narrow waist, accentuated by the vest, formed a perfect inverted triangle.

The top-quality alpaca wool fabric gleamed with a faint sheen under the camera lights. Due to the endorsement, all other jewelry was removed, but the absence of glittering jewels gave it an understated luxury.

His hair was styled into a Beckham-esque side-swept look, and after being evenly coated with hair oil, it remained perfectly styled even during long photo shoots.

This handsome face, considered outdated in the entertainment industry, is still highly sought after in the fashion world as a high-fashion face. With its sharp features and high nose bridge, it can perfectly showcase the interplay of light and shadow on the face when the lighting is used properly.

His facial imperfections weren't concealed by foundation. The slightly rough pores and stubble, remnants of his youthful exposure to the harsh northeastern winds, combined with his striking features, exuded a powerful masculine charm, creating a tangible sense of male beauty in the photographer's eyes. The photoshoot hadn't yet begun as the lighting was being adjusted. Since it was a commercial advertisement, he couldn't be wearing those extravagant, custom-made watches costing tens of millions; the one he wore was simply a Piaget POLO-S green dial worth 80,000 yuan.

But with his inherent charisma, it doesn't matter what kind of watch he wears. As long as it's not a women's watch and matches his large left wrist, anyone who sees Lu Ze wearing it will look like they're adding at least a zero to the price tag.

The ultra-thin dial provides a very relaxed and comfortable experience. While waiting to take photos, the index finger of his left hand, wearing the watch, unconsciously circled around the whiskey glass that was being used for the photo.

He sat there, his mind preoccupied with the book, his gaze wandering aimlessly. His right hand rested on the bar, propping up his chin, while his left hand traced circles around the rim of his wine glass. His masculine face and impeccably proportioned physique, combined with his suit and formal watch, didn't give Lu Ze any hint of naivety; instead, he exuded a quintessential sensuality.

Who would mind having something happen with Lu Ze?
"Quick, give me some water..."

Several female staff members gathered at a distance, constantly drinking water. They had forgotten how many times they had swallowed their saliva when they saw Lu Ze. Even though they had photographed celebrities for many years and were used to seeing handsome men and beautiful women, the man with the oriental charm was still so fresh and still had a fatal attraction.

"Give me some too."

Before they knew it, they had all joined the ranks of those drinking water...

"He's so beautiful, like a charming little cake."

...But it didn't matter, and I didn't care. Instead, I joined the discussion group with great interest.

"He really has an aristocratic air about him, and he's a perfect match for the count, but it's not the typical European aristocratic style. It's more like... is he mixed-race?"

"I heard he's not, but a Chinese. I've never tried with an Asian before. Damn, I'm even more lusting after his body now..."

"We're about to film, stop drinking water! Mr. Lu, please get ready, and... bring me a glass of water too."

"The director too?"

The employees who were chatting were stunned. It seemed that they had heard some explosive gossip, but they didn't dare to chat on set and had to hurry back to their work posts.

Shooting endorsements for high-end luxury brands is nothing like shooting male models for Taobao sellers, where they can do several poses in a second. It requires careful adjustments, and even a single pose, if the position of the body is adjusted by a few centimeters, requires reshooting. This is why Lu Ze doesn't really like endorsing products; it's exhausting and mentally draining.

An hour and a half later, after photographing only one watch, and looking at the dozen or so watches available for sale that could only be photographed, Lu Ze appeared calm on the surface, but in reality, he was already on the verge of collapse.

After the photoshoot was finished, Wang Zixuan handed Lu Ze a water glass and whispered something in his ear.

“The brand called to ask, but I turned them away and told them that they could handle it themselves and not to worry.”

"Okay, that's how it is. We don't need them to get involved."

"Okay, Mr. Mickey has also sent the email. Shall I just upload it?"

"No, let me record a short video later. Okay, you can go and rest. Director, we can start now."

"..."

(End of this chapter)