Global Movie Emperor Chapter 332

On March 15, the day before the beer shop opened late at night.

"Dangdang...dang...dang..."

A pair of shaved labor protection gloves, holding a can of beer in his hand, he carefully climbed the ladder and placed the beer in the uppermost eye-catching position. There is always a sense of fear in his actions. After all, this can of fever grade 4 The turbid IPA is worth thousands of dollars per can. In this store with a stock of only more than 700,000 yuan, it can already be regarded as the treasure of the town.

The heating in this room is very good. The temperature in the room is more than 20 degrees. Lu Ze has been working with half sleeves for a long time. He has been exhausted from sweat, reflecting a little luster under the dim wall lamp.

I got off the ladder and stepped back a little bit. Looking at the wine rack that reached the ceiling, it was filled with a dazzling array of drinks. For a while, I felt a little more fulfilling. I took my phone out of my jeans **** pocket and took a photo.

Enter the small bar, take out the customized photo frame, to be honest, the quality is not good, there are still a little bit of wood debris on the glass, and Lu Ze needs to clean it himself.

It is worth mentioning that Lao Song came a few days ago, but due to time constraints, he stayed for only one day and left, but he brought some gifts to Lu Ze.

I lit a cigarette, held it in my mouth, took out a large brown paper bag from the cabinet, and untied the binding rope around the back. Inside were many photos, all of which were brought by those friends who asked Lao Song to bring them. A photo of Lu Ze with these friends.

In addition to personal group photos, there are also many group photos of all crew members. The photos are held in their hands, and they looked at it for a long while under the dim yellow light, showing a smile, carefully placing them in the frame, and hanging them properly There are a lot of photos in the place, and the whole wall is full.

I rolled the kraft paper bag and was about to throw it away, but I found the bottom of the portfolio a little bit ridged. Obviously, in addition to the photos, there are some things that Lu Ze hadn't discovered before. I opened the bag and fell down and fell out. Folded small note.

He flicked off the half-burned soot that was still hanging on the cigarette. He returned to his seat and opened the paper.

"I believe all this is not simple, no matter who it is, you are Lu Ze, so you are not a loser. The light shining on you will never go out. I will send you the blessings from the Imperial Capital: your friend. ..... Zhuang Yu."

"We will see you again, I firmly believe that, not in life, but on the screen, looking forward to meeting you again, old friends, if I cry...Don't laugh at me, Wang Zhen. "

"I have just drunk a lot of wine, and now I am dizzy. When I picked up the pen, my mind was full of pictures, but I didn't know what to say. I have known each other for eight years, and the first impression was that I kept an inch at that time. It was a little green. You, sleepy, I want to sleep, I wish you a happy life, my good brother, Zheng Yi."

There were a total of twelve pieces of the note, and the number of words was not many, and the total number was only a few hundred words. Lu Ze looked at it for a long time, finally pinched the corner of his eyes, showing a smile, and took out a bottle of beer from the wine rack behind him Open, drank it all in one breath.

"What are you doing so sensational..."

I looked around, and finally took out a box of tea leaves, put the tea leaves in it elsewhere, put the note in it preciously, put it in the drawer, and twisted the lock lightly.

The small colored lights hanging on the floor-to-ceiling windows were energized, the colorful breathing lights began to flicker, and the fingers swept across the eight large refrigerators, and finally walked to the door, gently pressed the wall light switch, and the room fell into dim darkness.

I took a shower, put on a white hurdle vest and big pants, pulled my slippers back to the small bedroom changed by the cafe staff's changing room, lay on the bed, turned on the bedside lamp, and took out a black one from the bedside table drawer The leather diary, the water-based pen in his hand has turned a few pens.

Forget about when he had the habit of keeping a diary, not every day, but when he was in a good mood, he would record something memorable, such as today.

"On March 15th, it will open tomorrow. I feel a little complicated. After all, I have invested almost all of the funds. If the benefits are not good, I may really want to find a job to support my life. I don't know how I am. Is it right to bet? Seriously, I'm a little anxious."

"Today I hung up pictures of everyone and I on the wall. Suddenly...I missed the past and missed the friends I made while on the road. Even if I had only been away for just three months, I did. I miss them. I don't know if there is still a chance to appear in front of them like before in this life."

"In three months, a lot of changes have really taken place. Zi Xuan put on her construction hat again. The photo looks silly. She didn't know how to change her work clothes. Brother Liu and his sister-in-law opened a small restaurant. I don't know how it tastes. I really want to taste it. Auntie Han is relieved and doesn't know which country she has gone to."

"Returning to an ordinary life must be uncomfortable, everything I fail, I hope they can be well and good night."

Close the diary, put out the cigarette butt, reach out to disperse the very obvious smoke under the light, put the diary back on the bottom of the drawer, leaning against the bed and closing your eyes to refresh yourself.

A black figure quietly jumped onto the bed and sat beside Lu Ze, watching him quietly. For a while, a lamp, a person, a cat, surprisingly quiet and harmonious, until it bit Lu gently. Ze's fingers awakened Lu Ze, who was in deep thought, and covered his head with his big hands, gently rubbing his forehead lines.

"Would you like to sleep together?...Well, go to bed."

He put his arm around it and went into the bed, stretched out his hand and pulled the light cord off, rubbing his face against its hair. It felt very soft and very comfortable, until a mechanical voice suddenly sounded in his mind, which surprised Lu Ze. Since he quit the shooting of "The Desolation", the system has never thought about it again. Forget it, it has been almost four months.

Lu Ze thought that if he stopped filming in his life, perhaps the system would never operate again, but he did not expect to hear this stiff sound again after four months.

"The host is detected to enter the rest, ready to enter the teaching mode."

The next second, Lu Ze fell asleep. The lame stared his eyes. After confirming that Lu Ze was asleep, he crawled out of Lu Ze's arms and got into his nest. Lu Ze snored while sleeping. Lu Ze lay down together and couldn't sleep.

"It is detected that the host has not accepted the invitation of the new script for 100 days, and the actual review is forced. Please select the script by yourself. After the review is over, the outside world will supplement the memory of the script and the system will generate the script. The context of the story will be blocked, leaving only the character's interpretation memory. Ninety-five points are passed, 97 points are good, and 98 points are excellent. The scores are determined by the system, and there are penalties for failing."

Compulsory practice review... Lu Ze is not surprised at all. After living with the system for so many years, he knows the urinary nature of the teacher of the system. In other words, the system slaps his **** and pulls a few dung eggs. It's clear that it just sees Lu Ze breaking his heels all these days of idle fart, so he has to find something for Lu Ze.

He doesn't mind the review. After all, acting can be regarded as a part of life for him. If you don't film for so many days, it's impossible to say that Lu Ze is not bored. He has never During the one-hundred-day holiday, it was okay to get busy. When I was idle, I felt all over my body and I always felt shortcomings.

People are really cheap. When filming, he was busy every day, tired every day, and during the period of laziness, Lu Ze could not wait to eat the script, but it became a habit to be too busy, it's really easy not to film. Coming out of illness.

It's Lu Ze looking at this scoring standard...it's a bit of a toothache, he can't perform all scripts, unless he is made of plasticine, which is wrong...In the system space, he really is Made of plasticine.

In short, you have to consider whether the character image is appropriate for Lu Ze, or if you force Lu Ze to act, the taste is wrong, just like a plate of spicy chicken is sweet, can it be disgusting to eat?

In addition, Lu Ze would like to ask, whose score is 95 pass? Subject two is so difficult and only 90! Is this a number that people can set?

It is estimated that in the coming time, beatings will become commonplace. People in their thirties are being beaten all day long. What is this special day? Thinking about it, Lu Ze felt miserable, and now he was thinking about what position to lie on and be soft when he was beaten.

Now the image of the system has taken shape in Lu Ze's heart, as if a strong man over two meters high, with a big waist, and full of tendon flesh, pinched Lu Ze's neck, slapped the script on Lu Ze's face, and said: "To Lao Tzu play."

Wait...Why did the black and white husky emoticon that was frightened by other dogs raising their front paws, opening their mouths, staring, and tethering their necks?

I don't want so much mess, but fortunately, the script can be chosen by oneself, which reduces a lot of difficulty coefficient, and the system can be regarded as a second person.

"Loading is complete, ready to enter the script library, 3...2...1...The course begins."

In the white system space, the huge red number above the head began to beat, and the space went dark as before, until it fell into the invisible darkness, and the light came again.

He stood in front of a sofa, the flame of the fireplace kept jumping, conveying the warmth brought by the wood turning into ashes, and there were some snacks on the coffee table. The touch of the carpet was so real, as if it was real. The value will be equal in case.

This scene is very similar to the scenes commonly seen in European and American movies. Two trees are the kind of Christmas, but there are no trees, no turkeys, and no children who open gifts. Santa Claus is estimated to be burnt to death from the fireplace.

But this scene was still warm, and it looked very comfortable, until Lu Ze turned around, his pupils were slightly enlarged, and he expressed his cordial greetings to the system.

"I said your mother..."

Two super-large bookshelves at least five meters high and seven or eight meters long, each leaning against the wall, are neatly arranged, leaving only an aisle almost two meters wide, facing Lu Ze, showing Lu Ze there are too many to count. Qing's script.

And behind these two bookshelves, there are still two bookshelves of the same size, and then there are two bookshelves. Because there is no light inside, Lu Ze can't judge how long this aisle is, but Lu Ze is sure it's definitely better than he thought. Longer, why? Because there is a brand new Emma electric car next to him...

I walked to the bookshelf and picked a random book. I found that this script has been filmed in reality. This is an existing script, but it is a bad film, which proves that the scripts here are not all that sophisticated. UU Reading If www.uukahnshu.com is good or bad, you have to let Lu Ze pick it out.

However, the sharp-eyed Lu Ze saw a movie script that he was very interested in and watched many times. He pushed the big ladder in front of the bookshelf and stuck the lower roller. Lu Ze climbed to the top and dragged the script. come out.

The outside of each script here is sandwiched by cardboard, just like those high-end books, when opened, the paper is very good, the hand feels great, and it is close to deep breath, and you can smell the scent of ink.

Lu Ze didn't choose it anymore, so he decided it was it. At the beginning, he still had to choose some existing scripts, and start simple, so as not to be beaten on the first day of review.

The sofa is not as soft as imagined, it only sinks half of the **** deep, and then I can feel a kind of supporting force, which can protect the waist well, so that Lu Ze will not be so tired after sitting for a long time, and will not put his ass. Sit down.

Reached out and picked up the kettle on the coffee table, it was liquid, took out the cup and poured out light green water, picked it up and smelled it, it was definitely tea, not the water. It passed into Lu Ze's palm and took a sip. The taste was good and the temperature was very suitable.

Putting a dark green blanket with an old flower pattern on his knees, picking up the markers of various colors placed on the coffee table, Lu Ze officially opened this classic inspirational movie script that moved him countless times, "Ah The Legend of Gan Zheng.

"Whether to choose "Forrest Gump"?"

The voice of the system sounded, Lu Ze flipped through the script and gave a hum, expressing his decision.

"The script has been finalized, "Forrest Gump" will be shot 120 hours later and the countdown will begin."

"You **** be a man!!!"

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