Global Film Emperor

Chapter 158 Meets the Upgrade Requirements
November in Shanghai was already deep autumn, and the breeze was quite cool. However, Lu Ze was sweating profusely outside. He and another extra carried a washing machine and slowly climbed the stairs in the old-fashioned apartment building. When they reached the fifth floor, they wiped their sweat and went inside.

Where should we put the washing machine?

"Oh, I'll put it on the side of the stove, in this corner. Okay, thank you."

After the homeowner directed the two to put their things away, he handed Lu Ze six hundred yuan. Lu Ze took off his worn-out, grayish white gloves, spat on his fingers, counted the money, and after confirming the amount was correct, nodded and smiled at the homeowner.

"Thank you, boss. We're off now."

The homeowner escorted the two to the door. Lu Ze led the extras down the steps slowly, then took out three hundred yuan and gave it to the extras. The extras lit a cigarette and offered one to Lu Ze, but Lu Ze didn't smoke it and waved his hand.

As he exited the building, the container door of the small truck was still open. Lu Ze reached out and locked the door, then opened the passenger door and picked up a blue plastic water bottle. The outer shell was dusty and looked very old.

Aligning the two gloves, he pulled them inwards at the wrists, crumpled them into a ball, and threw them in front of the windshield. He took a sip of the cold water in his cup, and because the spout of the kettle was large, water flowed down to his chest. Lu Ze wiped his mouth and didn't care.

The extra threw his cigarette butt on the ground and stomped it out. He also crumpled his gloves into a ball, took a bunch of keys from his belt, started the car, and the white Jinbei van with "Veteran Moving" on the outside drove off into the distance.

"Cut!! That's a wrap!! Filming is complete!!"

Liu Ying's loud voice rose again, the small truck turned around and drove back, Lu Ze got out of the truck and took off the black vest that was torn in many places, and Wang Zixuan quickly ran over and put a long-sleeved shirt on Lu Ze.

Filming for "The King of Fighters" is finally over. After nearly nine months, all the scenes have been filmed. The excited shouts of the audience could be heard in his ears. Lu Ze sat in his chair with his eyes closed, resting, and a smile appeared on his lips.

This film wasn't the most arduous one Lu Ze had ever filmed; on the contrary, everything was very comfortable. He stayed in a luxury hotel, ate exquisite food, and the crew's perks went without saying. In short, filming on such a lavish crew was truly a very considerate experience.

But it was truly exhausting. Starting from 150 pounds, four months of rapid training brought him down to 176 pounds. You can only imagine how much sweat he shed.

Now he's finally free. Lu Ze no longer has to start training every morning, no longer has to eat the special nutritional meals that, while elaborate, aren't really that tasty, and no longer has to eat ten or even twenty egg whites a day. He can finally let go of everything. But at this moment, Lu Ze feels a little empty inside.

"Hurry up and pack your things, we're going to the hotel for lunch! Hurry! Hurry! We'll miss out on food if we're late!"

"Got it!"

The props team ripped the props off, since they wouldn't be needed anymore, and simply destroyed them. The sound crew hurriedly reeled in the cables, and the cameraman carefully put the camera into the box, closed the lid, picked it up and set it aside before starting to reel in the tracks. Everything was happening at an extremely fast pace.

"Got a cigarette? Give me one."

This scene was tiring. He called out to the extra who had been filming with him earlier. The extra nodded, quickly ran over, and handed Lu Ze a cigarette, saying something like, "It's not high-class, don't mind it."

"Blue and white sand, not bad. I've been smoking Hademen before. Come on, let's take a break."

The sunlight was a bit dazzling. Lu Ze leaned back in his chair, put on sunglasses, and held a small cigarette between his fingers, looking quite relaxed, which was a stark contrast to the busy people.

When the cigarette burned down to the sponge, Lu Ze stuffed the cigarette butt into an empty mineral water bottle, shook it gently a couple of times, and the cigarette butt hissed as it came into contact with the water. He then tossed it with precision, landing it next to a trash can not far away.

"Director Liu, I'll be going now. I'm going back to the hotel to take a shower. I'm leaving now."

After getting Liu Ying's permission, Lu Ze got up, picked up the mineral water bottle, and threw it into the trash can. He put on a jacket, and Liu Bin's car was already waiting not far away. He opened the car door, got in, and prepared to go back to the hotel to rest for a while.

On the way, I picked up the script of "The Boss" and started to read it. At this time, the script was covered with notes of various colors and was not clean. After reading it for a while, it felt dirty.

Soft, soothing music played in the car, relaxing Lu Ze's nerves, which had been tense from the final scene. He felt a little sleepy and yawned.

Back at the hotel, after taking a shower and wearing only his underwear, Lu Ze looked in the mirror and sighed. He knew he wouldn't be able to keep this physique for much longer.

Jia Helong is not a muscle maniac. Although he is strong, he belongs to the fat category. If Lu Ze plays Jia Helong, he will definitely have to gain weight.

He leaped and landed on the bed, bouncing a few times on the soft surface. He pulled up the covers and crawled under the covers, taking a book from the bedside table drawer and slowly flipping through it. Then his eyes began to droop, and the hand holding the book slowly slipped, the book falling onto the bed. He closed his eyes and breathed evenly.

It's morning now. He only finished his Tomorrow World game experience at 7:30 this morning, so he can't access the system right now. His body is truly asleep, getting plenty of rest. The sky is gray, no, everything is gray, carrying a bone-chilling cold. The people walking on the street have blurred faces and are lifeless. They only glance at Lu Ze indifferently when they pass by before moving on.

"Still remember me?"

Someone tapped Lu Ze on the shoulder from behind. When Lu Ze turned around, he saw a blurry face with no visible expression, so he shook his head.

"Hehe, is it cold here?"

Gray is a cool color, and although there wasn't much wind here, there was also no warm sunlight, so it was generally cold. Lu Ze nodded in agreement.

"The sun will shine again, it won't be cold anymore, and it's not far off. You should leave now."

The man's right hand slammed into Lu Ze's forehead. Lu Ze felt his body suddenly plummet, like falling off a cliff, and then he opened his eyes.

Sunlight streamed through the gaps in the blinds, falling on Lu Ze's eyes. He sat up in bed, leaned against the headboard, and rubbed his eyes. He seemed to have had a dream, a dream in which he fell off a cliff? Probably.

I picked up the book from the bed, which was already closed, turned to the page I had read before going to sleep, put the bookmark inside, took a sip of water from the water glass on the bedside table, and got up to wash up.

"Aze! Come here! This is your red envelope! You've worked so hard for so long, thank you for your efforts."

The producer, who used to act like a grandson to Liu Ying, has now become a lowly soldier handing out red envelopes. He stuffed a thick red envelope into Lu Ze's hand, his face crinkling with smiles. He was probably really happy because filming was finally over and he didn't have to work with that old bastard Liu Ying anymore.

"Thank you, Producer Sun. You've worked hard too. I must toast you later."

Holding the red envelope, Liu Ying sat down in his seat, put the envelope on the table, chatted with Coach Song and the other actors for a while, and then Liu Ying arrived at the venue.

The opening was very simple. Liu Ying was a man of action. He said a few words and then got everyone to pick up their chopsticks and start drinking! As soon as the drinks were served, the atmosphere became lively.

The large film crew, numbering over two hundred, nearly three hundred people, was as lively as if it were Chinese New Year. Lu Ze stood up and toasted Liu Ying, the producer, and other leaders.

"Aze, I didn't get to celebrate your birthday with you before because of filming. Today I want to apologize and make it up to you. Happy birthday."

Lu Ze is twenty-seven years old. He hasn't celebrated his birthday while filming. However, this year, in addition to Jiang Wenshu giving him a gift, Xiao Nan also bought Lu Ze a razor worth more than nine hundred yuan by working part-time.

"It's alright, I basically don't celebrate my birthday, it's a small matter. I'll toast to all the leaders, I'll drink it."

After drinking the liquor in his cup, Lu Ze was applauded by everyone. He then returned to his own table, giving the others time to offer toasts.

"Brother Lu, I salute you!"

"Open less often, and have fewer customers during the midday heat."

Other staff members also toasted Lu Ze, and Lu Ze accepted their toasts in return. Otherwise, with so many people offering toasts, if each person drank a cup, he would definitely be in the hospital today.

Lu Ze's phone vibrated. He picked it up and saw that it was a WeChat message from Shen Jinghan, saying that the advance payment for the film "The Boss" had arrived.

The system's voice boomed in my mind.

"Upgrade conditions are met, upgrade?"

(End of this volume)

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