Global Film Emperor

Chapter 226 The war begins
He boarded the plane at 7:30 a.m. on the 29th, flying from Shanghai to Beijing. He boarded the plane at 12:40 p.m. on the 30th, flying from Beijing to Hong Kong. Traveling to three different places in three days, the drastic changes in climate inevitably made Lu Ze feel a little tired.

As soon as she stepped out of the airport, Wang Zixuan waited at the entrance. Yesterday, she had changed her ticket to only Lu Ze's ticket, and she still took the 29th flight to Hong Kong.

"Brother Lu, let me help you with your luggage. You can rest for a bit. Young Master Jia is coming to pick you up."

Seemingly noticing Lu Ze's fatigue, Wang Zixuan reached out and took Lu Ze's luggage. Since they were only going to stay in Hong Kong for two or three days, the suitcase only contained the clothes for the party and some miscellaneous items. It wasn't heavy, so Lu Ze didn't stop her and handed the suitcase to her.

Instead, it was Jia Changwei who came to pick him up, which surprised Lu Ze greatly. Lu Ze still vividly remembered how Comrade Jia had treated him before, so it was truly as if the sun had risen in the east.

An old Rolls-Royce was parked outside. The driver helped Wang Zixuan put her luggage in, and Lu Ze opened the car door and glanced inside. Jia Changwei was sitting in the car, puffing on his pipe. He looked quite well and seemed to be having a comfortable time.

"Young Master Jia, I'm so sorry to have troubled you to come and pick me up."

"Stop talking nonsense, have you eaten? I'll treat you to dinner, Ah Sheng, let's go to Uncle Ya's teahouse."

After Lu Ze and Wang Zixuan were seated, the car started. Although it could be called an old car, the interior was no less comfortable than modern cars, and the exterior looked incredibly impressive.

Compared to the modern cars around it, this old-fashioned vehicle still has a boxy shape and is very rugged. The little golden statuette is prominently displayed on the front of the car, making all the other cars give way. This thing is much more expensive than a current Rolls-Royce.

It was already past four in the afternoon when they arrived at the teahouse, which was also dinner time. The teahouse usually only sold tea and pastries, but since they weren't guests, Lu Ze was just dropping by for a Hong Kong home-style meal.

The teahouse was still as dilapidated as before, but it was lively. Perhaps it was because of the hot weather, but some elderly people were standing at the door under large umbrellas, drinking tea and playing cards. You could hear them talking from a long distance away.

"Uncle Ya! Long time no see! How have you been lately? You seem to be in good health."

Uncle Ya was still sitting in that old armchair, gently fanning himself. When he heard someone greet him, he turned his head to look at Lu Ze and responded.

"it is good."

Lu Ze frowned and looked at Jia Changwei. Uncle Ya's behavior just now was not like his usual temper. If it were before, he would definitely have laughed and scolded Lu Ze and then told him to come in and have some tea. But now his face was full of confusion, as if he did not recognize Lu Ze. After thinking for a long time, he did not know what to say and finally said one word to reluctantly agree to Lu Ze's invitation.

"As people get old, they become confused. Sometimes they even forget me. This has been the case since the beginning of spring this year. I guess my days are numbered. Uncle Ya, come in and eat."

Jia Changwei calmly answered Lu Ze's question, then turned around and helped Uncle Ya into the house, carefully seating him at the head of the dining table.

"Then let's go to the hospital. We can't just wait here."

"The old man is so stubborn, he refuses to go no matter what I say, what can I do? If he doesn't want to go, then he doesn't want to go. It would be good enough if he could die peacefully in his old age while he was in the gang. It's just that he probably won't be able to celebrate his 80th birthday this November. He's at the hurdle of 66 and 80, and I guess he won't be able to get past the second one."

"You brat! I'll live to be 180! Don't curse me!"

Originally, Jia Changwei and Lu Ze were chatting when Uncle Ya suddenly interrupted and loudly scolded Jia Changwei, making Jia Changwei chuckle.

"The old man's hearing is still very good, good, good. He's lived to be 180, and he's always been like this, sometimes good, sometimes bad. Call Song Qingmin and ask him if I should invite him over for dinner again?"

Jia Changwei went to keep Uncle Ya company, and Lu Ze also smiled. However, seeing Uncle Ya like this made him feel quite bad. But what Jia Changwei said was right. It was already a blessing to die peacefully in the old age of someone who was in a gang. He had killed so many people and was still alive. If there really was such a thing as reincarnation, who knows how much suffering he would have in his next life.

Putting those thoughts aside, Lu Ze picked up his phone and called Song Qingmin. Song Qingmin answered quickly and hurriedly told Lu Ze that he would be there soon and asked Lu Ze to tell Xiao Jiaye that he was stuck in traffic.

Lu Ze, a mainland Chinese, didn't have much respect for Jia Changwei, but Song Qingmin, a native of Hong Kong, was truly terrified of him. Lu Ze understood this, and after saying a few words to Jia Changwei, he started helping Sister Fang serve her rice.

Fang Sao was Uncle Ya's daughter-in-law and the one who actually brewed tea at the teahouse. Perhaps it was retribution that struck Uncle Ya's son, whose only son was killed in a car accident in Australia, leaving behind Fang Sao, who had been married to Uncle Ya's son for less than two months.

This woman was also unfortunate; she became a widow shortly after getting married. Later, she went back to Hong Kong with Uncle Ya and never remarried. She has been taking care of her father-in-law, who was already in his sixties at the time, ever since. Just as Lu Ze finished serving the dishes, Song Qingmin arrived, covered in sweat. He apologized to Jia Changwei as soon as he entered. Jia Changwei wasn't really angry; he simply waved his hand and told him to sit down quickly.

Once everyone was present—just the five of them—they started eating. Jia Changwei picked up his bowl and fed Uncle Ya, who could no longer eat solid food, porridge. Occasionally, some porridge would drip onto the corner of his mouth, which he carefully wiped clean with a tissue.

"Uncle Ya, do you recognize me?"

When Lu Ze noticed that Uncle Ya, who was drinking porridge, was looking at him, he pointed at him and asked a question. The old man shook his head and then turned to glare at Jia Changwei with a reproachful look.

"Slow down, are you trying to choke me to death? You're so clumsy."

"Yes, yes, I'll slow down. Did you drink it? Now for the next sip, open your mouth, ah~"

"Ah Jian, I dreamt about your Uncle Long last night. He took me to kill people, and there was so much blood. Are you scared?"

"I'm scared, I'm terrified! Tell me, did you drink it? Wait, let me wipe your mouth."

Lu Ze noticed that Sister Fang was secretly wiping away tears, guessing that this A Jian was Uncle Ya's deceased son. Seeing Uncle Ya vividly recounting his dream to Jia Changwei, making Jia Changwei laugh heartily, Lu Ze suddenly felt a pang of emotion.

Perhaps in Jia Changwei's heart, his ruthless father was merely an object of admiration, while Uncle Ya was the one who truly gave him fatherly love. Although he said he didn't care about Uncle Ya's life or death, Jia Changwei was probably more heartbroken than anyone else.

After finishing his meal, Lu Ze glanced at the time; it was already 5:15. At this time of day, it would take at least 40 minutes to get from here to the Cultural Center Grand Theater.

Lu Ze opened his suitcase, went to the bedroom to change his clothes and tie his tie. Wang Zixuan also returned from outside; she hadn't participated in the meal.

After applying some simple makeup, Lu Ze left the room with Song Qingmin, preparing to say goodbye and head to the venue.

"Wait a minute, Aze, you can ride in my car. Asheng will wait for you outside."

Lu Ze looked at Jia Changwei for a while, nodded, and did not refuse his kindness. He hesitated for a moment before slowly saying, "If anything happens, give me a call."

Jia Changwei naturally knew what it meant to be in trouble. He waved to Lu Ze, peeled a shrimp and fed it to Uncle Ya without saying anything.

As the black Rolls-Royce drove down the road, Lu Ze stared out the window, lost in thought, pondering all sorts of things, until the Cultural Grand Theatre came into view, bringing him back to his senses.

Even the excellent sound insulation of luxury cars becomes useless in the face of such tremendous noise. It seems that Hong Kong, which had always been cold, began to warm up at this moment, and finally reached a state of intense heat.

The car stopped precisely on the red carpet. After adjusting his appearance and exhaling, Lu Ze opened the car door. The cheers became more genuine as he got out of the car and bowed slightly to the audience who had come to support him. This moment of glory was the best reward for Lu Ze.

"Big Boss Long! Go, Master Jia!"

"Lu Ze, please sign my autograph! Please sign my autograph!"

Some people don't know Lu Ze's real name, they only remember the roles he played, but that's enough. What's memorable is what makes a classic.

As usual, he signed autographs for his fans. After checking the time, he could only apologize to the fans who hadn't signed yet. He stood in front of the curtain and had a few photos taken by reporters. Then he turned around, signed his name on the curtain, bowed to the audience who had come from afar, and strode into the theater.

Tonight, the war for honor officially begins.

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(End of this chapter)