Global Film Emperor

Chapter 292 An Encounter at the Louvre
When he opened his eyes, he saw a huge European-style chandelier hanging from the ceiling. It was beautifully designed, but Lu Ze felt that the style was too luxurious and a bit ostentatious.

I scratched my hair, which had been deformed from being pressed down while I slept and looked like horns, but it didn't work. After repeatedly rubbing it to no avail, I could only half-close my eyes, put on my slippers, and drape a bathrobe over my shoulders before going to the balcony to open the curtains.

The sun was strong, and his eyelids and brow bones ached a little when it shone on his face. This was because he hadn't slept well. After gradually getting used to it, Lu Ze pushed open the window with both hands and stretched his head out. The outside was not as deserted as he had imagined, but it was not lively either.

The scene before my eyes was full of exotic charm, quite different from any city in China. The skin color of the pedestrians had also changed from the common yellow skin to white mixed with black and yellow.

Lu Ze is currently staying at a hotel in a wealthy area of ​​Paris. Since he arrived at the airport late at night yesterday, he had to find a hotel to stay in and adjust to the time difference. He did not go out sightseeing, as there is still a possibility of danger in the wealthy area late at night.

The slight pain in his brow bone and eyeballs, along with intermittent dizziness and swelling in his brain, proved that he was still jet-lagged. Fortunately, there was nothing else to do today, so after opening the curtains, Lu Ze turned around and went back to bed to sleep.

This was Lu Ze's first time in Paris, not counting the times he came during the system courses. He woke up again around 11 a.m., took a shower, tidied up a bit, and then began his sightseeing plans in Paris.

Paris certainly has a romantic atmosphere, which you can clearly feel as you walk down the street. And influenced by this atmosphere, it seems that all couples have become bolder.

Couples on the street often express their affection by kissing during conversations. This kind of public display of affection isn't unusual in China, but it always makes single people feel envious. However, here, this way of expressing affection goes unnoticed by anyone.

Lu Ze is currently sitting in a coffee shop on the street. The combination of coffee and donuts tastes pretty good. Strangely enough, he likes foreign snacks quite a bit, but he doesn't like main meals.

Take French cuisine as an example. For Lu Ze, the taste of things like foie gras and snails is indeed a bit strange. He can only accept foods like steak and caviar.

Perhaps this is the taste of the poor; even the finest French dishes cannot compare to a hearty grilled beef rib in Luze.

Putting the food aside, Lu Ze really fell in love with this place. No wonder domestic celebrities like to travel abroad. It feels really good to be able to take off your sunglasses and hats and walk around the streets freely.

When you're not famous, you always crave the spotlight and want everyone to know you. But once you become famous, you long to find a place where nobody knows you and relax. It's ironic that people's needs are always the opposite under certain circumstances.

After finishing his coffee, Lu Ze set off lightly, carrying only a small shoulder bag in front of his chest. He kept a close eye on his belongings in crowded areas, knowing that behind the romantic city, many pickpockets were watching the passing tourists.

However, perhaps because Lu Ze is not short even abroad, few refugees would bother him during the day.

His hotel was on the south bank of the Seine. Following his phone's navigation, he headed south, taking photos for many tourists along the way. Eventually, he arrived at the Eiffel Tower on the Champ de Mars.

The streets, which were not crowded to begin with, suddenly became much more crowded. You could hear all sorts of languages ​​spoken. Lu Ze did not choose to enter the Eiffel Tower. He simply took some photos and left, resting on a bench next to a nearby fountain, quietly watching the people passing by.

During this time, he was still recognized by quite a few tourists from China, who nervously asked Lu Ze for autographs and photos. Fortunately, not many people recognized Lu Ze, so Lu Ze fulfilled their requests one by one.

There were no excited screams or traffic jams. Everyone simply chatted with Lu Ze in a normal way, with a touch of joy, showcasing the good manners of Chinese people today. Perhaps in the eyes of foreigners, Lu Ze was more like a tour guide.

After chatting with the Chinese tourists for about fifteen minutes, Lu Ze said goodbye and walked towards the Arc de Triomphe. In fact, Lu Ze was only interested in four attractions in Paris: the Eiffel Tower, the Arc de Triomphe, the Louvre, and Notre Dame Cathedral. He planned to see them all today and then take the train to Cannes tomorrow.

The distance between the four attractions was not too far. Lu Ze wanted to see the street scenes along the way, so he did not choose to take the subway. Instead, he walked along the Seine River. About half an hour later, he arrived at the Arc de Triomphe. What interested Lu Ze more was that he saw two policemen on horseback.

Lu Ze had heard of the tradition of horseback patrols in Europe, but seeing it in person still made him feel quite curious. The sound of horseshoes on the marble floor was also crisp and pleasant.

The scenery along the way was beautiful, truly stunning. Paris is also an art capital, and many artists were showcasing their talents on the streets in an effort to earn a living.

Many of the performers were highly skilled, and Lu Ze did not leave in a hurry, but stood quietly beside them to appreciate their talents.

The old man playing flamenco guitar in front of him was really skilled. Even if he didn't have the chance to perform on stage, just being an accompanist would earn him more than he would earn busking on the street. Lu Ze didn't know what the old man's past was, or if there was an overabundance of artistic talents in Paris. In any case, this highly skilled musician was now living on the streets, relying on tips from passersby to make a living.

After playing the three pieces, Lu Ze took out his wallet and put five euros into the violin case. This amount was considered a large sum of money in the violin case. In return, the old man said thank you in Japanese.

"No, Chinese."

"Oh, I'm sorry, sir. Capitalism, you know, I've met more Japanese than Asians. I'm sorry. Would you like a copy of my album? It's free, you can have it." He took a simply packaged album out of the guitar case. Lu Ze didn't refuse, put it in his bag, and when the old man waved his hand to refuse, he put in another five euros and prepared to leave.

"Perhaps you could have an extra macaron for your dinner dessert. Thank you for the album, goodbye."

Thank you, and have a pleasant journey, sir.

The "thank you" was said in Chinese. Lu Ze smiled, turned around, waved, and headed towards the next attraction. Many interesting things happened along the way, which Lu Ze recorded, adding a lot of color to this trip.

When Lu Ze visited the Louvre to view classical paintings, the European paintings and sculptures did not bring him much shock. On the contrary, the Chinese cultural relics displayed there made Lu Ze feel a little resentful and bitter. Perhaps this time, he came to the wrong place. Since he could not change it, he might as well not see it and not have to feel bad.

"This piece of porcelain is beautiful, but it's placed in the wrong place, which is terrible."

Someone spoke these words in English to Lu Ze, with a British accent. Lu Ze initially thought it was a British person, but when the two made eye contact, Lu Ze realized that the person was probably of mixed race.

"Chinese?"

“That’s right, my father is Chinese, a British Chinese, but he has never been to China. Mickey Taylor, you can also call me Zhang Weiyu. I don’t know if this name is common in China?”

"A very common name."

"I knew it."

This man was probably around thirty years old, about the same age and height as Lu Ze. Although he was of mixed race, his appearance was more Asian, except that he had a high nose bridge and big eyes. If he could speak fluent Chinese, Lu Ze might mistake him for someone from Xinjiang.

At first, Lu Ze didn't recognize him. But as he looked at him, his face seemed more and more familiar, as if he had seen him somewhere before. It wasn't until he said his name that Lu Ze, with his good memory, instantly remembered who he was.

British director of Chinese descent, nicknamed Mickey Mouse, is best known for his works "Silent Silence" and "Rainy Night". He won the Best New Director award at the Cannes Film Festival three years ago, and this year "Rainy Night" was nominated for Best Film. He is a hot topic not only in the UK, but also throughout Europe. Although "Silent Silence" was not released in China, it achieved an astonishing 8.7 rating on Douban, making him a genius who reached his peak right from the start.

Lu Ze was really surprised to meet him at the Louvre, and he didn't expect him to strike up a conversation with him first. Otherwise, the two of them might not have had any interaction until Lu Ze left.

"Hello Mickey, nice to meet you. I'm Lu Ze. 'Silent Silence' was a great film."

"Of course I know you are Lu Ze. I have read 'To Live' many times. We are competitors this year. Your English is good. It would be even better if it weren't for your American accent."

"No, your opponent is Zhuang Yu, it has little to do with me."

"Yes, that's true. Would you like to take a look around together? I've been to the Louvre many times and can be your free guide."

"I'd love to have you as my tour guide, but unfortunately, I'm short on time and have to leave soon. How about we meet in Cannes?"

"It's a real shame. I wanted to talk to you more. Okay, okay, you can go now. See you in Cannes tomorrow, bye."

Lu Ze wasn't distancing himself from Zhang Weiyu because of any competition between them; it was just that time was really tight. The sun was almost setting, and he still had Notre Dame Cathedral to visit. He didn't want to travel in a city full of refugees at night, even in a wealthy area, as there was always the possibility of being robbed.

After saying goodbye to Zhang Weiyu, Lu Ze turned and walked towards the exit. At that moment, Mickey Mouse watched Lu Ze's departing figure and smiled.

"Lu Ze is really an interesting person."

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(End of this chapter)