Global Film Emperor

Chapter 77 Untitled
Where did the water come from?

Lu Ze looked up and down at the railing for a long time. Everything was dry except for his hands, which were wet. And why did he suddenly feel so sleepy? This was completely inexplicable.

Lu Ze glanced at his phone while paying the fare. It was 5:12, which he remembered clearly, but now it was 5:22.

Subtracting the two minutes it took to walk, and the time he felt sleepy was around 5:14, he has absolutely no memory of those eight minutes.
He immediately realized the seriousness of the situation and ran back to the accident scene. The ambulance had already arrived, but he didn't go up to check. He just glanced at it from a distance and quickly left.

"Hello sir, welcome."

Lu Ze's mind was in a mess. He ignored the waiter in a cheongsam at the door who greeted him and went into the restaurant with his head down.

"How many are in your party, sir?"

"Ok?"

"Sir, are you yourself?"

"No, wait a minute, let me make a phone call and ask."

Lu Ze forced himself to calm down, took out his phone and called Jiang Wenshu: "Hello? Which room are you in? I've arrived, okay, I understand."

Pushing open the door to the private room, Lu Ze saw Jiang Wenshu sitting inside playing on her phone. She was still dressed as sexy and beautiful as ever. After seeing Lu Ze, she put down her phone, rested her chin on her hand, and smiled.

"You're finally here! I'm starving! You can serve the food now, Ze-ge, hurry up and close the door. You don't know, the waiter kept asking me if the food could be served yet. I'm so embarrassed."

Lu Ze hung his hat on the clothes rack, pulled out a chair and sat down. His expression was still not good. He picked up the ashtray on the table and lit a cigarette for himself.

"What's wrong? Are you trying to scare me with that stern face?"

"No, I just got carsick and felt a bit nauseous. There was a traffic jam ahead, and the car kept stopping and starting, which almost made me throw up."

Jiang Wenshu chuckled, picked up the freshly squeezed orange juice next to her and poured a glass for Lu Ze: "You're an artist and you get carsick? What will you do when you're rushing to meet your next schedule? Have some juice."

After taking a sip of juice, Lu Ze put aside his worries and stopped thinking about them for the time being. The waiter started serving the dishes, and Lu Ze didn't stand on ceremony. He picked up his chopsticks, grabbed some food, and put it in his mouth. It tasted good, and Lu Ze thought it was delicious.

"Hey Ze, do you think my new bracelet looks good?"

A fair arm stretched out, a platinum necklace hanging from the wrist, which matched the white hand quite well. Lu Ze looked up at her face, and it seemed that she liked it very much too.

"It looks pretty good. But I'm telling you, you'd better be careful tomorrow. Be careful someone doesn't snatch it off when you shake hands with fans."

"I don't have any fans, so who am I supposed to shake hands with? Here, this is for you, a tie. I saw it while shopping today. Can you try it on? Let me see if it looks good. If not, I'll return it."

She kept a certain distance from Lu Ze, simply handing him the tie instead of reaching out herself, which relieved Lu Ze and made things much easier for him.

"Why would I buy it? I don't carry it around much. How much does it cost? I'll give it to you, but it probably isn't cheap."

"It's just a small amount of money, nothing to mention. Can't a friend give you a small gift? Or do you think it's inappropriate for me to give you a tie?"

"I didn't say that. Let's see if it works."

Lu Ze held the tie against his collar. She looked at it, nodded in satisfaction, and said, "It's alright. Put it away. Actually, I don't think you wanted to come today, but I really didn't know who else to invite. It's my birthday today. I've been filming and making money, so I was just thinking about celebrating my birthday."

Lu Zegang picked up his juice to take a sip, but when he heard her words, he paused for a moment, then pretended to be nonchalant and took another sip.

"Who gives gifts on their birthday? I didn't know it was your birthday, so I didn't prepare a gift for you. Happy birthday."

Jiang Wenshu seemed to have been looking forward to this "Happy Birthday" greeting, her bright smile unable to be contained, and she raised her juice to clink with Lu Ze's.

"It's okay, it's okay. Just consider it as me paying you to celebrate my birthday with me. I don't care about other people's birthday wishes because I know they look down on me. Thank you, Lu Ze, thank you for still respecting me and not feeling ashamed to be friends with me. I'm in a good mood today, so how about having a drink with me?"

"I'll keep you company, just drink less, otherwise your face will be puffy tomorrow. I don't mind, but it's not good for a female celebrity like you."

"Tch, I don't care. I'll drink when I'm happy. Live for today, who cares about tomorrow! Besides, even if my acting isn't superb, I won't be a burden, right? You still think I'm just a pretty face?"

The waiter brought over a case of beer. Lu Ze opened it, poured her a glass, and wished her a happy birthday. The two drank it down in one gulp. Yes, live for the moment, right? What does it matter what the outcome is for someone who doesn't even have friends? What does it matter what the outcome is for someone filled with anxiety?

"We existed."

Lu Ze sat up abruptly in bed and rushed into the bathroom like a madman, turning on the shower and pouring cold water over himself, but that wasn't enough.

He turned on the tap, and the sink was filled with cold water. He plunged in, submerging his entire head in the water for a full minute, as if he were trying to drown himself.

"Hahaha."

He gasped for breath, leaning against the wall, then slid to the ground, breathing deeply of fresh air. After a full ten minutes, he calmed down.

It was just a nightmare, nothing serious.

He got up from the ground, his hair disheveled and dripping with water. He regained his composure, dried his head with a towel, and went back to his room to put on the clothes he had prepared for the press conference.

After getting dressed, his gaze fell on the blue plaid tie on the table, which Jiang Wenshu had given him yesterday. He picked it up, put it on, looked at himself in the mirror, expressionless, and turned to leave.

Good morning, Brother Lu.

The hotel definitely provides breakfast. When Lu Ze entered the restaurant, he saw Wang Zixuan. Today she was wearing a white dress and looked even younger, like a junior high school student.

Looking at the breakfast laid out for him on the table, Lu Ze sat down, looked at Wang Zixuan, and said with a somewhat helpless tone, "Zixuan, you don't need to bring me food next time. I have hands and feet, you really don't need to be so considerate."

Wang Zixuan's expression remained serious as she turned to look at Lu Ze: "But I'm your assistant."

"Assistant doesn't have to get my meals for me. Listen to me, you don't need to next time. I'll do it myself. Also, carry the luggage. Give me the heavy ones. You don't want people to take pictures of me letting you carry my luggage, do you? People will say I'm being arrogant. Can a newbie like me handle that?"

"Oh, Brother Lu, didn't you comb your hair today?"

Lu Ze touched his head. His hair was already quite long. If he didn't comb it back, his bangs would reach his mouth. Now that it was down, it was indeed very messy.

"Okay, let's do the haircut when we get there, it's fine."

"Wait a minute, Brother Lu, lower your head a little."

Wang Zixuan stood up, holding a leather glove in her hand. With her chubby little hands, she clumsily tidied Lu Ze's hair and tied a small braid at the back of his head.

"Okay, thank you, Zixuan."

"I'm sorry, I'm the last one here."

Liu Bin brought breakfast to the table. Although the agreed time had not yet passed, it was indeed not good for the driver to arrive later than the artist.

"It's alright, Brother Liu, let's eat first."

Lu Ze was also hungry, so he took a sip of the preserved egg and lean pork congee. It was cooked just right, thickened with a little cornstarch, making it sticky and delicious.

"By the way, Daze, look at Weibo, do you think he looks like you? Like, he's wearing a hat, and you can only see half of his face."

Liu Bin, always looking for a good opportunity, took out his phone, found a news article, played the video, and placed it on the table.

Lu Ze calmly picked up his phone; it was the video of the accident from yesterday. Someone had filmed it. The person who rescued the victim was wearing a black hat, and his head was lowered the entire time, so his eyes were not visible above his head.

The video was seven and a half minutes long. After watching it to the end, Lu Ze returned the phone to Liu Bin and took a sip of porridge.

"It's quite similar."

Who says you have to admit it and then create a persona? I've never had that thought.

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