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Chapter 555 Return

"Sir, this flight is about to land. Please fasten your seat belt and don't use your headphones for the time being. Can you leave the blanket to me? I wish you a pleasant journey."

The blond and blue-eyed flight attendant squatted aside and gently touched Lu Ze's arm to wake him up. After a brief exchange, Lu Ze looked at the flight attendant's back and rubbed his eyes, trying to get rid of the still stubborn sleepiness.

Ten minutes later, after going through a series of processes such as ferrying and picking up luggage, we walked out of John Lennon Airport. The gray and gloomy sky gave people the illusion that it was morning and dusk. Soon after, the breeze began to pick up, and a burst of rain arrived.

The earthy smell that can be smelled rushes into the nostrils.

Wang Zixuan came to pick him up, but after passing through the city center, she got off the car first and returned to the agency to handle Lu Ze's recent business cooperation. Lu Ze returned alone to his base camp.

Passing through the relatively prosperous city center and the dilapidated housing areas on the outskirts of the city, the traffic on the narrow opposite single lane finally became sparse, and in the end only sporadic vehicles would intersect with Lu Ze.

The rain was dripping, but behind the car, it was slowly chasing the car. This long chase finally ended with Wu Yun's defeat, and Lu Ze took the lead to reach the finish line.

"Mr. Lu, long time no see. How was your vacation?"

The old man in the mailroom still maintains the appearance of an old British gentleman. Even though the fabrics of the shirt and vest are not high-end, and the stitching and buttons are far from exquisite, wearing them on this old man with a white beard always gives people a sense of experience.

With an elegant style that has accumulated over the years, when Lu Ze saw Lu Ze, he quickly walked out of the room and shook hands.

"Not bad, how are you?"

After Lu Ze asked back, Gil looked a little weird. He pursed his lips, took a deep breath, then shrugged and performed a set of classic white people's silky combos.

"Tsk~ To be honest...it's hard to evaluate, mainly for Mickey, you know what I'm talking about."

Even in the UK, you can't say bad things about your boss at will in the company, let alone when facing Lu Ze, the company's second boss. However, no matter how subtle the words are, Lu Ze still can't.

Can you not get it? He nodded with a smile and replied: "I understand. It seems that he has caused you a lot of trouble recently. Where are they?"

"museum."

"Then I'll go over first and talk about Jill later."

After waving goodbye, he walked along the corridor to the back door. The museum that Jill mentioned was the small building where the company placed its photographic equipment. If all the equipment inside was displayed, it would not be difficult to set up a film museum. Open the door, and the central air-conditioning system

At the same time as the warm air came, the sound of shouting and screaming in the house also reached Lu Ze's ears.

The sound came from the third floor. There were many flight boxes placed in the corridor. There were several people sitting on them, all from the props team. They were chatting in twos and threes. When they saw Lu Ze coming, they quickly stood up and said hello.

After responding, Lu Ze turned his eyes to the room. The scenery was being set inside, a slightly shabby living room, a brown leather sofa with cracked leather, a little dust on the cheap carpet that had turned yellow, and a few cups on the tea table.

The coffee is still steaming, but this is probably not a prop. The LCD TV, which is at least a few years old, is playing a copied talk show, but there is no sound.

There are a lot of clutter in the room, but it is surprisingly organized and does not appear messy. At this moment, the props team is still sorting and laying out, continuing to expand the life atmosphere of the room, while Mickey and Kesha are standing by the sofa, looking towards

The standing desk lamp beside me was whispering something.

"Where's Zhuang Yu?"

Seeing that the two of them didn't notice him, Lu Ze spoke on his own. Kesha looked at Lu Ze, laughed, and patted Mickey next to him.

"Dave, the zombies are coming."

Mickey was happy when he heard this, but did not say anything. He took out the cigarette case from his pocket and threw it to Lu Ze, and replied: "I was reading my resume in the office, how do you feel about going home?"

"I feel so good hearing my parents scold you. I really want to record a video for you."

"It's normal to devote yourself to art. You should enlighten them. Otherwise, if you offend me, you will suffer more in the future than you do now."

Mickey turned his back again, bent his head to look up, and his hands were also busy in the lampshade of the desk lamp. Lu Ze even kicked him on the butt, and he was not annoyed. He didn't even turn his head and patted his butt, and was busy with his business again.

"How come the casting matter was left to Zhuang Yu? What? You feel like you have poor vision and are ready to delegate power?"

Lu Ze sat on the sofa and dug out some sponge scum with his fingers from the cracked gap in the sofa. After shaking his hands and shaking them, he looked at Mickey and found that he had a narrow circle of transparent tape on his wrist. Mickey was pulling out a strip and using it.

The teeth were bitten off and stuck inside the desk lamp.

"It's impossible to delegate power, but he wants to cast the part, so I can rest assured if I leave it to him. I'll just choose you as the actor. For the others, I believe in Zhuang Yu's vision. Kesha, power on."

Kesha plugged in the power and turned on the desk lamp. The light was very dim. It was so dim that it was difficult to find the light source projected by the desk lamp on the sofa on a cloudy day. Lu Ze sat on the other side of the sofa and took a closer look before he discovered the light source.

The projection distance was unexpectedly short, and it could only illuminate less than half the size of the sofa. He reached out and found that the skin color and brightness of his arms basically did not change under the light. This made Lu Ze interested. He leaned his head and looked inside the desk lamp, and found that there was no change in the light.

It is glued with something similar to a gauze, but it is much denser than the holes of the gauze, and the light does not appear in a grid shape.

"I'm just talking about something that can be purchased for just a few dollars. I have to be tough. Is this light different from the specially made one? Why does he want me to pay seven hundred? Do you really think I'm being taken advantage of?"

Mickey stretched out his hand and swiped under the lamp twice, spread his palms, and looked at Kesha with an unkind expression.

"You want to say that I was taken advantage of, right?"

"Pretty much, it would be more accurate to put it in a harsher tone."

Throwing the tape on the table, Mickey picked up the coffee and sat next to Lu Ze. Only then did he have the time to look Lu Ze up and down, his eyes scrutinizing, but the corner of his mouth was teasing.

"Minister Lu has been promoted and is going home for the holidays. Didn't you think of bringing some gifts? You can just wrap a red envelope for me. It seems that there is still an irresolvable gap between us."

"Kowtow to me and I will give you a bag."

"Hehe, hehe... run the wire around the back of the cabinet, don't go underneath it! Don't drive nails up! See if the tape can stick."

After being reminded of the placement of the props, Mickey drank the remaining coffee in one gulp, then picked up the cigarette that Lu Ze had not lit just now from the table, took a puff, flicked the ash in the paper cup, his eyes suddenly looked a little melancholy, and he spoke.

road.

"This mission is very urgent. We only have five months. When the filming is finished... you can take a long vacation."

Lu Ze couldn't help frowning when he heard this. The time was too short, five months for one movie, and the cast was not confirmed, and the rental venue was not coordinated. It was inevitable that all kinds of messy things would happen during the filming process, and short-term suspensions for negotiation were also common.

Son, the most important thing is that it takes a while for actors to get used to each other. It is really difficult to finish a movie in five months, but since Mickey has set five months, he must have his own difficulties. Lu Ze does.

There was no immediate rejection of Mitch's decision.

"Is there any pressure over there?"

"Well, in five months, I'm going to Hollywood."

"Oh, I'm going to be a director in the Hollywood industry. That's a good thing."

Mickey took a puff of cigarette and listened to Lu Ze's joke. In fact, it would be inappropriate to call it a joke at all. After all, when he was young, he really aimed at a famous Hollywood director. Until now, he has not given up his ambition, but he didn't expect it.

After fulfilling his wish for many years in this way, he turned his head, looked at Lu Ze, and suddenly smiled.

"With the current progress, I don't have the confidence to complete a work that I am satisfied with in five months. You have confidence in me, but there is really a good thing I want to tell you."

"What?"

"I want to shoot for the Oscars with "Nothing to Listen to"."

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