Lu Wenzhou was deeply absorbed in training his brother when he heard a soft laugh behind him. He turned around and saw the smiling little girl and the nervous old housekeeper.
The housekeeper was sweating and thought to himself, "Little ancestor, please stop laughing, or the Second Master will be angry."
Lu Wenzhou waved away the butler, crossed his long legs, threw the gold-rimmed glasses in his hand on the small round table, and looked at Wen Qiao with a narrow gaze: "What are you laughing at?"
Wen Qiao approached with his hands behind his back, a calm smile on his face: "I just found out that Mr. Lu and our Mr. Fu were college classmates."
Lu Wenzhou's temples were throbbing. It was common knowledge that he and Fu Nanli had not gotten along well since college.
Mr. Lu was leaning on the back of the sofa with his hands on the side. He had delicate features and a cold temperament. His deep eyes were emotionless and it was impossible to tell what he was thinking.
"I heard that Mr. Lu and my Master Fu were equally famous in school, and each had half the fans. I heard that there is no difference between the two of you. If you ask me, I don't think you can compare to our Master Fu."
Master Lu raised his chin slightly, his eyes somewhat sinister. Lu Xu behind him gradually became interested. Wen Xiaoqiao was the first one who dared to mess with his second brother.
You have courage, girl!
Seeing that Lu Wenzhou didn't say anything, Wen Qiao continued, "I'm not biased towards my own people. I'm being realistic. When Master Fu heard that the male protagonist was a low-level criminal, he told me that art should not have limitations, and that the protagonist should not be great and glorious. The lower the people are, the more they can see the reality of society. With this level of insight and this level of ideological awareness, it is much higher than you, Second Master Lu, whose thoughts are corrupt and stagnant."
Master Fu: …
Did I say this
The veins on the back of Mr. Lu's hands were slightly protruding, and although he had a smile on his face, that smile was chilling to the bone in Lu Xu's eyes.
Wen Xiaoqiao is really brave!
"Who said that my thoughts are corrupt?" During the 19 years of his life, Mr. Lu was the most popular second young master in the Beijing circle. It was not until he entered MIT that he met the eldest young master Fu, who was as good as Mr. Lu in appearance and academic performance.
The two regard each other as their number one enemy.
No matter how powerful the enemy is, you cannot provoke him. You also want to determine who is superior and who is inferior to your enemy.
Wen Qiao shrugged, "Have you seen The Shawshank Redemption? Have you seen Catch Me If You Can? The male protagonist in the former is wrongly imprisoned and is a prisoner, while the latter is a complete financial fraudster. But this does not affect them from becoming excellent films, nor does it affect their nomination for an international A-level film festival. Second Master Lu is too narrow-minded. My Master Fu has never had such prejudices."
Mr. Fu: …
Actually, forget it.
Master Lu: "I don't have such prejudice either."
Wen Qiao spread his hands: "Really?"
"nature."
Wen Qiao smiled and said, "Our film is not vulgar. The protagonist was born in a slum, did not receive a good education, and had a bad family background, which led him to wander on the edge of crime. It shows the struggle and hesitation deep in human nature. It is very profound. In the end, he was imprisoned and reflected deeply. If Second Master Lu still does not agree to let Lu Xu play the role, my Master Fu is outside the house. You can ask him to tell you about some good works on crime themes. He is quite knowledgeable in this area."
Mr. Fu: … ?
Wen Qiao, come here, I won’t hit you.
I am also earnestly asking for monthly tickets today~
(End of this chapter)