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Chapter 2669 The Difference Between Our Own People and Our Own People (First Update, Please Subscribe)
"Almost everyone who comes here doesn't want to leave in the end."

Under the dazzling neon lights, watching the bustling crowds, Cheng Gangsheng was no stranger to this kind of neon and prosperity. After all, although Hong Kong Island could not compare to this place, it also had a similar prosperity.

Although the two places are vastly different in terms of prosperity, he at least persevered, unlike some people who, upon seeing the neon lights and the bustling nighttime scene, immediately give up.

They were shouting and yelling like country bumpkins who'd never seen the world before. Of course, those country bumpkins are like that; they always make a fuss over nothing.

He's a worldly man.

However, despite the fact that this place is very prosperous and everyone wants to stay here, not everyone has the opportunity to stay.

Even though Cheng Gangsheng has been here for more than two years, he is still just a guest.

Once his work visa expires and no company is willing to renew it, he will have to leave.

Theoretically speaking, there is no room for illegal workers to survive in SEA.

As for Kuching, it's even less likely that actors would be working illegally.

After all, the ultimate goal of becoming an actor is to make a name for oneself and become a star. Naturally, one cannot remain anonymous.
He went into hiding and worked illegally.

“I dare say that not only I think this way, but everyone in the world thinks this way.”

As he spoke, he turned to look at his senior brother beside him and said:

"Don't you think so, senior brother?"

The senior apprentice was drinking when he heard Cheng Gangsheng say this, and he grinned:
"Nonsense, let me tell you, Hong Kong students, the best place in the world is SEA. This is the best place in the world."

Zhu Yuanlong took a sip of beer, then pointed around and said:

"Look, the people here look exactly like us. They speak the same language. We won't face any discrimination here."

Then, turning his head, he said, "Do you know what discrimination is?"

"I just look down on you."

Cheng Gangsheng said.

“City people usually look down on country people. Compared to this place, Hong Kong Island is as backward as the countryside, so we are all country people.”

"Yes, that's right, it means I look down on you, I look down on country bumpkins. But..."

Zhu Yuanlong paused briefly, then continued:

"But the people here are different. In their eyes, everyone is the same. Well, that is, if we are like them."

This statement sounds somewhat contradictory.

"To be like them?"

Although he had been here for a long time, Cheng Gangsheng still didn't understand what it meant to be like them, even though he had been imitating the people here.

Imitate their tone of voice, their clothes, and their lifestyle.

However, even locals can tell at a glance that he is from out of town.

Do you know?

Zhu Yuanlong glanced at his junior brother beside him and then said:
"Many of their habits are different from ours, you see..."

Zhu Yuanlong pointed to the next table, where two people had been sitting just moments before, eating seafood and drinking beer just like them.

“Look at their tables.”

"table?"

Cheng Gangsheng glanced at it with some doubt. Apart from the remaining plates on the table, there seemed to be nothing different.

"Isn't that the same?"

"Look again at what's in front of you..."

Cheng Gangsheng glanced at what was in front of him, and then... suddenly fell silent.

There were leftover seashells, lobster shells, and other seafood shells in front of him. He felt he had been very careful, since in Hong Kong, these things were just thrown on the ground.

Now he knows to vomit on the table, but it's just a mess, all over the place in front of him.

"This……"

Cheng Gangsheng was at a loss for words.

"When they eat, they carefully place the seafood shells on paper and put them in the trash can when they leave. Although this is a dai pai dong (open-air food stall), look at the ground, how is it any different from the dai pai dongs we ate at on Hong Kong Island?"

Cheng Gangsheng remained silent as he looked at the floor tiles.

Here you won't see the litter everywhere like in Hong Kong Island's dai pai dongs (open-air food stalls), nor will you see sewage.

It's so clean and tidy that it makes you wonder if this is a street food stall.
"It's cleaner here."

Hearing Cheng Gangsheng say this, Zhu Yuanlong laughed heartily and then said:

"It's not just about cleanliness, it's about their habits. Many of their habits are different from ours. When we go to a restaurant to eat, we leave a pile of garbage behind and think, 'I'm here to eat, so the waiters should clean it up.'"

But what about here?
They dispose of all food waste from the moment they sit down to eat; if there are bone plates, they put them in those; otherwise, they put them on paper. Before leaving, they clean everything up, sometimes even wiping the table again.

As he said this, Zhu Yuanlong took a puff of his cigarette, and then said:

"However, although this place is nice, I don't like them."

The sudden change left Cheng Gangsheng with a look of confusion on his face.

"I don't like their seemingly considerate attitude towards others. They live in their own world, always thinking that the world is all about 'I'm doing this for you, you're doing that for me,' and everyone is happy. Like..."

Zhu Yuanlong, with a cigarette dangling from his lips, thought for a moment and then said:

"Since no one steals here, they assume that no one steals, especially the younger ones who are a few years younger than us. They are obviously naive."

When Zhu Yuanlong spoke of naivety, he suddenly emphasized his words and then said indignantly.

"Why are they so naive? Do they really think the whole world is so wonderful?"

They were just lucky to be born in the right place. If they were living on Hong Kong Island, given their circumstances, they'd starve to death sooner or later.

Zhu Yuanlong said this precisely because he couldn't be like those people. Even though he kept imitating them, there were some things he just couldn't do.

"If the world were really that wonderful, why would they be fighting here today and there tomorrow, as if there are endless wars all over the world?"

Upon hearing what his senior brother said, Cheng Gangsheng quickly replied.

"Senior brother, you've had too much to drink."

Zhu Yuanlong snorted, then took another sip of beer and said.

"I know there are some things I shouldn't have said."

Then he took another deep drag on his cigarette and said, “It seems like we’re not being discriminated against; it seems like everything is fair.”

But I've been here for so many years, and all I've ever done is work as a stuntman, a stuntman, or an extra. That's all I can ever do.

Hong Kong student, did you know that?
They seem to treat everyone the same on the surface, and are even eager to help us, but... deep down they are different from us.

Zhu Yuanlong took another sip of wine and then said:
"Given the same opportunity, between us and them, they would choose their own people first. What do they mean by 'their own people'?"
First, there are the SEA people, then the Nanyang people, and then everyone else—we're the "everyone else."

Seeing that his senior brother was already a little drunk, Cheng Gangsheng didn't say anything. He knew why his senior brother would say that. It was because, just this afternoon, when casting for roles on set, a role that was originally very suitable for his senior brother was "snatched" away by someone else.

That role was the lead character that my senior had been looking forward to for many years.

Although it wasn't a big production, it was still the main character.

That's why my senior brother said that; after all, anyone would be unhappy in this situation.

"They said earlier that the people here wouldn't discriminate against outsiders... haha,"

Zhu Yuanlong chuckled, then said nothing and continued drinking.

"Yes, they won't discriminate against you, they won't look down on you like they would look down on people from the countryside."

But what about it?

"Whenever there's an opportunity, they always give it to their own people first. That's SEA for you, you know? They treat us like family, but what about the other side? They only give opportunities to their own people."

Such a contradictory statement is quite confusing.

But this is precisely his deepest feeling after all these years here.

"Our own people" and "our own people" are two different concepts. Only someone like him, who has lived here for many years, can truly understand the difference.

Then Zhu Yuanlong looked at his junior brother and reminded him:
"So, we might spend our whole lives playing minor roles here. We'll never be the main characters."

Will you spend your whole life playing minor roles here?
That evening, after leaving the food stall, Cheng Gangsheng kept thinking about his senior's words.

He has been here for a long time and has acted in many movies, but as his senior said, although he has gotten some roles and has been able to appear in some movies.

However, it will be very difficult for him to become the protagonist. And it's not just because he's from Hong Kong Island, not SEA.

Another reason is practical issues.

At sEA, kung fu stars aren't that popular, and kung fu movies are just a very niche genre.

When he thought of kung fu films, he naturally thought of the pioneers of the genre.

"Bruce Lee..."

As he murmured the name, Cheng Gangsheng recalled the amazement he felt when he first saw a Bruce Lee movie.

Bruce Lee pioneered the genre of kung fu movies, and also paved a new path for stuntmen such as Chu Yuen-lung and Cheng Kong-sang.

They all tried to gain a place in kung fu movies.

But compared to the brilliance of kung fu movies, what is even more amazing?
Of course, it refers to all sorts of "blockbusters" from SEA. These blockbusters are not limited to science fiction films, but also include various other types of films. There are also many mass-produced films like those from film factories, and to some extent, those mass-produced films are the mainstream.

"Action movies..."

Cheng Gangsheng's mind drifted to the action movies he had watched.

To some extent, action movies are an extension of kung fu movies; they are not just about kung fu, but also include gunfights, crime, and so on.

Compared to kung fu films, action films are actually more popular in the market. Even Bruce Lee, the pioneer of kung fu films, is now an action film star.

"Action movie, action movie."

Thinking of Bruce Lee and his status in action films, Cheng Gangsheng immediately had his answer.

In Kuching, Bruce Lee wasn't the only action movie star; there were other action movie stars as well.

They not only possess kung fu skills, but also have the height, good looks, and great physique.

Those handsome and masculine movie stars are the market's favorites.

And what about yourself?
Thinking of this, Cheng Gangsheng dragged his somewhat unsteady steps out of the bedroom, and could hear his senior brother snoring even through the door.

He stood in front of the mirror, looking at himself.

Looking at himself, Cheng Gangsheng suddenly deflated.

"Looking like you... wanting to be a star is a joke."

Yeah, with your looks, you'll never become a star. Just give up on that idea.

She still wants to be a movie star.

Dream on!
He had no face, no height, and... Just as he was muttering to himself, Cheng Gangsheng heard snoring coming from his senior brother's room.

The snoring was very loud.

Thinking about the senior brother's age, and the fact that he has been here for so many years but has not been able to make a name for himself.

Cheng Gangsheng muttered to himself:
"Looking like you, you want to become a big star, an action movie star? It's a joke. You wouldn't even get any audience if you went to make a comedy..."

Suddenly, Cheng Gangsheng's words came to an abrupt halt. He seemed to have thought of something and muttered to himself.

"Aren't action movies just about incorporating kung fu into crime and gunfight movies? What if I incorporated kung fu into a comedy?"

Yes, it's an action comedy, that's right, an action comedy!

When this thought flashed through his mind, Cheng Gangsheng became excited. In an instant, he saw hope, even though he had been considering giving up.

After all, no one has yet successfully combined kung fu and comedy into one.

"Since you can't compare to Bruce Lee in terms of kung fu, and you can't compare to other celebrities in terms of looks, I also have kung fu skills, and my appearance is... well, it's easy for people to laugh at me!"

Although he's not handsome, he could still be a comedian.

Looking at himself in the mirror, Cheng Gangsheng muttered to himself.

"Okay, it's decided then. Action comedy, yes, that's right, action..."

As he was talking to himself, Cheng Gangsheng quickly glanced outside, fearing that his thoughts had been discovered.

Although he was staying at his senior brother's house, well... everyone looks out for themselves.

This idea absolutely must not be revealed to the senior brother. If he were to steal it, would I still have any connections left?
After a moment of excitement, Cheng Gangsheng left the bathroom and lay down on his bed in the bedroom, pondering how to combine action and comedy.

"The action must be humorous and funny. Ideally, there should be a script, a script that combines action and comedy."

We should first have an idea; let me organize it first.

(End of this chapter)