In America, the Best Actor award starts with stereotypes.

Chen Zhuo maintained the protective posture for two seconds, then slowly stood up, gave a slight bow, and sat back down.

Just like in the beginning.

"If I hadn't seen your resume, I would have thought you were a soldier, a soldier who had actually protected ordinary people on the chaotic battlefield. No one would refuse such a reliable 'tank'."

[Stereotype +40]

Finn ticked off Chen Zhuo's resume and set it aside.

This means that the roles have been decided.

"This shoot is different from other shoots. There will be special action training. Although there are no action scenes for the tank in the script, you can still go and check it out and get to know the other members of the crew."

"Alright, go back and wait for further notice regarding the specific time."

"Thank you for your recognition, ma'am."

Chen Zhuo bowed slightly and left the audition office.

Inside the waiting area, the other actors were still waiting anxiously.

However, all they received was a polite explanation from the staff.

"Ladies and gentlemen, the audition is over."

Chen Zhuo walked steadily through the waiting area and out of the office building.

A gust of wind blew by, and a flyer promoting "Titanic" fell into his hands.

He took a deep look at it, folded the flyer neatly, and put it in his pocket.

……

December 15, Westin Bonaventure Hotel.

The wrap party for "Rush Hour".

Under the warm light, the champagne tower shone brightly, reflecting the smiling faces of countless crew members.

Since Jackie Chan took over the production team, the filming progress has been like a rocket, moving forward at breakneck speed.

Of course, according to Jackie Chan, this filming was already considered slow.

If it weren't for the strict overtime regulations imposed by the Hollywood unions, this movie would have finished filming two weeks ago.

The way they were willing to work non-stop, day and night, on set, left Chen Zhuo speechless.

The older generation of "scroll kings" are terrifyingly powerful!

Chen Zhuo, holding a plate, deliberately found a crowded place and elegantly cut his rare steak.

That perfect balance of relaxation and elegance, that natural grace, even drew a soft sigh of praise from Tom Wilkinson, a future national treasure of England.

Life is like a play, it depends on acting.

Chen Zhuo raised his eyelids, but what he saw was not a crowd of people, but a large number of stereotypes.

In the time it takes to eat a meal, he has already achieved another breakthrough, gaining two new entries.

[Elegance (Green): A person of refined manners and graceful demeanor. If they choose to, everything they do will exude a special aura, making them more appealing to those who value etiquette.]

[Expert Foodie (White): You have a deep understanding of food, your ability to appreciate fine cuisine has been enhanced, and the happiness you derive from food has slightly increased.]

We're only six entries away from our goal of twenty.

He couldn't help but have a strange thought: if he suddenly ripped off his clothes right now, would he instantly get the "pervert" tag?

Thinking of this, he shook his head and chuckled to himself.

Forget it, trying to get every kind of entry will only hurt you.

"Zhuozai, you're really easy to find. I can find you wherever there are lots of people."

A voice reeking of alcohol rang out beside him.

"It's a celebration, so it's good to have a lively atmosphere."

Chen Zhuo put down his knife and fork, touched the corner of his mouth with a napkin, and bowed slightly, "Brother Cheng Long."

Seeing that Jackie Chan was accompanied by a mixed-race beauty, he politely asked, "And who is this?"

"This beautiful lady is Ms. Ye Fanghua. I worked with her before when we filmed 'Rumble in the Bronx.' She is an outstanding actress in our Chinese community."

Cheng Long's face was flushed, clearly he had drunk quite a bit. He stood casually between the two and began to introduce them with practiced ease.

"This handsome guy is Chen Zhuo. I only met him a few months ago, but his acting skills are amazing. He's already received offers for A-list movies, which is even better than me, his older brother!"

"You're all young people, and you're all making your way in Hollywood. Get to know each other better and help each other out."

It was her.

Chen Zhuo exchanged a few polite pleasantries and contact information with Chen.

As an actress who started her career working with Jackie Chan and Jet Li, Ye Fanghua was quite famous.

Unfortunately, she didn't speak the language, and Hong Kong cinema was already in decline, so she ultimately chose to return to Hollywood.

Although he didn't become a huge star after that, he remained active in the film industry and can be considered a pretty good actor.

When he directs a movie, he could invite her to play some roles.

After introducing the two, Cheng Long gently tugged at Chen Zhuo's sleeve and walked alone towards a secluded corner.

Chen Zhuo understood and followed.

"What a pity. I was thinking of recommending you to the 'Lethal Weapon 4' cast, but I didn't expect you to be so capable and have already found a new role. But..."

Cheng Long took a sip of water and patted Chen Zhuo on the shoulder triumphantly.

"You're lucky, kid. I happen to have an old friend on the set of The Matrix."

"Do you know Mr. Yuan? He's in Los Angeles right now, working as the action director on 'The Matrix.' I've already recommended you to him. You're pretty good at kung fu. Even if you don't get any more scenes, you can work part-time as an action assistant for him and earn extra money."

"Thank you, brother."

Chen Zhuo felt a warmth in his heart and stood up to give Cheng Long a solemn bow.

"Alright, alright, why are you being so formal?"

Cheng Long waved his hand, as if he had done something insignificant.

"If we Chinese want to gain a foothold overseas, we have to unite. When you become successful, don't forget to help out your own people."

This is Jackie Chan's philosophy of life.

He came from a humble background in the martial arts world and knew how difficult it was to make a living.

So after he reached a high position, he thought of doing his best to help the younger generation.

Because I've been caught in the rain, I want to hold an umbrella for others; that's the idea.

"That's how it should be."

Chen Zhuo nodded, his expression solemn.

"Um."

Cheng Long nodded, seemingly very satisfied with Chen Zhuo's reaction.

A moment later, he patted Chen Zhuo on the shoulder and left. As the lead actor, he still had many people to entertain tonight.

……

The banquet is about to end.

Chen Zhuo politely declined Director Brett's ambiguous invitation and left the wrap party.

Outside the hotel, a cold rain was falling.

He hailed a taxi.

"Let's go to Monterey Park."

Chen Zhuo sat in the car, watching the neon lights blend into the raindrops, turning into colorful spots on the car window.

The year 98 is almost here, and the internet bubble will officially enter its acceleration phase.

Twenty minutes later.

Qiao Laoda Auto Repair Shop.

Chen Zhuo quietly opened the door, picked up today's financial newspaper, and went into his room.

This is the guest room his second uncle arranged for him. Compared to the basement full of clutter, this room has windows and bookshelves. Considering his work as an actor, his second uncle even specially bought him a home video recorder.

Chen Zhuo opened the financial newspaper, opened the entry for "Bookworm (Green)," and began to read it carefully.

His salary is already in his pocket.

Now that we've come to this era, there's no reason not to join this nationwide carnival.