In America, the Best Actor award starts with stereotypes.

Jackie Chan!

Almost every Chinese person recognizes this face.

He is the most famous Chinese icon of this era, and "Rumble in the Bronx" shocked the world upon its release.

Even Hollywood, which usually looks down on Asians, highly recognizes him. At the 95 MTV Lifetime Achievement Awards, the maverick director Quentin Tarantino even praised Jackie Chan as the greatest action actor of all time.

It's important to remember that this was Schwarzenegger's heyday, and the fact that Jackie Chan could surpass him in the eyes of some people, even after he had just finished filming two Terminator movies, speaks volumes about Jackie Chan's international standing.

Why is he here?

Are they here to film "Rush Hour"?

But isn't Rush Hour a movie from 98?

Chen Zhuo was born in 97 in his previous life, and he had only seen most of the movies from that era, without knowing any of the specific details.

Although "Rush Hour" was not released until September 1998, the project had already been initiated in mid-1997, and by the end of the year, it was time to officially cast and film.

Jackie Chan's trip to Los Angeles was at the director's invitation to discuss subsequent casting and filming matters.

"Hello, Brother Cheng Long, my name is Chen Zhuo, I am Chinese, and I practiced kung fu for a few years when I was a child."

Chen Zhuo smiled politely and responded in Chinese.

"So you're from my hometown."

Cheng Long wasn't surprised that Chen Zhuo recognized him. He gave the driver a few instructions, took off his sunglasses, and got out of the car.

"What happened? Do you need my help?"

Chen Zhuo, mentioning the homeless man he had subdued, smiled and saluted Cheng Long, "Reporting to Cheng sir, that art studio was just robbed by several homeless men. What do you think we should do?"

Cheng Long was taken aback, then burst into laughter.

He has the personality of a gangster boss, and he usually likes to make jokes.

Chen Zhuo's jokes about the police roles he often plays are exactly what he likes. Coupled with the influence of Chen Zhuo's online profiles, even though they've only just met, he already feels like he's one of his own brothers.

"Then let's take on a case and see how efficient our colleagues in Los Angeles are at handling cases."

[Stereotype +30]

The next second, Chen Zhuo, who had successfully made a joke, immediately sensed something.

In my mind, a shimmering white light appeared, and a new white entry instantly materialized.

[Humorous (speaking): People who are good at talking tend to have good luck; they are more likely to increase the other person's favorability when they speak.]

Within a minute, the kung fu entry was upgraded, and the conversation entry was solidified.

He truly deserves to be called an international superstar; I wish I could watch his videos every day.

pity……

Chen Zhuo glanced at the street out of the corner of his eye and waved his hand repeatedly.

"Brother Cheng Long, I was just kidding. Look, people on the street have recognized you. If you don't get in the car soon, you'll be stuck here."

Cheng Long looked up and, sure enough, saw several passersby whispering to him in the distance, their expressions showing surprise.

He nodded, feeling that Chen Zhuo was becoming more and more pleasing to the eye.

If he hadn't had a dinner appointment with the producer today and couldn't afford to be stuck in traffic, he definitely would have helped this guy settle things.

[Stereotype +10]

Chen Zhuo's eyes lit up.

Which keyword did I come across this time?

Do you think I'm reliable?

"Chen Zhuo, right? This is my business card with my phone number on it. I've heard that the police here aren't very friendly towards Asians. If you run into trouble, just give me a call."

Jackie Chan handed over a business card and quickly got into the car before the fans could gather around.

After getting into the car, he turned around, made a phone call gesture to Chen Zhuo without any airs, and waved with a smile.

The car started, and Cheng Long quickly disappeared from the roadside.

Only the business card in Chen Zhuo's hand proved that the pride of the Chinese people had indeed just visited.

"We'll meet again soon."

Chen Zhuo put the business card in his pocket, a slight smile playing on his lips.

He spent the past month practicing kung fu on the street every day, trying to catch up with the peak moment!

……

"Behave yourself!"

Chen Zhuo pushed the struggling homeless man back into the art studio, while the guy lying on the ground had already been subdued by the male students.

Two patrol officers arrived within two minutes.

Because the witnesses and physical evidence were complete, they only looked at Chen Zhuo with suspicion and did not make things difficult for him.

As they left, they were still muttering to themselves.

"This skinny guy can easily take down two homeless men, does he know Chinese kung fu?"

"You don't know, do you? All Chinese people know Chinese Kung Fu."

[Standardization +2] *2

Chen Zhuo offered no explanation for this; he was more than happy to spread the story around the police station as an amusing anecdote, hoping it would boost his popularity.

"Chen, thank you so much for today."

Seeing the homeless man being taken away by the patrol officers, Monica took a Benjamin Franklin note out of her wallet.

"Consider the extra amount in your wages as my personal thank you."

Chen Zhuo's eyes lit up; he hadn't expected such an unexpected gain.

He was only paid $60 a day as a model, but this extra $40 is equivalent to half a day's work.

Chen Zhuo took the money, thanked her, and quickly left the studio under Angela Las's watchful gaze.

Angela was so angry that she trembled several times.

Chen Zhuo didn't want to get involved with Angela.

He needs to make money and improve his keyword ranking; he doesn't have time to waste on a woman who can only add 1 point to his ranking.

Unless she's a rich woman, she has to be a beautiful rich woman!

……

At 10 p.m., Chen Zhuo, who had just finished work, wiped the lipstick mark off his cheek and sighed helplessly.

Previously, with only two attributes—"handsome" and "waiter: long-term service work makes you appear more approachable, making it easier for customers to lower their guard and accept your service"—he simply received preferential treatment and larger tips.

But with the combined effects of the three keywords [handsome (green)], [witty (white)], and [waiter (white)], he finally understood what it meant to be a big catch.

That night, he practically became the restaurant's PR king. A wealthy woman even asked him if he wanted to work at her house, which was quite large...

As for the lip print on his face, it came from the female manager who took advantage of him during the cheek kiss.

Thankfully, the female manager was a pretty blonde woman; if it had been that overweight rich woman...

Chen Zhuo shuddered. No, he couldn't keep doing this job!

"I wonder when the auditions for Peak Hour will start..."

Los Angeles remains vibrant and bustling, but the new Chinese neighborhoods have quieted down.

Chen Zhuo walked into his second uncle's auto repair shop, and as the jazz song "Always Look on the Bright Side of Life" played softly, the motion-activated lights came on.

His dwelling was just ahead—a cold, damp, and cramped basement.

But he showed no signs of inferiority or cowardice.

Her steps were light, and a smile played on her lips.

"These hard times are about to end."

……

At nine o'clock in the morning, in Chinatown, there was a deserted old-fashioned Chinese building.

The peeling paint on the "John Brokerage" sign hung on the second floor.

This is a small personal agency. In a sense, such agencies are more like talent scouts, whose main business is to discover unknown young artists. Once the artists become famous, they are sent to large agencies like CAA and WMA to earn a signing fee.

When Chen Zhuo pushed open the door, his agent, John Connor, was sitting by the window, smoking with his eyes closed and looking quite content.

"Go ahead and smoke, smoke a lot, thirty a day, Old Kang, you'll become Constantine sooner or later."

Chen Zhuo fanned himself away from the heavy smell of smoke and pulled up a chair to sit down.

"Isn't this great? Besides, DC doesn't know anything about smoking. Thirty cigarettes a day is nothing."

John Connor took another satisfying puff, showing no sign of stopping.

"Young Chen, your chance has come."

After saying that, he got up and took out a piece of paper.

"A B+ rated commercial film! An action-comedy, specifically designed with a large number of Asian faces!"

"What?"

Chen Zhuo took the paper and pretended to be surprised.

As expected, it was Rush Hour.

The playable characters include not only extras like passersby, waiters, and thugs, but also the second villain "Sang," who is portrayed as a "cold-blooded killer" and is an important supporting character with fight scenes and lines against the protagonist!

"Young Chen, I know you want to stand up for yourself."

John Connor flicked his cigarette ash and said meaningfully, "But talented Asian actors will all be eyeing this role. You're still young, I suggest you prepare for other roles more often, and don't have too high expectations..."

"If you're not spirited, are you even a young person?"

Chen Zhuo countered with a question.