In America, the Best Actor award starts with stereotypes.

"Miss, don't be sad anymore, I've gotten your wallet back for you."

Chen Zhuo's voice was soft, polite, calm, and with just the right amount of relaxation.

This reassuring aura made Alicia, who was on the verge of emotional collapse, instinctively feel a desire to rely on him.

[Stereotype +10]

"Thanks."

Alicia took the wallet and gave Chen Zhuo a serious look.

Perhaps it was the effect of the entry, or perhaps it was that special experience just now.

In Alicia's eyes, Chen Zhuo had undoubtedly become a special individual.

She has worked with countless famous male actors, but none of them have been as captivating as Chen Zhuo at this moment.

Thinking of this, her pretty face flushed slightly.

For some reason, she found herself wanting to ask for the man's contact information.

"Sorry, there was a little mishap. Let's continue."

But Chen Zhuo had already returned to the bench and began explaining his Chen-style solution again.

He helped retrieve the wallet simply out of a good feeling, and had no intention of taking advantage of the situation.

Alicia bit her lip, but feelings of dejection and sadness ultimately prevailed.

She didn't ask for his contact information; she just listened attentively and watched Chen Zhuo intently.

The crowd dispersed after the lesson ended.

She then left the riverbank with the flow of people, muttering to herself.

"He's both passionate and calm, has a mysterious aura, and possesses the skills of an action actor. He's truly a special man."

Upon hearing this, Chen Zhuo, who had already walked away, suddenly brightened up.

[Stereotype +30]

A faint green light appeared in my mind, and after many days of accumulation, a brand new green term suddenly appeared.

Like the [Bookworm (Green)], it's green from the start!

[The Contrasting Abilities (Green): One identity, multiple interpretations. Your contrasting performances are more likely to resonate with audiences, enhancing the character's charm.]

He truly deserves to be called a trendsetting, talented actor.

Aside from Jackie Chan, she has created the most stereotypes.

Unfortunately, fate is fickle...

Chen Zhuo sighed softly. He was just a nobody who had to rely on relatives for housing and had no ability to change public opinion or save this American sweetheart.

It was just a chance encounter.

He should be more concerned with his own biographies, his own roles, and, more mundanely, money.

Suddenly, the pager on my waist went off.

Chen Zhuo glanced at it and quickly walked to the public phone booth by the roadside.

I dialed the number listed above.

"Cough cough..."

A familiar coughing sound came from the other end of the receiver.

John Connor, a cigarette dangling from his lips, spoke with barely concealed joy.

"Chen Zhuo, you're about to strike it rich!"

"Has the contract with the production team arrived yet?"

Although Chen Zhuo's expression was calm, his fingers holding the receiver trembled slightly.

"How much was your salary?"

"A full eighty thousand dollars!"

John Connor's voice suddenly rose a little, "I knew you could do it, but I didn't expect you to be this good! This is a role that all the Asian actors in Los Angeles are vying for, even several veteran actors who have played supporting roles came, but they all lost to you!"

"What's even more outrageous is that you not only landed the role, but also received the highest salary for an Asian newcomer in recent years!"

"Those Asian actors who, like you, are playing supporting roles for the first time, only earn a maximum of $50,000. You, on the other hand, earn $80,000. While that's still less than white and black actors, it's still outrageous!"

"My God, how did you do that?!"

Chen Zhuo was stunned. He hadn't expected the production team to give him a raise. Could it be because of the keywords that increased his popularity?

He chuckled lightly, his voice arrogant.

"Old Kang, now you know what a genius is."

"You brat, you're getting cocky now that I'm telling you you're fat!"

John Connor chuckled and cursed, exhaling a puff of smoke before his voice turned serious again. "But don't get too excited, kid. The $80,000 is the pre-tax salary. After deducting federal tax, state tax, union dues, and my commission, there's only about $40,000 left."

Chen Zhuo's lips twitched slightly: "That's really dark."

John Connor chuckled: "Get used to it, this is America."

……

Monday, West Los Angeles, New Line Cinema.

Today was the day for costume fittings for "Rush Hour" and discussions about the specific details of subsequent filming.

With the help of the two keywords "contrast monster (green)" and "thug (white)," Chen Zhuo completed his official ID photo in a short time.

After finishing his work, he looked around.

Unfortunately, Jackie Chan and he were not in the same film studio.

Because in addition to the official costume photos, the main actors also needed to take promotional stills, so they went directly to a larger studio next door.

It seems we'll have to wait until the official filming to see each other again.

Chen Zhuo shook his head regretfully, prepared to go to the restroom, and left New Line Cinema.

As he walked past the corner in front of the restroom, a familiar figure made him pause.

Cheng Long?

Jackie Chan, the main character, is standing in front of the bathroom mirror, staring at his reflection with a serious expression.

Does Jackie Chan also feel pressure?

A strange idea flashed through Chen Zhuo's mind.

He seemed to suddenly realize something, and his brows gradually furrowed.

It will definitely be a lot of pressure, after all, Jackie Chan has already suffered twice in Hollywood...

Then again, wasn't Rush Hour also a completely amateur production?

A script devoid of originality, a lead actor who just won a Golden Raspberry Award, and terrible shot composition...

Without Jackie Chan's participation, this would undoubtedly be a terrible movie.

So is this what Jackie Chan is worried about?

That's true. Filming hasn't even started yet, and Jackie Chan hasn't officially taken over the filming duties. Seeing how unprofessional the crew is, he'll definitely be worried about the film's performance.

Chen Zhuo slightly raised his eyelids, a peculiar smile flashing in his eyes.

Since it's going to happen sooner or later, I might as well give it a push and get this movie on the right track as soon as possible.

"Hi, what a coincidence, Brother Jackie Chan."

Chen Zhuo came out.

Jackie Chan was somewhat surprised to see his handsome face suddenly appear in the mirror.

"Huh? Chen Zhuo? What are you doing here?"

"Brother Jackie Chan, I'm actually an actor too."

Chen Zhuo clasped his hands together, his eyes instantly turning murderous. "My character is the villain Sang, and according to the script, I'm here to kill you, Inspector Li."

Cheng Long was taken aback for a moment, then burst into laughter.

"You're quite handsome, you got into character in a second."

For some reason, this kid seemed to have an innate sense of friendliness. After just a few words and glances, he felt much more relaxed.

"Brother Jackie Chan, I'll be counting on you to protect me on set."

"Don't worry, I've got your back, buddy."

Cheng Long patted Chen Zhuo on the shoulder with a gentle smile.

"Then there's something I need to tell you, brother."

Chen Zhuo's expression was serious. "Hollywood simply doesn't know how to make action scenes."