In America, the Best Actor award starts with stereotypes.

Cheng Long's smile froze.

He understood that Hong Kong films might indeed be ahead in action movies.

But after all, Hollywood is a global benchmark for the film industry, so how could they say such a thing in public?

"Ahem, Zhuo, this is a public place after all..."

Cheng Long looked around and then pulled Chen Zhuo to his lounge.

"You idiot, you never think before you speak."

Cheng Long plopped down on the sofa, his tone filled with helplessness towards his unruly younger brother.

"If Hollywood producers or directors hear this, your future will be ruined."

Chen Zhuo smiled, completely unconcerned.

They communicated entirely in Chinese, making it naturally encrypted!

"But Brother Jackie Chan didn't disagree, did he?"

Cheng Long fell silent. He interlaced his fingers and pressed them to his lips, his smile fading as he fell into deep thought.

Seeing that Jackie Chan remained silent, Chen Zhuo could only continue to provoke him, "Brother Jackie Chan, have you forgotten your two previous experiences in Hollywood?"

Cheng Long frowned.

How could he possibly forget such a painful experience?

Back in the 1980s, he had come to Hollywood twice to film.

The first time was in 1980's "The Killer's Lair".

Created by Bruce Lee's original team, it was completely treated as the second Bruce Lee, and none of the kung fu comedy elements that Bruce Lee was best at were incorporated.

As a result, the film's box office performance was a disaster, and his reputation also suffered a setback.

The second was "The Protector" in 1985.

This time it was even worse than the first time, only grossing $96 at the box office in North America.

If he hadn't rewritten the script himself for the Asian release and almost completely reshot the fight scenes, his reputation would have been ruined by this film.

Even so, this film couldn't save the film, marking the first time it had fallen out of Hong Kong's top ten box office hits since he became famous.

For more than a decade afterward, Hollywood never cast him in a film again. If he hadn't proven his talent with "Rumble in the Bronx," he would probably still be considered box office poison by Hollywood directors.

If Rush Hour goes wrong again, his Hollywood career will probably be over.

But he clearly has the talent and knows how to make good films, so why should he be held responsible for the poor quality of the production?

After a long pause, he sighed.

"Well, I know what you're saying, but I'm not American after all, and I'm not even that fluent in language communication."

Chen Zhuo's eyes lit up. He understood that Cheng Long had already given in and was offering him a way out.

"Brother Cheng Long, I can help with these things. I've lived in Los Angeles for over ten years, so being a translator is quite easy for me."

"You, you."

Jackie Chan pointed at him and smiled, "Why do I have a feeling that you, you idiot, planned to drag me down with you all along?"

"Brother Jackie Chan, there's a saying in America: 'With great power comes great responsibility.' You're the greatest action actor of all time, how can you let an unprofessional crew hold you back?"

"So, according to you, I'm now the superhero who's supposed to save this movie?"

Chen Zhuo made a startling statement: "Absolutely! You should show these Hollywood bumpkins what true Eastern kung fu is all about!"

"Such arrogant words, but I like them."

Cheng Long got up from the sofa. The hesitation that had been in his eyes earlier seemed to have been swept away by a strong wind and vanished in an instant.

[Stereotype +20]

Chen Zhuo stood up, feeling somewhat excited.

He had a feeling that, with his intervention, Peak Moment might go even further, perhaps even becoming the benchmark of 98.

"Zhuozi, I need to go back to take promotional photos."

Cheng Long gave Chen Zhuo a deep look. "See you tomorrow."

"See you tomorrow."

Chen Zhuo nodded and followed Cheng Long out of the lounge.

……

Monterey Park, Joe's Auto Repair Shop, basement.

Chen Zhuo returned at 10 o'clock.

Although Los Angeles isn't cold, the cramped basement still exuded a chill.

Chen Zhuo rubbed his hands together and took out an exquisite food box.

After the costume fitting photos were taken, he went to his agency to collect his first payment for the role.

According to Hollywood union rules, he received 20% of his total pay, which was $16,000. After taxes, he still had a little over $10,000 left.

This was the first time he had ever held so much money in his hands.

To treat himself, he didn't go back to eat those unpalatable Western meals, but instead stopped by Chinatown and got a late-night snack.

This is a deluxe version of the roast meat platter.

The glistening roast meats were piled high on rice with diced preserved meats, accompanied by char siu and roast pork skin, and a dish of plum sauce and garlic soy sauce for dipping.

Although it's not as hot as it was when it first came out of the pot, it still gives people a warm feeling.

He picked up a piece of roasted pork skin, dipped it in plum sauce, and put it in his mouth.

The crispy pork skin melted instantly in his mouth, with a slightly sour taste, instantly soothing his fatigue from a long day.

"Ah, this feels so good..."

Chen Zhuo let out a soft groan of enjoyment.

This was the first time he had eaten Chinese food since he traveled through time, which made him feel like he was back home in a foreign land.

A few days ago, he had to work as a nude model to make a living, but now he can afford to eat a late-night snack that costs tens of dollars.

It's completely different now.

After finishing his late-night snack and regaining his strength, he tidied up the table and took out the character biography he had written.

Tomorrow is the first day of official filming. Although he has the advantage of having a catchy phrase, it's not a magic bullet. He needs to review his lines and actions again so that they become second nature.

[Bookworm (Green)] is now active.

The world fell silent instantly.

The sounds of car horns and the loud laughter of auto repair shop workers outside were completely ignored.

The character of Sang was all that remained in his mind.

"Here, I want to show a contrast, suddenly transforming from harmless to vicious and ruthless, attacking Inspector Li who came to arrest me..."

"The flip-over jump should be refined and stylish. You can take inspiration from Yuen Wah's downstairs move in 'Dragons Forever'..."

As Chen Zhuo imagined the corresponding actions, he turned the basement into a film set and practiced some simple movements.

His camera time is limited, so he has to do everything he can to make his presence felt.

The show was stolen.

If you don't compete or fight, you'll only ever be a background character your whole life.

An hour later, Chen Zhuo stood up.

He rubbed his temples, looking tired, as if he had been working for several hours.

Although he can quickly enter a state of focus, and the bookworm entries will reduce his energy consumption when he is focused, long-term focus is still a very mentally taxing thing.

"That should be fine. I wonder how things are going with Jackie Chan and the director."

Chen Zhuo thought for a moment, then sat down again.

Since it was his idea, he has a responsibility to see it through to the end.

If Jackie Chan fails to resolve the issue of control over the filming process through communication, he will have to resort to more force and tactics.