In America, the Best Actor award starts with stereotypes.

Port of San Pedro, south of Los Angeles.

Unlike the viewing order, when filming a movie, the more difficult exterior scenes are filmed in one go first, and then the interior scenes with more dialogue and easier to film are filmed.

The first outdoor scene of Rush Hour is Jackie Chan's container chase scene.

To achieve a sense of realism, the production team rented a large number of shipping containers and several ships.

But today's filming did not go smoothly.

"Director, you must be joking."

The speaker was Adam Greenberg, the film crew's director of photography.

As a veteran of Hollywood, Adam had served as director of photography for several films before taking on the role of cinematographer for this film, including Terminator 1 & 2, Ghost, and Sister Act.

Terminator 2: Judgment Day earned him a nomination for Best Cinematography at the 64th Academy Awards.

At this moment, the nearly sixty-year-old photographer stared wide-eyed and angrily pointed at Cheng Long beside him.

"I'm an Oscar-nominated director of photography; nobody on the entire crew knows more about filming than me!"

"You want me to consider the opinion of an outsider who has never proven himself in Hollywood?"

"You might as well just replace me!"

If someone with a short temper were to be contradicted like this, they would definitely agree to the deal immediately, and double happiness would follow.

Unfortunately, neither director Brett Ratner nor Jackie Chan are the type to act like tyrants on set.

They wanted to persuade this renowned veteran director of photography through communication to achieve a win-win cooperation.

"Oh dear, Mr. Greenberg, that's not what Jackie and I meant."

"You know, Jackie is from Hong Kong, so he's a little unaccustomed to your filming and storyboarding. Could you please take care of him and help him adjust a bit..."

Brett Ratner quickly explained, and Jackie Chan echoed his sentiments.

"Yes, I have always respected you, Mr. Greenberg."

Chen Zhuo sighed silently and covered his ears.

It is said that people become more stubborn as they get older. How can you expect someone who has been successful all their life to give up the path that led to their success?

Sure enough, the next moment, Greenberg's roar echoed throughout the set.

"There's no room for negotiation! Either you listen to me the whole time, or you replace me and find another director of photography!"

Brett Ratner wiped the sweat from his brow and turned to look at Cheng Long.

Cheng Long frowned and looked at Chen Zhuo standing next to him.

Chen Zhuo raised his head, smiled gently, and told him the plan he had come up with the night before.

"Brother Cheng Long, there's an old Chinese saying, 'The accomplished are our teachers.' It's the same in America; we listen to whoever is more capable."

"Why don't you compare your shooting with Mr. Greenberg's and see who has better results?"

"If you win, then Mr. Greenberg will listen to you; if you lose, then we'll listen to Mr. Greenberg. What do you think?"

Cheng Long's eyes lit up. This was indeed a good idea, and he had absolute confidence in his business acumen.

"Okay, that's settled then. Zhuo, repeat these words to Mr. Greenberg."

After Chen Zhuo finished repeating the story, Adam Greenberg nodded without any hesitation.

He's one of Hollywood's top cinematographers; he doesn't believe the crew can function properly without him!

"Go ahead, you yellow-skinned brat, I want to see what kind of stuff you can produce!"

……

Twenty minutes later.

In the container area, under Cheng Long's command, the Cheng family team quickly took over the work of the photography crew.

"Zhuozi, when I chase after you, you run away, and escape using the actions you planned."

Cheng Long gave Chen Zhuo a few instructions: "Then you tell the props team that when I run out from the gap in the container, they should use a forklift to push the container towards me until it crashes into it. At that time, I will quickly jump onto the container to avoid being crushed."

Chen Zhuo nodded and relayed the message to the props team.

But after hearing this, Ju kept shaking his head.

"No, no, no, that's too dangerous. We've never done such a high-risk shoot before. I think we should spend a few days building a fake warehouse so that even if something goes wrong, no one will get hurt."

"What? You're going to set up a fake warehouse too?"

Cheng Long was completely numb after hearing Chen Zhuo's retelling.

Dude, you're going to spend days preparing for a few seconds of footage? No wonder Zhuo Zai said Hollywood is a bunch of country bumpkins, their efficiency is really low.

"Tell them they don't need to, just take the picture directly, it'll save them time and effort."

"But what if Jackie doesn't jump up?"

Not only was the props team in a panic, but the director was also sweating profusely. Jackie Chan was the star of the film crew, how could he take such a risk?

You think this is high-risk? You really haven't seen Brother Long filming a movie.

Chen Zhuo sighed inwardly.

However, he could understand the crew's concerns, as safety is indeed the most important thing.

After thinking for a moment, Chen Zhuo offered a compromise suggestion.

"Brother Cheng Long, how about we put a wooden crate in the middle of the container? That way, even if you slip, the crate can cushion the fall and give you more time to react."

"Okay, let's start filming then. Let's hurry up and try to finish filming today, and then edit the footage today."

Jackie Chan clapped his hands, directing the actors and props team like a director.

Brett Ratner, the official director, didn't seem to care at all. Instead, he watched and listened intently to Jackie Chan's direction, like a student learning from a teacher. This made Greenberg, who was sitting next to him watching, slap his thigh in disbelief.

"Unbelievable! In all the film crews I've worked on, I've never seen an Asian person directing a white director! This is an insult to Hollywood!"

"But Jackie seems really confident and methodical. What if he actually does a good job?"

The photography assistant next to him asked hesitantly.

Greenberg waved his hand and laughed heartily.

"Impossible! Absolutely impossible!"

……

"Action!"

As the clapperboard fell, Chen Zhuo immediately activated [Bookworm (Green)] and entered a state of focus.

With the help of the "Kung Fu Kid (Green)" tag, he gripped the edge of the truck bed with one hand, suddenly exerted force from his waist and abdomen, and flipped sideways in mid-air, nimbly jumping inside.

Without pausing, he moved with lightning speed, instantly reaching the other side of the truck bed.

As he flipped off the truck bed, he casually waved his hand and glanced back.

A half-smile played on his face, which was facing the camera, as if he were silently saying goodbye to Inspector Li, who was chasing closely behind him.

Throughout the entire process, Chen Zhuo was like a nimble cat moving at high speed, elegant and swift, flowing smoothly.

It didn't look like a hasty escape at all; it was clearly a leisurely exit after having a great time.

"Cut!"

Director Bright shouted excitedly.

Compared to their previous plan to escape by rolling under the car, this was different.

Chen Zhuo's action scenes were so fluid and stylish!

Although it was only a few seconds of screen time, it already showed signs of becoming a classic villain.

[Stereotype +3]

[Stereotype +5]

……

The stereotypes that the entire production crew gave him.

In my mind, a fluorescent light flickered, and a brand new green term emerged.

[Reliable (Green): Outstanding character and trustworthy. After successfully completing a task, the client's favorability increases, and there is a chance to receive new tasks.]

This is……

Left foot stepping on right foot!?