In America, the Best Actor award starts with stereotypes.

Chen Zhuo took a deep breath, his expression somewhat excited.

Based on the effect of the "Reliable (Green)" attribute, as long as he can consistently live up to expectations and with a bit of luck, he can completely boost his favorability rating to the sky!

Moreover, many commissions are made by more than one person; for example, when he's filming, he's essentially commissioned by the entire production team.

If this continues, and he makes more and more films, he'll eventually become a Hollywood connections king!

"Good job, lad!"

Seeing his younger brother Chen Zhuo perform so brilliantly, Cheng Long immediately praised him, which made the Cheng family team take a second look at Chen Zhuo, contributing another wave of stereotypes to Chen Zhuo.

Greenberg's photography assistant, however, was getting restless.

"Director, they seem to be filming very smoothly."

"It's because the actors performed well. What does it have to do with the filming? You could have done it with just a simple long shot."

"The next shot will be the real test of skill."

Greenberg remained dismissive; he was more concerned with the next shot that Jackie Chan had arranged, which was a long shot of dodging the shipping containers.

Hollywood rarely shoots one-shot scenes like this; they're more often like the multi-perspective short cuts in Terminator.

A punch cuts to a different perspective, a chase involves two steps and then another cuts to a different perspective—that's the norm in Hollywood.

Such long takes not only place extremely high demands on the actors, but also pose a great challenge to the camera crew who are tracking the focus.

Even for an experienced photographer like him, it might take several attempts to achieve a satisfactory result.

These Asians have absolutely no chance of completing it; the production team will then know who the most important person is.

"But Jackie doesn't seem to be under any pressure at all, as if the upcoming shoot won't be difficult at all..."

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Greenberg did not respond, but simply stared coldly at the photography assistant beside him with his sharp eyes.

Only when his assistant felt a chill run down his spine did he let out a cold snort and turn to look at the filming location.

……

"Brothers, Chen Zhuo just set a good example, and as the eldest brother, I naturally can't fall behind."

"Next shot, can we do it in one take? One take, please!"

Jackie Chan encouraged his stunt team, then turned around and instantly got into character.

"Action!"

The clapperboard fell.

Cheng Long emerged from the narrow gap between the shipping containers, guns in both hands, looking wary.

The moment his figure was exposed, he felt a loud explosion beside him.

A huge shipping container, propelled by terrifying momentum, hurtled toward him with no way to avoid it!

Caught off guard, Jackie Chan could only use his hands to cushion the impact, but he was still sent flying by the terrifying force.

The camera panned rapidly, and the Cheng family team, responsible for props, did not slow down at all, pushing the container over the bar.

The crew members were stunned.

Dude, this is just filming, but it feels like you guys are really doing this.

With a look of terror on his face, Cheng Long rolled over to dissipate the force of the impact upon landing and stood up nimbly.

But when you look up, the cold, massive metal object is right in front of you!

In the nick of time, he suddenly turned around, pushed off the ground with his left foot, stepped onto the wall with his right foot, and pushed upwards with both hands at the same time, soaring into the air and leaping onto the container just before it crashed into him.

Perhaps they felt the scene wasn't thrilling or exciting enough.

As he leaped onto the top of the crate, Cheng Long glanced at the wooden crate used for cushioning.

He deliberately stumbled, leaning outwards, as if he were about to fall back into the container hell he had just escaped.

Many staff members exclaimed in surprise at the same time.

But at that moment, Cheng Long lifted his waist and abdomen, tightened his core, and stabilized his body.

The containers collided with a loud crash, and he landed steadily on the merged containers.

Everything is going according to plan!

Compared to Chen Zhuo's smooth and elegant style, Cheng Long's perfectly timed daring is clearly on a higher level!

Is this the pacing control of an action movie GOAT?

so amazing.

Chen Zhuo couldn't help but admire him in his heart.

I wonder when I will be able to reach that level.

"Cut..."

Brett Ratner's voice came several seconds later, and it had a noticeable tremor.

The scene was deathly silent.

Someone once said, "Jackie is king."

The set erupted in cheers, not for Jackie, but for "King"!

From that moment on, Jackie Chan was no longer an outsider who had never proven himself in Hollywood. He conquered the crew with his abilities and became the crew's "King"!

On the sidelines, Greenberg could no longer sit still.

He strode forward and came to Brett Ratner's side.

He wanted to see the effect of the footage that had just been shot.

"Mr. Greenberg, look, this scene is absolutely fantastic! I think it's even worthy of being recorded in film history!"

Brett Ratner gestured excitedly at the monitor screen, as if he could already see himself becoming famous with the huge success of "Rush Hour".

Greenberg did not respond, but simply watched the replay over and over again.

With each reading, his face grew paler.

With a heavy gasp, he slipped and fell straight down.

"Watch out! Mr. Greenberg!"

Chen Zhuo, who was standing next to the camera truck, quickly helped him up, preventing the stubborn old man from falling and getting seriously injured.

"I...you...I..."

When he saw that the person who helped him up was actually the Asian actor he had always looked down on, a trace of color appeared on Greenberg's pale face.

Seeing that the old man looked like he was about to die, Chen Zhuo, who had always respected the elderly and cared for the young, couldn't continue to force him as originally planned.

"Mr. Greenberg, you don't need to worry about it. This is just an internal exchange and learning session within the crew. You are a senior figure, and the crew still needs to rely on you for filming."

Looking at Chen Zhuo's sincere face, Greenberg, the old stubborn man, felt a pang of guilt.

"Yes, Mr. Greenberg, together we can definitely make this movie expensive!"

After finishing filming, Jackie Chan also offered some words of advice in his somewhat broken English.

Greenberg shook off Chen Zhuo's hand that was supporting him and stood up straight again.

He stared at Cheng Long and Chen Zhuo for a while, then suddenly lowered his head and gave a very old-fashioned bow with his hand on his chest.

"Jackie, I apologize for my arrogance. You and your Asian friend have great character, both during and outside of filming."

"But even if you can accept me continuing as director of photography, I have no face to stay in this crew after saying those things."

"Besides, you can make this movie very well even without me."

After saying all this, he gave a wry smile, as if a heavy burden had been lifted from his shoulders.

"Thank you. You made me realize my arrogance and conceit. I will relearn photography after leaving the crew."

"If the opportunity arises, I hope we can collaborate again. Then I'll show you what Oscar-level cinematography really looks like!"

After the stubborn old man finished speaking, he raised his head, his gaze intense, and left without looking back.

He didn't even give the rest of the crew a chance to persuade him to stay.