He plays Feng Yuxiu, and his girlfriend is a fairy-like beauty.

Ye Mo saw Wang Chuanjun's message several hours later.

Los Angeles is more than ten hours away from China.

It's nighttime in China, but it's still broad daylight here.

When Wang Chuanjun sent the message, Ye Mo was on set, filming one scene after another.

After he finished work and returned to his apartment, he took a shower, lay down on the sofa, and then took out his phone.

On the screen lay the message sent by Wang Chuanjun.

"Director Ye, I request to spend a few days on location at the border. Manager Lu, I promise I'll bring your performance to life."

Ye Mo stared at the words for several seconds, stunned.

He rubbed his eyes and looked at it again.

That's right, it's Wang Chuanjun.

Then he dialed Wang Chuanjun's number.

Beep, beep, beep.

No one answered.

I dialed again, but still no one answered.

Ye Mo's heart skipped a beat.

He sat up, held his phone in his hand, and read the message again.

The words "border" and "real ground" were like two needles pricking his eyelids.

Ye Mo was not unaware of the border situation while he was in the country.

Those telecom fraud industrial parks are hidden deep in the mountains and forests of Myanmar, Laos, and Cambodia.

High walls and electric fences, armed thugs, and people with real guns guarding the entrance.

Those who were tricked into going there were treated like slaves, forced to make phone calls for eighteen hours a day.

If you don't produce results, you'll get a severe beating.

The women fared even worse; they were sold back and forth, and very few returned unharmed.

What about cutting off one's kidney, what about being imprisoned in a water dungeon, what about dying in a foreign land?

It's everywhere – in news reports, short videos, and documentaries.

Those images flashed through Ye Mo's mind one by one.

Wang Chuanjun is an actor with delicate skin, yet he goes into that kind of place.

Going to a place like that is like walking into the jaws of a tiger.

The more Ye Mo thought about it, the more his brows furrowed.

He got up and walked to the window, where the Los Angeles night unfolded.

He recalled the time when Wang Chuanjun was filming "Dying to Survive".

To prepare for the role of Lü Shouyi, he stayed up for three days straight and lost over ten kilograms.

He was so thin he looked unrecognizable, but his eyes burned with a fierce fire.

This person is truly dedicated; when they're going to fight, they're willing to risk their lives.

Even if you try to put it together, you can't do it like this.

That's the border, it's a different place from Hengdian.

In Hengdian World Studios, when filming, if you yell "Cut!", even the dead can come back to life.

No matter what they shout, it's no use.

As Ye Mo was thinking, his phone rang.

It's Sister Zhang.

He answered the call.

"Ye Mo, you know about Wang Chuanjun's matter?" Sister Zhang's voice was a little anxious.

"I just saw the message," Ye Mo said. "I called him, but no one answered."

"I couldn't get through either," Sister Zhang said. "He left me a message saying he was going to the border to investigate and told me not to worry."

"Don't worry?" Ye Mo's tone became more serious. "Does he even know where that place is?"

Sister Zhang sighed on the other end of the phone.

"I checked, and he went through the proper channels with the police; there was a task force accompanying him."

"The identities of the accompanying personnel have been approved by higher authorities."

Ye Mo didn't speak.

He knew in his heart that if the police approved it, it meant that someone was protecting his safety.

Having someone to cover for you doesn't mean you're completely safe.

"Sister Zhang, when did you find out about this?" Ye Mo asked.

"I called you as soon as I saw the message," Sister Zhang said. "That kid, he's got a lot of ideas, acting first and asking questions later."

"Who did he learn this from?" Ye Mo smiled wryly.

"Who else can I learn from?" Sister Zhang said. "The people under you are all incredibly capable of causing trouble."

Ye Mo didn't respond to that.

He knew that Sister Zhang was telling the truth.

"What about Zhang Songwen?" Ye Mo asked. "Does he know about this?"

"They probably don't know," Sister Zhang said. "They're not in the same group, and they haven't seen each other recently."

"Then don't let him know yet," Ye Mo said. "If he knows, there will be another person worrying."

Sister Zhang responded.

"Keep a close eye on Zhang Yixing," Ye Mo said.

"Wang Chuanjun has officials protecting him, but Zhang Yixing is different."

"That kid is naive; he falls for anyone's tricks easily."

"If he were to follow Wang Chuanjun's example and insist on going to some kind of field site, that would truly be sending a lamb to the slaughter."

Sister Zhang: "Okay, I'll keep an eye on him. I'll fill his schedule with announcements during this period so he won't have time to think about anything else."

"And one more thing," Ye Mo said, "We should suppress the news of Wang Chuanjun's trip to the border as much as possible, and prevent it from getting out."

"If this gets out, it won't do him any good, and it won't do the company any good either."

"If the media finds out, they might make up some scandalous stories, which would be even more troublesome."

"Zhang Yixing, and everyone else in the crew, don't tell anyone."

Sister Zhang: "I understand. I've already had that message deleted. We'll tell the public that he went out of town to prepare for his role."

Ye Mo nodded and added another sentence.

"If you really can't hide it anymore, just say it's a role assessment arranged by the company, and it's a standard procedure."

"If anyone asks, we should give the same answer."

Sister Zhang: "I know, I know what I'm doing."

"And one more thing," Sister Zhang paused, "you should take it easy while you're in Hollywood."

"Don't just focus on filming and ruin your health."

Ye Mo understood the meaning behind her words.

"Don't worry," he said. "I know what I'm doing."

After hanging up the phone, Ye Mo sat on the sofa for a while.

He poured himself a glass of water and slowly drank it.

The bottom of the cup was placed back on the table with a soft click.

He can't get involved in Wang Chuanjun's matter anymore.

While he's in Hollywood, Zhang Jie has to handle things back home.

All he can do is make the film he has on hand as well as possible.

He has to cultivate this Nolan project bit by bit.

In the days that followed, Ye Mo intentionally tried to get closer to Nolan on set.

He's not in a hurry.

Dealing with directors of this caliber requires patience.

For the first two days, he simply stayed a little longer after work to help Nolan by handing him a cup or lending a hand.

Nolan didn't say anything, but he didn't refuse either.

On the third day, Nolan watched the playback alone by the editing van.

Ye Mo carried over two cups of coffee and handed one to her.

"Thanks." Nolan took it and took a sip.

"Not bad, not bad, this tastes good," Nolan said.

Ye Mo smiled.

"I rinsed it myself."

"That's interesting." Nolan glanced at him. "You're not afraid of me, are you?"

"Why be afraid?" Ye Mo said.

Nolan didn't answer, he just chuckled twice.

From that day on, Nolan would take the initiative to chat with Ye Mo for a few minutes.

We talked about the movie, the characters, and the city of Gotham.

Ye Mo neither interrupted nor fawned over Ye Mo.

He simply laid out his ideas and let Nolan choose for himself.

"Director Nolan, I have some ideas about today's Joker scene," Ye Mo said.

Nolan looked up at him.

"you say."

"Before the Joker blows up the hospital, he needs to show the audience that he's playing a game," Ye Mo said. "He treats it like a game."

Nolan listened, his eyes gradually brightening.

"continue."

Ye Mo then poured out his understanding, point by point.

From positioning to rhythm, and even the clown's smile, it's about knowing when to hold back and when to let go.

Nolan listened and pondered for a few seconds.

"Interesting, I'll give it a try sometime."

.......

Similar incidents are becoming increasingly common.

Ye Mo never steals the spotlight or the director's job.

The more Nolan picked, the more he took Ye Mo's opinions to heart.

Once, Nolan was revising the ending of a scene, but he was never satisfied with the changes.

He called Ye Mo over and asked him a question.

"Ye, what do you think the clown will do?"

Ye Mo thought for a moment and then shared his opinion.

Nolan made the decision immediately after hearing it.

"We'll do it your way."

At that moment, Ye Mo knew that he was no longer an ordinary actor in this film crew.

The crew members all saw it.

Nolan's gaze towards Ye Mo became increasingly different.

That's the way a director looks at one of his own people.

......