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

Simultaneously.

These past few days on set, Ye Mo's kung fu class has become increasingly popular.

From the initial dozen or so people, it has grown to more than thirty.

Even Bell would occasionally come over and stand on the sidelines, watching them practice their horse stance.

Mike was the most enthusiastic, always the first to arrive during lunch break and the last to leave.

He pestered Ye Mo to practice the "using someone's strength to throw them" move over and over again.

They fell and got up, got up and fell again, getting covered in dirt, but they didn't stop.

Ye Mo saw it all and knew that this person truly liked him.

He taught diligently, and those people learned diligently as well.

The entire crew is much more energetic than when filming first started.

Nolan didn't say it, but during those days, he looked at everyone with a relaxed expression.

A director's biggest fear is a film crew that's lifeless and dull.

The atmosphere right now is just right.

Ye Mo saw all of this.

He knew in his heart that acting skills alone were not enough to gain a foothold in an unfamiliar film crew.

You need to earn the genuine respect and approval of those around you.

Teaching kung fu was the first olive branch he extended.

His relationship with Nolan is what he truly wants to cultivate.

Nolan is a top-tier director in Hollywood.

The Batman trilogy propelled him to the pinnacle of the industry.

If Ye Mo can build a good relationship with such a person, he will be able to avoid many detours if he wants to do something in the United States in the future.

This friendship is more valuable than any contract.

Ye Mo had calculated this matter perfectly clearly in his mind.

After finishing work that day, Ye Mo, as usual, talked to Nolan about the play.

They were talking about the Joker scene in the interrogation room, and how he made Bale's Batman lose control.

Ye Mo said that the key to the interrogation room scene was that Batman realized he couldn't defeat the Joker.

The harder the punch, the clown laughs.

Batman's prized power becomes a joke in the face of the Joker.

Nolan listened intently, nodding occasionally.

"Go on," Nolan said.

Ye Mo then peeled away his understanding layer by layer.

From positioning to lighting, to the tone used when the Joker says, "You can't change me."

Just as the two were getting to the crucial point of their conversation, Nolan's phone rang.

Nolan glanced at it and answered the call.

"Yes, I'm on set."

"Chinatown? Why do you suddenly want to eat that?"

"Okay, I understand. I'll tell you when I get back."

After hanging up the phone, Nolan put it on the table and shook his head.

"My wife insists on going to Chinatown for Chinese food tonight."

Ye Mo smiled.

"Does your wife like Chinese food?"

"I like it," Nolan said. "Especially that, Mapo Tofu. She tried it once and has been craving it ever since."

"She's tired of those restaurants in Chinatown, but she still insists on dragging me there."

"I think her tongue is completely ruined by your Chinese cuisine."

Ye Mo's heart skipped a beat.

"How about we come to your place tonight and I'll cook?" Ye Mo said.

Nolan paused for a moment.

"Can you cook?"

"Yes," Ye Mo said. "Home-style dishes, presentable enough to serve."

Ye Mo wouldn't miss an opportunity to shine; he could always just search for it on Douyin.

Douyin is Ye Mo's personal chef; just ask him what you want to eat.

Anyone with even a little bit of basic knowledge will have no problem.

Nolan looked at him for two seconds and then smiled.

"That's perfect, saves me a trip to Chinatown."

Ye Mo brought this up with ulterior motives.

On set, no matter how close he was to Nolan, they were still just director and actor.

Once you leave the film set and enter Nolan's home, the relationship changes.

Some relationships can only be established over a meal.

Nolan's home is not far from the film set; it's a quiet detached house.

There are two neatly trimmed trees by the entrance, and an old car is parked in the yard.

Nolan's wife, Emma, ​​opened the door.

She is not tall, and has a gentle smile.

"Is this the Ye you always talk about?" Emma looked Ye Mo up and down.

"Yes, he's cooking tonight," Nolan said.

"Then I must have a good taste." Emma ushered Ye Mo inside.

Ye Mo went into the kitchen, tied on an apron, and started working.

There were quite a few things in the refrigerator, and he picked out a few items.

I made scrambled eggs with tomatoes, braised pork belly, Mapo tofu, and steamed a pot of rice.

He first cut the meat, his knife moving swiftly and evenly, producing uniformly sized pieces.

Then heat the pan, add oil, and then add scallions, ginger, and garlic.

With a sizzling sound, the aroma wafted out.

Nolan leaned against the kitchen doorway, watching Ye Mo flip the wok with wide eyes.

"Your skills are the result of practice," Nolan said.

"In China, it's common to cook for yourself," Ye Mo said. "When you live alone, you have to feed yourself."

"When I was in China, I often made it for my family."

Several dishes were served.

Emma first picked up a piece of scrambled eggs with tomatoes.

She chewed a few times, then her eyes widened.

"This tastes much better than the ones in Chinatown."

Nolan also took a bite of the braised pork.

"Hmm." He nodded. "This meat is very flavorful."

"Fat but not greasy, good."

Emma couldn't stop eating, praising the food as she ate.

"Ye, come here often from now on, I'll call you Chef."

Nolan didn't stand on ceremony and had two more bowls of rice.

The meal was a lively and enjoyable affair.

This meal brought Ye Mo much closer to the Nolan family.

Emma became noticeably more talkative, asking all sorts of questions.

Ask about Chinese cuisine, ask what movies Ye Mo has acted in, and ask what's popular in China right now.

"Ye, do all Chinese families know how to cook?" Emma asked.

"Not really," Ye Mo smiled, "but there are quite a few people who can cook."

"We believe that food is the most important thing for people."

"Food is the first necessity of the people," Emma repeated. "That's an interesting saying."

Nolan listened from the side, occasionally interjecting a comment.

Ye Mo noticed that Nolan was much more relaxed around his family than on set.

The man who made "The Dark Knight" is just an ordinary person in front of his wife.

Ye Mo responded while pondering to himself.

My relationship with Nolan has finally thawed.

In the future, he will have plenty of opportunities to use this friendship.

After dinner, Nolan opened a bottle of wine.

The two sat down in the courtyard and chatted casually.

Emma finished clearing the dishes and sat down, holding a cat in her arms.

"Ye, have you thought about what path you'll take in the future?" Nolan suddenly asked.

Ye Mo held his wine glass and thought for a moment.

"I've thought about it," Ye Mo said.

"I want to make films that can reach a global audience."

Nolan turned his head to look at him.

"You have that ambition."

"Yes," Ye Mo said, "that's why I came to Hollywood."

"I want to see how the person standing in this position makes a film."

Nolan was silent for a moment.

"This road is not easy," Nolan said, "especially for the Chinese."

"Getting into Hollywood isn't that easy."

"In recent years, the number of Chinese-language films that have managed to break into the market can be counted on one hand."

Ye Mo nodded.

"I know."

"But someone has to go and open the door first."

Nolan looked at him, and something flickered in his eyes.

It was the look of someone seeing their own kind.

"You're an interesting person," Nolan said.

"After this movie is finished filming, if you have the script, show it to me."

Ye Mo tightened his grip on the wine glass.

"it is good."

That's exactly what he was waiting for.

That's why he came to Hollywood.

To open up the market, you need to build a network of contacts.

Nolan's words are worth more than a billion dollars in box office revenue.

With this statement, in the future, when he has a script like "The Wandering Earth," people will be willing to speak up for him.

This meal was worth it.

As night deepened, Ye Mo got up to say goodbye.

Nolan saw him to the door.

"Tomorrow, we're filming the hospital scene," Nolan said. "How's your preparation going?"

Ye Mo stood at the door, the night breeze dispelling some of the effects of the alcohol.

"Ready," he said.

Nolan nodded.

"That scene is the key to the whole Joker story."

"Bombing the hospital was his way of completely severing ties with the city."

"If you portray him as crazy, the play will be a success."

Ye Mo didn't speak, he just nodded.

He turned and walked into the night.

The scene at the hospital.

The clown, dressed as a nurse, detonates the entire building.

He knew that scene was the most classic and memorable moment in the entire movie.

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