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

A week passed quickly.

During this period, Ye Mo's relationship with director Nolan has been getting better and better.

After filming a scene that day, the two chatted for a few minutes after work, as usual.

Ye Mo handed Nolan a cup of coffee before speaking.

"Director Nolan, I have something I'd like to discuss with you," Ye Mo said.

"Go ahead," Nolan said, taking the coffee and taking a sip.

"Back in China, there's a film that's waiting for me to go back and start filming," Ye Mo said.

"I'd like to discuss with you whether it's possible to film my scenes together as much as possible."

"This way, I can save some time here."

Nolan glanced at him but didn't speak immediately.

Ye Mo added another sentence.

"I'm not rushing the schedule; there are still plenty of scenes to shoot."

"It's about piecing together those scattered scenes."

Nolan paused for a few seconds.

"What's that movie you're making in China?" Nolan asked.

"It's about anti-fraud," Ye Mo said. "It's about overseas telecom fraud."

"It was spearheaded by our Ministry of Public Security."

Nolan raised an eyebrow.

"An official project?"

"Yes," Ye Mo said, "that's why they're pushing so hard over there."

Nolan nodded, as if he understood.

"Telecom fraud in China has indeed been rampant in recent years," Nolan said. "I've heard a lot about it while I was filming."

"Some people were lured in by high salaries and never came back."

"Making a film about this subject is a virtuous deed."

Ye Mo was surprised that Nolan would use the word "accumulate virtue".

"Director, you know about these things too?" Ye Mo asked.

"I always see it in the news," Nolan said. "I like to watch documentaries in my spare time."

"Those who were deceived suffered a fate worse than in the movies."

Ye Mo didn't speak, but nodded.

He knew in his heart that a director of Nolan's caliber had seen countless films.

He understands the world better than anyone else.

"Okay," Nolan said. "I've been thinking about this too."

"Your current state is perfect; focusing your shots will actually make them more coherent."

"So that today's clown won't be replaced by something else tomorrow."

Ye Mo felt a sense of relief.

"Thank you, director."

"No need to thank me." Nolan waved his hand. "You're worth it."

Nolan made that statement so easily.

But to Ye Mo, it carried considerable weight.

It's important to know that in Hollywood film crews, the arrangement of scenes is decided by the producer and production coordinator.

An actor who wants to change their schedule has to apply through multiple levels of government.

Not to mention, he's an actor from China.

In many people's eyes, it is already a great blessing for Chinese actors to be able to join this group.

They have no right to make demands.

Nolan nodded without even frowning.

This trust is more valuable than any contract.

Ye Mo knew that the relationship he had cultivated over the past few days had come in handy.

That evening, the coordinator sent over the new schedule.

Ye Mo's scenes were all pushed to the last two weeks, one after another.

Working non-stop from morning till night.

Exhausted, Ye Mo felt reassured.

Finish filming sooner, then go home sooner.

He still has a lot to deal with back home.

After the filming schedule was finalized, Ye Mo felt much more relaxed.

That evening, he was chatting with Bale and a few others outside the film set when his phone rang.

It's Sister Zhang.

Ye Mo walked to the side and answered the call.

"The preparations for 'All or Nothing' are all done," said Sister Zhang.

"The actors, the team, the venue, and the equipment are all finalized."

"We're just waiting for you to come back and turn on the computer."

Ye Mo hummed in agreement.

"Where's Wang Chuanjun?" he asked. "Did he return from the border?"

"I'm back." Sister Zhang paused for a moment.

"It's just...like a completely different person."

Ye Mo tightened his grip on his phone.

"She's lost weight and gotten darker," Sister Zhang said. "She talks even less and stays quiet all day."

"He came to see me a few days ago, said hello, and I still remember the look in his eyes."

"I can't quite put my finger on it, it's just... it's nauseating."

Ye Mo didn't speak.

"He used to be quiet, but there was a light in his eyes," Sister Zhang said. "Now, that light is gone."

"In its place came something... indescribable."

"When I talk to him, he keeps getting distracted, like he's thinking about something else."

As Ye Mo listened, a slight ripple stirred within him.

Wang Chuanjun went to the border and entered that park.

That kind of place can transform a person from the inside out.

Ye Mo himself played the clown and experienced the feeling of getting too immersed in the role.

That feeling was like a deep well.

You know you're sinking, but you don't want to come out.

Wang Chuanjun has truly taken Manager Lu to heart.

"Didn't he say anything else?" Ye Mo asked.

"No," Sister Zhang said. "I just said that once you come back, the filming can start."

"He's ready."

Ye Mo hummed in agreement.

"My scenes are being filmed intensively here, so I can go back sooner."

"Tell Wang Chuanjun to wait a little longer."

"Okay," Sister Zhang said. "Then be careful over there."

"it is good."

After hanging up the phone, Ye Mo stood by the wall for a while.

After thinking about it, he sent a message to Wang Chuanjun.

"I heard you're back. Manager Lu, don't let yourself get too stifled in this role."

A few minutes later, Wang Chuanjun returned.

"Director Ye, I'm fine. I just...saw too much."

"I'll put it on for you when you come back."

Ye Mo stared at the two lines of text for a long time.

He could imagine what Wang Chuanjun looked like when he typed those words.

Thin, dark-skinned, with a blank stare.

That's the look of someone who has walked through the gates of hell.

Ye Mo replied with a single word.

"it is good."

Putting away his phone, Ye Mo returned to the crowd.

Bell was gesturing with Mike, mimicking the shrug Yemo had taught him.

The two were clumsy, which made the people around them laugh.

"Hey, look at Bell, the way he's standing like that, like he's squatting on the toilet," Mike chimed in.

Bell glared at him, but didn't move.

"Ye, tell me again, how exactly should I position my hand?" Bell beckoned to Ye Mo.

Ye Mo walked over with a smile and lifted Bell's wrist up slightly.

"Don't be stiff, relax a bit, use the opponent's momentum, don't rely on brute force."

Bell did as instructed, and his movements became much smoother.

"That's interesting," Bell said.

"With your skills, you'll have to show off a bit when my son comes."

Ye Mo smiled.

"Okay, let's wait for him."

Mr. Kane sat down next to him and joined in the fun.

"Ye, come over for dinner tomorrow night? Emma's been nagging about your braised pork again."

"Okay," Ye Mo replied.

"But I have a full schedule these days," Ye Mo said, "so I might be a little late."

"It's alright," Kane said. "We'll wait for you."

These words warmed Ye Mo's heart.

This group of people went from being strangers and wary of each other to now being able to joke around and eat together.

Ye Mo knew that he had truly put down roots in Hollywood.

It was late at night when Ye Mo returned to his apartment.

He stood by the window, looking at the Los Angeles nightscape.

Domestic issues piled up one after another.

"All or Nothing" is waiting to start filming.

Wang Chuanjun has also become a different person.

And then there's "Dying to Survive," which is coming out for the Spring Festival.

Ye Mo closed his eyes, then opened them again.

He needs to finish filming here as soon as possible so he can go back.

This Hollywood trip is nearing its end.

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