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

Two weeks later.

Ye Mo's clown scenes have all been filmed.

The final scene is the one where the clown is hanging upside down on the rooftop.

When Nolan yelled "Cut!" for the last time, the set was silent for a long while.

Then, someone started clapping.

The applause went from sporadic to continuous.

Nolan stood up, walked to Ye Mo, opened her arms, and hugged him.

"Congratulations on Ye Mo wrapping up filming!" Nolan said.

"These past few months have been tough."

Ye Mo smiled and bowed to director Nolan.

"Thank you for your care, Director Nolan."

"Without you, I wouldn't have gotten this role."

Nolan patted him on the back.

"Don't be modest, you're the person who surprised me the most in the entire crew."

"We will continue to cooperate in the future."

Ye Mo nodded.

The two walked to the side, and Nolan handed them a cigarette.

Ye Mo waved his hand, not taking it.

Nolan lit it himself and exhaled a puff of smoke.

"Ye, there's something I need to tell you beforehand," Nolan said.

"Please speak."

"This film will enter post-production later," Nolan said. "Trailers, posters, premieres—the whole publicity campaign is in the works."

"Once the promotional campaign begins, the Joker's design will be revealed globally."

"At that time, the media will be everywhere, and you'll have to attend many events."

After listening, Ye Mo thought for a moment.

"Director Nolan, I'd like to discuss the publicity and distribution with you," Ye Mo said.

"Please speak."

"You and the production company can decide on the overseas marketing and distribution," Ye Mo said. "But leave the Chinese side to me."

"I am familiar with the Chinese market."

"I'll handle the publicity, preview screenings, scheduling, and media."

"You'll see the results when the time comes."

Nolan looked at him without saying a word.

After a few seconds, he smiled.

"Are you that confident?"

"Yes," Ye Mo said. "China's scale is the largest in the world."

"I know better than anyone how to make this film a hit in China."

Nolan nodded.

"Alright, I'll leave the China side to you."

"I'll connect you with the film studio's resources."

"Tell me what you want."

Ye Mo felt a sense of relief.

That's exactly what he was waiting for.

Holding the rights to promote and distribute content in China is of great significance.

If The Dark Knight becomes a hit in China, his Joker's value could increase several times over.

More importantly, he can use this film to completely revitalize the overseas market.

He had already planned this move.

"Thank you, director," Ye Mo said.

"No need to thank me." Nolan waved his hand. "I trust you to handle things."

After the news of the wrap-up spread, everyone on set gathered around.

Mike was the first to rush up and hug Ye Mo tightly.

"Ye, are you really leaving?"

"The filming is finished, I have to go," Ye Mo said.

"I haven't finished learning my kung fu yet," Mike said with a bitter face.

"Standing meditation, spreading hands, shoulder-width apart, and prone hands—I've only just begun."

Ye Mo smiled.

"The master leads you through the door, but the practice depends on yourself."

"You have a good foundation, go back and practice on your own, you can still succeed."

Mike still refused to leave, pestering Ye Mo with all sorts of questions.

Grandpa Kane also came over and shook Ye Mo's hand.

"Child, you are a good actor, and a good person."

"If you ever come to Los Angeles, feel free to visit my home anytime."

Ye Mo nodded.

"must."

Oldman was standing next to him, and Chong Yemo gave him a thumbs up without saying much.

Freeman also came over and shook Ye Mo's hand.

"You're going to be very successful," Freeman said.

Bell stood outside the crowd, not saying much.

He only came over after everyone had dispersed a bit.

"Ye." Bell reached out his hand.

Ye Mo grasped it.

"It's my luck to be able to work with you," Bale said. "I still dream about your Joker."

Ye Mo smiled.

"I accept your words."

At that moment, a young lighting technician squeezed through.

"Ye, now that you're back in China, will we still be able to learn kung fu from you?"

People around him laughed at him.

"You little rascal, what's gotten into you so much for Chinese kung fu?"

The lighting technician scratched his head.

"You don't understand."

"Last month, I ran into some trouble at a bar."

"Three drunk men surrounded me, ready to attack."

"I don't know where I got the guts, but I just used the 'Chinese-style opening move' that Ye taught me."

"As a result, the three people on the other side were completely stunned."

"They just stared at me blankly, and no one dared to come forward."

"Later, the boss came out and persuaded the person to leave."

Everyone's eyes widened in astonishment.

"Really? That starting stance?"

"Really!" the lighting technician said. "He just stood there, waved his hand, and those three drunks were completely stunned."

"I thought about it later, and that's what makes Chinese Kung Fu so powerful."

"No need to fight, just the stance alone is enough to intimidate people."

Ye Mo laughed out loud after hearing this.

"A Chinese-style opening move, and it's this effective?"

"Yes!" the lighting technician said earnestly. "Now I believe it. Chinese Kung Fu is unfathomable."

"Ye, could you teach us a few more moves?"

Ye Mo looked at the group of people and nodded.

"Alright, on the last day, I'll teach you something practical."

After finishing work that day, Ye Mo called everyone to an open space.

He taught it again, even more attentively than usual.

From standing meditation to spreading hands, and then to the move of "using someone's strength to throw them."

He taught until dark.

A few days later, Ye Mo boarded a plane back to China.

After more than ten hours, we landed in Yanjing.

Sister Zhang came to pick him up.

"Wang Chuanjun has been waiting for you on set all morning," said Sister Zhang.

He said he wouldn't go home until he saw you.

Ye Mo's heart skipped a beat.

"Let's go see him first."

The car drove to the preparatory group for "All or Nothing".

Ye Mo pushed open the door and immediately saw Wang Chuanjun.

Wang Chuanjun sat in the corner, his back to the door.

He had lost a lot of weight; he looked like he had shrunk a size.

His shoulders were slumped, his head was slightly lowered, and he remained motionless.

Ye Mo walked over and called out.

"Send word to the army."

Wang Chuanjun turned his head.

That face was dark yellow with prominent cheekbones.

His eye sockets were deep-set, but his pupils were frighteningly bright.

The stubble around his mouth grew in a messy, unruly manner.

He looked exactly like someone who had just been released from a detention center.

Ye Mo looked at him for two seconds, then couldn't help but laugh.

"Chuanjun, are you going on an inspection tour or to spend time in jail?"

Wang Chuanjun paused for a moment, then smiled.

"Director Ye, please stop teasing me."

"Looking like this, people will avoid me when I go out."

Ye Mo walked over and patted him on the shoulder.

"You've lost a lot of weight."

"I lost 20 pounds," Wang Chuanjun said. "But it was worth it."

Ye Mo looked at him.

"Ready?"

Wang Chuanjun raised his head, and the light in his eyes was frighteningly bright.

"Ready."

"I've completely internalized Manager Lu."

Ye Mo looked at him and nodded.

"Okay, now that you've said that, I feel more at ease."

Wang Chuanjun grinned, revealing a smile.

That smile carried a hint of Manager Lu's style.

Ye Mo saw it all and understood what was going on.

This show is in the bag.

......

P.S.: I've seen many readers requesting extra chapters, so here's the deal: for every 0.1 point increase in rating, I'll add three extra chapters. Starting next month, I'll also add chapters irregularly, as I've been very busy this month, trying my best to keep updating. These irregular chapter additions next month won't conflict with the rating-based bonuses. Let's go, brothers!!!