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

The silence in the private room lasted for a few seconds.

Zeng Zidan put down his teacup, glanced at Hong Jinbao, then looked at Ye Mo and spoke.

"Ye Mo, this is Teacher Hong Jinbao, you should know him."

Ye Mo nodded: "Hello, Professor Hong, I've long admired your name."

Hung Kam-po waved his hand, ignoring any polite words.

He picked up his teacup, took a sip, put it down, and stared straight at Ye Mo.

"I'm here today to talk to you about something." Sammo Hung's voice wasn't loud, but every word was clear. "I watched your performance as Feng Yuxiu, and it was good."

Two words. Not bad.

But when spoken by Sammo Hung, those two words carried more weight than a thousand words spoken by others.

Ye Mo's heart skipped a beat, but he didn't show any emotion.

Hung Kam-pao leaned back in his chair, crossed his arms in front of his chest, and continued speaking.

"I invested in a film and spent two years preparing for it, but I haven't been able to find a suitable actor for one of the roles." He paused, "After watching your film today, I think—you could give it a try."

Ye Mo's breath hitched.

Sammo Hung's movies.

A play by the Sammo Hung Stunt Team.

A drama with top-tier resources in the Hong Kong entertainment industry.

He glanced at Zeng Zidan subconsciously. Zeng Zidan sat beside him, his expression unchanged, but the corner of his mouth twitched slightly, as if he had known that Hong Jinbao would say such a thing.

"The bullet is also in this movie," Sammo Hung added. "You've worked together before, so there's no need for you to work on it again."

Ye Mo's mind went blank for a moment.

With Zeng Zidan and a film invested in by Sammo Hung—this cast, this setup, these resources are something countless actors would kill to get into.

He opened his mouth, as if to say something, but his throat was a little dry.

Zeng Zidan spoke up from the side: "Teacher Hong rarely takes the initiative to ask people out. You're lucky that he took a liking to you."

Ye Mo took a deep breath, suppressing the excitement in his heart.

"Mr. Hong, thank you for giving me this opportunity." He paused, "I'd like to ask about this role..."

"We'll discuss the specifics when you get to Hong Kong," Sammo Hung interrupted him. "It's hard to explain now; we'll have to do the audition to decide. I'm just giving you a heads-up so you have a general idea."

Ye Mo nodded.

He knew the unwritten rules of the industry—just because a big shot approaches you doesn't mean the role is yours.

He's only on the shortlist; whether he gets the role depends on the audition.

But just getting on this list is something many people would kill for.

"Don't worry about the pay, I won't treat you unfairly." Sammo Hung picked up his teacup. "I've inquired about your current market rate. Coming here, you won't earn less than you are now."

Ye Mo quickly said, "Teacher Hong, the fee is not a problem. It is my honor to work with you."

Hung Kam-po glanced at him, said nothing, but his lips twitched slightly.

Zeng Zidan chimed in from the side, "Ye Mo, do you still have a chance?"

"Yes, there is one. We're just missing one location shot on the grassland. Once that's finished, filming will be complete."

"How long will it take to finish?"

"Hurry up, about a week."

Sammo Hung nodded: "Okay, come to Hong Kong after you finish filming. Call me when you arrive and I'll have someone arrange an audition."

"it is good."

Hung Kam-po stood up and picked up his coat, which was draped over the back of the chair.

"Alright, it's getting late, go back and get some rest." He glanced at Ye Mo. "Remember, don't take any other roles. Wait until things are settled on my end."

Ye Mo felt a chill run down his spine.

This is sealing the deal—and also making a promise.

"I understand, Teacher Hong."

Hung Kam-po nodded, pushed open the door to the private room, and left.

Zeng Zidan stood up and patted Ye Mo on the shoulder.

"You're lucky," he said. "Professor Hong rarely makes invitations, so make the most of it."

"Thanks, Bullet Bro."

"Don't thank me, it's because you acted well." Zeng Zidan put on his coat. "Let's go, I'll take you home."

"No need, I'll take a taxi myself."

"Okay, then be careful on the road."

The two left the private room one after the other.

Ye Mo walked to the door and glanced back at the empty private room.

The tea was still warm, but the person was already gone.

He stood at the door for two seconds, then pushed the door open and went out.

The night breeze in Shanghai was still cool, but his back was covered in sweat.

It wasn't sweat from nervousness, it was sweat from excitement.

Although he hadn't had a late-night snack, Zeng Zidan calling him out was essentially giving him food!

……

It was already 2 a.m. when I got back to the hotel.

After taking a shower, Ye Mo sat on the bed in a bathrobe and took out his phone.

He opened Liu Yifei's chat window and started typing.

"No, you'd never guess what happened tonight."

I sent it, but didn't get a reply.

He posted another message: "Sammo Hung invited me to have a late-night snack."

Still no reply.

"He said he invested in a movie and thought I was suitable for a role in it. Zeng Zidan was also in that movie."

Three minutes passed, and there was still no reply.

He thought for a moment, then sent another message: "Go to sleep first, we'll talk tomorrow, goodnight."

After sending the message, he put his phone on the bedside table and lay down.

Staring at the ceiling, his mind kept replaying the words Hung Kam-po.

"I watched your portrayal of Feng Yuxiu, it was good."

"I invested in a movie, but I haven't been able to find suitable actors."

"You can give it a try."

Ye Mo turned over and pulled the blanket over his head.

I still can't sleep.

He simply sat up, turned on his phone, and searched for information about Sammo Hung.

Although he already knew who Sammo Hung was, seeing him now felt completely different.

Sammo Hung is a godfather-like figure in the Hong Kong film industry.

The head of Sammo Hung's stunt team, who has launched the careers of countless action actors.

Producer, director, investor, producer—they control the entire industry chain.

One phone call from him can give a newcomer access to resources that others can't obtain in ten years.

In this circle, some people rely on connections, some on luck, and some on ability.

But with a single sentence from Sammo Hung, he could give you all three.

And now, this person has taken the initiative to ask him out.

Ye Mo put down his phone and lay back down.

The corners of his mouth were turned up.

But he didn't laugh out loud.

Because Sammo Hung said, "Don't take on any other roles. Wait until I've decided on something else."

This means the role hasn't been decided yet.

He also needs to go to Hong Kong for auditions.

They also have to compete with other actors.

I also need to prove myself.

Ye Mo closed his eyes.

One week.

After filming for "Brotherhood of Blades" wraps up, I'll go to Hong Kong.

……

the next morning.

The curtains were drawn, making the room dimly lit.

Liu Yifei was woken up by her phone vibrating.

She groggily reached for her phone and squinted at it.

Ye Mo sent three messages.

The last message was "Goodnight," sent at 2 AM.

The first two—

She sat up abruptly, brought her phone to her eyes, and widened her gaze.

"Sammo Hung invited me to have a late-night snack."

"He said he invested in a movie and thought I was suitable for a role in it. Zeng Zidan was also in that movie."

Liu Yifei's mind went blank for a moment.

Hung Kam-po?

She rubbed her eyes and looked at it again.

That's right, it's Sammo Hung.

She knew all too well what that name meant in the Hong Kong entertainment industry.

Sammo Hung is a major figure in Hong Kong's film industry.

Action films produced by Sammo Hung's stunt team are all classics.

The actors he made famous, from Jackie Chan to Zeng Zidan, from Yuen Biao to Uncle Ying, are all superstars who can carry the box office.

In this industry, being noticed by Sammo Hung is like getting a ticket to the top.

Many actors dream of joining Sammo Hung's stunt team, even if it's just playing a small role, it can be written on their resume for a lifetime.

Now, Hong Jinbao has taken the initiative to contact Ye Mo.

Liu Yifei held her phone, her fingers trembling slightly.

She remembered that just a few months ago, Ye Mo was an extra squatting in a corner in Hengdian eating boxed lunches.

On the set of "Kung Fu Jungle," he carried bottled water, handed cigarettes to the production assistants, and was bossed around by others.

What now?

Sammo Hung invited him out for a late-night snack, saying his acting was "good" and that he would give him a role.

Liu Yifei pressed her phone against her chest and took a deep breath.

She recalled what Liu's mother had said—"Who is he? He's just an extra, he doesn't even have a talent agency."

She recalled her own answer—"Mom, he's very talented, he'll become famous."

When she said that, she wasn't really sure herself.

But now, she is certain.

If even Sammo Hung has taken a liking to Ye Mo, who would dare to call him a "minor character"?

Liu Yifei lowered his head, looked at the two messages on the screen, and slowly the corners of his mouth turned up.

She typed a line of text and sent it.

"Are you sure you're not dreaming?"

After sending it, she thought for a moment and added another sentence.

"Sammo Hung...that's Sammo Hung!!!"

It was followed by a string of exclamation marks, even more than last night.

......