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

the other side.

Ye Mo was leaning against the headboard, scrolling through Weibo.

The comments section is completely out of control.

The hashtag #AddMoneyBrother# has garnered over 100 million views.

He chuckled at the screen.

My phone suddenly vibrated.

Three words popped up on the screen: Chen Desheng.

Ye Mo answered the call.

"Director Chen."

"Ye Mo! Congratulations!" Chen Desheng's voice was always loud and clear.

Even over the phone, I could picture him sitting behind the monitor yelling "Action!" "I went to see 'Brotherhood of Blades' last night, and it costs extra—how did you come up with that? The producer sitting next to me was laughing so hard he choked on his Coke."

"Director Chen, please don't flatter me. It was just something I came up with on the spot. I'm already grateful that Director Lu didn't scold me."

"Scold you? Lu Yang called me this morning and praised you for a full twenty minutes. He said you're the most worry-free actor he's ever met—no, the most adept at handling things." Chen Desheng chuckled twice, then changed the subject, "Let's get down to business—you're famous now, do you know how many people are watching you? I just got a call from Lao Zhang."

"Which Old Zhang?"

"Zhang Jiawei, the director of 'Shanghai Storm,' asked me to ask you if you are available in a month. Their crew starts filming next month, and the second male lead has run into trouble. He wants you to fill in."

Ye Mo was taken aback.

"Director Zhang?"

"Yes, the salary is not a problem. He asked me to tell you to double the current market price."

Ye Mo remained silent for two seconds.

"Director Chen, could you please tell Director Zhang that I appreciate his high regard for me, but I really don't have the time. Director Liu Weiqiang's project starts filming next month, and I've already taken the lead role."

There was silence on the other end of the phone.

"Liu Weiqiang?" Chen Desheng's voice rose a beat. "The Liu Weiqiang from 'Young and Dangerous' and 'Storm Riders'?"

"right."

"The male lead?"

"Male lead."

"Damn it." Chen Desheng slammed his hand on something—maybe a table, maybe his thigh—the crisp sound coming through the receiver. "Do you know what Liu Weiqiang won for his last film? The Hong Kong Film Awards, Best Actor—so many top Hong Kong actors can't even get in, and you won it? Why didn't you say so sooner?"

"It was just finalized not long ago." Ye Mo smiled. "You see, it's not that I don't want to take Director Zhang's role, it's just that we really clashed."

"Good job, that was perfect." Chen Desheng's voice didn't betray any displeasure at being rejected; instead, it was genuine joy. "I told you, back in Hengdian, the moment I saw you, I knew you were capable. During Feng Yuxiu's audition, when you banged your head against the steel pipe, I knew—this guy could make it."

"Director Chen, everything I have is thanks to you. You're the one who used my things to help Feng Yuxiu. Without you, I'd still be playing minor roles in Hengdian."

"Don't give me that." Chen Desheng said with a laugh.

"I gave you a chance, but you fucking lived up to it. There are thousands of extras, but how many can make a supporting role into a memorable scene? In this scene of 'Brotherhood of Blades,' Ding Xiu's screen time combined might not even be half that of Nie Yuan, but who did the audience across the country remember? Brother Jiaqian, that's real skill."

Ye Mo didn't reply, he just smiled.

"Alright, I've replied to Lao Zhang for you, but there's something I need to remind you of." Chen Desheng's tone suddenly became serious. "You're famous now, and invitations will be flying in like snowflakes—movies, TV series, variety shows, endorsements—you can't handle all of them on your own right now. Do you know how much effort it took for me to call you today?"

"What's wrong?"

"I first called your number from last time, but it was disconnected. Then I called the email address you left on Weibo, but no one answered. Finally, I found your WeChat account in my contacts, called it, and it went through. I only breathed a sigh of relief when you answered." Chen Desheng sighed. "Ye Mo, you should find an agent."

Ye Mo leaned against the headboard and switched his phone to the other hand.

"I know."

"If you know, hurry up and find someone. You're not playing minor roles anymore. You can't handle everything by yourself. You're the male lead in Liu Weiqiang's new movie. Your schedule, salary, contract, publicity, legal affairs—if anyone takes advantage of any of these, it will be a huge problem. Even if you don't want to sign with a company, you at least need someone to answer the phone for you."

"Director Chen, I understand. I'll do it as soon as possible."

"Don't rush, get it done in the next few days." Chen Desheng's tone left no room for negotiation. "Alright, I'm not talking to you anymore, I have to go to the film set. You hurry up and find your agent, or I'll have to go through three rounds of detours when I call next time."

"understood."

After hanging up the phone, Ye Mo held it in his hand.

Chen Desheng is right—he really should find an agent.

The people who are contacting him now include those who genuinely want to cooperate, those who want to ride his coattails, and those who want to take advantage of his lack of a team to dig traps in the contract terms.

He can't possibly handle everything on his own.

He thought for a moment and then called Liu Yifei.

It rang three times, then I answered.

"Hey, bro, you're calling me on your own initiative? The sun must have risen in the west." Liu Yifei's voice was laced with laughter.

"I have something important to tell you."

"Serious business? Go ahead."

"Director Chen just called me. Another director has asked me to act in his movies." Ye Mo leaned against the headboard. "He said I should find an agent. He called me three times, but my number is disconnected, and no one is replying to my email."

"You should have changed that number a long time ago, right? The producer of Running Man was frantically trying to contact you last time."

"So I'd like to discuss this with you."

Liu Yifei was silent for a second.

"You don't need to worry about the agent; I'll take care of it."

"you?"

"Yes, it's someone I know. Don't worry, they're reliable and keep their mouths shut. They won't sell you out." Liu Yifei's tone carried a natural certainty. "You think I've really only been filming for the past year or so? I know which agents in the industry are good and which are bad. Wait for my news in Yanjing."

Ye Mo held his phone, a pang of tenderness crossing his heart.

"OK."

"Alright." Liu Yifei's tone suddenly rose. "This is a small matter; I can handle it with just one phone call."

"You're amazing."

"So, you're only finding out now?" Her laughter drifted through the receiver, then turned serious. "By the way, your popularity hasn't waned these past few days. Have you received many offers for acting roles online?"

"Yes, I received seven or eight offers in two days: three for TV dramas, four for movies, and one for a variety show."

"You rejected them all?"

"I turned it down because of scheduling conflicts—filming for 'Infernal Affairs' starts next month, and I need to thoroughly understand the script before then. Besides, those scripts aren't very good either. One of them asked me to play a noble young master from the Republican era, a noble young master."

Ye Mo repeated himself, his tone as if he had bitten into something that shouldn't have been in his bowl, "My face is fit to play a noble young master?"

"Your face isn't that expensive."

"What's it called?"

"Soldiers, thugs, ronin soldiers, they're definitely not young masters."

"--almost."

"But to be honest," Liu Yifei lowered his voice.

"It's wise of you to turn down roles now. Director Wang Jing once said, 'It's right for a film to bring people along, but it's risky for a person to bring a film along.' The people who are approaching you now are only interested in the popularity of your two famous scenes. After 'Infernal Affairs' comes out, the people who will approach you again will be interested in your Chen Yongren. At that time, you won't be passively accepting roles, but actively choosing them."

Ye Mo was silent for a moment.

You understand things better than I do.

"Nonsense, I debuted many years earlier than you."

The two chatted for a few more minutes before hanging up.

Ye Mo placed his phone on the table and stared at the dense array of unread messages on the screen—dozens of unread WeChat messages and more than a dozen missed calls.

In just two days, the hype only intensified, attracting not only directors and producers but also companies.

Yesterday, a top-three film and television company called. They were very polite, but their message was very clear—they wanted to sign him, and the terms were negotiable.

Ye Mo neither refused nor agreed.

He said he would think about it.

After hanging up the phone, he made a list in his mind—there aren't many companies of this caliber in the industry that he could afford to offend.

He can stall, but he can't refuse outright.

My phone vibrated again; it was a new WeChat message.

Liu Yifei: "I've arranged a meeting for you tomorrow afternoon at a coffee shop. You'll find out when you get there."

Ye Mo looked at the message and a smile slowly crept onto his face.

Sunlight streamed through the gaps in the curtains, casting a thin golden line on the ceiling.

It's as bright as the one from yesterday.

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