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

Hong Kong, Tseung Kwan O.

The filming studio for "Infernal Affairs" was set up in the old Shaw Brothers studio.

The exterior walls have been renovated, but the corridor still retains the tile patterns from the 1990s.

When Ye Mo and Zhang Yuan arrived, the stagehands were moving light stands at the entrance.

Ah Qiang—that's the burly man from the Hong family stunt team who picked me up at the airport last time.

Upon seeing Ye Mo from afar, she ran down the steps, took the suitcase from Zhang Yuan's hand, and called out, "Teacher Ye, this way please."

Zhang Yuan followed behind, adjusted her glasses, and whispered, "The people from the Hong Kong Stunt Team call you 'teacher'?"

"We got to know each other well while filming 'SPL: Sha Po Lang'," Ye Mo said.

Zhang Yuan didn't say anything, but she was already reassessing her own importance as the new boss.

There were already seven or eight people sitting in the lounge.

When Ye Mo pushed open the door, the first person he saw was Andy Lau.

He sat on the sofa by the window, flipping through a well-worn script. He looked up when he heard the door open and nodded slightly to Ye Mo.

It wasn't a polite nod; it was the kind of scrutiny that comes from having seen so many people on set, so you observe first and then judge.

Fifty-three-year-old Andy Lau is extremely well-preserved, with almost no signs of aging on his face. Dressed in a simple white shirt and black trousers, he looks like all the classic roles he has played are superimposed on each other—the man who played chess with Yoyo Mung in "Running Out of Time," and Wah Dee who rode a motorcycle and had a nosebleed in "A Moment of Romance."

In his previous life, Ye Mo watched all of Ye Mo's movies one by one in his rented apartment.

The most self-disciplined actor in the history of Chinese-language cinema, he has been famous for thirty years without a single blemish.

After the age of forty, his acting began to lose its idol appeal, and he became more and more serious in his roles.

But he himself never puts on airs.

The crew members on set called him Brother Hua, and he ate boxed lunches with them.

Zhang Yuan whispered in Ye Mo's ear, "Andy Lau, a four-time Hong Kong Film Awards Best Actor winner, this lineup—"

She didn't finish her sentence.

Because her gaze had already shifted to another person.

Zeng Zhiwei sat opposite Andy Lau, holding a cup of iced lemon tea, the straw flattened in his hand.

He wasn't tall, but he had a very strong presence.

It's not the kind of stiffness that comes from being aloof; it's the kind of stiffness that comes from someone who's been in the underworld for decades and has seen it all.

He debuted at TVB, filmed comedies with Maka and others during his time at Cinema City, and later transitioned to serious dramas. He won the Hong Kong Film Award for Best Supporting Actor for his role in "Divergence". Later, he became a producer and built a deep and extensive network of connections in the Hong Kong entertainment industry.

People in the industry call him "Big Boss," not because he's fierce, but because he's helped so many people.

Wang Zulan was trained by him.

From voice actor to regular cast member on Running Man.

Without Tseng Chih-wei, Wong Cho-lan might still be doing voice acting for cartoons.

Zhang Yuan's gaze flickered back and forth between Andy Lau and Tsang Chi-wai twice before shifting to the side.

Huang Qiusheng leaned against the corner and closed his eyes to rest.

Bald, with a stubble beard, and a pair of rough hands resting on his knees.

He is one of the most underrated actors of the golden age of Hong Kong films. The psychopathic butcher in "The Eight Immortals Restaurant", the gambling cop in "Beast Cops", and the silent bodyguard in "The Mission" - every character seems to have been carved by him.

A two-time Hong Kong Film Awards Best Actor winner, his presence is so strong that he doesn't even need to open his eyes.

Lin Jiadong was sitting next to Huang Qiusheng.

A veteran actor who started his career at TVB, he worked his way up from extras to supporting roles and then to leading roles, his acting skills are as solid as iron.

He was looking down at the script, muttering to himself.

Next to her is Sammi Cheng, a former Hong Kong pop diva turned actress, with a neat short haircut, chatting quietly with Kelly Chen next to her.

Kelly Chen is a singer by profession, tall and aloof, and plays a psychologist in the drama.

Zhang Yuan stood at the door and recognized each of the people one by one. Then she whispered three words in Ye Mo's ear.

"All-Star."

Her voice was very low, but the tremor in her tone was impossible to suppress.

She has mentored TV Kings and Hong Kong Film Awards nominees, but she has never mentored a production crew of this caliber.

Each supporting actor is capable of carrying an entire film on their own.

She turned and glanced at Ye Mo.

Suddenly, she realized something—taking this job might be the best decision she ever made in her career.

Liu Weiqiang stood up from the director's chair and patted the storyboard in his hand.

"Xiao Ye is here, everyone's here. Let's introduce ourselves." He pointed to Ye Mo, "This is Ye Mo, from the mainland, the actor who played Chen Yongren."

There was a moment of silence in the lounge.

It wasn't a deliberate quiet; it was the conditioned reflex of shrewd people.

Huang Qiusheng opened one eye.

Lin Jiadong's fingers, which were turning the pages of the script, stopped.

Jessica Jung's voice trailed off.

Andy Lau's gaze lingered on Ye Mo for two seconds, his expression unchanged, but he tapped the script cover lightly with his finger, seemingly lost in thought.

Chen Yongren.

One of the two male leads, an undercover agent, is the soul of the entire film.

Zhang Jiahui tried, but failed.

Liu Qingyun tried, but failed.

Two of Hong Kong's most powerful figures have both suffered setbacks.

And then this newcomer from mainland China, barely in his early twenties, sits here. Why?

No one said those words aloud, but those three words were written in the eyes of everyone present.

Ye Mo stood up and bowed slightly.

"Hello everyone, I'm Ye Mo. This is my second time filming in the Hong Kong film industry. Please give me your guidance."

His tone was neither humble nor arrogant.

They displayed the politeness of newcomers, but without the stage fright of newcomers.

It wasn't an act; it was the kind of composure he had—he knew exactly who he was and what gave him the right to be sitting there.

Zhang Yuan watched from the sidelines, nodding inwardly.

She has seen too many artists—newcomers bowing and scraping to big names, practically lowering their heads to their knees, while established artists ignore their seniors.

Ye Mo's humility and composure are ingrained in his very being.

Zeng Zhiwei put the iced lemon tea on the table and chuckled.

"Ye Mo—I know you. Zu Lan has told me several times that the day he finished filming Running Man, he dreamed about tearing off name tags—your name tag."

He stood up, walked over to Ye Mo, looked him up and down, then turned to the crowd and said, "This is the guy who's been super popular online lately—'Add Money Bro,' he's gotta pay extra, he's really good, two lines, two iconic scenes, the kind that makes theaters across the country explode simultaneously."

His tone carried the familiarity of a seasoned veteran warming up a young person.

It's not just perfunctory politeness; it's genuine recognition that comes from having truly seen and remembered something.

The expressions on everyone's faces relaxed for a moment.

The name "Brother Jiaqian" is like a key, unlocking a certain lock in the hearts of everyone present.

It turned out to be him, the newcomer who turned rubbing his fingers into a classic performance.

Huang Qiusheng opened his other eye, stared at Ye Mo for two seconds, and his lips twitched.

It wasn't a smile, but rather a subtle, "interesting" micro-expression.

Ye Mo turned to Zeng Zhiwei and bowed slightly: "Teacher Zeng, Brother Zulan told me last time that he wouldn't be where he is today without you, and he's very grateful to you."

Zeng Zhiwei paused for a moment, then laughed.

This time, the laughter wasn't just a warm-up; it came from being touched on the softest spot in my heart.

"That silly kid's doing pretty well now, a regular on Running Man." He patted Ye Mo on the shoulder, lowering his voice slightly. "You're not bad either, a newcomer to this group, do your best."

Ye Mo nodded.

Then he turned around and walked towards Andy Lau.

"Brother Wah, I grew up watching your shows. I've watched the scene in 'Running Out of Time' where you and Yoyo Mung are playing chess at least ten times. There are no lines in that scene; it's all about your eyes. You didn't say a single word from beginning to end, but the audience understood everything."

Andy Lau looked up at him.

Everyone present understood the significance of that statement.

Praising an actor as "handsome" is unprofessional, and praising him as "famous" is just polite talk.

But praising a scene with no dialogue but just eye contact is something only someone who has truly studied acting can say.

Ye Mo wasn't flattering him; he was telling Andy Lau, "I've seen your movies, I've analyzed your performances, I know which of your scenes is the best, and I'm serious."

Andy Lau nodded slightly.

"Thank you. Feng Yuxiu, I watched it too. That real fight—you were really fighting."

The two looked at each other for a second.

Then Andy Lau reached out and shook hands with Ye Mo.

It's not a senior's perfunctory attitude towards a junior; it's an equal recognition from actor to actor.

Zhang Yuan pushed up her glasses, her expression calm, but in her mind she had already done two rounds of mental calculations—this new boss was not afraid of dealing with this group of movie stars at all.

Ye Mo continued walking to the side.

When you get to Huang Qiusheng, call him Brother Qiusheng.

When you get to Lin Jiadong, call him Brother Jiadong.

When you get to Jessica Jung, call her "Jessica Sister".

When you approach Chen Huilin, call her Sister Huilin.

Everyone was called by the correct name, and everyone mentioned one of their most recent works.

It's not about memorizing information; it's about truly reading and remembering it accurately.

As Lin Jiadong took the outstretched hand, he whispered, "Zhang Jiahui told me about you."

Ye Mo paused for a moment.

"What did he say?"

"He said that on the day of your audition, Director Liu praised you, saying, 'Zhang Jiahui is right to play Chen Yongren, but Ye Mo is the real Chen Yongren.'" Lin Jiadong looked into his eyes. "Zhang Jiahui doesn't usually praise people."

Ye Mo didn't reply.

"So I want to see what kind of ability this person has that makes him say such things. You have to prove in the very first scene that you're not in this position because of popularity." Lin Jiadong's tone was very light, but every word he spoke was substantial.

"I will," Ye Mo said.

It wasn't a soft, insincere promise; it was a statement of facts.

Lin Jiadong looked at him, paused for a moment, and then reached out and shook hands with Ye Mo.

It wasn't a polite pat on the shoulder; it was a handshake between men, at eye level.

Zeng Zhiwei watched this scene from the side, took a sip of iced lemon tea, and turned to say something to Andy Lau.

Andy Lau nodded slightly, a slight smile playing on his lips.

Liu Weiqiang stood next to the director's chair and saw everything.

He didn't speak, but simply opened the storyboard and wrote a few words on the first page.

The stagehand next to him peeked over but didn't understand.

He wrote—"You made the right choice."

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