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

a few days later.

The filming location for "The Legend of the Condor Heroes" was an old warehouse in Yuen Long.

The exterior walls hadn't been renovated, and a layer of dark red rust had formed on the corrugated iron roof.

A truck loaded with props was parked at the entrance, and a corner of the canvas was lifted to reveal several prop knives inside.

At nine o'clock in the morning, several stuntmen were squatting at the warehouse entrance eating boxed lunches—rice noodle rolls with iced lemon tea.

A stagehand wearing a headscarf stubbed out his cigarette against the metal wall and called out, "Brother Kui said that so-and-so is coming today."

"Who is it?" The stuntman, who was squatting on the ground, looked up.

"I don't know, but I heard he's a big star, and his salary is ten million."

"Ten million? This film only cost less than twenty million in total, and they're spending half that on one person?" Another stuntman put down his chopsticks, frowning. "Who's worth that much?"

"The villain, the original one ran away, Brother Kui found him at the last minute." The stagehand lowered his voice, "I heard he's from the mainland, his name is something like—Brother Jiaqian."

"Brother Jiaqian?" The stuntman who was squatting stood up. "That Run-ge from 'Brotherhood of Blades'?"

"It's him. I watched it last night. He plays Ding Xiu, and his two lines are legendary."

"Is Ding Xiu going to play the main villain? This movie is going to be interesting. How are his action scenes?" another stuntman chimed in.

"Don't you go online? In his last film, Feng Yuxiu even traumatized Zeng Zidan. That's real skill."

"Not special effects?"

"Special effects my ass. There are behind-the-scenes clips of his filming online. In the final fight scene in the container workshop, Feng Yuxiu actually bent a steel pipe, and his hand was covered in blood. It wasn't a blood pack; it was real."

Amidst the murmurs, a black van pulled up in front of the warehouse.

The car door opened, and Ye Mo got out.

Wearing a black T-shirt and jeans, with no hairspray in her hair, she looked clean and tidy.

There was a moment of silence at the warehouse entrance. Then it exploded.

"Add Money Bro!"

"So Run-ge!"

"Ye Mo! It's Ye Mo himself!"

The stagehand with the headscarf was the first to rush forward, still clutching a half-smoked cigarette in his hand.

Several stuntmen who were stretching their legs nearby also gathered around.

Someone held up their phone and then put it down—not because they didn't want to take a picture, but because Brother Kui wouldn't allow it.

Ye Mo was surrounded by a group of people, and he reached out to shake hands with each of them.

"Hey bro, I've watched that 'add money' ad a dozen times—"

"The part with the smooth texture is even more amazing—"

"Feng Yuxiu is amazing! I always thought you were the main character!"

Just call me Ye Mo.

Ye Mo said as he shook hands with her.

But no one calls him Ye Mo; they all call him Teacher Ye.

Moreover, in Hong Kong, the name "Cheer Up" is practically glued to the wall.

Yuan Kui stood at the warehouse entrance, his arms crossed over his chest.

Standing next to him was a lean man—in his early thirties, with a buzz cut and clean eyes, but the lines of his shoulders and arms stretched his T-shirt too tight.

He stood there without saying a word or joining in the fun, simply watching quietly as Ye Mo was surrounded by a group of martial arts practitioners.

"Ye Mo." Yuan Kui waved to him.

Ye Mo walked through the crowd and bowed slightly.

"Yuan Dao".

"Let's get acquainted first." Yuan Kui pointed to the lean man beside him, "Zhang Jing, your opponent."

Zhang Jing reached out his hand.

The two men held hands.

Ye Mo could feel the calluses on the back of the other person's hand—the kind of hard calluses that only develop from years of rough handling.

Zhang Jing also noticed the calluses on Ye Mo's hands.

The two of them let go at the same time and glanced at each other simultaneously.

"I've seen your action scenes," Zhang Jing said.

His voice wasn't loud, and he spoke slowly, "You really hit me."

"The same to you."

The conversation between the two ended there.

But those around them could see it—they had accepted each other.

It's not just polite talk; it's the unspoken understanding between martial arts practitioners that requires no words.

Yuan Kui watched this scene from the side, a faint smile appearing on his lips.

One week later.

Ye Mo's schedule has changed to this.

I arrived at the Infernal Affairs dressing room at 6:30 in the morning and finished filming my scenes for the day.

I arrived in Yuen Long before 3 p.m. to film the action scenes for "The Legend of the Condor Heroes," and returned to the hotel after 10 p.m. to review the script.

One day in between, Zhang Yuan signed him to a cameo role in a film, though it wasn't a big part.

But the pay was quite good—because the director specifically requested that Qian Ge (the actor's nickname) receive more money.

Three plays, three roles, three different personalities.

Chen Desheng once told him that the most difficult thing for an actor is not to play one role well, but to play three roles well at the same time.

He did not refute it.

But he did it.

On set, when Ah Ling was removing his makeup, she suddenly said, "Xiao Ye, you should put some eye drops in your eyes to remove the redness."

Zhang Yuan watched as Ye Mo removed Chen Yongren's makeup and then applied the villain's makeup herself, the whole process flowing smoothly.

She remembered what Hung Kam-po had said—this kid is destined for great things.

Now she wants to add: But before achieving great things, he first turned himself into a machine.

That afternoon.

Ye Mo was filming a chase scene on the set of "The Legend of the Condor Heroes".

The temperature inside the Yuen Long warehouse soared to 36 degrees Celsius, and the corrugated iron roof was so hot that touching it could cause your skin to peel.

Ye Mo and Zhang Jing were filming their third fight scene. The two fought their way from the warehouse to the open space outside, knocking over a row of prop racks.

Sweat soaked through the costume, making it look like it had just been pulled out of the washing machine.

Just then, a commotion broke out at the entrance to the film set.

It wasn't just one or two people whispering to each other; it was a whole group of people looking towards the door at the same time.

Someone dropped their phone, picked it up, and dropped it again.

A young man from the props team accidentally burned the back of his hand when his cigarette fell out of his mouth. He yelled, but his eyes remained fixed on the doorway.

Ye Mo withdrew his attack and turned around at the same time as Zhang Jing.

There was a person standing at the door.

He was in his fifties, with a thick head of black hair, wearing a white polo shirt with the sleeves rolled up to his elbows.

The wrinkles on his face piled up when he smiled, but his eyes were very bright—the kind of bright that comes from someone who hadn't left the film set for thirty years and still maintained a curiosity about everything.

He was followed by two assistants, but everyone's eyes were only on him.

Chenglong.

It's none other than someone else.

It was Chenglong.

The most recognizable face of Chinese-language cinema on a global scale.

Recipient of the Hollywood Lifetime Achievement Award.

From "Drunken Spring" to "Police Story" to "Rumble in the Bronx" and then to "Rush Hour," he used his own bones to bring kung fu movies from Hong Kong to the world.

He didn't need a stunt double to jump off the building. He broke his spine and almost became paralyzed. When the cartilage in his knee was worn away, he got injections and continued jumping.

The global box office has exceeded 20 billion RMB.

His name is known in any country.

Hung Kam-po called him his junior brother.

Yuan Kui called him Brother Long.

Everyone in the industry calls him by the respectful title "Uncle Long".

This is the person standing at the entrance of the film set.

The entire film set erupted in cheers.

"Uncle Jackie Chan? Uncle Jackie Chan?!"

"It really is Uncle Jackie Chan—"

"Uncle Jackie Chan is visiting the set? My God, what's he doing here—"

"Haven't you heard? He's Kui's fellow disciple—hey, get out of my way—"

"I grew up watching his movies; he's even more kind-hearted in real life than on screen—"

Ye Mo stood still, his hands hanging at his sides, but his heart was racing.

It wasn't the excitement of seeing a celebrity.

He has met Andy Lau, Wong Chau-sing, and Tsang Chi-wai.

But Chenglong is different.

He grew up watching Cheng Long's movies.

In his past life, when he was working as an extra in Hengdian, there was a poster of "Police Story" on the wall of his rented room.

The poster had long since yellowed, and the edges were curled up.

But he never tore it up.

That's a belief.

Now faith stands at the door.

Yuan Kui had already strode forward to greet him.

The two shook hands and patted each other on the shoulder.

There was no need for small talk between them—they were fellow disciples who had practiced together since childhood, and some things didn't need to be said.

Cheng Long and Yuan Kui exchanged a few words, then Cheng Long's gaze swept across the film set before settling on Ye Mo.

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