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

Chapter 75 Uncle Long's popularity is really high!

Chenglong's gaze lingered on Ye Mo.

It's not the kind of scrutiny you give and then look away from.

He stood still, looked at her from head to toe, then turned back to her face and looked at her again.

Then he turned his head and said something to Yuan Kui.

Yuan Kui followed his gaze and smiled.

He waved to Ye Mo.

"Ye Mo, come here."

Ye Mo handed the prop knife to the stuntman next to him and walked through the crowd.

He felt all eyes on his back.

Those gazes weren't scrutinizing—they were envious.

It's that kind of envy, like "Brother Kui took the initiative to invite you to see Uncle Long, what kind of luck do you have?"

He stopped in front of Chenglong and bowed slightly.

"Hello, Uncle Long."

Yuan Kui gestured and introduced, "This is our crew's number one villain, Ye Mo, from the mainland. He's the incredibly popular 'Brother Jiaqian' lately, and he's also Feng Yuxiu. The character Ah Jie that Big Brother used in 'Sha Po Lang' last time—that's him."

Chenglong nodded.

Then he said something that surprised Ye Mo.

"I've seen it."

Ye Mo was taken aback.

Chenglong has seen him? When? Where?

Chenglong looked at him, his eyes bright, and the wrinkles at the corners of his mouth formed a kind smile.

"I've seen your movies, the 'Add Money Guy' in 'Brotherhood of Blades'—he needs to pay extra, and he's very well-endowed."

He laughed first when he said "very moist," the kind of laugh that an elder can't help but laugh when a younger person makes a witty remark.

"There's also 'Kung Fu Jungle,' directed by Feng Yuxiu, which not only distinguishes between the skilled and the unskilled but also determines life and death."

Ye Mo opened his mouth.

Uncle Jackie has seen his movies.

I didn't hear it from someone else.

It's not about watching edited clips.

It's the kind of watching where you sit in a movie theater or in your home theater and watch it from beginning to end.

He remembered each character's lines—Feng Yuxiu's "It not only distinguishes between superiors and inferiors, but also decides life and death."

I memorized all of Ding Xiu's phrases: "I have to pay more" and "It's very smooth."

The person who stepped out of the yellowed poster on the wall of the rented room, the person he had looked up to countless times when he was an extra in Hengdian in his previous life, was now standing in front of him.

He accurately recited the lines of every character he had played.

"Uncle Long, you flatter me."

Ye Mo stood up straight, his tone carrying the sincerity of a student handing in their paper to a teacher.

"I didn't expect you to have seen my movies. I watched the scene in 'Police Story' where Chan Ka-kui jumps from the seventh floor of the mall at least fifty times when I was a kid. And the scene in 'Rumble in the Bronx' where you chase the hovercraft—at that time I was wondering if this person was really not afraid of death. Later I found out that you really fell and your knee cartilage was gone."

Chenglong listened.

It wasn't just polite "uh-huh, thank you"; he was genuinely listening.

Some people remember the building he jumped from thirty years ago, and the bones he broke. They don't see it as an action scene, but as a matter of life and death.

That scene was filmed twice.

Chenglong said in a very soft tone, as if he had returned to that afternoon.

"The first take was from the wrong angle, and the cameraman didn't keep up. The second time, when I jumped down, my left leg landed first, and my knee hit the concrete directly. When I stood up, I thought my bones were broken, but the film wasn't broken, and that take was good."

Ye Mo listened.

The three-year gap between the two people narrowed in that moment.

Like him, Uncle Long also worked his way up from the bottom, experiencing setbacks, pain, and getting back up only to fall again.

The only difference is that Uncle Jackie Chan's fall was his physical body, while his fall was the fall of his character.

The crew members around them were stunned.

"Uncle Long and Ye Mo have been talking for almost ten minutes—who does Uncle Long usually talk to for this long when he visits the set?"

"Didn't you hear me? Uncle Long has watched all of Ye Mo's movies, every single one. He even watched Feng Yuxiu and Ding Xiu's movies. Do you know how many movies Uncle Long watches in a year? He doesn't have time to watch newcomers. But he watched Ye Mo's movies, every single one of them. That's recognition."

The production assistant with the headscarf shook his head with a complicated expression: "I thought Brother Jiaqian was just popular online, but I didn't expect Uncle Jackie to acknowledge him. How many actors in all of Hong Kong can get Uncle Jackie to stop and talk to them?"

"Stop talking. I don't think his ten million dollar salary is expensive at all. Uncle Jackie Chan personally came to visit the set—that's something you can't buy even for ten million dollars."

Cheng Long and Yuan Kui exchanged a few words, and Cheng Long patted Ye Mo on the shoulder.

"Perform well. There aren't many newcomers like you these days—you can count the number of young people who can do real kung fu without a stunt double on one hand."

He took a step back and glanced at Ye Mo one last time.

"Perhaps we'll have the opportunity to collaborate in the future."

Then he left.

The figure in the white polo shirt disappeared at the warehouse entrance.

Before the assistant followed, he glanced back at Ye Mo, a look that suggested the boss was making a lasting impression.

Ye Mo stood there, feeling something burning in his chest.

It's not the ecstatic joy of a windfall, but the kind of emotion that comes from finally hearing someone you watched jump off a building say "not bad" after struggling and fighting your way through life.

Faith may not respond to you.

But Chenglong responded.

He took out his phone.

He took a picture of the empty tin shed by the entrance—not a selfie, but the spot where he and Chenglong had just been talking, the corner, the prop rack, and the lighting.

He posted this photo on Weibo with a very short caption:

"Today I met a senior who represents my childhood and is also my guiding principle."

Zhang Yuan sat on the chair next to her and pushed up her glasses.

She opened Weibo—Ye Mo's number of followers had exceeded five million.

The "Add Money Bro" meme propelled him to the highest point below the first tier of fame.

The comment section exploded the moment she clicked on it.

Deng Chao was the first to retweet: "Holy crap, Uncle Long!"

It was accompanied by three explosion emojis.

Wang Zulan reposted Deng Chao's post: "Ye Mo, are you going to collaborate with Uncle Long? Just so you know I'm coming to visit the set!"

Liu Yifei liked the post, but didn't share or comment.

The fan comments were even more outrageous.

The first comment with over a thousand likes was: "That guy in the picture? Cheng Long! Ye Mo, are you going to collaborate with Uncle Long? Tell me!"

The style gets even more chaotic from here on out.

"So, is Ye Mo going to collaborate with Uncle Long next? This hint is too obvious, isn't it?"

"I just saw a leaked photo on Weibo. Ye Mo is standing next to Uncle Long. It's just their backs. Someone took the picture. Is it real?"

"You can recognize him from behind? Ye Mo only wears those few T-shirts."

"Regarding the details of his fingers, he posted photos from the set before, showing calluses on his index finger, which were also visible in that photo of his back."

Ye Mo scrolled through a few comments and a slight smile appeared on his lips.

My phone vibrated.

Deng Chao sent a screenshot via private message—Liu Yifei's Weibo homepage, with a small red heart next to the lotus flower in her profile picture.

It's not the large size, it's the small size.

But Deng Chao seemed unaware.

He flipped his phone over and placed it face down on his lap, stood up, and walked towards Zhang Jing.

"Continue rehearsing?"

Zhang Jing looked at him and remained silent for a moment.

Then he nodded.

The two walked back to the center of the warehouse.

Yuan Kui shouted from behind the monitor, "On your marks!" Ye Mo gripped the prop knife tightly.

There are three screenings of "Infernal Affairs" tomorrow.