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

On the set of "Infernal Affairs".

Halfway through filming in the afternoon, Huang Qiusheng sat in a corner folding chair, legs crossed, with an unlit cigarette between his fingers.

Lin Jiadong passed by and glanced at it.

"Brother Qiusheng, you've had this cigarette in your hand for half an hour, are you going to smoke it or not?"

"I don't smoke."

"Then why are you wearing it like that?"

"Gain weight."

Lin Jiadong was stunned.

"Can smoking cause weight gain?"

"I quit smoking for three months and gained eight pounds." Huang Qiusheng put a cigarette in his mouth, took a dry drag, and said, "I'm just dangling it in my mouth now to fool people."

Lin Jiadong opened his mouth, unsure of what to say.

Andy Lau, who was adding his lines on the side, looked up when he heard this.

"Qiu Sheng, if you really have gained eight pounds, it's not because you quit smoking—it's because of that salted fish and chicken fried rice you order at the tea restaurant downstairs every day after work."

"I haven't ordered that in ages!"

"Yes, you changed it to curry pork chop the day before yesterday."

Several stagehands nearby were trying not to laugh.

Ye Mo squatted in front of the monitor watching the playback, his shoulders trembling.

Huang Qiusheng took the cigarette out of his mouth and pointed at Andy Lau.

"Andy Lau, you're great in every way, except you're too good at telling the truth."

I tell the truth because if I lie, it will be obvious.

"That's true—you're a different person when you're acting and when you're doing interviews."

The whole audience burst into laughter.

Just as Ye Mo was about to reply, his phone vibrated.

He took it out and looked at it—Hong Jinbao.

Ye Mo stood up, walked to the corner, and pressed the answer button.

"Big brother."

"Ye Mo!" Sammo Hung's voice boomed from the receiver, full of energy, "The wrap party for 'SPL' is tonight at the East Sea Restaurant in Tsim Sha Tsui, at eight o'clock. You have to be there."

"Brother, I'm here—okay, I'll come over after I finish work."

"Don't be late! Chenglong is coming tonight too. He visited Yuan Kui on set before and saw you once. He praised you to me. Come here, I'll formally introduce you."

Ye Mo held his phone, stunned for a moment.

Chenglong.

"Did you hear me?"

"I heard you, brother. Eight o'clock, Donghai Restaurant."

"Okay, I'm hanging up."

Hung Kam-po's phone call ended as abruptly as anyone else's.

Ye Mo put his phone back in his pocket.

Huang Qiusheng walked over, but he didn't know where he had thrown the cigarette.

"Hung Kam-pao?"

"Um."

"Is his movie 'SPL' wrapping up filming tonight?"

"right."

Huang Qiusheng nodded, then suddenly asked an unrelated question.

"Your dark circles have gotten so bad lately they're practically down to your chin, you know that, right?"

"……Know."

"After filming, go back and wash your face and change your clothes. Young people shouldn't push themselves too hard; your life is your own."

Ye Mo looked at him.

Huang Qiusheng had already turned and left.

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8 PM.

Tung Hoi Restaurant, Tsim Sha Tsui.

The banquet hall on the third floor was brightly lit, with six round tables covered with white tablecloths.

A red banner with yellow lettering was stretched out in front of them—"Wrap-up Banquet for 'Sha Po Lang'".

Hung Kam-po sat in the center of the main table, surrounded by a group of people.

He was the producer and lead actor of the film. He was the most important person on set, but also the busiest. People came to toast him from one side and congratulate him from the other. He held a glass in one hand and patted his shoulder with the other, and his mouth never stopped.

"Big brother! Director Ye! Congratulations on wrapping up filming!"

"Same to you! When did you arrive? How did the explosion scene go last week?"

"I almost got hit by the shards, luckily I dodged in time."

"A good actor is one who can dodge quickly! If you're alive, everything else is fine."

When Hung Kam-po laughed, his voice was so loud it shook the whole table.

Just then, a commotion broke out at the doorway.

A man wearing a dark polo shirt walked in.

He was not tall, but his steps were quick and powerful, and he had a signature smile on his face. He was accompanied by three assistants.

The air in the entire banquet hall froze for half a second.

Then it exploded.

"Uncle Jackie Chan is here!"

"It really is Chenglong!"

"Holy crap, I knew there was a big shot coming tonight!"

As soon as Chenglong entered, he clasped his hands in a fist salute, bowing to both sides, his eyes narrowing into slits with a smile.

"Congratulations on wrapping up filming! Congratulations! This movie of yours is definitely going to be a hit—I'm telling you, anyone who doesn't believe me can come find me."

Hung Kam-po stood up from the main table and burst into laughter.

"If you come, it'll explode! Whether you want to or not, it'll explode!"

The two hugged each other and patted each other on the back.

Several young actors stood there, unsure of what to do with their hands.

A stuntman playing a supporting role took out his phone and frantically switched to the camera.

Another actor next to him whispered, "What are you doing?"

"Selfie."

"With whom?"

"I'd still film with Uncle Jackie Chan—even if he didn't know me."

Zeng Zidan came over from the side, wearing a black shirt and standing upright, clearly a trained fighter.

He whispered something in Hung Kam-po's ear, and Hung Kam-po glanced towards the door.

"Ye Mo hasn't arrived yet? It's past eight o'clock."

Before he could finish speaking...

Ye Mo pushed the door open and came in.

He changed into a clean white T-shirt, his hair was washed, and his dark circles were still heavy, but he was in good spirits.

Upon entering, I was immediately struck by the scene before me—six tables were bustling with people, with Sammo Hung, Shing Lung, and Tsang Chim-tung sitting in the very center, a large red banner with bold characters, and the lights were blindingly bright.

"Ye Mo!"

Sammo Hung waved to him, as if he were directing traffic.

Ye Mo walked over quickly.

"Brother, I'm sorry I'm late—we finished work late in Yuen Long, and there was traffic on the road."

Hung Kam-po waved his hand dismissively: "It's alright! It's good that you're here—come over here, let me introduce you to someone."

He stepped aside, making way for Chenglong.

"Junior brother, this is Ye Mo. Ye Mo, Cheng Long—Uncle Long, you two should have met before, right?"

Chenglong chuckled.

"Yes, I have seen him. Last time I visited the set of Yuan Kui, Ye Mo was playing the villain Fu Guang. I watched that fight scene—the young man has a good foundation in martial arts and he works very hard on set."

Ye Mo bowed slightly, his tone very even.

"Uncle Long, I was so nervous when you came to the set that I almost forgot my lines, but my action scenes are still far inferior to yours."

"You're good because you acted well. I've visited so many sets, and there aren't many young actors I can watch from beginning to end. You're one of them."

After Cheng Long finished speaking, he picked up the teacup on the table, took a sip, and then pointed at Ye Mo with his finger.

"But that Fu Guang of yours, his eyes are too sinister. After seeing him that day, I kept thinking on my way back—is this young man a villain? I was relieved when he came in and greeted me; he's a good guy."

Hung Kam-po burst into laughter.

Zeng Zidan said from the side, "Big Brother specially asked me to postpone the start of the banquet by ten minutes just to wait for him. Ye Mo, you should know that Big Brother has never gone easy on me."

Ye Mo turned his head and nodded to Zeng Zidan.

"Brother Bullet, you're a senior. The reason you're biased towards me is because I'm skinny and look pitiful."

"Is it because I've gained weight?" Hung Kam-pao patted his stomach.

"Big brother, you're strong."

Everyone at the table laughed.

Ye Mo continued, "Brother Zidan, you know I've taken on three films—it's not that I don't want to come, it's that I'm really afraid I won't be able to. But once you call, I don't care about anything else. I have to come to your wrap party, even if it's a night shoot."

Hung Kam-po gave a satisfied "hmm".

Zeng Zidan nodded as well: "That's the right attitude."

Cheng Long glanced at Ye Mo and suddenly asked a question unrelated to the end of filming.

"You have three films now. How's filming 'Infernal Affairs' going?"

"Just a few more tough games to go."

"What play?"

"The rooftop scene with Brother Hua."

Chenglong was silent for two seconds, as if he was recalling something.

"Liu Weiqiang has a keen eye for talent, casting you as Chen Yongren. I heard you had a scene-sparring session with him on set—I know what kind of person Dehua is; there aren't many actors who can make him take things seriously."

Ye Mo didn't reply.

Hung Kam-po tapped on the table.

"Alright, alright, let's eat first. Ye Mo, sit over there—next to the bullet. Nothing big is happening tonight, just eat and drink well. Your dark circles are worse than the panda my third uncle keeps lately. Don't drink too much tonight, eat more."

"Thank you, Brother Xie."

Ye Mo sat down next to Zeng Zidan.

The banquet hall was bustling with noise and the clinking of glasses.

Chenglong kept holding his wine glass, constantly being toasted by people, making him the center of attention wherever he went.

Hung Kam-po sat in the main seat, and a group of people lined up to toast him. He raised his cup and put it down, then raised it again.

Ye Mo sat at the table, holding a bowl of white rice, constantly picking at it with his chopsticks.

Zeng Zidan watched him from the side.

"You're an interesting person—at the wrap party, everyone else comes to drink and socialize, but you come to eat your money's worth."

"Bullet Bro, I didn't eat lunch today."

Zeng Zidan paused for a moment, then shook his head and smiled.

"Young man," he pushed a plate of char siu towards Ye Mo, "eat more."

During the meal.

Several veteran stuntmen pulled Ye Mo aside and started chatting about the alleyway battle in "SPL: Sha Po Lang".

"Ye Mo, your fight scene was really good—you fought against Brother Bullet and your aura didn't falter."

"Yes, it hurts just watching it."

"I heard that scene took two days to film?"

Ye Mo put down his chopsticks.

"Yes, I had six plasters all over my body after the first day of filming, and I had to apply four more on the second day, but it was worth it."

"I learned more from filming action scenes with Brother Bullet than I did in a year of training on my own."

Zeng Zidan listened from the side without saying a word.

But when he poured the wine, he also poured Ye Mo a drink.

"drink!"

Ye Mo picked it up.

The two cups bumped together.

......