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

Simultaneously.

The Running Man group chat exploded.

Da Hei Niu posted a screenshot of Ye Mo placing a water basin on a door frame on the show "Go Fighting!", with the caption: "This guy came from our Running Man cast."

Wang Zulan added: "Brother Jiaqian has leveled up now, he's not a killer anymore, he's an assassin."

Chao Ge also commented: "Ye Mo, you're a variety show superstar, aren't you? You become a hit wherever you go!"

They also watched the episodes of Go Fighting!, and to be honest, they were really good.

Especially Ye Mo's performance in it.

Thankfully, he only came as a guest; if he were a regular guest, the two shows would be fighting.

Wang Baoqiang sent a voice message with the background noise of a rickshaw in the streets of Bangkok: "Ye Mo, when are you coming to my place? Si Cheng talks about you every day."

Li Chen and Chen He each gave a thumbs up.

Ye Mo replied: "Baoqiang, you wait, I'll be there in the next couple of days."

I put my phone on the coffee table and remembered something.

We need to get to Chen Sicheng's place quickly.

If this drags on any longer, Zhang Jie's new film schedule will be locked up, and she really won't be able to go to Bangkok.

He pulled up Chen Sicheng's WeChat and typed four words: "Come over these two days."

Chen Sicheng replied instantly: "Send me your plane ticket, I'll have someone pick you up."

Two days later.

Bangkok.

It was as hot as a sauna outside Don Mueang Airport.

Ye Mo dragged his suitcase out of the arrival gate, and a wave of humid air hit him, carrying the smell of gasoline and the aroma of grilled squid.

At the arrivals gate, a Thai guy was holding a sign with three Chinese characters written crookedly: Mr. Ye.

After boarding, we drove through downtown Bangkok.

A short while later, the car stopped in front of a gold shop.

The film set's backdrop is still hanging there: *Detective Chinatown*

Chen Sicheng stood up from behind the monitor.

I've gotten a tan, and my eye sockets look deeper than in the last video.

I just grabbed a couple of handfuls of my hair and looked like I'd been squeezed dry by the tropical sun, but my eyes were still bright.

"Ye Mo!" He strode over, hugged Ye Mo tightly, and patted him on the back several times.

That hand had distinct knuckles, and the force behind the slap was considerable.

Wang Baoqiang jumped out from the side, wearing the floral shirt from the play, with the collar open and dust still on his face.

He lunged at them, nearly knocking both of them down.

"You're finally here! Sicheng and I watch 'Go Fighting!' every day. That water basin, that shower gel, that bamboo charcoal powder—hey, what brand did you use for Bo Ge in the group chat?"

"Industrial grade".

"I knew it!" Wang Baoqiang slapped his thigh, laughing so hard his floral shirt trembled.

Chen Sicheng released Ye Mo and looked him up and down: "You've lost weight, even more than when we were in Tsim Sha Tsui last time."

"It's hot."

"It's not because of the heat, it's because of filming. You're like a man who doesn't care about his life when you're filming."

Ye Mo didn't respond to that sentence.

I looked around the film set.

Several local extras were squatting on the steps in front of the gold shop, a camera assistant was wiping sweat off the lens, and a small fan next to the monitor was whirring.

The entire crew consists of about seventy or eighty people, and everyone is busy.

But the expressions on everyone's faces made it clear that the production team was on a tight budget.

Crew members came over one after another to say hello.

A production assistant ran over, holding a DVD of Ye Mo's performance in "Brotherhood of Blades," looking like he'd won the lottery.

"Mr. Ye, I'm a fan of yours, could you please sign my autograph?"

Ye Mo took the pen and signed his name on the disc.

The stagehand carried the disc away, glancing back every few steps.

It's so beautiful.

A female makeup artist was touching up Wang Baoqiang's foundation, her eyes constantly drifting towards Ye Mo.

The assistant director next to her whispered to her, "What are you looking at? Go ask for an autograph."

She shook her head and continued applying foundation.

After a while, they still came back to ask for it.

Ye Mo also asked the main creators of the production team.

I felt relieved to know that there was a news agency.

This guy is the comedic relief in the show, we can't do without him.

Then.

Chen Sicheng took Ye Mo to the hotel to drop off their luggage.

Passing a fruit stand on the way, Wang Baoqiang casually bought three mangoes and asked the owner to cut them up and put them in a bag.

The hotel is called Tangren Inn, but it is actually a guesthouse converted from a four-story old building.

There was no air conditioning in the lobby, but a floor fan was placed facing the front desk.

There was a sticker on the elevator door that said "For film crew use only".

Ye Mo's room was on the third floor, and there was a page of a script on the bedside table.

"Your character," Chen Sicheng leaned against the doorframe, "is Mr. Li, Si Nuo's adoptive father, a twisted villain."

Ye Mo's lips twitched: "What, do I look like a pervert?"

Hearing this, Chen Sicheng smiled and patted him on the shoulder: "You're a big star these days, so I have to give you a role with a strong contrast, otherwise I'd be doing myself a disservice."

"Okay, tell me what's so perverted about it?"

"On the surface, he's a taciturn middle-aged man who dotes on his adopted daughter, but in reality, he kills everyone who gets close to her. He loves her, but his love is pathological. Can you play that role?"

Ye Mo opened the script.

The first page describes Mr. Li's entrance—sitting in a dimly lit room, looking at a photograph of his adopted daughter.

There are hardly any lines; it's all about the eyes.

"It's a minor issue." He closed the script.

evening.

After finishing their work, the three of them found a stall on the side of the road in Chinatown.

The owner brought out three servings of mango sticky rice and three coconuts.

Wang Baoqiang took two bites and then started muttering to himself.

"Do you know what people in China are saying about Ye Mo now? They call him the 'Variety Show God.' That's what Deng Chao said in the Running Man group chat: 'This guy came from Running Man, and ended up being crowned king on Go Fighting!'"

Chen Sicheng scooped up a spoonful of glutinous rice, chewed it, and then said, "I watched the first episode of Go Fighting! During the midnight trap scene, the comments were all saying 'Brother Jiaqian,' and that industrial-grade bamboo charcoal powder you used is now being sold on Taobao."

Ye Mo smiled and asked, "So, did you buy it?"

"I didn't buy it, I'm not ashamed."

Wang Baoqiang patted Ye Mo's back hard: "Don't worry about whether he bought it or not. You're playing Mr. Li. Do you know how much of a problem you've solved for us? Sicheng spent more than a month looking for an actor for this role. He needed someone who could portray the feeling of someone who looks normal on the surface but is mentally ill on the inside. We looked at several actors but were not satisfied. They were either too forceful or too restrained."

"Until a few nights ago, I watched Go Fighting!" Chen Sicheng continued, poking at the remaining glutinous rice in the plate with the tip of his spoon. "You get up at 4:30 in the morning to set up the water basin and tell the GoPro that you should be polite. Your expression is sincere, gentle, and there is no flaw on the surface, but the things you do are ruthless and decisive. I told myself, this person can play Mr. Li."

"But I'm still a little worried! I'm afraid I'll let your investment down!"

Ye Mo finished drinking the coconut water.

A string of numbers flashed through his mind.

"Detective Chinatown" grossed 823 million.

The box office revenue exceeded 280 million yuan in the first three days of the New Year's Day holiday.

Despite a decline in occupancy rates, the proportion of screenings continued to rise.

Several big-budget films released in the same period were all overshadowed by a low-to-medium budget suspense comedy.

And now, this tanned man is eating a mango on the streets of Thailand, still worried that the film will lose money.

"Sicheng," Ye Mo placed the coconut on the plastic table, "this film won't lose money."

Chen Sicheng looked up at him.

How can you be so sure?

Ye Mo thought for a moment and said, "Because you and Baoqiang are real brothers. Two real brothers getting together to make a movie about brotherhood, you can't fool people with that kind of thing."

He had given Liu Yifei the same reason before.

It wasn't just a perfunctory response; he genuinely believed it.

The cast remains largely unchanged, but they've added their own star power.

It's impossible for it not to become a hit!

Wang Baoqiang stuffed the last spoonful of mango into his mouth and mumbled, "That's right, we won't lose money. My own money is in there too."

Chen Sicheng looked at the two of them.

He didn't say anything.

Drink the last bit of water left in the coconut.

I stood up, walked over to the stall owner, and paid.

When he came back, he patted Ye Mo on the shoulder and then patted Wang Baoqiang on the shoulder.

Wang Baoqiang called out from behind, "Sicheng, where are you going?"

"Go back and revise the script. I want to add more scenes for Ye Mo."

"Pfft!" Ye Mo spat out the coconut water in his mouth.

He's always the one adding his own scenes; this is the first time someone else has added them for him.

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