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

Two days later.

Ye Mo's scenes in "Detective Chinatown" have wrapped up filming.

Five scenes, filmed for one day and played for the next.

At first, the two even said they would take Ye Mo to see the local specialties.

Ye Mo quickly refused; he wouldn't enjoy such a blessing.

Mr. Li's character doesn't have many lines; he relies entirely on his eyes and body language.

After the last scene was filmed, Chen Sicheng stood up from behind the monitor, and without calling "cut," he clapped first.

Wang Baoqiang handed over a bag of dried mangoes from the side, saying it was a Bangkok specialty and he wanted to take it back for himself.

Ye Mo took it and put it in his suitcase, and flew to Guangzhou that afternoon.

The plane landed in the evening.

Ye Mo opened his phone; Zhang Jie's messages had already flooded his WeChat.

"The ratings for the first episode of 'Go Fighting!' are out."

"Ranked first in its time slot, with a national network rating of 1.82 and a market share of 7.3%, almost double that of the second-place show."

"You've surpassed ten million followers on Weibo."

Ye Mo stood in front of the luggage carousel and read the messages over and over again.

1.82, first in the same period, first issue.

He remembered that the ratings for the premiere of "Go Fighting!" in his previous life were not low, but it seemed to be even more impressive in this life.

He scrolled down the screenshots sent by Sister Zhang, and four of them occupied the top ten spots on Weibo's trending topics.

#GoFighting! Premiere#

#YeMo's Dawn Trap#

#Three geniuses, three fools, and one king#

#Zhang Yixing's Gift#

The four topics garnered a total of over one billion views.

He opened his Weibo homepage.

The number of followers reads: 1037 million.

At this time last year, he had just left Hengdian and had hundreds of thousands of followers on Weibo.

After filming "Kung Fu Jungle," the film grossed over a million copies, and then saw another surge in sales after "Brotherhood of Blades" and "Running Man."

Even before "Infernal Affairs," "SPL," and "The Legend of the Condor Heroes" have been released, the show has already gained several million viewers just from the first episode of "Go Fighting!"

In one year, it went from hundreds of thousands to ten million.

It wasn't bought watercolor paint; it was a real, living person.

Each of her Weibo posts receives over 10,000 comments and gets as many reposts as a minor celebrity's likes.

In the industry, this is called vertical takeoff.

Without any platform pushing them, and not having come from a talent show, they rose to prominence step by step purely through their works and variety shows.

This rate of follower growth is something that only one or two people have achieved in the past three years.

He put his phone back in his pocket and took his suitcase off the carousel.

Outside the exit, a man in his forties was holding a sign that read "Ye Mo".

Ye Mo walked over: "You must be the Fifth Director, right? I'm Ye Mo."

"Five hundred." The other person extended their hand and gripped it tightly. "Five hundred for the director of 'The Big Shot'."

Ye Mo bowed slightly: "Hello, Director Wu. I'm sorry to have troubled you to come pick me up in person."

He didn't expect the director to come pick him up at the airport.

That's a really generous hand!

Five hundred waved his hand.

He opened the passenger door and waited for Ye Mo to get in before walking back to the driver's seat.

Before lighting the fire, he glanced at Ye Mo, as if confirming something.

In fact, Wu Bai's mind was in turmoil at that moment.

When Ye Mo was cast as Zhao Tai two weeks ago, the show "Go Fighting!" hadn't even aired yet.

At that time, Ye Mo's labels included Hong Kong Film Awards nominee, Feng Yuxiu, Ding Xiu, and good acting skills.

For these reasons alone, I think 500 is worth it.

The role of Zhao Tai needs a young actor who can portray a crazy persona, and Ye Mo is suitable.

As a result, half a month later.

Ye Mo has become a variety show icon, the king of "Go Fighting!", and the most popular guest on the entire internet.

His Weibo followers jumped from a few hundred to ten million.

He immediately wondered what a bargain he had gotten.

They're practically walking ratings machines! No wonder they're happy!

But these words cannot be said aloud.

Saying it out loud would seem too snobbish.

Wu Bai was just holding the steering wheel.

He glanced at Ye Mo, who was replying to messages with his head down in the passenger seat, and thought to himself: This kid's popularity is so high that he alone can boost the number of views for the trailer. Giving him the role of Zhao Tai has more than doubled the publicity effect we had anticipated.

"Director Wu, where's the film crew?"

"It's a 40-minute drive to Panyu." Wu Bai turned the air conditioning down a bit. "You rest first, I'll call you when we get there."

Ye Mo leaned back in his chair, not asleep.

He looked out the car window at the street scene of Guangzhou, but his mind was racing with something else.

Zhao Tai.

He had seen a compilation of that character's famous scenes in his previous life.

He laughed like he was playing a game when he pointed a gun at people in the underground parking lot, but curled up like a child when he was cornered by the police in the stairwell.

There is no transition between arrogance and vulnerability—because abnormal people don't have a transition.

This kind of role requires a certain performance style: to make the audience feel that he is both terrifying and pathetic. You can't just act crazy. A madman's madness is just shouting slogans. Zhao Tai is not a madman. He is a good-for-nothing who has been spoiled by money and power.

To be precise, it's about showing the audience what an arrogant and domineering rich kid really looks like!

The car drove for forty minutes.

Wu Bai dropped him off at the hotel entrance of the film crew's hotel, saying he would pick him up at 6:30 to go to the film set to meet the other actors.

Ye Mo threw his luggage into the room, washed his face, and changed into a clean T-shirt.

Meanwhile, at the Panyu film set.

Wang Qianyuan sat on a chair in the dressing room, with a row of foundation powders in front of the mirror.

He had already applied foundation and was flipping through the script.

Wang Xun sat to the side, a cigarette dangling from his mouth, but he didn't light it.

"Brother Xun, how long have you been holding that cigarette in your hand?" Wang Qianyuan glanced at it.

"I'm not going to order anymore, I'll just play with it in my mouth."

Wang Qianyuan chuckled.

Wang Xun took the cigarette out of his mouth and turned a page of the script: "The director said the male supporting actor is joining the crew today. I asked him three times who it was, but he just wouldn't tell me."

"What did he say?"

He said, "Your acting will definitely satisfy you; just wait and see."

Wang Xun tried to imitate Wu Bai's tone, but his imitation wasn't quite right, and he laughed at himself first.

He then added, "It's not easy to satisfy you."

"When you were filming 'Kung Fu Jungle,' you acted opposite Feng Yuxiu. You even told me that no one else could play that role. Ye Mo raised your standards."

"Exactly." Wang Qianyuan leaned back in his chair. "That's why I'm really curious about who Wu Bai actually found. He said it's a young actor who can play a crazy villain like Zhao Tai. I just can't think of any young actor who can portray a madman with nuance."

"What if it's a newcomer?"

"Newcomers are even more curious. There aren't many young actors in the industry who dare to take on roles like Zhao Tai. The role is demanding, with lots of lines and a wide range of emotions. If he can't handle it, the quality of the whole show will collapse. Wu Bai's willingness to use him shows that he trusts this actor."

Wang Qianyuan thought for a moment: "Maybe he's the apprentice of some veteran actor?"

"There are only a few good apprentices of veteran actors, and I thought of them all—none of them really fit the bill."

The door to the dressing room was pushed open.

A production assistant poked his head in: "Teachers, the director wants us to meet in Studio Two."

Wang Qianyuan stood up and straightened his clothes.

Wang Xun threw the unlit cigarette into the trash can and then walked out.

Studio Two is the main set for "The Big Shot," a police station office that was built on set.

Several metal tables, duty rosters and wanted posters on the wall, and two fluorescent light tubes flickering.

Wu Bai stood in front of the monitor, holding a walkie-talkie, with someone standing behind him.

The man was wearing a black T-shirt.

With his back to the dressing room, he was watching the monitor.

When Wang Xun entered the second shed, the first thing he saw was five hundred.

Then he glanced behind Wu Bai.

The person in the black T-shirt turned around.

Ye Mo.

Wang Xun stopped in his tracks.

He was holding a bottle of mineral water, hanging in mid-air, having forgotten to screw on the cap.

Wang Qianyuan also saw it.

He reacted a little faster than Wang Xun, but only a little faster. He paused for a moment, then turned to look at Wang Xun's expression.

Wang Xun's expression was truly remarkable.

His lips moved, but no sound came out.

His eyes squinted for a moment, then opened wide again.

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