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

The first scene was filmed in one take.

Wu Bai sat behind the monitor, watching Ye Mo stand up from the booth and walk out.

The assistant director next to him leaned over to say something, but Wu Bai raised his hand to stop him.

He's still watching the replay.

In the replay, Ye Mo pushes open the bar door, and the neon lights sweep across his face.

That look in his eyes, seemingly generous but actually contemptuous, a smile on his face but not in his eyes, as he walked to the booth, crossed his legs, swirled his wine glass, and glanced at the DJ for those two seconds.

These details are absolutely amazing!

The assistant director couldn't hold back any longer: "Director, isn't this take good?"

"It's over." Wu Bai rewound the playback and watched it again. "It's not a matter of whether the acting was good or bad, it's that he was just right. I've been writing about the character Zhao Tai for two years. I had a vague image in my mind, and today is the first time I've seen that image come to life."

He leaned back in his chair.

"It's not that Ye Mo is acting as Zhao Tai. He understands Zhao Tai thoroughly and makes him a part of himself. Look at the way he walks into the bar, that slow pace, that's something he added himself. The script didn't specify the walking speed."

The assistant director nodded.

"And his gesture of swirling the wine glass. The script only said to take the wine and put it on the table, but he swirled it twice before taking it. That nonchalant attitude was something I added myself."

"This kid is really interesting." Wu Bai chuckled.

The assistant director felt like he'd struck gold!

At the same time, Wang Qianyuan, already dressed as Sun Wukong, walked over.

He was wearing an old jacket, his hair was neatly combed, and his whole demeanor was completely different from before.

Just a moment ago in the dressing room he was Wang Qianyuan, but now standing at the bar entrance, he's Detective Sun Dasheng.

"Ye Mo." Wang Qianyuan walked over and patted him on the shoulder. "Take it easy when you're rehearsing your lines later."

"Brother Qianyuan, my acting skills are just average."

"You're just average?" Wang Qianyuan chuckled dryly. "I watched that scene on the monitor just now. When you walked out, the whole crew was stunned for a moment. One of the production assistants said to the person next to him, 'Is this guy a real rich kid making a cameo appearance?'"

"That's thanks to the stylist."

"Being low-key is a virtue, but you're way too low-key!"

Ye Mo didn't reply.

Wu Bai stood up and called the two men to the monitor.

"In the second scene, the plot is simple. Sun Dasheng arrives and comes to question Zhao Tai about a case. Zhao Tai offers him a drink, but Sun Dasheng refuses. Zhao Tai loses face and starts to make things difficult for him. He first forces Sun Dasheng to take out his service weapon, but Sun Dasheng doesn't have one. Zhao Tai then pulls out his own gold-plated replica Desert Eagle and holds it to Sun Dasheng's forehead. Sun Dasheng recognizes it as a fake gun, and Zhao Tai turns the gun around and sprays water at the female celebrity next to him."

"Requirement: Zhao Tai's emotions, from toasting to making things difficult to pulling out a gun to spraying water, were built up layer by layer. It wasn't a sudden outburst, but a slow, gradual build-up until that critical point."

"Understood." Ye Mo nodded.

Wang Qianyuan nodded in agreement; he had thoroughly studied the script!

As Wu Bai watched the stagehands begin clearing the area and setting up the lighting, he was thinking about something.

This scene is one of the most important scenes between the two main characters in the entire film.

This is the first time Zhao Tai and Sun Dasheng have faced off directly. Their relationship, personalities, and power dynamics will all be clearly explained in this scene.

He believed Wang Qianyuan would be fine—a veteran actor, reliable.

As for Ye Mo, he wanted to see if this young man could hold his own.

"All departments are in position."

The bar lights came back on, and the extras in the booths sat down again.

The props team placed the golden desert eagle under the cushion of the booth.

Wang Qianyuan stood at the bar entrance and stretched his shoulders.

He turned and glanced at Ye Mo.

Ye Mo sat in the middle of the booth.

He poured himself a glass of wine, swirled it in his hand a couple of times, and then placed it on the table.

The gesture was exactly the same as in the first match, but this time he didn't smile.

His face was expressionless, only showing the calm that comes before rejection.

You can't see what's pressing down beneath that calm, but you can sense it.

"All departments, prepare—Action!"

Sun Dasheng pushed open the door of the bar.

The volume was loud, but he didn't frown or cover his ears. As a detective who had been on duty for a long time, he had heard all kinds of noise. He glanced around at the men and women in the booths, and finally his gaze fell on Zhao Tai in the middle. Then he strode over to him.

Zhao Tai leaned back in his booth and saw Sun Dasheng walking over; the corners of his mouth slowly curled up.

That smile was both a welcome and a test, like a cat seeing a mouse enter its cage.

......

"Aren't you a criminal investigator? You always carry a gun when you go out, right? Take it out and let everyone see it."

Sun Wukong didn't move.

"I didn't bring it."

"Didn't bring it?" Zhao Tai raised an eyebrow. "A detective going out without a gun—what are you going to do to solve cases? With your mouth?"

The henchmen next to him laughed in unison.

Zhao Tai laughed too, and laughed louder than anyone else.

Then he stopped laughing and reached under the sofa cushions.

He drew out the gilded Desert Eagle.

The gun was pressed against Sun Wukong's forehead.

The metal reflected the bar lights, the gold plating was dazzling, and the entire booth became quiet.

Sun Dasheng glanced down at the gun, then looked at Zhao Tai.

His expression showed no fear. Not even tension.

"Fake."

Zhao Tai didn't move.

"A gold-plated replica Desert Eagle, from a model shop. The barrel has no rifling, the trigger is plastic, and it doesn't feel right." Sun Dasheng's tone was very flat, as if he were reading an inspection report.

Zhao Tai stared at him for two seconds, then he removed the gun from Sun Dasheng's forehead.

He turned to a female celebrity sitting next to him, pulled the trigger, and a jet of water sprayed out, spraying the female celebrity's face.

Everyone who witnessed this scene had only one thing to say.

Ye Mo's portrayal of Zhao Tai is absolutely insane!

The female celebrity screamed and dodged to the side, while the others in the booth laughed—a kind of laughter that suggested they weren't sure if they should laugh.

"A fake gun is still a gun." Zhao Tai placed the gun on the table. "Is it illegal?"

Sun Dasheng looked at the water gun on the table, which was still dripping water, and then he smiled.

"You big shots are really joking. Whether it's a real gun or a fake gun, you can't point it at the police—"

The second half of the sentence is "Pay attention next time".

But Ye Mo didn't give Wang Qianyuan a chance to finish speaking.

Because the script ends here.

Wu Bai was also ready to call "cut," his finger already on the walkie-talkie.

But Ye Mo didn't stop.

He stood up.

He walked up to Sun Wukong.

The two people were less than 20 centimeters apart.

Zhao Tai was half a head shorter than Sun Dasheng, but when he raised his chin, the angle was exactly looking up, yet it carried a strange sense of oppression.

Then he reached out his hand.

It's not a handshake.

He gently patted Sun Wukong's cheek with the back of his hand, like an elder praising a child.

I patted it twice.

"Wow, that's awesome! You're the real big shot."

The voice was very soft, almost a whisper, but in the quiet bar, every word was clearly audible.

Wu Bai slapped his thigh hard.

He stood up: "Click! Passed! This one passed!"

Then he immediately clapped.

It wasn't just a polite two taps of the drum; it was a real drum, with the palms clapping loudly.

"Ye Mo, come here."

Wu Bai glanced at Ye Mo, then at the replay, and shook his head: "You kid, that was a great addition, absolutely brilliant!"

Wang Qianyuan walked over.

He stood next to Wu Bai and watched the replay of what had just happened.

Then he touched his cheek.

"Ye Mo".

"Brother Chihara".

"Could you have told me before you added that scene? When you slapped me with the back of your hand, my mind went blank. I know that action wasn't in the script, but I couldn't break character because your expression was so serious. For a moment, I really thought I was a policeman being humiliated by a rich kid."

"Brother Chihara, I'm sorry, I just got carried away at the time—"

He paused, then laughed. "You can have my title of 'King of a Thousand Faces,' you're more suited to it than me."

"Brother Chihara, you're joking."

Wang Qianyuan turned to the crew members next to him and said, "You be the judge. I said his acting is better than mine, and he said I was joking."

No one around responded.

I feel like whatever I say will offend someone.

Wang Xun walked over from the corner. He had been watching from the shadows, still with the unlit cigarette dangling from his mouth.

"Let me tell you something." He took the cigarette out of his mouth. "After the first episode of Go Fighting! was filmed, Huang Bo said something like, 'This person can't be teamed up with.' At the time, I thought Brother Bo was joking. But after this scene was filmed just now, I realized that what Brother Bo said was not an exaggeration at all. He not only adds scenes in variety shows, but also in movies. From now on, everyone who acts with him will have to be careful."

After saying this, Wang Xun thought for a moment and added, "It would be best to bring some nitroglycerin pills!"

night.

Ye Mo returned to the hotel.

He leaned against the headboard and picked up his phone to call Liu Yifei.

The screen lit up.

Caller ID: Liu Weiqiang.

Ye Mo answered the call.

"Ye Mo, did I disturb your rest?"

"Director Liu, what are you saying? 'bothering' me? I welcome your call anytime!"

Director Liu thought to himself, "This guy is getting more and more slick."

He had that seasoned veteran vibe from the entertainment industry who'd been around for decades.

Then he got down to business: "Infernal Affairs has a release date of May 1st. We'll be doing promotions in April, and you have to attend several important press conferences. Tak-wa, Chi-wei, and Chiu-sheng will all be there."

"Okay, please send me the specific time."

"There's one more thing." Liu Weiqiang's voice carried a hint of amusement. "I watched your 'Go Fighting!' show, and while I was watching it, I was thinking, why wasn't this guy this crazy when he played Chen Yongren?"

"Director Liu, variety shows are for fun."

"Okay, play it safe. Now that you're famous, it's a good thing for 'Infernal Affairs'. When the promotional plan was set up, the biggest names in the lineup were Dehua and Zhiwei. Now we have an extra guest star who's the hottest on the internet. We might as well take advantage of this wave of popularity."

Ye Mo smiled. "Director Liu, you can just say you're riding the wave of popularity."

"I'm a cultured person, so I won't be so blunt. See you then."

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