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Upon arriving in Hong Kong Island, Wang Fei went straight to the Grand Hyatt Hotel and checked into room 606.

She knocked on the door for a long time, but no one came to open it, so she left her luggage at the door and went downstairs to the coffee shop.

Male musicians in the industry generally have a bit of a bourgeois lifestyle. They like to drink coffee and go to bars. Whether they see girls or not doesn't matter. That's the vibe they're after!

However, when Wang Fei passed by the meeting room on the mezzanine floor, she was stunned by what she saw inside.

Jiangnan, who usually greets everyone with a smile, was now "committing a crime," throwing a water bottle, an ashtray, and a tissue box at people...

Looking at this scene, Wang Fei was a little stunned, not understanding what Jiangnan meant.

"You're all so polite, offering him water, a cigarette, and wiping his sweat, but you can't just throw things at a handsome guy's head, can you?"

Just as I was wondering what was going on, Jiangnan spoke up.

"Brother Zhao, shall I sing you a song?"

Hahaha…

Seeing how quickly Jiangnan had changed, Wang Fei burst into laughter. Just as she was about to go inside to listen, someone beat her to it.

It's Rosamund Kwan!

Beautiful women all have self-esteem, and when it comes to looks, they are basically unwilling to admit defeat to anyone else, unless another beautiful woman's looks far surpass their own.

Rosamund Kwan is the person Wang Fei least wants to see.

What's the point of being so beautiful? You can't eat it, and you're always being coveted by some old men.

After making a few complaints and creating some distance, Wang Fei was about to walk into the conference room when she heard Jiang Nan speak again.

"Brother Zhao, I've fallen for a woman. She's a few years older than me, but every smile and gesture of hers is etched into my very bones."

擦…

Wang Fei was moved!

Tears, which I couldn't control, streamed down my face in an instant.

I was drinking near the Central Academy of Drama these past few days when I heard from Jiangnan's classmate that he had never been in a relationship during high school and that I was his first love.

"Having had two previous relationships, I'm actually Jiangnan's first love!"

This made Wang Fei feel somewhat inferior, as if they were not a good match.

But at this moment, Jiangnan, unaware that he was right outside the door, actually revealed his true feelings to outsiders: "He loves me, loves me to the core, and even wrote a song for me."

Just as Wang Fei was thinking this, the depth charge came.

  

"I can't resist it, especially at night."

I miss you so much I can't breathe

I wish I could run to you right now.

… ”

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I'm willing to do it for you.

I'm willing to forget my name for you.

… ”

Jiangnan is singing.

To outsiders, he appeared relaxed and carefree as he sang a cappella, closing his eyes and occasionally tapping his hand on the windowsill to keep time.

But only he knows the bitterness he suffers.

At this moment, Jiangnan felt pain in every part of her body, from her hands and arms to her feet, calves, thighs, buttocks, back, and chest.

It was as if a dozen people were simultaneously and relentlessly pounding Jiangnan's muscles with boards...

Well, let's put it this way: if it weren't for Zhao Wenzhuo and Guan Zhilin, Jiangnan would have been rolling on the ground long ago.

Indeed, there's no such thing as a free lunch.

"Jiangnan..."

"Um?"

"Could you write down the lyrics to this song and then teach it to me? I want to sing it for her." As soon as Jiangnan's singing stopped, Zhao Wenzhuo came up to her with a fawning smile.

"good!"

Jiang Nan agreed, then moved with difficulty to the table in the conference room. He picked up paper and pen and began writing lyrics.

It was alright; the pain came on quickly and went away quickly. Sitting in the chair, Jiangnan had just finished writing the lyrics when he felt relaxed all over.

But as soon as he handed the lyrics to Zhao Wenzhuo, a face with bright eyes and white teeth appeared before him.

"Hey, why were you sweating so much while you were singing?"

"Just something I felt compelled to say!"

Not daring to say it hurt, Jiang Nan gave Guan Zhilin a polite reply and then turned to look at Zhao Wenzhuo.

"Brother Zhao, when you sing this song, you have to fully immerse yourself in it. Only when your emotions are right can you move people with your voice, even if your voice isn't suited for singing."

"Okay, sure..."

Zhao Wenzhuo glanced at the lyrics written in simplified Chinese characters by Jiangnan, and was overjoyed. He carefully folded the paper, put it in his pocket, and then reached out his hand.

"How much?"

Zhao Wenzhuo reached out and pulled out his wallet.

"You don't need money, and you don't release albums; you just use it to woo girls."

Jiangnan absolutely cannot accept the money.

This is equivalent to Hong Qigong using his internal energy to heal Guo Jing's injuries. Since Guo Jing's internal energy is gone, he has to practice it again. How could Guo Jing possibly eat the chicken in Hong Qigong's hand again?

"Slap slap slap..."

The applause came suddenly. Looking around, Jiang Nan saw a large group of people walking in from outside. The leaders were Xu Ke and Shi Nansheng, and behind them was a middle-aged man wearing glasses.

As the middle-aged man passed by Jiangnan, he stopped, looked him up and down, and then smiled and exclaimed in admiration:

"good!

You have a good image, suitable for the big screen; you have a good physique, and you can tell at a glance that you've been practicing martial arts since you were a child; your singing was also good, with clear pronunciation, stable breath control, and very infectious.

Standing outside, after only hearing a couple of sentences, an image immediately flashed into my mind of a lovesick me, standing downstairs, desperately pursuing my wife…

"Hahaha…"

Before the middle-aged man could finish speaking, everyone present burst into laughter.

Xu Ke, Shi Nansheng, Rosamund Kwan, Max Mok, Kent Cheng, Roger Kwok, Leslie Cheung, Joey Wong, Faye Wong…

Jiangnan actually spotted Wang Fei in the crowd.

Wang Fei seemed to have been crying, her eyes were red, but her smile was as bright as a flower. When she saw Jiang Nan looking over, the beautiful woman secretly gave him a thumbs up.

"Jiangnan, this is Mr. Wu Siyuan, the founder of Siyuan Film Industry and also an investor in the Wong Fei-hung film series."

Shi Nansheng's words came suddenly. Just as Jiang Nan was wondering whether he should respond to Wang Fei's praise, this highly capable producer introduced Jiang Nan to the producer.

"Hello, Mr. Wu!"

Although he was in the music industry in his previous life, Jiangnan had heard of the name Wu Siyuan.

There's no way around it, he's just too famous!

Just like Jiangnan's favorite martial arts movie "New Dragon Gate Inn" was produced by Ng See-yuen. If it weren't for him, the movie might have been stillborn.

After all, the Kung Fu Emperor's manager, Cai Ziming, was shot and killed because of this movie!

Hello, Jiangnan.

After shaking hands with Jiang Nan, Wu Siyuan turned to Xu Ke and said:

"Shall we start now?"

"good!"

Xu Ke agreed and took out two pieces of paper from his bag, handing one to Jiang Nan and the other to Zhao Wenzhuo.

"Jiang Nan and Zhao Wenzhuo, you are both actors I have high hopes for, but I have been unable to decide who should play the role in 'Huang Feihong: The Dragon City Annihilation'."

This is a dialogue scene. You two try acting it out and let everyone see who's more suitable.

"good!"

Jiang Nan agreed and looked at the page of the script in his hand.

At this moment, Shi Nansheng relayed Xu Ke's instructions to Zhao Wenzhuo in Mandarin.

Eh…

Upon hearing Shi Nansheng's account, Jiang Nan sighed inwardly.

There's a reason why Wen Zhuo couldn't make it big even during the heyday of Hong Kong cinema. You have to understand that even someone like Li Lianjie, whose education level is close to illiterate, knows that he needs to speak Cantonese and English fluently.

Zhao Wenzhuo has been in Hong Kong for over a year.

Scene: Riverbank at a ferry crossing on the outskirts of the city, at dusk

Characters: Wong Fei-hung, Aunt Thirteen

The setting sun cast a golden glow on the river. The master and his disciples settled in first, while Liang Kuan, Gui Jiaoqi, and the others went to gather supplies, leaving only the two of them alone. The evening breeze ruffled Thirteen Aunt's long hair, creating a quiet and reserved atmosphere.

Exterior view: Riverbank, sunset. Gentle river breeze.

Aunt Thirteen gazed at the surging river, her expression indifferent. Wong Fei-hung slowly walked up, standing half a step to her side, maintaining a respectful distance…

The script is not complicated, only about 300 words long, and the plot is very simple: Aunt Thirteen confesses her love to Wong Fei-hung.

Jiang Nan glanced through the document, thought for a moment, and then said, "Director Xu, I'm ready."

"Okay!"

To be honest, Xu Ke was a little shocked. Zhao Wenzhuo was holding the script and asking Shi Nansheng, "What does this part mean?" Jiang Nan had already adjusted.

That's incredibly fast!

Is this the true skill level of actors with formal training?!

"Ah Zhi, thank you for your trouble..." Seeing that Jiang Nan was indeed ready, Xu Ke immediately turned to look at Guan Zhilin, but before he could finish speaking, Wang Zuxian stepped out from next to Leslie Cheung.

"Director Xu, could I act alongside Jiang Nan?"