Huayu: I'm reborn, but you still force me to be a scumbag?

Chapter 492 Filming Wrapped Up and a Huge Superstar (10000-Word Mega Update!!)
The person in front of you,
He killed my friend, my lover.

When he stood in front of me,
It only took me 0.01 seconds to decide that I would use the cruelest method in the world.
kill him.

……

"Numbers 218 and 456, welcome to the final game."

"Before the game starts, you have to flip a coin to determine which one is the eagle and which one is the hen."

"Please select: text or profile picture."

"Character."

jingle.

The coin was tossed high into the air and spun around.

Snapped!
A pair of hands wearing black leather gloves held it down.

Then the coin slowly emerged.

"Yes. Would you like to choose to be an eagle or a hen?"

"I want to be an eagle."

……

On the high platform, six people wearing golden animal masks were watching two people entering the square below.

The area below is the same area where we played "Red Light, Green Light" on the first day. The corpses that used to litter the ground are no longer there, and the pools of blood have been completely covered by the sand.

One of the two seemed a little excited and almost tripped, bracing himself with his hand on the ground.

A man wearing a black iron mask said, "Distinguished guests, the final and sixth game of this competition is Eagle Catches Chickens."

A man in a golden mask said, "Eagle catching chicks? Is that our country's 'Vulture Game'?"

"Yes. In fact, there are similar games in different countries. Their rules are very similar: the mother hen protects the chicks, while the eagle catches the last chick."

"But there are only two people here, how are we supposed to play?"

"Now that all the chicks are dead, the game of 'Eagle Catches Chicks' uses a different set of rules."

"What is it?"

……

"Number 456, you are the eagle. Number 218, you are the hen."

"Within one minute, the eagle attacks the hen, and the hen cannot fight back. The eagle needs to disable the hen's ability to play within 60 seconds. If it fails, then the hen and the eagle switch roles in the next minute."

"Loss...the ability to play games, what does that mean?"

"Kill him, no matter the method. Now, the game begins."

At this moment, the camera finally showed a clear view of the face.

It replaced the previous erratic camera movements.

For just over a minute, every shot seemed to be playing hide-and-seek with the audience. From the hands, the eyes, the side profile, the walking feet, the lower half of the bearded face, every detail captured the character.

This was the first time that a clean and neat full-face and half-body image appeared.

He was wearing a white shirt and black suit that he had changed into after entering the semi-finals. He hadn't shaved for several days, which made him look much older. His hair was messy, his lips were chapped and covered with white dead skin, his face was covered with sweat and oil, and his eyes were tired and full of deep weariness and disgust.

Then, he blinked hard.

It was this action that made people recognize that the weathered man, who looked to be in his thirties, was Xie Jiajun.

The camera pans from left to right, and opposite him is Francis Ng.

There were some bloodstains on Francis Ng's face and neck.

This is what he left behind when he killed Gulnazar in the previous episode.

"Hehe, you can't kill me." Wu Zhenyu slowly pulled a dagger out of his shirt pocket, licked his lips, and then licked the blade with his tongue.

"See this? You gave it to your girlfriend for self-defense, right? Now it's in my hands."

At this time, Francis Ng had not yet frequently participated in variety shows, and his fame and influence in mainland China, Hong Kong, and Taiwan were far less than they would be 10 years later. In Hong Kong, he was often seen by some directors as a third choice after Lau Ching-wan and Wong Kar-wai, so Feynman's father really put in a lot of effort to get the second male lead role here.

Every glance and gesture is full of drama, like a hybrid of Leung Kwan and Ngai Wing-hau in "Infernal Affairs 2," with a madness mixed with a particularly sinister ruthlessness.

He laughed as he said, “You little lunatic, I know you don’t dare kill me. You’ve never killed anyone in your life, right? You don’t dare kill me, and then, I’m telling you, it’ll be my turn. I’ll stick this into your body, like this, forcefully, and then stir it. I’ll drain all the blood from your body… just like when I killed your girlfriend.”

"Do you know what she said to me when I took the dagger from her and plunged it into her body?"

Francis Ng licked his lips, as if savoring a delicious feast. "She said, 'I'm sorry.' Hahahaha, I killed her, and she still apologized to me. Don't you think she's just like you, a fool?"

……

He was wrong.

She wasn't talking to him. She was talking to me.

She always owed me an apology, and I never expected she would remember it before she died.

Although this was my first time being an eagle, I found that being an eagle was 26 times easier than being a chick.

I've been a chicken my whole life, for 26 years, and each year has been a little harder.

Eagles are different; they don't need to worry about how to survive.

The eagle only needs to think about how to make it impossible for others to survive.

……

If Tsui Hark, the director of the fourth installment, were to direct this final scene, it would undoubtedly be filled with dynamic shots and dazzling fight stunts.

If Zhang Yimou were to direct this scene, he would definitely pay attention to the emotional expression and visual aesthetics of every detail.

But now, sitting in front of the monitor is Wong Kar-wai.

After receiving the script, Wong Kar-wai added a lot of narration to the final episode, and even went so far as to add an explanation of the game of "eagle catching chicks" at the beginning of the first episode, ostensibly to make the beginning and end echo each other.

As for director Wong's inspiration and the lines he wrote himself, producer Johnnie To and junior director Pang Ho-cheung naturally had nothing to say.

Everyone originally thought that Director Wong's fight scenes would not follow the script's arrangement—Chen Nuo's inhumane beating of Wu Zhenyu.

After all, inviting Wong Kar-wai to direct this episode wasn't just about filming a traditional fight scene. The goal was to add something different from Ann Hui's approach after Xie Jiajun wins the game and returns to the city—no longer just about everyday family matters, but delving into Xie Jiajun's complex inner struggles and characterization at the end of the season, thus setting the stage for the second season.

In this regard, both Johnnie To and Pang Ho-cheung agree that Wong Kar-wai is undoubtedly the most suitable candidate.

After all, this master of expressionism excels at portraying the subtle changes in a character's inner world through images and dialogue. His chemistry with the then-newcomer male lead in *My Blueberry Nights* remains legendary, and the dialogue and visuals of Blue Dream have been imitated and paid homage to by many directors, becoming one of his most representative works. Even on Wikipedia, Wang Jiawei's name is listed as the number one representative work, surpassing *Happy Together*, *In the Mood for Love*, and *Days of Being Wild*.

However, no one expected that Wong Kar-wai would direct this scene in this way.

A handful of mud and sand, thrown into the air by Xie Jiajun, splashed into Liang Kun's eyes and knocked his dagger away.

Chen Nuo pounced on Wu Zhenyu like a beast and knocked him to the ground.

Amid Wu Zhenyu's realistic screams, Chen Nuo seemed to transform into an eagle, ravaging his body with its beak and hands.

At this point, Wong Kar-wai seemed to think it wasn't enough, so he arranged for a torrential downpour.

Just as garages in Chengdu have been turned into reservoirs, the original muddy and sandy land here has also turned into a swamp.

Chen Nuo and Wu Zhenyu were like a wolf and a pig falling into the same mud pit, with no words or dialogue, only Wu Zhenyu's wails and screams echoing in the camera.

This is Wong Kar-wai's answer to this fight scene—through raw violence, he shows Xie Jiajun's first step up the food chain, his evolution from a herbivore to a carnivore. In this process, ugliness is beauty.

……

"When you fall in love with someone, it takes a lifetime to forget them. When you hate someone, it only takes a second to kill them. So, letting go of hatred becomes a harder thing than giving up love. Because hatred is too easy to resolve."

Saying this doesn't mean I will forgive him, because I have no right to forgive him on behalf of the dead.

……

"what!!!!!!!!"

After a full three minutes of alternating fast and slow motion,
Chen Nuo raised his head from the mangled, bloodied body of Wu Zhenyu, whose eyes were wide open in death.

He was indeed not carrying any weapons.

However, human teeth are, by their very nature, the sharpest weapon.

He had just bitten through the enemy's throat, and now, like a wolf, his face covered in blood, he raised his head and howled in the rain.

In the footage, raindrops pelted his face, spreading the blood on his skin and streaming down his cheeks, making it impossible to distinguish whether it was water or tears.

But in Chen Nuo's voice, you could hear no anger, only sadness.

Because in that instant, he felt that hatred often brings about such a result.

Wang Jiawei seems to agree with this.

There were no retakes, and it was done in one take.

……

……

Inside a luxurious, extended carriage.

Pale yellow champagne was poured into a clear stemmed glass, releasing fine bubbles.

Then, a hand wearing a black leather glove raised it.

Daniel Wu, who is almost 40 and still hasn't stopped, even shooting his own brother Dayo Wong and forcing him to jump into the sea, said, "Congratulations on winning the final victory. It was a very exciting competition." After saying that, he raised his hand to acknowledge the winner and took a sip of champagne.

"Why are you doing this?" Chen Nuo, his face covered in blood, his eyes blindfolded by a black cloth, his hands tied behind his back, tilted his head and asked weakly.

“You’ve raced horses before, right?” Daniel Wu said with a smile. “You guys are horses. Horses on the racetrack. It’s really unexpected; I thought you couldn’t go very far.”

Chen Nuo tilted his head and asked, "Who are you?"

"Stop thinking about it. Just treat it all as a dream. Anyway, it's not a nightmare for you, is it?"

Chen Nuo seemed not to hear him, and asked again through gritted teeth, "Who are you?"

Daniel Wu picked up the black mask next to him and put it on.

Then, a hypnotic smoke billowed out of the car.

"who are you?"

"who are you?"

"Who are you…………"

Chen Nuo murmured to himself before finally fainting.

……

……

And so, Xie Jiajun ultimately won the competition and was thrown back onto the streets of Hong Kong Island in a gleaming, extended Lincoln limousine.

The rain in Hong Kong seems to have been nonstop these days.

Covered in wounds, Chen Nuo lay on the wet ground, where a passerby ripped off his blindfold.

The first thing he saw was a bank card in front of him.

When he went to the bank, used his birthday as the password to open the bank card, withdrew HK$1000, and found that he still had HK$455,999,000 left in the balance.

Chen Nuo stared blankly at the numbers on the ATM for a long time.

……

"Actually, by this point in the filming, the story had already entered Nuozai's comfort zone. Xiangzai, did you notice?"

"Director Wang, you call this the comfort zone?"

"Yes, do you have any opinions?"

"I...but..."

"but what."

Pang Ho-cheung sighed and said, "Actually, when we were writing the script, we were thinking of The Count of Monte Cristo."

Wang Jiawei shook his head and said, "No, it has to be changed."

"Change your mother's ass!" Pang Ho-cheung wanted to say, but then he thought that even if he called Yau Nai-hoi and Wai Ka-fai over when Wong Kar-wai said he wanted to change the script, it would be to no avail, and probably no one in Hong Kong would stand by him.

At this point, he couldn't help but sigh again and said, "But I'm afraid the audience will send me razor blades."

"Don't worry," Wang Jiawei said calmly. "Shipping from the US to Hong Kong is very expensive."

The two directors were talking.

On the monitor in front of them, Chen Nuo was holding Hui Yinghong, who had died silently at home due to complications from diabetes and overwork. He was crying so hard that he could hardly breathe, crying his heart out, crying as if he had lost the whole world.

At first, it was just lines, but later, every word he said was improvised.

"Mom, I'm back."

"Mom, wake up, Mom."

"Mom, I have money to treat your illness, Mom."

"I was wrong, Mom. Mom, I was wrong, Mom."

"Mom, please look at me one more time, Mom."

"Mom, don't die, Mom. I'm back, I'm back!"

"Please, wake up!"

"mom!!!!!"

When Chen Nuo finally opened his mouth, tears and snot streaming down his face, he let out a loud shout.

The sound was like a cuckoo weeping blood.

It's not just Pang Ho-cheung.

Wang Jiawei, who had been watching with great interest with his arms crossed, suddenly lowered his arms, changed his posture, and even touched his nose.

But in the footage, out of sight of the audience, Kara Hui's tears kept sliding down her cheeks, soaking her pillowcase.

……

……

My lover, my family, my enemies—they're all dead.

But Xie Jiajun is still alive.

If a person is like a walking corpse, breathing, walking, eating, sleeping, and defecating in this world, then that's considered living.

He didn't touch a single penny in his bank account.

But he never went back to working as a food delivery driver.

He left the public housing where his mother died and became a filthy, homeless man wandering the streets of Hong Kong.

Although the bank manager approached him, wanting him to use the more than 400 million yuan in his account to buy some wealth management products, he was not tempted at all. Instead, he borrowed 100 yuan from the manager, bought two bottles of wine, and sat by the sea, slowly sipping them.

At that moment, an elderly woman selling flowers came over and begged him to buy some.

Out of sympathy, Xie Jiajun bought a flower, only to find a card tucked inside.

The back of the card features game-specific symbols: circles, triangles, and squares.

The front side displays a time and place, along with a sentence:

"Little madman, this time, I'm really going to die."

Xie Jiajun's eyes underwent a dramatic change at this moment.

At this point in the story, the biggest mystery of the entire series is revealed.

It turns out that the organizer of the entire game was none other than Wu Yinan, played by Qin Pei.

Why was he the first player, number 001, to participate in the game?
Because he was the organizer of the game.

Before this, Xie Jiajun always thought he had died in the game, but he never expected that he had only faked his death in the game. He was actually suffering from a brain tumor, and it was only a year later that his death was finally approaching.

Chen Nuo held the note, his hand trembling violently.

In the close-up shot, the expression on his face shifts from incredulous blinking to staring intently at it.

The lighting technician adjusted the angle.

And so, in the lens, a bright red flame seemed to reignite in those eyes that were originally ashen.

……

……

Zhang Jiaqi was asleep in bed when she was woken up by the knocking on the door.

Dad went to work at the shop, and Mom went back to the countryside to mind the shop, leaving her all alone. Last night she drank a bit too much, and when she got home, she imitated Cecilia Cheung from "King of Comedy," acting crazy in front of the mirror for a while before falling into a deep, unconscious sleep on the bed.

dong dong dong.

Boom boom boom boom.

The knocking on the door was like a nagging ghost, driving her to distraction.

With no other option, she got out of bed, put on her slippers, and went to the door. She first looked through the peephole, then suddenly widened her eyes, opened the door, and asked through the iron bars with a surprised expression, "What's going on? Why is your hair this color?"

Chen Nuo touched his hair and said, "It's for work."

"You're a delivery guy, right? Do you need to dye your hair like this just to deliver food?"

"Is it ugly?"

"Yeah, right. It's so ugly. All red and drab, do you think you're the Hokage?"

Chen Nuo thought for a moment, but couldn't recall which character in Naruto had red hair. He wasn't very familiar with Japanese manga, so he couldn't be sure. However, he couldn't explain it away as being for filming purposes. After meeting with No. 001, Xie Jiajun finally let go of some of his inner turmoil and decided to start anew, so he went to the hair salon to dye his hair.

In this situation, he actually dyed his hair red for the role.

That's right, it's a color similar to a flame, and it looks extremely vibrant, much like the wig Charlize Theron wore in the New Orleans strip club.

No wonder Zhang Jiaqi was so surprised; he was also surprised when he looked in the mirror after dyeing his hair.

Chen Nuo didn't waste any time and got straight to the point: "Change your clothes, I'll take you to see someone."

"Who am I seeing?" Zhang Jiaqi yawned again. "I'm not fully awake yet, who...?"

Suddenly, the woman frowned and said suspiciously, "Your parents came from the mainland? No, didn't I tell you last time? I won't date you unless you take off your mask. I can't agree to date someone I don't even know what my own boyfriend looks like. It's impossible. No matter what Grandpa says, I have to see him with my own eyes. Whether you have scars or not, those are minor issues. Men don't rely on their looks. The most important thing is a good heart. If you want me to meet your parents, how can I explain that I don't even know what you look like? Do you understand?"

Chen Nuo said, "It's not my parents, it's a friend of mine. He wants to meet you." "A friend? Who is it? Oh, I see." Zhang Jiaqi raised an eyebrow, a half-smile on her face, and said, "Is it because you went out and said I was your girlfriend, and he didn't believe you and wants to meet me?"

"No, it's not that. My friend is a director, and he... heard about you from me, so he wants to meet you." After saying that, Chen Nuo suddenly felt a little awkward, as if this matched what the other person had just said.

"Hahahaha." Zhang Jiaqi clearly noticed his embarrassment and laughed, saying, "Okay, don't try to fool me with some director story. I can go with you to meet your friends, and I can even pretend to be your girlfriend in front of them to help you raise your status. But after meeting your friends, you have to take off your mask and let me see what you actually look like."

Chen Nuo hesitated for a moment, then nodded and said, "OK."

Zhang Jiaqi smiled and said, "Then it's a deal! Wait for me, I'll go prepare now!"

Half an hour later.

Zhang Jiaqi and Chen Nuo went out together.

At this moment, she put on a full face of makeup, as she was in a hurry to leave due to time constraints. While it wasn't perfect, it was still quite elegant. She wore a light blue spaghetti strap dress that accentuated her slender waist and long legs that rivaled those of young models.

As luck would have it, Grandpa Chen was carrying a fish into the building.

Upon seeing the two, Grandpa smiled broadly, like a chrysanthemum, and asked, "Jun, Qi, going out on a date?"

Before Chen Nuo could speak, Zhang Jiaqi generously said, "Yes, Grandpa, promise Ah Jun today that you'll be his girlfriend for a day."

"One day?" Grandpa Chen laughed. "There's no such thing as a girlfriend for just one day. Don't try to fool Grandpa."

Zhang Jiaqi turned her head to look at Chen Nuo and said, "Then we'll have to see how he performs."

After saying goodbye to Grandpa, the two walked out of the building.

It's June in Hong Kong. Sunlight filters through thin clouds onto the streets, and the warm air makes the atmosphere slightly humid.

Zhang Jiaqi asked, "How tall are you? Are you 185cm?"

Chen Nuo said, "186."

Zhang Jiaqi said, "I'm 173cm tall, 13cm shorter than you, but I'm 181cm tall when I wear heels. So we're about the same height."

"It's 5 centimeters shorter, so it's not close enough."

"About right. You know, Stephen Chow and Cecilia Cheung are 10 centimeters apart in height. When they filmed King of Comedy, Cecilia wore five or six centimeters high heels so that their kissing scenes would look good on camera."

Chen Nuo recalled that it seemed to be true. Some of the actresses he had worked with were relatively short. For example, when he filmed Blueberry with Emma Stone, the girl wore high heels. When he filmed The Condor Heroes with Liu Yifei, it sometimes looked like the woman was standing on something. Kristen Stewart was even more so; she was only 165cm tall and always had to stand on a box.

However, in all his years of acting, he has never encountered a director who asked him to do a split or anything like that.

Seeing that he didn't say anything, Zhang Jiaqi naturally took his arm and said, "Hey, where is your friend? Are we going to walk there? Hong Kong is a big city. Do you want to take a taxi? But you'll have to pay. I'm really broke lately."

Chen Nuo shook his head and said, "No need, my friend sent a car to pick us up."

"The car? Where is it?"

"It should be just ahead."

A man and a woman walked through the sewage-filled alley and came to a main road.

Zhang Jiaqi looked around and asked, "Where? There's no car."

Chen Nuo pointed ahead and said, "Look, isn't that it?"

Zhang Jiaqi suddenly laughed and exclaimed, "Wow, really? Are you kidding me? Your friend sent an Alphard to pick us up? That car is so expensive, it must cost hundreds of thousands!"

Chen Nuo said, "Yes. It should be this one."

Seeing his serious expression, Zhang Jiaqi laughed again: "Hahaha, you're just a delivery guy, do you think someone would send an Alphard to pick us up? I think..."

Zhang Jiaqi's laughter stopped.

Because when she and the delivery guy walked to the door of that car, the Alphard's door slid open silently.

"Let's go up."

"..."

Seeing the man get into the car first, Zhang Jiaqi had no choice but to follow.

The driver in the front seat started the car without a word. She was full of doubt and asked in a low voice, "Hey, is this really your friend's car?"

"Really."

Why is your friend so rich?

"He owns his own company and works as a director. He's been doing this for decades, so of course he's very wealthy."

"Really the director?" Zhang Jiaqi's eyes widened in disbelief. "You're not kidding me, are you?"

"It really is. I'm not lying to you."

"What director? What's his name? Do I know him? How do you know him?" Zhang Jiaqi blurted out a series of questions. "No way, Ah Jun, you deliver food all day, how would you know a director friend?"

Chen Nuo hesitated for a moment, then said, "He'll tell you later."

Zhang Jiaqi said, "Are you really the director or a human trafficker? You're not going to sell me to Cambodia, are you?"

Chen Nuo laughed and said, "No way."

Zhang Jiaqi looked at him, then looked away after a while and said, "I believe you. Hey, your friend, he's not in adult films, is he? Make it clear first, I don't take my clothes off."

"Don't worry, he only films men undressing."

"Oh? He makes gay films?" Zhang Jiaqi suddenly became interested. "Really? Have any of his movies been shown in theaters? What's his name? So you should know him, right?"

"You definitely know him. His name is Wang Jiawei."

“Wang Jiawei?? I don’t know him. In Hong Kong, I only know one person, Wang Jiawei.”

"It should be the Wang Jiawei you know."

“I know that Wang Jiawei,” Zhang Jiaqi laughed. “He’s the Wang Jiawei who directed ‘My Blueberry Nights’ and ‘In the Mood for Love.’ What’s the name of the gay film your friend directed? I used to really enjoy watching gay films for a while, and I rented a lot of DVDs to watch. I don’t know if I’ve seen it.”

"The name is Happy Together."

"..."

Zhang Jiaqi said, "Don't joke around."

However, as she turned to look at the changing scenery outside the car, Zhang Jiaqi's brows furrowed more and more, and her gaze became increasingly puzzled.

She certainly knew this road well.

Several years ago, she walked this road every day.

No way.

She knew it was 99.99% impossible. But as the scenery changed, her heart continued to beat faster and faster, and she became increasingly silent.

Finally, when the car slowed down near that familiar three-story building and Zhang Jiaqi saw the young men and women waiting around the door swarming towards her, she was almost fainting.

This scene is all too familiar.

She was outside the car back then, but now she's inside.

Bang bang bang!
Are there any roles available?

"This is my phone number and name. Call me."

"This is my number. I'll act in the movie for free, no money required."

The sounds from outside the car could be faintly heard.

"Isn't it?"

Zhang Jiaqi murmured.

Then, she suddenly reached out and placed her left hand on Chen Nuo's arm, gripping it tightly, her five nail-painted fingers almost sinking into his skin.

She gripped his hand tightly, turned her head, and asked earnestly, her eyes fixed on him, "Jun, really, are we going to see Wang Jiawei now?"

"It's true."

"But how do you know Wang Jiawei?"

"It's a long story, but I know he's currently preparing for a new film, and there's a role in it that he originally planned to invite Song Hye-kyo from South Korea to play. But maybe you'll have a chance too. Why don't you go and talk to him first?"

"No, Ah Jun." Zhang Jiaqi stared at him blankly and said, "Do you even know what you're saying?"

Chen Nuo said, "I know. Cheer up! Didn't you say the other day that you love acting the most? Seize the opportunity!"

Zhang Jiaqi blinked, her long eyelashes trembling like tiny brushes, and said, "Ah Jun, I... I'm so afraid I drank too much last night and I'm dreaming."

Chen Nuo laughed and said, "No way, look, he came out to greet you."

Sure enough, it was the same familiar script. The crowd surrounding the car dispersed as soon as the security guards came out. Then, the car drove into the garage, and a man wearing sunglasses stood at the garage door with a smile on his lips, looking in this direction.

Even if she were blind, she wouldn't mistake this person in sunglasses.

It really is Wang Jiawei.

"Welcome, welcome." Wang Jiawei was different from the rumors; he was very kind and approachable. When the car door opened, he actually extended his hand to her.

Overjoyed, Zhang Jiaqi shook hands with him and said, "Hello, director, I'm Zhang Jiaqi Kiki."

"KIKI, hello." After saying that, Wang Jiawei looked her up and down, smiled, and said, "...She's a little different from what I imagined."

"What's the difference?"

Zhang Jiaqi heard Ah Jun's voice coming from behind, his tone very casual, even impolite.

However, Wang Jiawei in front of her was not angry. Instead, he casually replied, "You said before that she looks like Zhang Manyu. But looking at her now, she doesn't look like Zhang Manyu at all. I think she looks a bit like Jun Ji-hyun from Korea."

"What? It's clearly Zhang Manyu, okay?"

"How does it resemble me?"

"Okay, forget it, let's go inside and talk about it."

“I wouldn’t be saying this here if you hadn’t told me. Miss Zhang, this way, please come in.”

Zhang Jiaqi was even more confused at this point. She couldn't understand why Ah Jun, a deliveryman living in public housing, not only knew Wang Jiawei and brought her to meet him, but also sounded like he and Wang Jiawei were old friends.

Would Wang Jiawei's friends live in public housing, leave home at 5 a.m. every morning, and not return home until 7 or 8 p.m. to work as infantrymen?

Moreover, after joining Jet Tone Films...

Zhang Jiaqi discovered that not only Wang Jiawei, but also all the staff at Jet Tone Films seemed to know him. Everyone would politely greet them as "Mr. Chen" upon seeing them.

Chen Sheng?

That guy Chen Jiajun...

What the hell is going on?!
At this moment, Zhang Jiaqi's mind was completely blank, and she had no idea what was going on.

Even though the person sitting opposite her was Wong Kar-wai, someone every actor in Hong Kong wanted to meet, she couldn't help but glance at the man sitting silently to the side from time to time.

At that moment, she really wanted to pull off his mask and see his true face.

"Okay, director, my car is here to pick me up. I'm leaving now. After you finish talking with Aqi, please take her home."

"Okay, I got it. Have a safe trip."

"Thanks. Hey, I'm off."

"Huh? Ah!" Zhang Jiaqi blinked, confused, and asked, "You went back?"

Chen Nuo smiled and said, "Yes, I'm going back."

Zhang Jiaqi had no idea that her understanding of going back was completely different from Chen Nuo's. She nodded and said, "Okay, then I'll go back to find you in a bit."

Chen Nuo smiled again, didn't reply, and continued, "Keep it up. Hey, I know you're a good actor, actually. The way you drank the soup that day, you really acted it so well. Actually, there wasn't any soup in the bowl. You were probably drinking with Grandpa before, right?"

"How do you know?"

"Haha, my nose isn't just for decoration. Of course I can smell that strong smell of alcohol. Okay, let's go, bye-bye."

"Oh, bye-bye."

Zhang Jiaqi watched the man leave, then sat down again.

With the person distracting her gone, she was actually able to concentrate better on dealing with Wang Jiawei's questions.

Omg.

If you told Gigi or Avi that Wang Jiawei was sitting across from her, she would still be daydreaming, and they would definitely say that she was daydreaming again.
“Come on, let’s try it out. Can we do it without any preparation?” Wang Jiawei suddenly said after asking a few questions.

Zhang Jiaqi nodded without hesitation and said, "Okay."

Wang Jiawei chuckled and said, "Then come on, I'll tell you the story, and you act it out... Let's begin."

"3, 2, 1."

"Action!"

Zhang Jiaqi didn't know how well she acted, but she guessed it was probably not good.

Because Wang Jiawei's face showed no expression at all.

At this moment, he was even closer to the legendary, stern-faced Wang Jiawei. If they weren't at Jet Tone Film Studios, she might have seriously suspected it was some kind of cosplay.

In short, she inexplicably ended up here and inexplicably found herself auditioning in front of Wang Jiawei; she was completely unprepared.

Plus--

This is Wang Jiawei.

As everyone knows, Wang Jiawei has only ever used one newcomer in his entire career!
And that newcomer is now a superstar among superstars, a true king among kings. At least that's how it is in the eyes of a small-time actress like her.

If she could get a role in Wong Kar-wai's movie, no matter how big or small, even if it's just a bit part, her life would be completely changed.

These distracting thoughts lingered in her mind, causing her to feel genuinely flustered after the performance.

While hesitating whether to ask to try again, Wang Jiawei unexpectedly asked, "Do you have a management company now?"

Zhang Jiaqi was extremely nervous and shook her head, saying, "No, no."

Wang Jiawei said, "Then you need to find one quickly. Without an agency, they can't use you for filming."

"Okay, director." After agreeing, Zhang Jiaqi, as if struck by a sudden inspiration, blurted out, "Then, director, can I sign with your company?"

Wang Jiawei paused for a moment, then laughed and said, "I'll think about it. Okay, that's enough for today. I'll arrange a car to take you home. Come on, let me see you off."

At this moment, Zhang Jiaqi felt as if she were walking on air. She was really scared, afraid that she was dreaming.

So before leaving, I went to the bathroom and pinched myself hard, but I still didn't wake up. Only then did I feel a little relieved and regain some of my senses.

Wang Jiawei drove her to the parking garage and was about to get into the car when she suddenly remembered her question. After hesitating for a moment, she finally asked, "Director, are you and Ah Jun friends?"

Wang Jiawei laughed and said, "That's right."

"But... he met you while he was delivering takeout?" Zhang Jiaqi asked cautiously. "He never mentioned it before."

"Of course he wouldn't tell. If he did, he definitely wouldn't be able to stay with you anymore. Didn't you see he never took his mask off? You still don't know who he is, do you?"

Zhang Jiaqi was stunned, as if something had hit her head.

If she was dizzy before, she was completely dumbfounded at this moment.

"What do you mean, director?"

"He went there to experience life in your area because he was acting in a movie."

“Experience…life?” Zhang Jiaqi said, enunciating each word clearly. “Director, you mean, Ah Jun is an actor?”

Wang Jiawei said, "Yes, an actor."

"...Is he a celebrity?"

"Yes, a star, a big star, a really big star."

"Who is he...?" Actually, at this point, a name had already popped into Zhang Jiaqi's mind.

Wang Jiawei is considered a superstar among superstars, and after thinking about it, there are only a few people like him.

However, there aren't actually that many people who fit the age criteria.

In fact, it could be said that Zhang Jiaqi could only think of that one person right now.

That person also happened to be surnamed Chen.

But she really couldn't believe it.

Who can believe that?
But when you think about it, there are so many coincidences.

He came to live in the public housing.

He happened to be in Hong Kong filming a movie.

Grandpa said he was going to visit relatives in the mainland.

Two days later, she saw in a magazine that he had attended Zhang Yimou's premiere in the capital.

He is 186 cm tall.

He is also 186 cm tall.

Yes, although we can't see his face, his eyes...

His eyes! They look exactly the same!

At this moment, Zhang Jiaqi walked to the car door and grabbed the Alphard's door.

The thought of them sharing a room, of what she said to him after drinking that day, and of how she had linked arms with him just now, made her legs feel as weak as noodles, and she could barely stand.

Wang Jiawei laughed and said, "You all know his surname is Chen. What do you think? Here's a hint: of all the people in the world with the surname Chen, the most famous one is him."

The guesses in my mind became reality, and then everything went blank.

Zhang Jiaqi stared blankly at Wang Jiawei.

For some reason, past conversations are replaying in my mind with incredible clarity.

Until just now.

Zhang Jiaqi suddenly asked, "Director, has he finished filming all his scenes in Hong Kong this time?"

"Yes, his filming wrapped up yesterday."

"So when he said he was leaving, it was him..."

"Yes, he's probably going back to pack his things now. He's heading back to the mainland today. He has a lot of things to do at the Shanghai International Film Festival."

"Really... Director, could you please have the driver take me back quickly? I want to ask him a question."

"Haha, okay, but you have to tell me your question and his answer later. Is that alright?"

"have to!!"

(End of this chapter)