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

Two days later, Ah-Jie's scenes were officially wrapped up.

Ye Mo finished filming the last shot.

Ah Jie was shot and fell to the ground, his white suit soaked in blood, and his sunglasses shattered in two on the concrete floor.

When Yip Wai-shun yelled "Cut!", the props team pushed out a small cake with four words written crookedly on it in chocolate sauce: "Goodbye, Ah-Jie".

Hung Kam-pao didn't show up; he went to Kuala Lumpur to scout locations in the morning.

But he had Ah-Qiang deliver a red envelope, which was quite thick and had the Sammo Hung Stunt Team's gold-stamped logo printed on the cover.

Ye Mo accepted the red envelope and thanked everyone in the group one by one.

The props crew patted him on the back and said, "You have to come to Hong Kong for a meal next time you visit."

The makeup artist pulled him aside for three photos.

Zeng Zidan leaned against the wall and waited for him to finish his work before coming over.

"Where are you going next? Are you really going to audition for Lao Liu's?"

"I'll give it a try. I don't know if I'll be able to get on."

Zeng Zidan looked at him and remained silent for two seconds.

"Yes, you can go."

How did you know?

"I still highly recognize your abilities!"

Ye Mo smiled and did not refute.

My phone vibrated.

Liu Sishi's WeChat message: She and Yang Mi arrived in Hong Kong in the afternoon and made plans to have dinner that evening.

Ye Mo returned a location, put his phone back in his pocket, and started packing his things.

The movements were a little faster than usual.

At 3 p.m., a black Alphard was parked outside the steel shed in Tseung Kwan O.

When the car door opened, the stagehands at the entrance were moving props.

He looked up and almost dropped the box.

Yang Mi was the first to get off.

Sunglasses pushed up to her forehead, a long trench coat, and high heels clicking on the concrete floor—she had just flown in from Beijing and still carried the scent of perfume from the airport duty-free shop.

The second person to come down was Liu Sishi.

Wearing a white shirt and jeans, her hair tied in a low ponytail, and with her usual reserved demeanor, her temperament was completely different from the roughness of the iron shed—the moment she stood there, even the prop-carryers would consciously give way.

Yang Mi stood at the entrance of the iron shed and peeked inside, a smile playing on her lips.

"This is the territory of the Hung Ga Ban (Sammo Hung's stunt team)? It looks like a factory."

"It was originally a factory that was converted," Liu Sishi said.

"Where is Ye Mo?"

As soon as he finished speaking, Ye Mo walked out of the dressing room.

He had changed back into his own clothes—a black T-shirt and jeans; his hair was freshly washed, still blond, but the color had faded. He

Upon seeing the two people at the door, he paused for a moment.

All eyes in the iron shed turned to them.

The stuntmen were a beat slower in their work.

Someone asked the person next to them in a low voice.

"Isn't that Yang Mi?"

"Is that Liu Sishi next to you?"

"Who are they looking for?"

"Does Ye Mo know them?"

Then Ye Mo walked over, shook hands with Yang Mi, and nodded to Liu Sishi.

Liu Sishi began to introduce Yang Mi to Ye Mo.

"You don't need to introduce Sister Honey. If you don't know Sister Honey in this industry, you might as well not be in it!" Ye Mo said naturally.

Yang Mi looked him up and down, raising her eyebrows.

Ye Mo's first impression on her was quite good.

After a brief chat, Yang Mi remarked with interest, "Your look—you still haven't washed off your blond hair?"

"The role requires it."

"What kind of character needs a blond guy?"

"A killer who kills without speaking."

"Can't you just play a normal person?" Yang Mi shook her head with a smile. "Last time you were a madwoman, this time you're a mute, what are you going to play next?"

Liu Sishi didn't say anything, but the corners of her mouth curved slightly.

Ren Dahua happened to come out of the shed, saw Yang Mi, paused for a moment, and then smiled: "Little Yang? What are you doing here?"

"Brother Hua." Yang Mi extended her hand, "My friend is filming here, so I came to visit. It's been a long time."

"Your friend—" Ren Dahua turned to look at Ye Mo, his expression becoming subtle. "Ye Mo?"

"Mm." Yang Mi nodded.

Ren Dahua looked at Ye Mo, then at Yang Mi, and then at Liu Sishi, who had been standing to the side without saying much.

Then he patted Ye Mo on the shoulder, his tone meaningful.

"Little Yezi, you have quite a few friends, and they're all beautiful girls."

Several stuntmen around couldn't help but laugh.

A props crew member peeked out from the side: "Teacher Ye, who is this? Could you introduce him?"

"I've already explained it," Ye Mo said helplessly.

"I heard you—Teacher Yang Mi, Teacher Liu Sishi, the question is, how did you know them? It's one thing if you know one person, but both of them came to visit the set?" The uncle counted on his fingers, his expression exaggerated. "I've been in this industry for twenty years, and no one has ever come to visit my set."

"That's because you're playing a prop," someone nearby chimed in.

"What's wrong with props? Props have dignity too."

Ye Mo was surrounded and teased by a group of people, which made him feel a little embarrassed, but he felt warm inside.

These people teased him because they genuinely considered him one of their own.

Yang Mi stood to the side watching this scene, then turned to Liu Sishi and whispered, "He's quite popular on set."

Liu Sishi didn't speak, but her eyes were fixed on Ye Mo.

The restaurant for dinner was chosen by Yang Mi; it was a private kitchen in an old building in Tsim Sha Tsui.

Outside the window, you can see a small patch of Victoria Harbour, where lights reflect on the water, shimmering like scattered gold.

A table full of dishes was served—Typhoon Shelter Crab, Salt and Pepper Nine-belly Fish, Steamed Spare Ribs with Black Bean Sauce, Garlic Bok Choy, plus a pot of slow-cooked soup.

Yang Mi started eating first.

She eats very efficiently, with quick eyes and hands, clearly honed from years of scrambling for lunchboxes on film sets.

"Ye Mo, do you have a girlfriend right now?"

The chopsticks stopped in mid-air.

A mouthful of soup got stuck in my throat.

Ye Mo coughed twice before he recovered.

Why are you asking this?

"Just asking." Yang Mi picked up a piece of pork rib and put it in her mouth, her tone as casual as if she were asking about the weather. "You're on the rise right now, dating is no small matter. So many male celebrities in the industry get caught up in scandals right after they become famous, and it's a complete mess."

"No," Ye Mo said calmly. "I'm not considering it for now."

He didn't look at anyone when he spoke.

The chopsticks reached out and picked up a piece of bok choy heart, the movement was very steady.

Yang Mi glanced at Liu Sishi out of the corner of her eye.

Liu Sishi was drinking her soup with her head down. (Spoon)

I stirred it twice but couldn't scoop anything up.

The overhead light cast shadows of eyelashes onto his face, obscuring his expression.

"Not considering it?" Yang Mi put down her chopsticks. "It's true that you're on the rise right now, but if you wait until this phase is over, all the good ones will have already been taken."

"Honey, are you here to introduce me to someone?"

"I just asked casually."

Yang Mi smiled and didn't say anything more.

She picked up her teacup, took a sip, and glanced at Liu Sishi over the rim of the cup.

Liu Sishi was still drinking soup, but she hadn't touched the soup much from beginning to end.

Yang Mi put down her tea and changed the subject.

"Ye Mo, seriously—what are your plans next? 'SPL' has finished filming, and Running Man has wrapped up. What's next?"

"Let's do a screen test first. Director Liu Weiqiang has a new project. I'll go in a few days."

Yang Mi's eyebrows twitched. Liu Weiqiang—she certainly knew the weight of that name.

Are you confident?

"No, but I'd like to give it a try."

"Regardless of whether Liu Weiqiang's film comes to fruition or not," Yang Mi leaned forward, her tone shifting from casual conversation to serious business.

"You need a team. Do you know how many people in the industry want to sign you right now? You have almost two million followers on Weibo. The role of Feng Yuxiu alone has blown up the action film market for you. But if you work alone, there will always be a limit to the resources you can get. An endorsement that I can get with one phone call, you might not even get the news if you don't have a management team."

Ye Mo listened quietly without interrupting.

"I can set up a studio for you, affiliated with my company, with independent finances and creative freedom. I'll provide legal, business, and publicity support. The terms are negotiable."

Ye Mo remained silent for a few seconds.

The conditions she set were considered extremely generous within the industry.

For someone in the midst of a gamble to be willing to shoulder the pressure and pave the way for newcomers—this is something not everyone can do.

But he still put down his chopsticks.

"Thank you, Sister Honey. Really," he said earnestly. "But I really don't plan to sign with a company right now. I want to continue on my own for a while longer."

Yang Mi looked at him. Her expression didn't change, but the light in her eyes dimmed slightly.

"You want to carry it yourself?"

"right."

"How long do you think you can go it alone?"

"I don't know," Ye Mo said, "but I want to give it a try. I have my own path in life, and if I sign with a company now, no matter how good the terms are, there will always be an extra layer of concerns. Right now, I only need to be responsible for myself."

Liu Sishi put down her spoon and turned to look at Ye Mo.

"Sometimes I really don't understand you. Other people are desperate to sign with big companies, but you, when they're offered to you, you don't even want them."

Ye Mo smiled.

"Maybe I'm just stubborn."

Liu Sishi looked at him for two seconds.

"You're the axis."

"Let's eat." Ye Mo picked up his chopsticks.

Yang Mi leaned back in her chair, glanced at Ye Mo, and then at Liu Sishi.

She didn't say anything. But her fingers circled the rim of the glass twice, as if she was thinking about something.

The lights of Victoria Harbour outside the window flickered.

A sightseeing boat sailed across the sea, its neon lights flashing in a blurry, colorful display.

Liu Sishi picked up her chopsticks, took a piece of steamed pork rib, and took a bite.

I chewed for a long time, but couldn't swallow it.

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