Hong Kong 1980: Me and the Queen Swapped Clothes

Although Cheng Kui'an was of low status, his connections as a martial arts instructor made it easy for him to lead Qin Weiming inside.

"Once we go in, let's not do anything out of line. Just watch the show. No one will usually chase us away. If you're curious, go ahead and take a look." Cheng Kui'an said as he went to talk to someone he knew, asking them to help him find some work.

Qin Weiming wasn't shy around strangers. He followed Cheng Kui'an's instructions and didn't wander around aimlessly. Instead, he cleverly chose a relatively empty spot to secretly observe the surrounding area.

The props and makeup artists, lighting technicians, and sound engineers come and go, and the scene is always chaotic yet orderly, creating a strange sense of order.

Cheng Kui'an quickly returned to Qin Weiming: "You're lucky, Cheng Long came back a couple of days ago, but I don't know if he'll come to the set today."

"It's alright, we don't need to wait here, it will only cause trouble. Come with me to look at some apartments." Qin Weiming quickly led Cheng Kuian to see several apartments. The cheapest one was naturally the kind with a monthly rent of five hundred Hong Kong dollars, without even a bathroom. It was cramped, had almost no sunlight, and was a walk-up apartment with a musty smell.

"Change rooms. Are there any other decent rooms? I'm afraid I'll get eczema if I stay in this kind of room for too long." Qin Weiming slipped a pack of cigarettes to the agent.

The real estate agent, with his yellow teeth, glanced at Qin Weiming with some surprise, then looked at Cheng Kui'an beside him with a fierce expression: "This is my own sister. It's her first time out here and she wants to find a job on her own. Don't give her this kind of lousy place."

"She looks like your boss, you two don't look alike at all," the real estate agent muttered. However, the man with the yellow teeth didn't say much more. After accepting Qin Weiming's cigarette, his attitude became more enthusiastic and proactive: "You don't want the five-hundred-dollar apartment? Then there are many more options for the one-thousand-dollar ones. Look at this one, besides being on the top floor, everything else is fully equipped, and it even has a separate bathroom. Outside of Kowloon, such a large apartment for only one thousand is already very good."

Qin Weiming looked around the room. He wasn't sure how long it would be before he and Fang Yanmei switched bodies again, so he had to consider Fang Yanmei's situation. As a grown man, he didn't care where he lived, but Fang Yanmei was still a seventeen-year-old girl, and she must have had her own ideas and plans about her living environment.

The original living conditions of the Fang family were already bad enough, and Qin Weiming didn't want Fang Yanmei to suffer any more. Although this house was a bit far from the film set, it was at least clean and tidy, spacious, and didn't feel cramped. Most importantly, the house had windows and a separate bathroom, and the light shining into the room felt great. The real estate agent wasn't lying; this house was probably discounted.

"Okay, let's go with this one. Let's sign a contract with one month's rent as deposit and one month's rent in advance." Qin Weiming nodded and finalized the decision to buy the house.

Big Yellow Teeth immediately objected: "I always pay one month's deposit and two months' rent in advance."

"Boss, don't you want to make a fortune in business? My sister just got out, so please take care of her. Once I become famous, I'll definitely introduce more business to you." Cheng Kui'an said forcefully to Da Huangya, putting his arm around his shoulder and going outside to chat.

Faced with Cheng Kui'an's fierce face that clearly indicated he had been to prison, Da Huangya compromised: "Then let's settle for one month's deposit and pay one month's rent in advance. After the contract is signed, give the keys to your sister."

Qin Weiming was finally satisfied. It was indeed necessary to bring Cheng Kui'an over; it immediately saved him a thousand.

"Brother Kui, could you ask around for me and find out where Jackie Chan usually likes to go? Also, could you find me two people who are not usually involved in the film industry?" Qin Weiming found Cheng Kui'an quite easy to use. This guy had a rather complicated background and always relied on his fierce face to make people unforgettable. He was also incredibly efficient.

Cheng Kui'an agreed without hesitation; it wouldn't take much effort. However, after hearing Qin Weiming's arrangements, he widened his eyes and asked, "Isn't this a lie?"

Qin Weiming rolled his eyes: "To lie, you have to lie to the other person's money or their person, right? You're saying I just want to get to know him, what could I possibly lie to him about? Do you think I'm that kind of person?"

Cheng Kui'an thought about it and agreed: "No problem, I'll let you know once I've found the right person. Just make sure you keep an eye on Cheng Long's matter yourself."

Qin Weiming gave an OK sign, indicating that everything was fine, and then saw Cheng Kui'an off. He then turned around and went to the CD shop to buy more CDs. When he paid the bill, Qin Weiming felt a pang of regret; these few discs had cost him almost a thousand yuan. "Boss, do you have any used DVDs here?"

"Yes, it's 60% off the original price. Do you want it?" The shopkeeper kicked the box next to him.

Qin Weiming quickly agreed: "No problem, help me find some good ones."

The owner said impatiently, "Find it yourself, I still need to settle my bill."

Qin Weiming didn't bother with it. He squatted down and started rummaging through the box. He found several pieces of paper with patina that he had clearly examined repeatedly for a long time before finally going to the shopkeeper to pay the bill.

Whenever he had free time, Cheng Kui'an helped Qin Weiming find out which places Cheng Long frequented. Qin Weiming crossed out several high-end places with a pen. He only had less than 10,000 yuan left, and he would be kicked out if he went to such places to spend the night.

"Money doesn't last long," Qin Weiming sighed. This was Fang Yanmei's hard-earned monthly salary, equivalent to three months' salary for someone in Hong Kong today, but he had only spent about two-thirds of it in just two days.

Qin Weiming is still two steps away from entering the film industry.

Qin Weiming staked out Cheng Long for two days to finally determine his usual eating habits before sending people over for a late-night snack.

Inside the char siu shop.

Cheng Long had invited his junior apprentice, Yuen Biao, to dinner here. He sat at a table facing the street and drank silently.

Since the success of his two films, Jackie Chan has finally shed the stigma of his previous failures and said goodbye to the embarrassment of not being recognized when he went out on the street.

But that's all; it's not to the point where you can get a free meal just by entering the store.

In an attempt to break through his limitations and enhance his resume, Jackie Chan traveled to Hollywood, where, through his company's connections, he joined a Hollywood project team, only to be thoroughly humiliated by the foreigners.

Frustrated, Jackie Chan stared blankly at the chopsticks on the table. His signature long hair obscured his face, and few passersby recognized him. After a period without a movie release, Hong Kong people are extremely forgetful.

When Yuen Biao arrived, Cheng Long poured out his frustrations about his trip to the other side of the ocean. Yuen Biao also cursed him fiercely. Neither of them ate a meal, and there were already more than a dozen empty wine bottles on the table.

"Don't run! Help! They stole my bag! I finally earned my salary, sob sob sob, my mom is going to kill me when I get home!" The girl's panicked cries reached Yuen Biao and Jackie Chan's ears from the street.