Hong Kong 1980: Me and the Queen Swapped Clothes

Without thinking, Cheng Long rushed out, grabbing the stool he was sitting on in the process.

Ignoring the pedestrians around him, he threw the weapon directly at the back of the two thugs who were rushing forward.

Yuen Biao grabbed a beer bottle and, mimicking the thug's actions, threw it at his head.

Unfortunately, neither of them was making a movie, so they didn't have the accuracy shown in the film.

The bench was large enough that it managed to hit one of the thugs in the back, causing him to stumble.

Just then, one of the thugs went to pull his staggering accomplice, but was caught red-handed by Cheng Long, who was furious and had nowhere to vent his anger. Immediately, his fists rained down on him.

"Ouch, good man, stop hitting me!" The two quickly begged for mercy.

"If I see you again, I'll beat you up every time! You even steal girls' salaries, you're inhuman!" Cheng Long cursed and mocked, while Yuen Biao next to him winked at him.

Cheng Long was confused: "What's wrong? The money isn't in there?"

Yuen Biao chuckled and handed over the bag in his hand: "Your fans are here! It's full of your DVDs. You're really lucky to run into us on the street."

Cheng Long was getting more and more confused. He took the bag and looked at it, and then he understood what Yuen Biao meant. There were DVDs of Yuen Biao's movies in the bag. They looked half new and half old, almost worn out, but the owner had carefully wrapped them in a plastic bag, which warmed Cheng Long's heart.

"I never expected that I would actually save my fans." Jackie Chan chuckled and walked back with Yuen Biao, ignoring the interruption they had just had, as the two thugs had already fled in a sorry state.

"Little girl, don't cry. We've already gotten your bag back. Count the money inside to see if any is missing." Cheng Long, thinking himself cool, handed the bag to the other woman. Perhaps because she was a fan, he even asked Shui Nu to check if the amount of money in her wallet matched.

Qin Weiming glanced down at his bag, not bothering to count the money, but instead gratefully snatched out his CDs first: "I'm glad my CDs weren't damaged. My money was all in the red envelope, and it's still here. Thank you, thank you."

Jackie Chan's heart skipped a beat, but he pretended not to see Yuen Biao's teasing: "You like Jackie Chan that much?"

Fang Yanmei nodded, looking down at the discs and money in her hands: "I've liked him for many years. I've even watched Jackie Chan's old 'Wooden Dummy' shows, and I also watched the ones when he was Bruce Lee's stunt double."

Now, even Jackie Chan had to believe it. If it weren't for his fans' dedication, how could they have unearthed this history of him being Bruce Lee's stunt double?

He may not be well-known in Hollywood, but he still has a group of very loyal fans in Hong Kong, which is the foundation and basis of his success there.

Thinking about this, Cheng Long found Qin Weiming more and more pleasing to the eye. Coupled with the other party's constant praise and compliments on Cheng Long's movies, his mood improved greatly, and he no longer felt depressed in Hollywood.

Yuen Biao couldn't help but ask, "Then look up and see who helped you?"

Qin Weiming looked up at that moment, as if only now recognizing the person in front of him, and exclaimed in surprise, "You are, you are Jackie Chan? I, I am your fan! This is great! I can't believe I've met you here! Ah, could you sign my autograph? But I didn't bring a pen with me. I'll go buy one over there. Can you wait for me?"

Cheng Long's previous hostility vanished amidst the excessive admiration of the overly pretty girl in front of him. He chuckled and said, "No problem, we'll wait for you here."

Then, the owner of the char siu shop next door, ruining the mood, ran out and yelled: "You two, not only did you skip out on your bill, but you also stole one of my stools! You two are so filthy, pay up right now!"

Before Yuen Biao and Jackie Chan could even get angry, Qin Weiming became agitated: "Boss, how can you talk like that? My brothers Jackie Chan and Jackie Chan borrowed your stool to save me, acting out of a sense of justice. I'll pay you double how much the stool cost! And bring me all the good food and drinks in your shop; I want to thank my brothers Jackie Chan and Jackie Chan! Boss, you'll never make a fortune doing business like this. Listen to me, apologize to Jackie Chan and Jackie Chan. They're destined for greatness; they'll give your shop a few pointers, and you'll have no trouble making money!"

The boss was taken aback by Qin Weiming's words and dared not act as arrogantly as before. Furthermore, Qin Weiming had already placed a thousand Hong Kong dollars on the table: "Is this enough?"

"That's enough, that's enough, you wait here, I'll go cut up the duck for you right now." The boss put away the money with a big smile.

Qin Weiming snorted and instructed, "We don't have enough ducks, so we'll cut up some roast goose."

Yuen Biao couldn't help but chuckle, and secretly nudged Jackie Chan: "Your female fan is really something. She doesn't have much money herself, yet she still treats us like this."

Upon hearing this, Cheng Long realized that Qin Weiming didn't have much money in her pocket. Judging from her youthful face, she was probably not very old. Cheng Long, who was much richer than most people at the time, quickly said, "Miss, I'll pay for this. You're so young, how could I let you pay?"

"Brother Long, I'm just a guy in this business too. You've earned your money, but you guys helped me just now. If I let you treat me again, I'd be too embarrassed to eat with you. You wouldn't even give me the honor of eating with you, would you?" Qin Weiming was glib, but his words were pleasant to hear. Plus, he was handsome, so Cheng Long was a little dizzy and embarrassed. He said, "Then you can have yours. I'll treat next time."

That was exactly what he wanted to hear, but Qin Weiming's face didn't show any unusual expression, as if Cheng Long was just being polite.

Qin Weiming continued, "Then next time Brother Long invites someone to dinner, remember to invite me. I'll go buy a pen and write it on this piece of paper. Could you please wait here for me, Brother Long?"

Watching Qin Weiming leave, Yuen Biao wanted to tease Cheng Long, but saw Cheng Long subconsciously trying to tidy up the messy papers in his hand. He then saw Cheng Long staring blankly at the papers and asked, "What's wrong? What are you spacing out for? Are you really interested in that girl from earlier?" He knew that Cheng Long only liked the kind of girls who were particularly beautiful and feminine, and the girl from earlier was clearly not his type.

Only Cheng Long glanced guiltily in the direction Qin Weiming had left, then secretly unfolded the paper and showed it to Yuen Biao: "Yuen Biao, look, is this notebook written for me?"

Yuen Biao glanced at it; it was a very simple script, not many words, with the plot summarized in just two or three pages. He wondered what Jackie Chan was so surprised about.

This is something Yuen Biao didn't understand, but Jackie Chan knew his stuff; the two or three scene descriptions in the text really suited Jackie Chan's taste.

Just looking at it, he could already imagine how popular and successful the scene would be when it was filmed, and how perfectly it matched his skills, as if it were written specifically for him.