Hong Kong 1980: Me and the Queen Swapped Clothes

Yuen Biao gave Jackie Chan a disdainful look: "Do you think I can't read? The name on this script is clearly for you, isn't it? She's a fan of yours, so it's perfectly normal for her to write a script for you, isn't it?"

Jackie Chan quietly closed the script: "This is too much of a coincidence. I'll find another opportunity to ask about it later."

Cheng Long and Yuen Biao naturally showed no sign of anything amiss. After Qin Weiming returned, the three of them ate and drank in the shop. When they were full, Cheng Long felt an instant connection with the sweet-talking young woman. With Yuen Biao adding his own jokes, everyone was thoroughly enjoying themselves.

"Brother Long, could you sign this for me? I forgot to buy a notebook." When it was time to part, Cheng Long hadn't found the right words yet, but Qin Weiming was already preparing to ask him for an autograph before going home.

Yuen Biao was watching anxiously from the side, so Jackie Chan forced himself to speak up: "Um, Anita Mui, I wanted to ask, what's written on this piece of paper? I glanced at it earlier because it wasn't finished, and it looked like a script, right?"

Yuen Biao, standing to the side, was so embarrassed by the awkward conversation that he scratched his toes on the ground, while Jackie Chan's palms were sweating nervously.

Qin Weiming, without hesitation, laughed and said, "This is the script I wrote for you, Brother Long. But at that time, I never thought I would meet you in real life. Have you read it? Well, is my handwriting too messy for you to understand?"

"No, no, I think your script is quite interesting. Also, its name is 'Young Master Dragon,' is it really written for me?" Cheng Long was overjoyed. He looked at Qin Weiming and felt that his originally handsome face had become exceptionally charming. However, he had no improper thoughts about men and women in his heart. He was only happy to have encountered a golden finger.

"Can I borrow this script to take a look? And were the action ideas in this script your own? Ah Mei, what exactly do you do?" Cheng Long was equally delighted to see talent. He was surrounded by roughnecks, and almost none of them spoke as pleasantly as Qin Weiming.

"Of course you can. It was originally written for you, Brother Long. It's normal for you to take it for free. Without you, there would be no idea. I'm just a singer. I dropped out of school when I was four to make a living and support my mom and my two older brothers. But they kept asking for more and more, and I couldn't afford to support them anymore. I was also afraid that my mom would sell me to someone else, so I had to sneak out of the house. The salary I got today is my living expenses for the next few months."

Qin Weiming spoke carefree, his voice as cheerful as ever. Even though Cheng Long had clearly expressed his appreciation for his script, he still waved his hand and said that Cheng Long could take it for free. Hearing this, Yuen Biao got a brain buzz and winked at Cheng Long. Such a good girl, we can't let her suffer, right?

Cheng Long was also stunned, not even noticing Yuen Biao's wink. Only Cheng Long, who was also raised by his parents from a young age, could understand the bitterness hidden behind Qin Weiming's nonchalant words.

At dinner tonight, Qin Weiming was praising him and Yuen Biao in every word she said. Now that he heard that the script was actually Qin Weiming's own idea, Cheng Long had the idea of ​​bringing her into his team. After listening to what Qin Weiming had to say, Cheng Long calmed down. The other party had obviously experienced much more than he had thought.

"Brother Long, you can keep the script. We'll meet again when we have dinner in a couple of days." Qin Weiming waved goodbye casually and left, not caring about the impact of the bombshells he had just dropped on the two of them.

Still dazed from the explosion, Yuen Biao couldn't stand it anymore and sidled up to Jackie Chan: "Yuen Biao, you're so heartless! She's so pitiful, and you just kept her script without giving her a single penny. Her family is clearly all unreliable; they've all been reduced to struggling to make a living on their own, and you didn't even lend them a hand."

"Shut up. I didn't say I wouldn't help her. I was just thinking about how to help! She's so capable. It would be great if she could join my team and help me. It's a pity she's a woman." Cheng Long sighed. He really admired Qin Weiming, but it was a pity that she was a woman, and it wouldn't be convenient for her to be around him.

"What does it matter? As long as she stays with the film crew, that's fine. Anyway, she said she's struggling financially and just wants to find a place to eat." Everyone chatted a lot at the dinner table. With Qin Weiming's eloquence, Yuen Biao and Cheng Long unknowingly obtained a lot of information about Fang Yanmei. They knew that she had a good singing voice, but now she wanted to change careers to make a living, but no one could guide her into the industry, and her family was unreliable, etc.

Upon hearing Yuen Biao's words, Jackie Chan's eyes lit up: "You're right! Getting her into the film crew is just a matter of a word from me, isn't it?"

"You hesitated there for so long, I thought it was going to be a lot of trouble." Yuen Biao was speechless.

Cheng Long dashed out, leaving Yuen Biao stunned. A short while later, he ran back dejectedly, saying, "Oh no, Ah Mei is already gone."

"They've been gone for ages before you finally thought to chase after them. But you really aren't even a little bit attracted to Ah Mei, are you? Don't ruin another innocent girl's life." Yuen Biao's mole twitched, joining in the mockery of Jackie Chan's foolishness.

Cheng Long chuckled, "You might not believe me, but when I talk to Ah Mei, it's just like I'm talking to you, my brother. There's absolutely no romantic feeling between us."

Yuen Biao was taken aback: "Holy crap, me too!"

Both men were young and vigorous, and had dealt with women quite often. However, when they talked to Qin Weiming, they felt as if they were sitting opposite a man, without any of the awkwardness they would have when interacting with women.

Thinking of this, Cheng Long's desire to recruit Qin Weiming into his team became even stronger.

"Why bother making it for the day after tomorrow? Let's just reschedule for tomorrow."

Yuen Biao was egging him on from the side.

Cheng Long asked suspiciously, "Why are you even more enthusiastic than me?"

Yuen Biao chuckled: "If you've started working, then I can definitely start working too. I'm almost broke right now. You've been adventuring across the ocean for so long, and I've spent all the money you earned before."

"Good lad, you've been waiting for me here." Cheng Long thought for a moment, "Then I'll call Ah Mei tomorrow and see if I can arrange to meet her for a talk sooner. I'll go back and go through the script again tonight, and if all goes well, we can start filming in a couple of days."

At that time, filmmaking didn't involve the long planning stages that are common in later generations. People like Jackie Chan, who had been making films since childhood, were used to setting up a project every few days, starting filming quickly, finishing in a month, and releasing it in theaters after two days of editing.

The efficiency of their actions was so high that it would put future generations to shame and even make them doubt the authenticity of these speeds.