Hong Kong 1980: Me and the Queen Swapped Clothes

As soon as Qin Weiming left, Cheng Kui'an, who had been hiding in the shadows, immediately ran over: "How did it go? Did it work?"

"We managed to get through to them, but I don't know if he really meant it when he said we could meet another day." Qin Weiming asked the two thugs, "Are they alright? Were they injured?"

"They were just minor injuries. Those two held back. I gave them four hundred each and that was it." Cheng Kui'an smiled and handed the remaining two hundred to Qin Weiming.

"Keep it. You've been running around contacting them all, and you're short on money for food lately," Qin Weiming said.

Cheng Kui'an stubbornly stuffed the money into his hand: "Amei, I've received so much help from you, it's only right that I help you out, especially since you're busy with important matters. I'm happy to be able to help you."

"Alright." Qin Weiming sighed. This made him feel uneasy. Cheng Kui'an was too honest. Since he wouldn't accept it, he would find another opportunity to repay him.

Although Cheng Kui'an was a bit simple-minded, he was well aware of what Qin Weiming was doing, but he didn't think there was anything wrong with it.

It's incredibly difficult for people at the bottom to climb the social ladder. They'll try anything, as long as it works. Besides, in Qin Weiming's view, his method wouldn't harm anyone else. The only two who would suffer a loss were willing to exchange it for a beating. Qin Weiming paid them a satisfactory reward, and everyone was happy.

This is Cheng Kui'an's way of surviving. He felt there was no problem with the deal, and the two thugs thanked him profusely before leaving, saying they would come again next time.

"What do you want me to do next?" Cheng Kui'an was still a little eager to try, as he felt he was quite good at this kind of work.

Qin Weiming shook his head: "You don't need to do anything. Go back and get some sleep. You don't need to stay with me tomorrow, Brother Kui. I've done everything I needed to do. If it really doesn't work out, I'll have to find another way."

"Oh, okay, then I'll go back to Shaw Brothers and wait for work to start." Cheng Kui'an didn't dwell on it, said goodbye to Qin Weiming, and went back to take care of his mother.

When Qin Weiming returned home, he first took a quick shower to wash away the smell of alcohol. Only after changing into clean clothes did he feel relaxed.

As for tonight's drinking session, Qin Weiming is the type who can drink beer without getting drunk, and Fang Yanmei's physical condition is also good in this regard. So, he doesn't know if Yuan Biao and Cheng Long will get drunk tonight, but Qin Weiming will be completely unaffected.

"Write down what happened tonight in this notebook so that Fang Yanmei can see it and know what happened." Qin Weiming carefully wrote down what he had done in the past two days in the notebook, then he lay down on the bed and started snoring.

Early in the morning, Qin Weiming heard his grandmother calling him from downstairs: "Amei, Amei, you have a phone call!"

"Ah? Coming, coming, thank you, Grandma." Qin Weiming didn't have the money to install a phone, so he had to share one with the other people in the building. The person calling him was his landlady, Grandma.

"Ah Mei, this is Cheng Long. Are you free to come out for breakfast now?" Cheng Long on the other end of the phone sounded energetic and got straight to the point, asking if he was free.

"I'm free," Qin Weiming said calmly, trying not to appear too happy.

When Qin Weiming saw Cheng Long, he was amazed by the other's vitality. He had slept all night, but he didn't look as energetic as Cheng Long, who hadn't slept all night: "Brother Long, don't you need to sleep? I see that your eyes don't have any bloodshot."

Jackie Chan smiled and said, "I slept for four hours last night, but then I got up again thinking about your script. Let's eat first and talk while we eat."

Qin Weiming felt a bit miserable. He suddenly realized that the powerful figure he had painstakingly planned to latch onto was a workaholic.

He was so energetic after only four hours of sleep, while Cheng Long had slept for a full seven hours and was still less energetic. This made him realize that he needed to exercise more when he got back.

"Actually, your script isn't particularly outstanding, but it's truly tailor-made for me. To be honest, this script is written so well, it feels like I wrote it myself," Jackie Chan couldn't help but say as Qin Weiming ate a shrimp dumpling.

Qin Weiming rolled his eyes and said without any hesitation, "Brother Long, you're so narcissistic, but I'm also happy that you like this book."

Cheng Long chuckled. The more he looked at the script, the more he liked it, and the more amazed he became that a woman like Qin Weiming could imagine such vivid and grand action scenes.

"Ah Mei, let me tell you, this script has to be filmed by me. No one else can capture the effect you wrote," Cheng Long said earnestly.

Qin Weiming stopped eating, and Cheng Long noticed his hesitation. He couldn't help but ask, "What's wrong? Doesn't it taste good?"

"No, it's Brother Long. Have you considered that even for you, filming such action scenes would be very risky? Someone could easily get seriously injured. Do you really want to film it?" Qin Weiming reminded Cheng Long, which was understandable.

Cheng Long frowned again. He understood Qin Weiming's meaning. He had tossed and turned all night thinking about this. But for someone like Cheng Long who makes a living from action, such a good action idea was like a dog finding a giant bone. No matter how hard it was to chew, he had to give it a try.

"I'm definitely going to give it a try. After you finish eating, I'll take you to my boss to talk about this notebook," Cheng Long said.

Qin Weiming nodded, not taking it seriously at all, and continued to eat heartily, as filling his stomach as quickly as possible was the most important thing.

Cheng Long chuckled and scolded, "Ah Mei, you're a girl, don't eat so much."

Qin Weiming pointed to his thin, bony frame: "My mom never let me eat my fill when I was little, but she fattened up my two older brothers. Now that I've finally escaped, can't I even eat my fill?"

Cheng Long immediately clasped his hands together in an apologetic gesture: "It's alright, you can eat it. It was Brother Long who misspoke. No, leave some for me! You finished the whole plate of shrimp dumplings!"

Despite his words, Cheng Long couldn't help but pick up his chopsticks and start fighting with Qin Weiming for the food.

There were only three shrimp dumplings on the plate, and Cheng Long only managed to grab one, which he stuffed into his mouth and swallowed whole.

He glared at Qin Weiming, but remembering how pitiful she had been, Cheng Long could only wave his hand and say, "Waiter, I'll bring you two more servings of shrimp dumplings."

As a result, Qin Weiming finished his own portion first, and then snatched one of Cheng Long's portions. Cheng Long tried to stop him with his chopsticks but failed, so he could only laugh and scold, "If you can't finish it, order some more. I still have enough money. Don't choke on it."

After the two finished their business, the food tasted especially delicious when they were vying for it. At least that's what Cheng Long thought. He felt that he was getting closer and closer to Qin Weiming. He ate the meal earlier with extra relish, especially Qin Weiming's eating habits. He always seemed to have a greedy attitude towards food, as if he could never get enough.