Hong Kong 1980: Me and the Queen Swapped Clothes

Looking at Fang Yanmei, Cheng Long felt even more admiration for her. No matter what, Fang Yanmei accepted his invitation without hesitation, which was very kind of her.

This also gave Cheng Long the feeling that Fang Yanmei knew how to get things done. At least among those women, Cheng Long admired Fang Yanmei's strong presence in her career: "Okay, don't worry, I'll definitely give you a role."

Fang Yanmei smiled until Cheng Long left, then her smile crumbled, and she couldn't help but look at the people nearby, but no one met her gaze.

However, Fang Yanmei began to have doubts. Most of the people who filmed action scenes were from martial arts backgrounds or were the predecessors of stuntmen. Could she, someone who had never trained, do these things?

Having already made the boastful statement, Fang Yanmei was too embarrassed to go back on her word. She could only frantically search her mind for any way to salvage the situation.

"There's no other way. I can only go ask Brother Kui, Sister Yuan Qiu, and Yuan Biao tonight to see if they have any quick ways to improve." Fang Yanmei thought to herself. She had no other thoughts in mind but just wanted to practice more as soon as possible.

Then Cheng Kui'an said to her, "Training in the sweltering heat of summer and the freezing cold of winter, can you handle it?"

Fang Yanmei sighed: "If I couldn't handle this, Brother Kui, guess why I'm standing here now? Singing isn't an easy job either; we have to practice just like everyone else."

"Alright, then you should practice some more skills from now on. But can your body handle it? You have to learn so much every day." Cheng Kui'an was a little worried.

Fang Yanmei hesitated for a moment: "I think I can handle it. I feel like I've gained weight recently."

Thanks to the incredibly detailed recipes Qin Weiming left for Fang Yanmei before he left, as well as the countless meal reminders posted everywhere like bullet comments, Fang Yanmei ate as soon as she opened her eyes every day, with reminders for food everywhere.

This also reminded Fang Yanmei that her health is now her most important asset. If she had any reason not to cherish herself before, she can no longer do so now.

Whether it was Qin Weiming or anyone else, Fang Yanmei also tried her best to eat three meals on time every day, and she also picked up physical training again, mainly doing anaerobic strength training, which allowed Fang Yanmei to experience the joy of having strength.

Cheng Kui'an trained her, mainly focusing on stances and strength, as well as some simple fighting techniques.

However, Fang Yanmei quickly learned these skills. Not satisfied with that, she wrote in her notebook that she wanted to find other ways to learn more, but unfortunately, she couldn't find any.

When Qin Weiming woke up and opened his eyes again, he was already in Hong Kong.

"Yawn—"

Qin Weiming glanced down and, having learned to remain calm, said, "I wore it again."

"But this time it seems that Ah Mei has been eating well; her waistline is much firmer than before."

Qin Weiming had no evil intentions; he simply wanted to check if Fang Yanmei had been eating properly lately. If she was lying, Qin Weiming would be able to detect it immediately.

For example, he checked the number of eggs in the refrigerator and the rate at which the stored food in the house was disappearing. Qin Weiming was quite satisfied after checking everything. Although Fang Yanmei still didn't eat as much as him, she was eating much more than before. At least she was eating three meals a day on time.

"Notebook, notebook." Qin Weiming took out his notebook and began to read what Fang Yanmei had written recently. The more he read, the more surprised he became.

He hadn't expected that Fang Yanmei had done so much lately. While attending classes, she also went to Cheng Kui'an to learn martial arts, and she even learned a lot of fighting techniques. She even spontaneously wanted to learn other things.

Qin Weiming was quite ashamed of his own lack of enthusiasm for learning. If he had such a spirit, he wouldn't need to take the entrance exam for an arts school; he could just go through the proper channels to continue his education.

However, the thought of Fang Yanmei helping him with his exams and homework when he got back made Qin Weiming feel very happy. He felt like he had made a huge profit this time.

"If you want to learn how to film action scenes, you should go find Jackie Chan and the Seven Little Fortunes. They are professionals in this area." Qin Weiming could tell at a glance that Fang Yanmei was still holding back and was just playing around with the goodwill he had built up before. Wasn't the point of building up goodwill today?

So Qin Weiming went to find Cheng Long and the others another day, but before they could even speak, Yuen Biao quickly came over: "Ah Mei, don't say anything, Brother Long is having a hard time right now."

"What's wrong?" Qin Weiming, now using Fang Yanmei's name, didn't mind and directly asked Yuan Biao what had happened.

Yuen Biao, considering that Qin Weiming was no longer an outsider, recounted how Jackie Chan was troubled by the new script: "Your script is still too vague. Many action scenes still need to be designed by Jackie Chan. He hasn't slept a wink for days, he's been racking his brains trying to figure it out, but he still hasn't come up with anything satisfactory. So don't go up there now, or you'll get scolded if you offend him."

"Thanks, Brother Biao. I'll go check on him; maybe I can offer some advice." Qin Weiming immediately understood. After thanking Yuen Biao for his kindness, he curiously stepped forward and asked Cheng Long, "Brother Long, can I take a look? What's going on here?"

"In the later stages of the film, I need a large scene that can at least stimulate the audience's senses and make them feel that it's exciting enough and worth the ticket price. At the very least, they need to feel that it's worth paying for a ticket to see my movie, otherwise who will be willing to support me next time, right?" Cheng Long was also surprised to see Fang Yanmei. Nowadays, everyone around Cheng Long was avoiding him, afraid that he would get angry at them if they disturbed him.

"Ah Mei, why aren't you afraid of me?" Cheng Long asked, somewhat puzzled.

He asked so directly, and Qin Weiming chuckled. He pulled up a chair and sat down: "This is the script I wrote. You're worried about making my script even better, why should I be afraid of you?"

"That makes sense. Then come over and help me think about how to set up the scenes here to be impactful and interesting for the audience." Cheng Long thought it made sense. He and Fang Yanmei were now in the same boat, all tied together. So he handed the script to Qin Weiming and asked him to help him think of something.

Qin Weiming continued to scribble in his notebook, and Cheng Long watched intently. However, after a long time, he still couldn't figure out what Qin Weiming was drawing, and he became anxious: "Amei, do you even know how to do this? If you can't figure it out, don't cause trouble here."

His tone was harsh, clearly indicating his impatience with Qin Weiming wasting his time here.

Yuen Biao shrank back in fright. No matter what, he felt that Qin Weiming was a brave man at this moment, daring to go to Cheng Long at this time.

"Of course I would, but I have to ask you, Brother Long, how far are you willing to go for this movie?"

Hearing Qin Weiming's question, Cheng Long looked puzzled: "What do you mean?"

Qin Weiming pointed to the people passing by behind them; these were all company employees who could potentially become members of Jackie Chan's film crew at any time: "If you want action scenes that are exciting enough for the audience's senses, you know, these people might get injured and hospitalized. Do you want to give it a try?"

"What's your idea? Tell me, Ah Mei, I want to give it a try." Cheng Long was excited as soon as he heard this and said to Qin Weiming without thinking.

Qin Weiming didn't rush to answer him, but continued to persuade him: "Brother Long, a lot of people will really get hurt. The pressure will be more than you think."

Then Cheng Long, still eager to try, said: "It's okay, I'll take the pressure. Ah Mei, just say what you want. I knew you had ideas. I should have brought you here to discuss things sooner."

"Really? Is Ah Mei really that capable?" Yuen Biao peered curiously from behind. Qin Weiming gave him a nod, and Cheng Long glared at him: "Yuen Biao, go work somewhere else, don't loiter around here."

Looking at Jackie Chan in front of him, Yuen Biao held back for a while, but finally gave in and obediently went to the props team to help move props.

The others laughed and greeted him, "Brother Biao, what brings you here to lend a hand?"

"There was nothing I could do. They were having a meeting over there, so I was forced to come here." Yuen Biao said dejectedly, explaining how Qin Weiming and Cheng Long had sent him over.

The others immediately stood up for him: "Who does that woman think she is? Brother Biao, you've been with Brother Long the longest, and you're his junior brother. He should definitely side with you. How could he not give you face?"

"Yeah, that woman is just arrogant because she's favored. She looks down on people and even bullies Brother Biao just because she has some relationship with Brother Long." Everyone chimed in, and soon Fang Yanmei was stigmatized as a woman who rose to power by relying on Cheng Long.

Yuen Biao was initially pleased to hear everyone standing up for him, but he started to panic as the conversations began to diverge. This wasn't what he expected: "No, no, stop! It's not what you're thinking."

However, once public opinion takes hold, it is not something that Yuen Biao, the instigator, can stop.

Looking at the scene before him, Yuen Biao's face was a little embarrassed. He didn't know how to end this. He secretly looked at Qin Weiming behind him, who was still discussing things with Cheng Long. But the way everyone looked at them was not so innocent.

Some people were already unhappy about Qin Weiming's rapid rise to power, and now, with Yuen Biao's involvement, it's as if everyone has found a reason to step up. They look at Qin Weiming as if he were a common enemy, wishing they could roll up their sleeves and pull him down.

Cheng Long and Qin Weiming also sensed the change in the atmosphere around them, especially the fact that more people seemed to be whispering to them.

Although they couldn't sense the malice around them, Qin Weiming could feel the dissatisfaction and hostility in the eyes of many people looking at him, but he still didn't take their feelings to heart.

"Brother Long, you understand now. This means that the stuntmen are at great risk of injury, and no one can stop them. To achieve better action effects, sacrifices are necessary. You may need to communicate with them about this; I cannot do it myself."

After Qin Weiming finished drawing the sketch, he clapped his hands and said to Cheng Long.

After Qin Weiming finished speaking, he felt completely relaxed, while Cheng Long looked serious, but beneath that serious expression, he couldn't hide his excitement.

This idea was completely different from what Jackie Chan had initially envisioned, but the scale was much grander, the action was more exciting, and the design was thrilling. In addition to the enormous manpower required, it also required the sacrifice of a group of stuntmen. Jackie Chan could not think of any reason to reject this design.

He looked at Qin Weiming excitedly: "Amei, you are really amazing. If you had come up with this idea earlier, I wouldn't have had so many sleepless nights."

Qin Weiming's face darkened: "It's not like I stopped you from sleeping."

The people behind immediately erupted in an even louder whisper: "They've been sleeping!"

"I heard that Ah Mei kept Brother Long awake! So Brother Long is afraid to sleep."

"Really? Would Brother Long really listen to Ah Mei like that?"

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As Cheng Long listened to the crowd's discussion, he felt something was off. He couldn't help but feel that the way these people were looking at him and Qin Weiming was strange.

Qin Weiming didn't turn around, unaware of the murmurs behind him. He remained engrossed in staring at the sketch, lost in thought.

Looking at Qin Weiming in front of him, Cheng Long didn't dare to disturb him, because Qin Weiming had drawn so many useful scenes in just a quarter of an hour, and some of them were so exciting that just hearing the descriptions made Cheng Long's blood boil.

Thinking this way, Cheng Long couldn't help but turn around and scold the people behind him: "What are you all doing here? Don't disturb Ah Mei's work. Go make noise over there."

"Oh." The crowd paused, then moved to the other side and began to discuss the matter more enthusiastically.

The topic of conversation had shifted to the relationship between Cheng Long and Fang Yanmei. Of course, Qin Weiming, who was using Fang Yanmei's account at the time, was completely unaware of this. He was simply thinking about whether there was anything he could improve in the action scenes he had come up with, since so many years had passed and his memories of the scenes might be somewhat incomplete.

However, such high manpower consumption was unavoidable. To create action scenes that were incredibly impressive for this era, he couldn't think of any other way to avoid it besides high-intensity consumption.

While Qin Weiming was thinking, Cheng Long happily knocked on the door of the higher-ups and handed over the sketch that Qin Weiming had just drawn. However, the higher-ups quickly responded, and Cheng Long rushed up to argue with them, which seemed to have caused quite a conflict.

Even so, Cheng Long still managed to secure a favorable situation for himself, but he still hoped that Qin Weiming could come up with something useful.

Then, Cheng Long overheard the whispers of those around him. His face turned as black as the bottom of a pot. He singled out a few troublemakers and berated them. Then he found the instigator, Yuen Biao, and called him out for a severe beating. Disregarding Yuen Biao's feelings, he made him look extremely ugly. Finally, he even glared angrily at Qin Weiming, who was deep in thought at work.