“Cut! Brother Long, you’re playing Ip Man. Besides being a master of Wing Chun, you’re also a man who’s afraid of his wife because he loves and respects her. Show more devotion and a little shyness in your eyes, and give me that embarrassed look when your wife catches you fighting.”
Chen Tianyou said, exasperated.
“Ah Long, you’re huge in Hong Kong now. Kung-fu comedies don’t have a market for you anymore. Why not focus on becoming the king of kung fu on TV instead of making movies?”
Chen Tianyou said, patting Jackie Chan on the shoulder as he sweet-talked him.
“Maomao, Guorong loves you so much. Just marry him, have children, and settle down together. What? You think he’s too young and immature? People change. That’s settled. Go on your honeymoon first, then come back and have the wedding banquet. I’ve already talked to your parents, and they agree. Off you go.”
To prevent Leslie Cheung’s tragic suicide because of depression in the future, Chen Tianyou patiently persuaded him and set him up with his first love, hoping to change the course of his life.
Ka Kui, you don’t need to go to Japan. I’ll buy that record company later, and you can record your albums right here in Hong Kong.
Dasha, Uncle Zhan, Sister Mei, Brother Luo, since you’re all performers under my company, you have to get a checkup every year. If you refuse, I’ll have someone drag you there.
Reborn in Hong Kong, Chen Tianyou was already worn out from worrying about these performers, but he also changed their lives forever.
