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Chapter 115 This is unbelievable! The three giants are going to appear together.
Macau, August 3.
Chen Yang's plane landed at 2 p.m.
The Venetian Hotel lobby is resplendent in gold, with an artificial sky painted blue and white, and the marble beneath your feet reflecting your image.
Ma Li was waiting for him at the elevator entrance.
"Director Chen, all three of you have arrived. You are in the VIP box on the 38th floor."
Chen Yang straightened his shirt collar.
"How are you feeling?"
"Chow Yun-fat was the most relaxed; he was even joking with the waiters when he arrived," Ma Li said in a low voice. "Stephen Chow was the most nervous; he hasn't touched a single cup of tea since he came in."
Chen Yang nodded.
Expected.
The elevator goes directly to the 38th floor, and at the end of the corridor is a double door made of walnut wood.
Two security guards in black suits stepped aside to make way.
The moment the door opened, Chen Yang's heart skipped a beat.
three people.
I sat on the curved sofa in front of the floor-to-ceiling window.
The man on the left is wearing a light gray linen shirt with the sleeves rolled up to his forearms. He has gray hair but looks energetic, and he is sitting with his legs crossed, drinking coffee.
Chow Yun-fat.
The man in the middle, wearing a black polo shirt, sat upright with a bottle of mineral water beside him. He immediately stood up when he saw Chen Yang enter.
Andy Lau.
The person on the far right is wearing gold-rimmed glasses and a loose white T-shirt. He is huddled in the corner of the sofa with his hands crossed on his knees, looking a little reserved.
Stephen Chow.
Chen Yang cursed himself in his heart.
Calm down, you're the director, not a fan.
He steadied himself and walked over with a smile.
"Hello, everyone. I'm Chen Yang, the chief director of 'Run, China'."
Chow Yun-fat was the first to extend his hand, and his grip was very strong.
"Young man, Ma Li has told me about you so many times, and I've finally met you in person."
Andy Lau shook hands with him.
"Director Chen, you're young and promising."
Stephen Chow didn't stand up, but he nodded and twitched his lips as a greeting.
The group took their seats.
Ma Li poured Chen Yang a cup of tea and then retreated to the single chair next to him.
Chow Yun-fat spoke first.
"Director Chen, I've signed the contract, no problem."
He put down his coffee cup, his smile fading slightly.
"But there's something I need to clarify."
"Please speak."
"I'm fifty-four this year." Chow Yun-fat patted his knee. "Ma Li told me it's an outdoor competitive reality show, the kind where you run, jump, and tear name tags. I'm afraid my old arms and legs can't handle it."
Before Chen Yang could respond, Stephen Chow spoke up.
His voice was soft, and he spoke very slowly.
"My question is different."
He adjusted his glasses.
"I've never been on a variety show before. Filming can involve retakes, but variety shows are improvisational. What if I can't keep up with the conversation and there's an awkward silence? Would that be bad for the show's effect?"
He paused for a moment.
"I'm not very good at chatting with people I don't know well."
Andy Lau added with a smile from the side.
"I don't have any concerns, I just want to hear the director's specific arrangements."
The three of them finished speaking.
The private room was silent for two seconds.
Chen Yang put down his teacup and leaned forward slightly.
The smile faded. Time to get back to work.
"Gentlemen, tell me the truth."
He held up one finger.
"This episode is called 'Battle of Macau,' and it's a special project."
Chow Yun-fat's eyebrows twitched.
"There was no high-intensity physical competition throughout the entire process." Chen Yang's tone was relaxed, as if he were chatting casually. "All the game segments were low-physical-intensity—gameplay, strategy, and psychological warfare."
He glanced at Stephen Chow.
"The theme of this episode is to select a gambling god from among everyone."
Stephen Chow's finger twitched.
Then Chen Yang took out three bound proposals from his briefcase and handed them to the three men.
"It explains exactly how to play, how to enter the game, and what to do at each stage."
He leaned back on the sofa, speaking casually.
"So you all really don't need to worry about physical stamina. This episode is all about presence and brains."
He smiled.
Chow Yun-fat smiled first and picked up his coffee cup.
"You've got a sweet tongue, young man."
The three people opened the project proposal.
The private room was quiet for about three minutes.
There was only the sound of pages turning.
Chow Yun-fat laughed first.
"Wow, this design is interesting."
He pointed to one of the pages, his eyes lighting up.
"I like this part."
Andy Lau nodded as well.
"It's creative, unlike any event I've ever participated in before."
After reading the last page, Stephen Chow closed the proposal.
He looked up at Chen Yang, his initial restraint lessened considerably.
"Your design... is very clever."
Hearing the words "very smart" from Stephen Chow's mouth, Chen Yang knew he was in the bag.
Andy Lau was the first to applaud.
"Director Chen, you're so young, it's amazing that you could come up with such a great idea for the program."
Chow Yun-fat smiled and pointed at Chen Yang.
"Ma Li wasn't lying to me, this young man is indeed talented."
Stephen Chow didn't say anything more, but he picked up the cup of tea that he hadn't touched since he sat down.
I took a sip.
This is the best signal.
The atmosphere in the private room completely relaxed.
Chow Yun-fat started telling jokes, Andy Lau asked about the costume requirements for the day of filming, and Stephen Chow occasionally chimed in with a dry joke, making all three of them laugh heartily.
Chen Yang cooperated throughout the conversation, answering professional questions clearly and handling jokes well.
After talking for about forty minutes, the main business was basically settled.
then.
Chen Yang's style suddenly changed.
He shifted his weight forward on the sofa and pulled a hard-sided folder from the bottom of his briefcase.
turn on.
Three posters.
God of Gamblers, God of Gamblers II, God of Gamblers III.
Out of print.
It is in perfect condition.
He held the poster in both hands and looked up.
The light in his eyes was completely different from when we were discussing the plan.
"Um... the three of you."
His voice sounded a little weak.
"Could I... ask for an autograph?"
The private room was silent for a second.
Then Chow Yun-fat burst into laughter.
"Hahahahaha!"
Andy Lau laughed too, pointing at Chen Yang.
"Where did that air of strategizing go?"
Stephen Chow's lips finally curved into a noticeable smile.
Chen Yang stopped pretending at all.
"I grew up watching these three movies. I've watched 'God of Gamblers' at least twenty times."
He spread out the posters and pointed to the one for "God of Gamblers".
"Brother Chow, this is the 1989 premiere version. I searched for three years before I finally found it."
Chow Yun-fat took it and glanced at it, a hint of surprise flashing in his eyes.
"Goodness, I didn't even keep a copy of this version for myself."
"Can I sign it?" Chen Yang asked eagerly.
The 24-year-old CCTV chief director is now acting like a 14-year-old fanboy.
Chow Yun-fat smiled and patted his pocket.
"Where's the pen?"
Ma Li quickly handed her a pen.
After Chow Yun-fat quickly signed his name, he added a line of text next to it: "The younger generation is formidable and has a bright future."
Andy Lau signed even more carefully, each stroke deliberate.
When Stephen Chow took the pen, he hesitated for a moment, then wrote four words in the corner of the poster: "Be a good director."
Chen Yang almost burst out laughing when he saw those four words.
So Stephen Chow-esque.
"A group photo! Can we take one together?"
Ma Li held up a camera, while the three superstars stood on either side of Chen Yang.
The moment the shutter clicked, Chen Yang grinned like a fool.
Chow Yun-fat patted him on the shoulder.
"Director Chen, I think your show is bound to be a hit."
He paused for a moment, then added a sentence.
"If your production team designs any special effects or actions for my entrance, I'll cooperate."
Chen Yang was stunned for a moment.
"Brother Chow, would you be willing to cooperate in designing your entrance sequence?"
"Of course." Chow Yun-fat laughed heartily. "Since we're here, let's have a great time."
The meeting has ended.
Chen Yang walked out of the private room, a signed poster tucked into his arms, his steps almost unsteady.
He only managed to feel excited for three seconds the moment the elevator doors closed.
Then he took out his phone and dialed Zhang Lei's number.
"Leizi."
"Director Chen! How's it going?"
"All three are in good condition, ten times better than expected."
"Very good!"
"In addition, the guest list for the third episode is kept under the highest level of secrecy."
"The Running Man team can't reveal a single word. If anyone asks, just say the guest appearances are still being coordinated."
"clear!"
Not a single word can be omitted.
"Don't worry, Director Chen, I'll keep an eye on it myself."
I hung up the phone.
Chen Yang looked out the window at the Macau skyline and a smile crept onto his face.
8 month 7 day.
Macau International Airport.
The flight carrying the seven members of the Running Man cast landed.
As Deng Chao stepped off the jet bridge, he pushed up his sunglasses and grinned at the staff who were there to greet him.
"Macau! They've finally arrived!"
Chen He followed behind, dragging his suitcase.
"To be able to come to Macau to record a TV show, that's quite a treat."
Zheng Kai leaned closer.
"What are we doing today? Should we scout the location first or have a meeting?"
Chen Yang stood next to the bus, his hands in his pockets.
"Today is a holiday."
All seven people were stunned.
"A holiday?" Deng Chao took off his sunglasses.
"Enjoy all the hotel fun, explore all the casinos, eat all the restaurants you want, just book my room."
Chen Yang waved his hand.
"Recording is the day after tomorrow, so I'll rest and recharge today."
Shen Teng was the first to react.
"Director Chen, are you trying to fatten up the pig before slaughtering it?"
The whole audience burst into laughter.
Chen Yang smiled and did not deny it.
That evening, the seven of them made a scene in the lobby of the Venetian casino.
Wang Baoqiang lost two thousand Hong Kong dollars and was in so much pain that he kept grimacing.
Chen He won 500 and was as happy as if he had won the lottery.
Baby and Zheng Kai shopped at the mall for three hours.
No one asked who the guest star was.
Or rather, I asked.
But Chen Yang's answer was always, "You'll find out when the time comes."
August 8th, 7:38 PM.
There are still half an hour until the national premiere of "Run, China".
Chen Yang's presidential suite was packed with people.
Deng occupied the main seat on the sofa, with his legs propped up on the coffee table.
Li Chen sat on a small independent sofa, rubbing his hands together.
Wang Baoqiang sat to the side, chewing on potato chips.
Shen Teng slumped in the sofa chair, watching TV with a smile.
Chen He and Zheng Kai squeezed together, each trying to take turns playing with their phones.
Baby sat in the corner armchair, swinging her legs back and forth as she chatted with Chen Yang!
"Director Chen," Deng Chao began, his tone clearly tentative.
"Can't you give me a hint as to who the guest star is?"
Chen Yang sat on the sofa next to him, his hands crossed behind his head.
"cannot."
Not even a single word?
Not a single word.
Chen He raised his hand.
"You can at least tell me your last name, right?"
"cannot."
"Male or female?"
"cannot."
"How many people?"
Chen Yang glanced at him.
You'll find out tomorrow.
Shen Teng shook his head with a smile.
"Don't ask. You'll find out tomorrow. Director Chen's mouth is tighter than a safe."
Baby muttered something under her breath.
"I'm so nervous."
Li Chen rubbed his palms together.
"I'm nervous too."