91: Is that muscular man under the tree Stephen Chow?
Lin Pei felt like smashing his phone.
He had originally intended to reverse his image by playing a heroic role in "operation red sea".
Instead, he had accidentally impersonated a Terrorist once, and now his villainous image seemed even more deep-rooted.
What he did counted as a good deed, right?
Who could he even complain to?
It seemed there was only hope of reversing this image once the movie was released.
Opening his comment section as per his routine, Lin Pei's eyes narrowed again.
Damn it, a lot of these latest comments weren't even in the Dragon Country language.
The script was all curvy; at first glance, it looked like little tadpoles on a musical staff, or like little bugs crawling around.
However, Lin Pei actually recognized it.
Wasn't this that Ancient Arabic language?
"Great Leader, I knew you weren't dead! If you return, our organization will surely regain its past glory!"
"Eagle Country's evidence is definitely fake! Great Leader, we are so happy to learn that you've grown stronger! Just say the word, and members from all over will follow you to the death!"
"Great Leader, my earlobes are itching; looking forward to your swift return!"
"Great Leader, could you recommend the plastic surgery clinic you used? Waiting online, urgent!"
"..."
There were also some Dragon Country language comments mixed in.
"Holy crap, I'm confused. Is Brother Lin actually Mysterious Leaders name? Is he? Is he?!"
"Didn't Eagle Country release evidence? They said Mysterious Leaders name died a long time ago."
"But these Terrorists couldn't all be mistaken, right?"
"If you guys still don't believe it, Eagle Country is really going to have to go fish the ashes out of the ocean."
"If Brother Lin really is Mysterious Leaders name, that's actually pretty cool. It shows that people really can age backward. Cough... Brother Lin, I also want the info for that plastic surgery clinic..."
"..."
Lin Pei didn't read any further down.
Because he actually smashed his phone.
Damn it.
No wonder he gained so many followers this time, from all corners of the world.
He had thought he'd finally become famous and was happy for a moment.
Turns out all the new followers were from the "Number One" Organization?!
This is simply outrageous!
...Before long, a long howl echoed through the empty villa.
"Damn it, I'm deleting my account!"
...Although he was quite angry, by the time Lin Pei retrieved his phone the next day, he was completely fine.
Because a text message had just arrived on his phone.
His tens of millions in acting fees had been deposited.
Lin Pei counted the zeros after the 1, filled with emotion.
Impersonating that Terrorist was worth it after all.
It seemed he could endure it for a little while longer.
Today, he was going to meet Stephen Chow to discuss the script and the role.
Before leaving, Lin Pei looked in the mirror.
Most of the movies directed by Stephen Chow featured himself as the male lead.
Thinking about the characters in his films, was his "medium-sized" persona a bit too buff?
His original physique was already sturdier than Stephen Chow's.
Would that feel a bit out of place in the movie?
Lin Pei considered it and prepared to switch to an even smaller "account".
"System, switch my account."
[Ding...]
[Switching back to the host's original account.]
A few minutes later, Lin Pei looked at himself in the mirror and nodded with satisfaction.
"Let's go."
...When Lin Pei arrived at a certain street in Hengcheng, he sent a text to Stephen Chow.
"Director, I've arrived at City Name Food Street. Where exactly should we meet?"
Before their meeting that morning, Stephen Chow had only sent him a street address, without specifying a building.
Lin Pei had no choice but to ask again.
Stephen Chow called him.
"Brother Lin, I'm waiting for you on the street."
"Right here at the Food Street intersection."
"How come I don't see you?"
As expected of the genius director of nonsense comedy.
He really did arrange to meet him on the street.
Lin Pei looked around.
There weren't many people here at the moment; a bit further behind him, there seemed to be only one Young Man covered in muscle.
He didn't look like Stephen Chow either.
Lin Pei was puzzled.
"I'm here too."
Then Stephen Chow described his position in detail.
Pinpointing which sign he was in front of, which tree he was under, and which seat on which bench he was occupying.
Lin Pei also explained which cloud he was standing under and which floor tile he was stepping on.
After the exchange of information, the air seemed to go still for a moment.
Both of them turned their heads at the same time.
As their eyes met, they both seemed to see shock in the other's gaze.
According to Lin Pei's judgment, the target was that Young Man covered in muscles who had been sitting behind him the whole time.
Because his muscles were such a scene-stealer, he hadn't looked closely earlier.
Wasn't this face exactly that of a young Stephen Chow?
The two walked closer to each other.
Stephen Chow's eyes were open even wider than his.
"Brother Lin?"
"You... you..."
"Where are your muscles? Did you not bring them with you??"
Getting closer, Lin Pei realized.
Those weren't actual muscles on Stephen Chow.
He was wearing a flesh-colored silicone tight muscle suit... It had to be said, the quality was excellent and very realistic.
From a distance, you couldn't tell it was fake at all.
At first glance, it looked even better than the results of Peng Yuyan training for ten years.
Stephen Chow looked down at himself, feeling a bit embarrassed.
"Haha, since it's our first meeting, wasn't this so I could match your powerful muscles?"
"But where are your muscles?"
So he had seen his "large account" physique before?
Lin Pei explained.
"Oh, they've temporarily disappeared."
Stephen Chow's facial features widened in shock.
It was as if, along with the loss of Lin Pei's muscles, he had simultaneously lost several hundred million.
"Gone?"
"Yours weren't fake too, were they?"
"The muscles are gone? How are we going to film a kung fu movie?"
"Half the script is already written..."
Lin Pei was stunned.
So, he wanted him for the movie because of his muscles?
That wasn't out of the question.
But he really hadn't brought his muscles today.
This... the director should have reminded him to bring them.
But it was just a matter of switching accounts; he could just switch back before filming started.
However, before he could explain, Stephen Chow seemed to notice something else.
A child had just walked by and tossed an empty beverage can under the big tree.
Stephen Chow started muttering.
"Oh dear, how could that kid just throw trash under the tree like that?"
Lin Pei nodded.
It was indeed wrong for the child to litter.
If he hadn't already walked far away...
He would have called him back for a lecture.
Just as he was thinking this, Stephen Chow clicked his tongue.
"He should have put it in my hand; I would've thrown it away for him."
"Now I have to go pick it up."
Lin Pei's brain rattled for a moment.
He couldn't quite keep up with Stephen Chow's train of thought.
Looking at the can under the tree and then at the trash bin in the distance that was barely visible, Stephen Chow looked troubled.
"Sigh, why is the trash bin so far away? What's going on?"
"I have to run eight hundred meters just to do a good deed?"
Lin Pei glanced at the distance, walked up to the can, and raised his leg.
"I'll do it."
Stephen Chow saw that he was about to kick the can and instinctively hugged his leg.
"Brother Lin, don't kick it."
"If you kick it away, I'll have to go get it back before putting it in the bin."
"I might even have to run an extra two hundred meters."
"..."
Stephen Chow was already eye-catching in that muscle suit.
Now that he was hugging Lin Pei's leg, he was even more of a spectacle.
A few passing girls covered their faces with their hands.
"Oh my god, there's a muscular man hugging someone's leg!"
Thanks to [Mr. Ma who likes to pretend to sleep] for the donation.
Thanks to [Araki-san] for the donation.