[{"data":1,"prerenderedAt":-1},["ShallowReactive",2],{"origin-hong-kong-1984":3,"chapter-hong-kong-1984-hong-kong-1984-building-a-cultural-empire-chapter-53":6},{"origin":4,"title":5},"chinese","Hong Kong 1984",{"chapter":7,"nextChapterSlug":19,"prevChapterSlug":20,"totalChapters":21,"novelImage":22},{"id":8,"novel_id":9,"title":10,"slug":11,"index":12,"content":13,"wordcount":14,"created_at":15,"updated_at":15,"volume":16,"translator":17,"content_hash":18},2224037,4066,"Chapter 53: An Unknown Chapter Name","hong-kong-1984-building-a-cultural-empire-chapter-53",53,"\u003Cp>In the early morning, Kai Tak Airport was shrouded in a thin mist. Xiang Qian stood at the entrance of the VIP lane, watching Zhou Zhou Huimin, Wang Jing, and Liu Liu Furong, along with the rest of the film crew, proceed through check-in one by one.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"The temperature difference in Shaanxi is huge; remember to pack an extra jacket.\" Xiang Qian stuffed a cashmere scarf into Zhou Zhou Huimin's carry-on bag. \"It gets cold filming at night; don't catch a chill.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhou Zhou Huimin smiled and pinched his cheek. \"Got it, Mother Wu.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wang Jing waddled over, patting his chest. \"Rest assured, Qian-zi! With me around, I guarantee Miss Zhou will be taken care of perfectly!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Xiang Qian glanced at him. \"Especially during night shoots; don't let her stay up too late.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Don't worry!\" Wang Jing swore an oath. \"When Fat Wang handles things, can you still be worried?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhou Zhou Huimin stood on her tiptoes, kissed Xiang Qian on the cheek, and said, \"Two months will pass quickly; don't miss me too much.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Xiang Qian raised an eyebrow. \"Who said I'd miss you? I'm just afraid you'll delay the work.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhou Zhou Huimin snorted, turned around, and dragged her suitcase into the security checkpoint, but not before looking back and making a funny face at him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Xiang Qian stood where he was until her figure completely disappeared into the crowd before finally turning to leave.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Cut! Perfect!\" Cheng Long popped his head out from behind the monitor, giving a thumbs-up to Xiang Qian in the center of the set. \"Qian-zi, your acting stole the show even more than the lead!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Xiang Qian took off his sunglasses and tossed them casually to the script supervisor nearby. \"Brother Long, this script of yours isn't great; the villain dies too easily.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Cheng Long laughed heartily, slinging an arm around Xiang Qian's shoulder as they walked toward the rest area. \"Can't be helped; the audience loves seeing justice triumph.\" He handed Xiang Qian a bottle of chilled soda. \"Why the sudden urge to make a cameo?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Xiang Qian twisted off the cap and took a sip. \"Nothing else to do anyway.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Nothing to do?\" Cheng Long raised an eyebrow. \"Isn't 'Ghost Blows Out the Light 2' about to start filming?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Fat Wang already took the team to Shaanxi, and I'm not in a rush,\" Xiang Qian said, leaning back in his chair. \"I've got nothing to do for these couple of days in between.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Cheng Long's eyes lit up. \"That's perfect then! Tomorrow I have a car-chase scene and need a stunt double; are you in?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Xiang Qian looked at him sideways. \"You want me to be your stunt double?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Not just any stunt double!\" Cheng Long lowered his voice. \"The shot where I jump from the fifth floor!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Xiang Qian: \"...\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Just kidding!\" Cheng Long burst into laughter. \"But if you really want to play, there's an explosion scene later; you can try that.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Xiang Qian stood up and brushed off his trousers. \"Forget it; I'd like to live a few more years.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In a special care ward at Kowloon Hospital, Lin Lin Zhengying was leaning against the headboard reading a newspaper. Seeing Xiang Qian push the door open, he immediately put the paper down. \"Qian-zi? What brings you here?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Came to see how well Brother Ying is recovering.\" Xiang Qian placed a fruit basket on the bedside table, then casually began peeling an apple. \"When did the doctor say you could be discharged?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lin Lin Zhengying took the apple and took a bite. \"Next week, probably.\" He sighed. \"Luckily I had you guys this time.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Xiang Qian smiled. \"Try to smoke less in the future.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lin Lin Zhengying suddenly remembered something. \"Oh right, I heard 'Ghost Blows Out the Light 2' is going to Shaanxi for filming?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Xiang Qian nodded. \"Yeah, Fat Wang has already taken people over there.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"That area has many ancient tombs, and the feng shui is quite sinister,\" Lin Lin Zhengying said, lowering his voice. \"Should I introduce a master to you? For filming this kind of subject matter, it's best to pay respects first.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Xiang Qian raised an eyebrow. \"Brother Ying, since when did you become so superstitious?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lin Lin Zhengying spoke seriously. \"Better to believe it exists than not; there are some things one cannot help but believe in.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Xiang Qian shook his head with a smile. \"Alright, send me the master's contact information later.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>During afternoon tea time at the Peninsula Hotel, Zhang Zhang Guorong and Mei Mei Yanfang were already waiting at a window-side seat.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As soon as Xiang Qian sat down, Mei Mei Yanfang pushed a cup of iced lemon tea toward him. \"Qian-zi, I heard you're going to Cannes in a few days?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Xiang Qian took the drink and had a sip. \"Yeah, 'Parasite' made it into the main competition section.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhang Zhang Guorong raised an eyebrow. \"Not bad! How many years has it been since a Chinese-language film entered the main competition at Cannes?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Xiang Qian smiled. \"But this trip is mainly to sell distribution rights, with a bit of prestige-gilding on the side.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Mei Mei Yanfang rested her chin on her hand. \"Are you going alone?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I'm bringing Miss Fang and the 'Ghost Blows Out the Light' crew,\" Xiang Qian said, glancing at her. \"Why, do you want to come with me?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Mei Mei Yanfang snorted. \"I'm not going; I heard the French are extremely arrogant.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhang Zhang Guorong suddenly interjected, \"Qian-zi, Cannes is full of beautiful women; don't go doing anything reckless.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Xiang Qian raised an eyebrow. \"I'm going for work.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhang Zhang Guorong and Mei Mei Yanfang simultaneously wore expressions that said, \"We understand.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Back at the apartment, Xiang Qian opened his wardrobe and began packing his luggage. With the flight to Cannes coming up in a few days, he needed to prepare his formal wear and speech draft in advance.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The phone suddenly rang; it was Wang Jing calling from Shaanxi.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Qian-zi!\" Wang Jing's voice came through the phone, with the sound of howling wind audible in the background. \"We've arrived in Xi'an! The scenery here is absolutely stunning!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Xiang Qian tucked the phone between his ear and shoulder as he continued folding shirts. \"How is A-Min?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"A-Min is doing great!\" Wang Jing chuckled. \"She's just been talking about you all day.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After hanging up, Xiang Qian walked out onto the balcony and lit a cigarette. Under the night sky, the lights of Xiangjiang sparkled brilliantly, while a cruise ship sailed slowly across Weigang in the distance.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He exhaled a ring of smoke, watching the white vapor dissipate into the night sky.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The day after tomorrow would mark the beginning of a new journey.\u003C\u002Fp>",1119,"2026-06-17T20:39:14.290Z",1,"Qwen3.5 397B","5e4503cb19bf85e214d968ea80ca8100ecff5a716f7147f39c3c2cb4e07c69f1","hong-kong-1984-building-a-cultural-empire-chapter-54","hong-kong-1984-building-a-cultural-empire-chapter-52",152,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fhong-kong-1984-cover.jpg"]