[{"data":1,"prerenderedAt":-1},["ShallowReactive",2],{"origin-hong-kong-1984":3,"chapter-hong-kong-1984-hong-kong-1984-building-a-cultural-empire-chapter-91":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},2224075,4066,"Chapter 91: Detective Chinatown Final Draft","hong-kong-1984-building-a-cultural-empire-chapter-91",91,"\u003Cp>Morning sunlight filtered through the gaps in the curtains into the bedroom; Xiang Fei gently moved Zhou Zhou Huimin's arm from around him, got up on tiptoe, and stood. He glanced back at his sleeping lover, the corners of his mouth lifting involuntarily. After finishing the \"Detective Chinatown\" script last night, he had finally enjoyed a good night's sleep.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Hey, Fatty, get your ass over to my place immediately,\" Xiang Fei said into Wang Jing's phone, his tone brooking no refusal.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>From the other end came Wang Jing's muffled voice: \"Brother Fei, it's only six-thirty...\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Cut the crap; you have ten minutes.\" Xiang Fei hung up directly and turned to walk into the kitchen to brew coffee.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Twenty minutes later, the doorbell rang. Wang Jing stood there with disheveled hair and puffy eyes, yet clutching a notebook tightly in his hand. \"Ah Fei, what's the emergency?\" he asked, yawning, though his gaze was already drawn to the script on the coffee table.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Xiang Fei pushed a steaming cup of coffee toward him: \"Take a look at this.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wang Jing opened the script, his drowsiness vanishing instantly: \"Detective Chinatown?\" He scanned the plot quickly, his eyes growing brighter and brighter. \"A genius detective and a street-smart older cousin? This combination is brilliant!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"For the role of Tang Ren, I plan to have Uncle Da play it,\" Xiang Fei said, sipping his coffee in a calm tone.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wang Jing looked up sharply: \"Wu Wu Mengda?\" He slapped the table in approval. \"Perfect! Uncle Da's acting style, which is both roguish and loyal, is practically tailor-made for this role!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Xiang Fei nodded: \"As for Qin Feng...\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Who will play him? Tony Leung? Liu Liu Furong?\" Wang Jing asked excitedly, flipping through the script. \"This high-IQ detective really tests one's acting skills...\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Me,\" Xiang Fei said, setting down his coffee cup with an unquestionable tone.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wang Jing's hand froze in mid-air, his eyes widening: \"Huh?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"What? Do you have an objection?\" Xiang Fei raised an eyebrow.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wang Jing swallowed hard, his eyes darting about. \"No... Ah Fei, your acting skills are certainly beyond question, it's just...\" He chose his words carefully. \"You usually play roles like the God of Gamblers; suddenly playing a cold genius...\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Xiang Fei sneered: \"So you think I can't handle it?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"No, no, no!\" Wang Jing waved his hands hurriedly. \"I mean... this contrast will absolutely become the film's biggest selling point! The audience will love it to death!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Only then did Xiang Fei nod in satisfaction: \"You handle the other roles yourself; I won't interfere.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wang Jing's eyes lit up: \"I get to decide all the supporting roles?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Mm.\" Xiang Fei leaned back on the sofa. \"For the role of the landlady, Ah Xiang, you can squeeze in that group of girlfriends of yours.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wang Jing immediately beamed, the fat on his face squishing together. \"Brother Fei is wise! I happen to have a few newcomers I need to promote...\" He rubbed his hands, already calculating which girlfriend to cast.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"However,\" Xiang Fei added suddenly, \"their acting must pass muster; don't stick any vases in there.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wang Jing patted his chest in assurance: \"Rest assured! Every actor trained by me, Wang Jing, is a powerhouse!\" He leaned in with a roguish grin. \"Want to see some photos first? They all have long legs...\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Xiang Fei directly hurled a throw pillow at him: \"Get lost!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wang Jing nimbly dodged, clutching the script as if it were a treasure. \"Then... regarding the action scenes...\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Add a moderate amount, but don't make it too exaggerated,\" Xiang Fei said, rubbing his temples. \"The focus must be on the logic of the investigation process.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wang Jing nodded repeatedly, his mind already beginning to conceive various exciting scenes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At noon, Xiang Fei met Wu Wu Mengda in the company conference room to sign the contract.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Uncle Da, have you read the script?\" Xiang Fei asked with a smile as he went to greet him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wu Wu Mengda waved the script in his hand: \"Read it, read it! The character of Tang Ren is so interesting; full of tall tales yet deeply loyal and righteous. Playing him will surely be a thrill!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"That's good.\" Xiang Fei patted his shoulder. \"By the way, do you know who is playing Qin Feng?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wu Wu Mengda asked curiously: \"Who is it?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Me,\" Xiang Fei said, pointing at himself.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wu Wu Mengda paused for a moment, then burst into loud laughter: \"Interesting! You playing the cold genius and me playing the street thug; this combination will definitely spark fireworks!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The two exchanged a smile, both filled with anticipation for the film.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That evening, upon returning home, Xiang Fei found Zhou Zhou Huimin preparing dinner in the kitchen. Seeing the excitement he could not hide on his face, she smiled and asked: \"Is everything arranged?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Xiang Fei nodded: \"Uncle Da is very satisfied with his role, and Fatty Wang has taken on the director's job.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Are you really going to star in it yourself?\" Zhou Zhou Huimin asked as she ladled a bowl of soup for him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Of course,\" Xiang Fei said, taking the soup bowl. \"I have been conceiving this character for a long time; no one understands Qin Feng better than I do.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhou Zhou Huimin looked at him tenderly: \"Then act well; I believe you can definitely do it.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Xiang Fei took her hand: \"With your support, I dare to try anything.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In the dead of night, Xiang Fei stood on the balcony, gazing at the night view of Victoria Harbour. In his mind, he had already begun to conceive every detail of the film. This movie, blending suspense, comedy, and action elements, would be another milestone in his acting career.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Just wait and see,\" he murmured to himself. \"This 'Detective Chinatown' will surely make everyone's eyes light up.\"\u003C\u002Fp>",971,"2026-06-17T20:39:14.290Z",1,"Qwen3.5 397B","b35b74197af8ffba4a3cff2a1bc811044012fdc61e852469d4c7541d7920a158","hong-kong-1984-building-a-cultural-empire-chapter-92","hong-kong-1984-building-a-cultural-empire-chapter-90",152,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fhong-kong-1984-cover.jpg"]