Although the two had talked on the phone before, this was the first time they met in person.
Jackie Chan, who was always outgoing, would not give Lin Yuan any chance to be awkward.
Jackie Chan ignored Lin Yuan's outstretched right hand and instead hugged him warmly.
Lin Yuan immediately remembered Brother Jackie Chan's two-step combo of hug and kiss on the cheek, which was his usual way of expressing affection.
He not only kissed women, but men as well.
In order to avoid leaving the man's saliva marks on his face, Lin Yuan hugged him calmly and then quickly stepped back.
Jackie Chan was stunned, but soon smiled and said, "Welcome to Hong Kong, I finally meet you."
Lin Yuan also smiled and replied, "I'm glad to see you too. Where's Sister Ziyi? Why did you bother coming to pick me up in person, big brother?"
"She had a scene tonight, so I told her not to worry, I'll pick you up."
"I'm sorry to trouble you."
"If it were someone else, I would say something polite like 'I'm in trouble.' But to you, I want to say, 'It's okay to bother me.' I just hope you bother me more. I wouldn't be happy if you didn't bother me."
Lin Yuan was a little confused by Jackie Chan's enthusiasm.
Although he had been on a good upward trend recently, Jackie Chan was his senior in terms of seniority, and there was a huge gap between the two in terms of status and influence.
He didn't know how long it would take him to gain his status and influence.
This was not Lin Yuan being self-deprecating. Jackie Chan once said something very domineering: No matter where you point to in the world, I can find someone to take care of you.
He was not bragging. Later, when Jackie Chan was filming "Kung Fu Yoga," he was worried about the lack of luxury cars.
Upon hearing the news, the Dubai prince immediately lent him dozens of his luxury cars for free for filming.
During the filming process, one of the cars was accidentally damaged. Instead of asking him to pay for it, the team immediately bought him an identical one to prevent the car from being exposed in the camera.
In contrast, even if "Fast and Furious" had been filmed to the seventh part, it had already become a famous big IP.
The director went to borrow a luxury car from the Dubai prince, but was rejected on the spot.
There were not just one or two things like this happening to Jackie Chan, but too many to count.
Was it necessary for such a superstar who was loved all over the world to be so passionate about him?
"Since Brother Jackie Chan is so enthusiastic, I am grateful for your kindness." Lin Yuan replied.
"Right, that's how it should be. I thought Ziyi booked your ticket, but I didn't expect you to buy economy class. I already feel that I haven't treated you well enough.
So, you can live at my house during the filming in Hong Kong. I have a house in Kowloon Tong that's empty now. You can live there." Jackie Chan said, smiling and patting Lin Yuan's shoulder.
After hearing Jackie Chan's words, Lin Yuan's first feeling was: the arrangement was so detailed and thoughtful.
Normal business dealings usually involved hotel accommodation. Booking a presidential suite at a top luxury hotel that costs over 100,000 yuan a night was enough to show your importance.
But Jackie Chan directly arranged for him to live in his own home, which was a way of expressing closeness.
Not only that, the arrangement for Lin Yuan to live in his luxury home in Kowloon Tong was also carefully considered.
A top boss like Jackie Chan must have multiple residences in Hong Kong.
He did not arrange for Lin Yuan to live in a villa halfway up the mountain, as that kind of place where the powerful and wealthy gathered would easily bring pressure and make people uncomfortable.
Instead, he chose Kowloon Tong, which had a relatively more relaxed atmosphere. This was all well thought out.
This unearned love made Lin Yuan feel a little heavy.
But kindness could not be rejected casually, and deliberately keeping a distance meant alienation.
So Lin Yuan smiled and replied, "I'll listen to you."
"That's right. It's already quite late. I'll take you to your room. I'll also arrange a welcome party for you tomorrow."
By the way, are there any Hong Kong female celebrities you'd like to meet? I'll call them over for you."
Jackie Chan gave a smile that every man could understand.
"I appreciate your kindness, but let's forget about it. The filming schedule is more important."
Although Lin Yuan knew that this kind of thing was common in the entertainment industry, he didn't like it and wasn't going to get involved.
Jackie Chan nodded, and without saying anything else, he took Lin Yuan out.
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No words were spoken that night.
"Love because I love. Feelings don't have to be generous. No one needs to give me a good time..."
This alarm clock ringtone... was really very 2000 and very Hong Kong.
Lin Yuan reached out and slapped the alarm clock on the bedside table to stop it. Without staying in bed for another second, he sat up quickly.
It was now 7 o'clock in the morning. Although he had only slept for less than 6 hours, he had fully recovered his energy.
He came to Hong Kong to work. This morning he had to join the crew of "Rush Hour 2" to formally discuss his guest role with Jackie Chan. It was very rude to be late.
The minor injuries he suffered a few days ago had basically healed.
So it didn't matter whether Jackie Chan just showed up or performed a short action scene.
Lin Yuan's room was located on the second floor of the villa. After opening the curtains, he saw a lush green bamboo forest in the yard. It was not only beautiful but also served to block the prying eyes of outsiders.
In Hong Kong, where every inch of land was valuable, an ordinary person's house of 90 square meters was considered a thousand-square-foot mansion.
The lower-class citizens could only squeeze into apartments the size of pigeon cages.
Jackie Chan's mansion probably covered several acres of land and was located in a prime location. It would be destroyed by drought or flood.
When Lin Yuan came down from upstairs, breakfast was already set in the dining room on the first floor.
There were Western-style bread, bacon, and milk, as well as Hong Kong-style rice rolls, shrimp dumplings, and boat porridge.
The butler made very detailed arrangements. He was not sure whether his taste as a Chinese person was more Western or Chinese, so he prepared a little bit of everything.
Lin Yuan's taste was still more Chinese. Although his parents had passed away, he had developed a Chinese stomach since he was a child.
His stomach couldn't take it after eating several Western meals in a row.
The breakfast was delicious and Lin Yuan finished all the food in just a few bites.
Then...
He picked up two knives from the table and stuffed them into his inner coat pocket.
The public security in Hong Kong was not as bad as it was portrayed in movies and TV dramas, but that didn't stop Lin Yuan from taking some precautions.
"Knock knock knock…"
As the sound of high heels approached, the door of the restaurant was pushed open and a beautiful woman in a black suit walked in.
She had a pair of watery peach blossom eyes, and her smile was like a crescent moon.
It was not just about beautiful eyes, a slim figure, delicate facial features, etc. These were the most basic.
What made her truly unforgettable at first sight was her gentle yet stubborn temperament.
This was a face that was born for the big screen, with a cool and high-end feel.
"I didn't come to pick you up last night; you didn't blame me?"
"How could that be, Sister Ziyi. You have always cared about me and helped me." Lin Yuan replied with a smile.
"You make me sound old, like I'm your elder." Zhang Ziyi frowned slightly, but was obviously not really angry.
"I've always been under your care during filming, and recently you've been so kind as to help me connect with Brother Jackie Chan. I'm truly grateful."
"You know I care about you, don't you? It's because you've always been such a worry! Look at you, you're such a grown-up, and you don't even bother to clean your face after eating."
Zhang Ziyi took a tissue from the dining table, raised her hand naturally, and gently wiped the corner of Lin Yuan's mouth.
As for whether there really were any residues, Lin Yuan was not in a position to ask, nor did he need to know.
The intimate actions were here; did anything else matter?