This actor has something

Chapter 150 Certificate
"Da Qi, why did I see you on the TV news? You're the one showing off your kung fu skills with a stick, right?"

Sitting on the bus on the way back, He Daqi was a little confused when he saw that it was Yin Jijun calling. He didn't expect that this was the sentence he heard when he picked up the phone.

"It's me, am I handsome?"

I didn't expect that he would be on TV. He Daqi opened the system and saw that his emotional value had indeed increased a lot.

"Handsome! How many days will you be here this time? Do you have time to come and make a cameo appearance on my set?"

"Have you filmed Color is Empty 2?"

He Daqi knew that Sex is Zero performed well last year, so he immediately thought of this drama.

"No, I'm not planning on filming Lust is Zero anymore. I'm filming another one called Romantic Assassin, which is also a comedy. I've added a lot of elements to it this time. If you have time, you can come and take a look."

"Romantic assassin? What kind of elements? High-tech?"

When He Daqi heard this name, the first image that came to his mind was the protagonist wearing a tuxedo and performing an assassination at a party, and then escaping with a high-tech parachute or gliding suit. Could it be a 007 movie?
"It's a costume drama that includes martial arts, ninjutsu, Taoism, female ghosts, and comedy romance."

Yoon Ji-jun explained happily, and you could tell he was quite proud of it.

"Fuck! No! I'm too busy!" He Daqi cursed and refused without even thinking.

Are you kidding! He's going to go in for a simulation, so what's the big deal about bringing out a female ghost? Do you think his bladder is good and he can urinate smoothly?
"That's a shame. I'm quite satisfied with the script."

After a few more words, Yin Jijun hung up the phone with regret.

He Daqi put away his phone and when he looked up, he found that everyone in the car behind him was looking back at him curiously.

Maybe they were too bored, so they turned around to watch the scene when they heard He Daqi speaking Korean.

"A friend asked me to come over and play." He Daqi looked at the group of curious eyes and explained with an awkward smile.

"Can you speak Korean?" Captain Wang, who was sitting behind He Daqi, asked while poking his arm.

"Yes, that's just average." He Daqi turned around and said modestly.

"That's perfect. From now on, you can go shopping with Translator Wu. Let Translator Zhang stay with the group. This way, you don't have to go together every time and no one will understand when a phone call comes."

"You really make the best use of your talents..."

This trip to South Korea to join the exchange group is different from accompanying Zhou Huimin to her concert. Not only are there restrictions on going out, but there are also restrictions on diet and other things. They are afraid that you will get an upset stomach, so even when buying vegetables, fruits and snacks, you have to choose carefully.

It was almost ten o'clock when we came back from Jing Stage. We had to rush to another city for a performance the next day, so we didn't get together to chat or anything, but went to bed early.

the next day.

"Ah! He Daqi!"

"Daqi Oppa!!!"

"Daqi Oppa, look at me!"

Captain Wang looked at the frenzied young girls in the audience in amazement, muttering to himself, "How come there are still people chasing stars all the way here?"

"You're really overthinking it. He Daqi is quite famous here. Those girls are not from the mainland. The reason why they pronounce He Daqi's name so clearly is because his name in the prologue of the movie is a transliteration, not a literal translation." The foreign affairs staff beside him explained with a smile.

"what!!!"

The young ladies in the audience went crazy. Seeing how enthusiastic they were, the planner asked He Daqi, who had just stepped off the stage, to go back on stage wearing a waistcoat.

The background music played this time, "A Man Should Be Self-reliant," and only He Daqi was dancing with a stick. The waistcoat revealed He Daqi's arms and ribs, and if you looked closely, you could even see his eight-pack abs and well-developed pecs through the gaps.

When he dances with the stick, the lines of his taut muscles rise and fall like water waves, smooth, full and powerful, like a work of art carefully carved by a master sculptor.

The young ladies were so engrossed in watching the performance that they wished they could drag He Daqi home immediately and have him demonstrate his stick skills in detail.

Seeing such a good effect, He Daqi added a solo project to the remaining two performances, and there were more people in these two performances because the news of He Daqi's visit to South Korea had already spread on the Korean Internet.

As a result, on the day when the exchange group returned home, many young ladies came to see He Daqi off.

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After being praised by the leaders in the CCTV studio, the exchange group was finally able to disband on the spot and go home.

As soon as He Daqi came out, he saw his uncle waiting for him in the corridor.

"Uncle, why are you here? I called the driver, they are almost downstairs."

"Here, this is your certificate." He Bing handed over a small notebook.

Certificate?

He Daqi opened it and took a look curiously.

"Why are you joking with me?" He Daqi asked with a wry smile, shaking the certificate.

"Who is joking with you? This is serious. You have a dirty mind and everything you see is dirty." He Bing said unhappily.

Serious? He Daqi looked at the four big words "Level 3 Actor" and couldn't help but sigh.

He Bing ignored what He Daqi was thinking and continued, "A week ago, you started working at CCTV Children's Channel as a screenwriter."

"No way...why didn't I know this myself? Do I have to come to work every day in the future?"

"It's just a position. There's only a position but no salary. You have to pay for the pension insurance yourself. Even if you want to work, there's no place for you." He Bing joked with a smile.

"Just for this? Why is it the Central Television? Why not go to your People's Art Theatre?" He Daqi asked, shaking the small notebook in his hand.

"Have you forgotten you're a literature major? What else can you do if not a screenwriter? Don't worry, the children's channel is full of talents like you. Didn't you film a children's drama? Remember to put yourself on the list of screenwriters. At least in the future, when others see your information, they will think you're more reliable."

The two talked as they walked, and when they got out of the Central Bank building, He Bing took out a cigarette, lit it, and pulled He Daqi to a corner.

"I didn't make it clear last time I called. Where are you planning to find the crew for the remake of The Bund? Hong Kong or inland?"

"It's most likely Hong Kong, but I'm not sure. The script hasn't even been finalized yet, let alone the crew."

He Bing chuckled after hearing this: "Then you're in for a rough ride, kid. You'll soon experience just how outrageous interpersonal relationships in the entertainment industry are."

"What do you mean?" He Daqi asked with a smile.

He felt that whether it was outrageous or not had little to do with him, so what was the point of talking about interpersonal relationships with him? He was a homebody and had very few friends.

"How should I put it? Tsk tsk, let me think about how to put it... It's probably like when you went back to Beijing Film Academy, the security guard introduced you to a female star to be the male lead." He Bing smiled and gave an example.

(End of this chapter)