This actor has something

Chapter 151: Literary Atmosphere
He Daqi now pays special attention to his uncle's words.

Hearing his outrageous words, He Daqi couldn't help but put himself in his shoes and shuddered.

Seeing that his reminder was effective, He Bing smiled, patted He Daqi on the shoulder, and turned away without saying anything.

He Daqi tapped the small notebook in his hand and began to look for the nanny car. It was relatively easy to find because this time it was not just the nanny car itself, but a motorcade.

"Brother Long, why did you bring the motorcade here? It's too high-profile." He Daqi asked Qin Long as soon as he got in the car.

"Daqi, you haven't been in China recently and you turned off the international long-distance call, so there are some things you don't know. Since the company announced that it would remake Shanghai Bund, a lot of people have been visiting the company almost every day.
Later, even us drivers and bodyguards were stopped to hand over our business cards when entering and leaving the company, which was extremely annoying. "As soon as Wang Rui heard you were back, he immediately arranged a fleet of cars." Qin Long gestured to Mr. He and told him to ask Wang Rui.

He Daqi turned and looked at Wang Rui.

"Alas, I have underestimated the drama Shanghai Bund. Give me your phone and I will answer the call for you. Then use the new phone and SIM card I bought for you to report your safety to your family. Otherwise, you will probably be annoyed to death." Wang Rui sighed.

As soon as he finished speaking, He Daqi's cell phone rang. It was Feng Kuazi calling.

"Hello, Director Feng, Da Qi has just returned from China and is resting. If you have anything to say, please tell me. I'm his agent." Wang Rui deliberately used his half-baked Mandarin mixed with Cantonese to talk to Feng Kuazi.

He Daqi was laughing as he listened to this. Don’t go. This trick really works.

Feng Kuazi didn't know that Wang Rui had learned Mandarin specifically in order to develop his career in the mainland, and he really thought that it was a Hong Kong company and therefore had a Hong Kong agent. He talked to Wang Rui for a few words and then hung up.

"Are you introducing the actors?" He Daqi asked cheerfully.

"Haha, they are very generous and are ready to pack up and introduce the crew directly." Wang Rui said with a laugh.

"Wow! Why does he?"

"Let's give it a try. It's not illegal to try. Maybe we'll foolishly agree to it." Wang Rui said as he helped He Daqi install a new SIM card.

He Daqi took the new phone and called Siheyuan first. Listening to the old lady's chatter, he responded while watching Wang Rui busying around.

By the time He Daqi had made one call, Wang Rui had already hung up three times.

"Who is Ma Yingjun? I asked you to go to school." Wang Rui said after seeing He Daqi finished the call.

"My uncle's best friend is a director at the Beijing Film Academy. I can probably guess why he wants to talk to me. Tsk tsk tsk tsk, my uncle is right. The interpersonal relationships in the entertainment industry are really interesting."

He Daqi really didn't expect that his phone would ring so many times in a day. It seems that after a week of fermentation, it should have spread throughout the circle.

Everyone, whether related or not, was trying to get in touch. For example, Yang Rong definitely didn't want to call He Daqi for no reason, but maybe because she mentioned that she knew He Daqi, or because others had seen "The Young Emperor" and knew that they had been in the same crew, she couldn't refuse the favor, so she called He Daqi twice for the first time.

This is just Yang Rong, there are many more.

……

...What does it feel like to wear advertising hats, sunglasses, and masks in the old city at the end of August?
He Daqi now felt suffocated and couldn't breathe.

Like a thief, he came to the Beijing Film Academy during class time, walked along the wall, and after entering the Academic Affairs Building, he lowered his head and hurried to the door of Ma Yingjun's office.

He pushed and closed the door, took off his hat, sunglasses, and mask, and then took a long breath.

Ma Yingjun watched He Daqi's embarrassment with a smile. After He Daqi finished his work, he asked, "Is your head hurting from answering the phone?"

"A little bit. Luckily I have an agent who has helped me block a lot of it." He Daqi pulled up a chair and sat across from Ma Yingjun. He spread his hands and said, "Brother Ma, you can start recommending. You can say whatever you want. I won't listen anyway."

"You bastard!" Ma Yingjun cursed with a smile, then took out his cell phone and made a call: "Brother, I've called someone to Beijing Film Academy. You know my office, right? Come in yourself. If you can't come, you can't blame me."

After hanging up the phone, facing He Daqi's puzzled eyes, he explained: "Wait a moment, when he comes, you can talk to him. If it's not suitable, just refuse directly. I guess he's just looking for fun."

"Who is it? Did you call me here when you knew you were having fun?" He Daqi asked Ma Yingjun with disdain.

"Who put you in this trouble? At least I blocked all the people who wanted to contact you from the school. You should also make some contributions to the school, right? This person had some trouble with Beijing Film Academy this year. We are in the wrong. You just need to join him in the trouble for your own good intention." Ma Yingjun spread his hands and said.

"Is it too late for me to drop out of school now?"

"If you're not afraid that your uncle will go home and tell your grandparents about this, then just withdraw your money. I'll expedite it for you."

He Daqi didn't wait too long, about ten minutes, when the door of Ma Yingjun's office was suddenly pushed open.

The man had an unshaven beard and slightly dark skin, thick eyebrows, small eyes, and bags under his eyes. He looked honest but a little shrewd. At first glance, he looked quite manly and bold, but a closer look revealed a bit of cleverness in his roughness.

"Do you know me? What do you think of me playing Xu Wenqiang?"

Who? Feeling pretty good about himself, He Daqi shook his head directly: "I don't know him, and I don't think you can play Xu Wenqiang. Although our company hasn't released the script yet, Xu Wenqiang won't be changed into a reckless man. At least he still needs to have the temperament of a scholar."

The visitor looked at Ma Yingjun in confusion, as if he found it unbelievable that He Daqi didn't know him. It felt as if He Daqi was deliberately arguing with him.

"Daqi suffered a brain injury and can't remember anything from the past, so it's normal that he doesn't recognize you." Ma Yingjun took out a cigarette and threw it to him, explaining by the way.

"Hey, this is the first time I've seen someone with amnesia in real life. Come on, man, let's get to know each other. My name is Jiang Wen, and I'm an actor."

"Hello, Teacher Jiang, my name is He Daqi, and I'm also an actor." He Daqi responded politely.

Jiang Wen acted quite familiar. He dragged a chair next to He Daqi, sat down, put his arm around his shoulders and asked:

"Tell me why I don't look like a scholar anymore. What do you think of me wearing glasses? Would they make me look more like a scholar?"

He Daqi felt extremely uncomfortable. This was the most familiar person he had ever met besides Deng Chao. They both loved to put their arms around each other, but their temperaments were very different.

(End of this chapter)