This actor has something

Chapter 217 I’m doing this for your own good
Zhou Huimin was only about 400 months old, so how could she bear such humiliation? She immediately wanted to give the baby another kiss in anger.

He Daqi didn't even bother to look at her and pushed her into the villa.

"What did you ask me last time? Will the children miss you? I can answer you now. I think they probably won't miss you."

This sentence was a bit too touching. Even though Zhou's mother was sitting on the sofa sewing small clothes and looking at Zhou Huimin, Zhou Huimin still wanted to turn around and beat He Daqi up.

Unfortunately, Zhou's mother interrupted her thoughts.

"Baibai, did you make the child cry again? I heard you two open the door just now."

Zhou Huimin pushed He Daqi away, walked a few steps to the sofa and sat down, pouting and saying, "Mommy, isn't it normal for children to cry? What child doesn't cry?"

Mother Zhou sighed and poked Zhou Huimin's forehead with her finger. "You have children so you can make them happy, not so they can make you happy. Look at you, you spray perfume on yourself every day and even paint your face. How can a child get close to you?"

Zhou Huimin immediately became dissatisfied and retorted, "Mommy, it's not like you haven't seen other stars before. I'm much better than them. I'm just a nobody."

"But other female stars don't go out to work after giving birth. You are different. You haven't even left the house yet and you're gone." Zhou's mother replied indifferently, and then continued to busy herself with the work in her hands.

Zhou Huimin stuck out her tongue. Seeing He Daqi carrying his luggage back to the bedroom, she immediately got up and followed him in.

"What are you going to say at the press conference tomorrow?"

"Just talk about it casually. I have a lot of things to do when I come back this time. Just deal with it perfunctorily." He Daqi replied without turning his head.

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He Daqi hates noise the most.

But I can't avoid this press conference.

Just now, when he was answering questions at the press conference, he was almost caught by reporters, and they even asked him whether he had peed and played in the mud with little girls when he was in kindergarten.

At this moment, his eyes were a little dull due to the questions. He finally thought he could be quiet, but there was someone next to him who kept chattering.

"Did you really give the script to Du Qifeng? He's not suitable for this kind of script!"

Ning Hao's face was filled with anxiety and melancholy at the moment, as if He Daqi had done something unforgivable by heaven and earth.

"Stop pushing me, senior brother. I can't take a picture of you, right? Do you think you can take a good picture?" He Daqi rubbed his temples and asked Ning Hao helplessly.

"How do you know I can't take good pictures?" Ning Hao suddenly became anxious.

He Daqi sighed and pointed at the burned CD in his hand without saying anything. The CD contained incense.

The meaning is very clear. How can the garbage you shot compare with others?

"Everyone started out as a novice. At least I'm a veteran now. Maybe the next one will be a success!" Ning Hao quickly hid the CD behind him and said to He Daqi with grief and anger.

He Daqi supported his chin with his hand, entered the film library, and began to search for movies about Ning Hao.

He had searched for it before, but back then, he couldn't see the box office or reviews. Ning Hao's next film was Green Grass, which still hadn't hit theaters. He Daqi didn't even bother to check the reviews and simply skipped it.

The next one is Crazy Stone, which did hit theaters, but the box office was only... huh? Over 20 million?
He Daqi was stunned, then continued reading. The more he read, the more outrageous it became. Ning Hao actually had his glorious moments!
He Daqi opened his eyes and looked at Ning Hao in surprise, it turns out you are still a piece of gold!
Sorry, I spoke too loudly just now!
"Ahem, Senior Brother, I'm actually doing this for your own good. After all, you haven't made a commercial film yet. Even though I recommended myself, I'm still unsure. My own words don't count. So, I've found an opportunity for you. I'll let you be the assistant director on Du Qifeng's crew. After you finish filming Gift in Cell No. 7, I'll give you another movie to practice on."

He Daqi righteously deceived him, as if to say, "I'm doing this for your own good, so you should understand."

Ning Hao had no idea that He Daqi was actually a cheating player. He was making a fuss just because the incense didn't reach his ideal result. He came over to talk to He Daqi to make himself feel better.

Now that He Daqi had fooled him like this, Ning Hao felt a little embarrassed.

"I also know that it's not good for me to start a big-budget commercial film right away when I have no achievements. I just said a few random words. But Daqi, I'm still very happy that you can let me learn a few tricks from Du Qifeng."

He Daqi nodded seriously. "Brother, don't worry. We have a great relationship! As soon as the filming of Gift in Room 7 is finished, let's shoot four Balabala Fairies movies in a row. Then I'll write a script for you myself. Don't worry about the investment. I'll convince Sister Zhou."

No, we have to let this guy finish filming Balabala the Fairies as soon as possible, otherwise we won’t be able to find such a good animal in the future.

Ning Hao was laughing happily at first, but then he frowned and asked uncertainly, "How many Balabala Fairies movies did you say you wanted to shoot in a row?"

"Four! Don't worry, if we shoot them continuously, it will be fast and won't take half a year."

Ning Hao resisted the urge to spray He Daqi's face with salty soda, and said with a twitch of his mouth: "Daqi, good brother, actually we don't need to be so anxious."

"Brother Hao, please stop talking. It's not that I'm anxious, it's just that I trust only you!"

Ning Hao heard this and said, "I'll go get ready and go to Hong Kong with you in a few days."

Then he got up and left, too lazy to argue with He Daqi. This junior brother's heart was quite dark in color, and a little bit inhuman.

He Daqi looked at his back and chuckled, then prepared to lie down on the table and take a nap.

Unfortunately, it seemed like everyone was against him today. Just as he lay down, his phone rang.

"Hey, uncle, what's up?"

"Are you still sleepy? Why are you talking so lazily?" He Bing did not answer but asked back.

"A little bit. I just finished the press conference and my head is a little fuzzy. I want to take a nap." He Daqi yawned and said.

"You said at the press conference that you were going to Hong Kong to film in a few days and wouldn't be back for a month. Is that true?"

"That's fake. The crew in Hong Kong doesn't shoot on weekends. I'll go back to Beijing to see my kids on weekends."

He Bing was silent for a moment, then asked, "Are you free tomorrow? Remember what I said last time? I'll take you there tomorrow. If you go, they'll start to praise you. Now that you're an award-winning actor, the effect will probably be even better than before. The best praise will make him lose his mind, and then say with a look of regret that he doesn't have time."

"Remember! It's just praising people, I'm good at it!"

He Daqi now feels that the director He Bing mentioned is more and more interesting, and plans to observe him carefully tomorrow.

(End of this chapter)