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Chapter 234 Fried Crab
He Daqi knew that he had no part in the show today, so he quickly helped the little girl up and then stood up himself.

Without even bothering to clean himself up, he took the towel and wiped it on his face, and the towel was immediately stained with a large brown spot.

When he took off his toll collector's uniform, he found it was completely soaked. He Daqi could even see a drop of water dripping down his sleeve.

"What's going on today?" he muttered softly.

Ning Hao came over and took the clothes from his hand, saying with a smile: "It will rain heavily in the next three days. I guess the rain has arrived early."

He Daqi was stunned when he heard this, and seemed to have thought of something. He sighed and said, "...It's over. We have to shoot quickly, otherwise you will know how outrageous it will be if it happens to be the rainy season in Hong Kong."

“Will it rain every day?”

"It's even more outrageous than that. Even with the windows closed, the dehumidifier can still pump out three boxes of water every day. If the windows are open... you'll find condensation on your mat in the morning."

Ning Hao felt that what He Daqi said was a bit exaggerated and shook his head to express his disbelief.

He Daqi didn't continue to explain the science. You would know how outrageous this thing is once you experience it, especially where Ning Hao lives now. The buildings are next to each other, and the moisture from the sea floats there. You would want to light a stove in the house to remove the moisture in the middle of summer.

After entering the dressing room and having the makeup artist remove his makeup, He Daqi was too lazy to say hello to others and hurriedly got into the nanny car.

As soon as I sat down, he asked, "What are you having for dinner?"

"Let's eat whatever's on the roadside later, and then we'll take a plane back to Beijing."

Zhou Huimin initially wanted to lean on He Daqi's shoulder, but when she saw that he was sweaty, she didn't move closer to him.

"Huh? Go back to the old city?" He Daqi was stunned.

"Yes, didn't I tell you? It's been raining for three days straight, so we can't shoot. It just so happens that the rain stops on Saturday and Sunday, which means we have five days off. Why don't we go back to the city? It won't rain there."

He Daqi always made phone calls after work, but his brain was too slow at the moment and he didn't react.

Hearing that he would have five days off, He Daqi relaxed completely and slumped in his seat like a dried salted fish.

After a moment, he lazily asked, "Do you think it's possible to shoot in June? Then we can let Ning Hao and Jia Nailiang experience what the rainy season is like in a place surrounded by the sea."

Liu Ying smiled and turned around and said, "I don't think it's likely. I've looked at the filming schedule. 'The Gift in Room 7' will probably take about a month to shoot, even including the rainy days. 'Dragon City Years' will probably be finished by early June if we take our time. Du Qifeng likes to prepare everything well in advance before filming, so the preparation time is long, but the filming time is short."

"What a pity! I really want to see what they look like with a rash all over their bodies." He Daqi said with some regret.

After driving for a while, he suddenly came to his senses. The filming of "The Gift in Room 7" only took a month?

Will The Warlords wrap up filming in early June?
Doesn’t this make Wang Rui’s plan fail?
He Daqi immediately took out his cell phone and called Wang Rui.

"Brother Rui, do you know the filming progress of Dragon City Years?"

"I know, and I also know how long it takes him to do post-production." Wang Rui responded gently.

"how long?"

"A little over four months, and even if it's finished, it won't be released. Du Qifeng wants to take this film to the Cannes Film Festival next year." He Daqi, making sure he heard correctly, asked jokingly, "Is he crazy? How can a film like this win an award? Doesn't he know that these inland directors like to film small-time rural characters? A gang member actually wants to fight the village chief. How abstract..."

"He's very clear-headed. I took the time to watch his shots, and it's obvious they weren't made for box office success. I guess his initial focus was selling the rights, so his participation in Cannes was just a gimmick, purely to sell his films. If you haven't seen it, you might not know, but many of his shots are very textured, leaving room for imagination. Western audiences who love art films love that."

He Daqi has never been exposed to this aspect, so he couldn't comment on what Wang Rui said, but he did agree with the statement that many shots were very textured.

“Is it easy to sell movies there?”

"It's okay. If you come up with a particularly novel plot, people will rush to buy it and then remake it, or like you said, if you want to shoot a rural film, there will be people to cover the cost.
But it's best not to do this, because the people who cover the bottom are not good people. In fact, those who really make such films know that this is like using monkey butts to entertain others. It doesn't matter now, but you will be disliked in the future.

"Prejudice is a huge mountain that's not easy to remove. I've suffered a lot from it. When someone realizes it in the future, you'll just have to see if they're upset or not." Wang Rui began to warn.

"I definitely won't make a movie of this kind," He Daqi said righteously.

At this moment, Zhou Huimin suddenly said to Bai Wei, who was driving in front: "Xiaobai, stop the car and back up. It seems that the food stall just now is frying crabs."

The nanny car slowly stopped, then made a sharp turn and returned to the opposite side of the food stall Zhou Huimin mentioned.

Wang Rui chuckled and asked on the other end of the phone, "Why did you go out to eat at a food stall? Aren't you afraid of being recognized?"

"No, I bought some and ate them in the car. After that, I went to the airport and will return to the mainland tonight."

"Oh, you're not filming because of the rain, right? Then let's hang up first."

"Ah."

After hanging up the phone, He Daqi also imitated Zhou Huimin's current behavior and leaned forward to the car window to look at the food stall.

"Is it fried crab?" Zhou Huimin couldn't see clearly and asked in a low voice.

"Let me take another look... Yeah, yes." He Daqi replied after looking carefully for a while.

"Xiao Liu, do you want to eat this? If you do, buy a few more servings. If you don't, you'll have to eat airplane meals later." Zhou Huimin said as she sat back in her seat.

"Eat. Wait a minute. I'll ask Qin Long and the others in the car behind to go down and buy some." Liu Ying took out her cell phone and made a call.

This thing is made quickly. In less than ten minutes, the car was filled with the smell of fried crabs from Typhoon Shelter.

This thing should be eaten at a food stall. The ingredients are rich and the garlic aroma is like a soul, constantly drilling into your nose.

He Daqi ate two large boxes of spicy and salty food, and drank two bottles of mineral water. If the water in his stomach hadn't been a little shaky, he probably could have drunk more.

He still felt thirsty even after getting on the plane, and asked the flight attendant for drinks several times.

Zhou Huimin, who was standing next to him, squinted her eyes and looked at him. After a long while, she didn't find anything wrong. Feeling unwilling to give up, she leaned over and whispered in He Daqi's ear, "Do you think I should go back and buy a stewardess uniform?"

After saying that, he carefully observed He Daqi's expression, trying to find out if anything was wrong.

(End of this chapter)