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Chapter 345 The Directors' Bad Luck
Clearly, He Daqi's unethical act at the end of 05 made everyone in the entertainment industry realize the impact of the new era internet on the film and television industry.

Does Yabo.com charge you for a free profile picture frame?

No need.

But this one profile picture frame has attracted a huge number of netizens, who want the feeling of having something unique.

Before the avatar frame system was introduced, everyone was the same. But now it's different. Users with avatar frames are significantly more active in their posts on Yabo.com, greatly enhancing their desire to interact in the community. This has clearly been a win-win situation.

As a man, Wang Qiang usually treats buying clothes as an ordinary thing, without any boasting. He just wants clothes that can be used at home or when going out, as long as they can cover his body.

But! After he got the co-branded avatar frame from Yabo.com, he, who used to only browse and never reply, started showing off from time to time and commenting everywhere.

Especially today, he casually posted his opinion under a popular account, and ended up encountering a newbie who had just learned to use the internet. That newbie was a woman, and that's when things got interesting.

"Brother, your profile picture frame is so pretty! Where did you get it?"

What might have been a simple question from the girl was interpreted by him as a cryptic message.

Wang Qiang immediately responded in great detail, like a wind-up donkey, from buying movie tickets to how to get verified with Yabo.com customer service. His description was even better than the official event, and it could be used as a guide.

Unfortunately, what Wang Qiang didn't know was that after he explained the detailed method, the girl saw that it was a movie written by He Daqi, and immediately went offline to call her boyfriend to go see the movie, while he was still here waiting anxiously for a reply from the other side.

There are countless examples like this online. He Daqi's limited-time collaboration avatar frame has boosted Yabo.com's traffic to another level.

Similar to Yabo.com, does Tencent charge money for a set of co-branded character showcases?

Um... this is really necessary.

The Crazy Stone production team gave Tencent 460 million yuan, but this money wasn't paid by He Daqi; it was considered a publicity and distribution expense, and China Film Group will make up the difference later.

The most absurd thing is that He Daqi's actions have prompted many experts to conduct extensive research, all claiming that the future belongs to the internet and that this model will become increasingly common, blah blah blah...

New Year's Day, the first day of the new year, should have been a good time for movie promotion. However, the Crazy Stone production team benefited from Ning Hao's accident yesterday and had to cancel the rest of the roadshow activities.

He Daqi walked out of the airport discreetly wearing a mask and sunglasses. He shivered as soon as he stepped out, as the temperature difference between Sichuan and Beijing was indeed quite large at this time of year.

Just as he was hesitating whether to open his suitcase and put on some clothes, he saw Yan Jiu running up to him.

"Mr. He, the airport is crowded today. The cars are parked on the outer perimeter, so we need to walk further out."

"Okay, thank you for your hard work. You'll have to pick me up from the airport on New Year's Day."

He Daqi thanked Yan Jiu for helping him carry his suitcase and hurriedly urged him to walk towards the outer perimeter of the airport.

It was a bit cold, and He Daqi wanted to get in the car quickly to warm up.

The Longhu Brothers drove here today. After He Daqi got in the car and the van drove onto the airport expressway, he suddenly remembered something and said to Qin Long, who was driving, "Brother Long, we need to get off at the East Third Ring Road in a bit. I want to go check on the construction site."

"Understood," Qin Long replied without turning around.

It's been almost a month since I last visited. When I went last time, the new house was completely built, and they were renovating the surrounding landscaping, swimming pool, and fountain.

Since it was on his way, He Daqi wanted to check on the progress. If it was going well, he would tell Zhou Huimin to hurry up and find someone to renovate so that the renovation could be completed sooner and the windows could be opened for ventilation, allowing them to move in sooner.

As time goes on, the neighbors become more and more familiar with the place we live in. After a while, some people will definitely start to wonder why they've never seen the owner of the biggest villa in the neighborhood.

He Daqi never doubted the curiosity of the people of Beijing. The system of elderly men and women that they formed when they were catching enemy agents was still just as domineering as it is now. To avoid trouble, it would be best to bring it out sooner rather than later.

After getting off the Third Ring Road, He Daqi put on his clothes and wandered around the perimeter of the construction site twice. The construction site was not open today, so there was not much activity and not much dust, which allowed He Daqi to see things quite clearly.

Summer has arrived, and today is January 02st, 06.

It's been three and a half years since I arrived, and I've never stayed in one place for very long. The longest I've stayed is in the villa I'm living in now, which I bought for Zhou Huimin to take care of during her pregnancy. It's been more than two years, but looking at the progress of the construction site, I estimate that we can move in before this fall.

Time flies...

He Daqi glanced at the road being paved, then turned and walked towards the nanny van.

After half an hour.

He Daqi, who was standing at the entrance of the villa, heard the two children's cheerful laughter before he even entered.

When I opened the door, I saw Zhou Huimin chasing the two children all over the house.

This caught He Daqi red-handed. Before, when He Daqi was chasing after the children, Zhou Huimin would nag him all the time. Now that Zhou Huimin was doing the same thing, He Daqi finally caught her red-handed.

"Why are you running around with the child like that? What if he falls?"

Zhou Huimin was initially quite happy to see He Daqi return, but upon hearing him mutter this remark, she instantly became displeased.

"What are you afraid of? There's a carpet on the floor, so it won't hurt if you fall."

They've reversed the Heavenly Gang; that was clearly He Daqi's excuse before.

Seeing Zhou Huimin's confident demeanor, He Daqi chuckled and kicked her in the butt.

"Daddy, Daddy, hug me."

The two little ones happily each hugged one of He Daqi's legs, tilting their little faces up and jumping around.

He Daqi squatted down and picked them up, one in each arm. He noticed that the two little ones seemed to have grown a bit taller. Children grow so fast; they change every day.

"Is Ning Hao alright? I saw on the news that he went straight to the ICU?"

"Don't listen to their nonsense. I told them on the phone yesterday that I was just too tired and didn't pay attention. I slept at the hospital and was fine. I'll probably be back tomorrow."

Upon hearing this, Zhou Huimin stopped asking questions and came over to help He Daqi pull his suitcase back to the bedroom. She noticed the weight was unusual and asked in confusion, "What's inside that's so heavy?"

Her actions were much faster than her words; before He Daqi could explain, she opened her suitcase.

"This is hot pot base that I brought back from Sichuan. I watched it being simmered, and it smells really good. It's winter now, so it's perfect for hot pot."

He Daqi's explanation immediately reminded Zhou Huimin of hot pot, making her mouth water. She said happily, "Let's try it tonight. We can go buy some mutton this afternoon and make a half-and-half hot pot. Just thinking about it makes me happy."

He Daqi didn't respond to Zhou Huimin. He was whispering to his beloved son and daughter, bumping his forehead against theirs and grinning from ear to ear.

It's 8 PM.

The hot pot on the induction cooker was bubbling away. A pair of long chopsticks roughly picked up all the mutton from the clear broth pot, placed it in a bowl with a small amount of sesame paste, stirred it a couple of times, and once the meat was coated with the sauce, divided it into two portions and put them into the child's bowl.

"Eat slowly, be careful not to burn it."

He Daqi gave a word of advice.

Actually, it wouldn't have been a problem if I hadn't told them. The two kids are quite clever; they could tell the temperature wasn't right just by touching it with their lips. They smiled and weren't in a hurry to eat, turning their heads to watch He Daqi grinning as he ate the hot mutton from the spicy hot pot.

Jingle Bell!
"Dad's phone is ringing! I'll go get it."

"No, I'll go! I'll go!"

The two little ones jumped off the stool and rushed into the bedroom.

Then neither of them would give way, and they both ran out, each clutching one end of their phone.

"Good boy/girl." He Daqi patted their little heads, then picked up his phone, glanced at it, and answered the call.

"Brother Ma, what's up?"

"What's up? You graduated this year, you haven't forgotten, have you?" Ma Yingjun asked, somewhat speechless.

Huh? Graduation?

Oh right, I'm still a student...

"Shouldn't we graduate in the summer?"

"It's summer, but you have to write a graduation thesis, 5,000 words, either scriptwriting or film and television production, it's fine. You're not allowed to let Ning Hao write it for you. You've been in the film and television industry for so long, you should be able to write 5,000 words yourself, right?"

He Daqi clicked his tongue. This was going to kill him. He could barely manage five hundred words, let alone five thousand.

"Brother Ma, let's be reasonable. Isn't it a tradition at Beijing Film Academy to ask senior students for help with writing papers? Why can't it be done for me?"

"Don't talk nonsense! We at Beijing Film Academy don't have that tradition." Ma Yingjun felt like he was laughing in anger. How come He Daqi, this bastard, has stopped talking like a human after not contacting us for so long?

"If you don't have it, you don't have it. Why are you in such a hurry? It's just five thousand words. Okay, I'll send it to the school when I have time. By the way, Brother Ma, I have a question for you. Is there a student named Lu Yang in the directing department?"

"Wait a minute, I happen to be at school, let me check for you." Ma Yingjun put his phone aside, turned on his computer and started looking up information.

He Daqi glanced at the time and found it rather strange, so he couldn't help but ask, "Brother Ma, it's past eight o'clock, why are you still at school?"

"Mind your own business."

"Did you have another fight with your wife, and then all your brothers-in-law came to surround you?" He Daqi guessed with a chuckle.

"Do you still want to find out more information?"

"miss you!"

"Shut up if you want to!" Ma Yingjun said irritably.

After a moment, Ma Yingjun spoke again: "There's a guy named Lu Yang, a junior this year, with pretty good grades. Why are you asking about him?"

Why? Brotherhood of Blades is Lu Yang's work. He Daqi was just asking casually. After all, it's a film that was copied. There's nothing wrong with asking around, right?

"I... I heard it from Ning Hao. Ning Hao is too busy right now and wants to find an assistant director. Isn't it obvious that he's prioritizing his own people? I heard that Lu Yang is quite good at this. Since you called me, I just wanted to ask around."

"Ning Hao...tsk! Lao Tian and I were just talking about him today. He actually crashed into Chen Kaige and Zhang Yimou, and I heard he even fainted from exhaustion during the promotional tour? That makes sense, we really should find a capable assistant director. Hmm...should I give you Lu Yang's phone number now or what?"

"Wait a moment, let me jot this down." He Daqi covered the microphone, kicked Zhou Huimin's calf as she was enjoying her meal, and when she looked up and glared at him, He Daqi said, "Go get me some paper and pen, I need to write down a number."

"Go by yourself!" Zhou Huimin rolled her eyes, remaining motionless.

"Dad, I'm coming! I have colored pencils!" the little boy shouted hurriedly, and then ran towards the sofa with his short legs.

"Me too! Me too! Daddy, don't use my brother's, use mine." The little girl wasn't going to be outdone and darted over after her brother.

The result was that my beloved son brought colored pencils, and my beloved daughter brought an autographed photo.

He Daqi happily wrote down his number on the back of his autographed photo, then chatted with Ma Yingjun for a few more minutes before hanging up. Ma Yingjun then casually mentioned a piece of news to him.

Chen Kaige was hospitalized today, reportedly due to anger.

It seems these directors haven't been having much luck lately. Ning Hao was hospitalized yesterday, Chen Kaige was hospitalized today, and Zhang Yimou isn't hospitalized, but his situation is worse than if he were—his movie flopped.

He Daqi realized that the so-called graduation thesis was just a pretext.

The key point is that He Daqi initially only wanted to knock Zhang Yimou's solo journey off the field, but Wuji was too weak later on, and they were wiped out in one fell swoop. Who can you blame for that?

Is it my own fault for activating Berserk mode and using Whirlwind Slash indiscriminately against friend and foe?
This is so troublesome...

……

the next day.

He Daqi got up very early and excitedly went to the hospital with the gift box.

When they arrived, they found that there were quite a few people in Chen Kaige's ward. Most importantly, everyone had the same idea and bought the same thing: two boxes of Brain Gold.

This is a bit hurtful. If it were just one or two people giving this, it would be fine, but now everyone is giving this. Do you think Old Chen will start to have some doubts? Is everyone trying to get him to "replenish his brain"?

He Daqi had met almost everyone in the ward: Feng Kuzi, Zhang Guoli, the writer surnamed Liu, the writer surnamed Wang, and Chen Kaige's wife.

"The Great Qi has arrived?"

Feng Kuzi had sharp eyes. He first spotted He Daqi standing at the door and greeted him with a smile. Then he noticed the gift box He Daqi was carrying, and his lips twitched involuntarily.

"Director Feng, you're here too! Uncle Zhang, Writer Liu... Writer Wang, hello everyone." He Daqi greeted them one by one, then approached the bedside: "Director Chen, you need to rest! Oh dear! What happened? Why do you have so many blisters in your mouth?"

"He has a short temper, and when he gets angry, he even got into a fight with someone who edits videos," the writer surnamed Wang teased, winking.

These words probably struck a nerve with Chen Kaige. Lying on his hospital bed, he slammed his fist on the bed frame and said fiercely, "I'm going to sue him! I'm going to sue him until he's bankrupt! He's tarnished my art!"

Well, now He Daqi knows why Chen Kaige was so angry he collapsed.

(End of this chapter)