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Chapter 354 Nightclub
"Qi-zai, I've been here to help you out for over twenty days..."

Cheng Long emphasized the words "more than twenty days" and gestured with his hands, as if afraid that He Daqi would not remember them well and would forget them later.

Before Cheng Long could finish speaking, He Daqi cheerfully came over, put his arm around Cheng Long, and clinked glasses with him: "Don't worry, big brother, just watch my performance. When we get to Hollywood, you can tell me where to go and I'll do it."

He Daqi had learned this buddy-buddy-like pose from Cheng Long, and he really put it to good use. Cheng Long was extremely happy to be coaxed, picked up the one-pound glass in his hand, and gulped down the whole glass of beer in one go.

This carefree demeanor aroused He Daqi's thirst for alcohol, and he followed Cheng Long's example, drinking a cup in silence.

Although it was already March, the temperature in Beijing hadn't risen much, just above zero. The room-temperature beer was no different from the chilled beer. He Daqi, who had downed a glass, felt a headache coming on from the cold and couldn't help but hiss.

Cheng Long almost burst out laughing. His head had been throbbing from the cold earlier, but he had endured it to see He Daqi make a fool of himself. Now that he saw He Daqi had also fallen victim to the same trick, he stopped pretending and vigorously rubbed the back of his head as if trying to warm it up.

"Daqi, let's change to white."

"No, I can't mix drinks, I'll get drunk if I do." After saying that, He Daqi got up, opened the door to the private room, and said to the waiter standing at the door, "Miss, please get some hot water. The beer is too cold, please warm it up for me."

"Okay, Mr. He, um... Mr. He, I'm a fan of yours, would it be convenient for you to sign an autograph later?" The waitress asked expectantly, looking at He Daqi's handsome face.

This is obviously a fake fan! Real fans would just call him Daqi.

He Daqi didn't expose her. He smiled and nodded, then returned to his seat, took out an autographed photo from his bag, and handed it to the waiter.

Watching the waiter happily stuff the photo into his breast pocket and then take cheerful little steps to get hot water, He Daqi turned around and went back to the private room.

“Daqi really has girls who like it,” Sun Honglei said with a smile.

"He was like that at school too. Every time he came to our acting department to audit classes, those girls would especially love to hang around him. Sometimes when the teacher asked us to perform in pairs, he was always the first one to have a teammate. Those girls would take turns teaming up with him, as if it were pre-arranged." Jia Nailiang revealed a little secret, describing He Daqi's treatment at the Beijing Film Academy.

He's probably the most qualified to speak on this, since his ex-girlfriend Huang Shengyi wanted to get to know He Daqi through him, which means he got stabbed twice for no reason.

“I can imagine. After all, I heard Daqi’s name all the time in the directing department. The girls in my class often talked about how the acting department recruited a really handsome junior in his freshman year. At that time, we didn’t even know that Daqi was from the literature department. We only knew that he went to the acting department every day.” Ning Hao said while picking up some food, echoing Jia Nailiang’s words.

These two's words made He Daqi start to doubt himself. He had only been there for less than half a semester, so how could they make it sound like he had been studying at the Beijing Film Academy for a long time?

So He Daqi started acting like a complete idiot, standing up and raising his glass to Ning Hao and Jia Nailiang, saying, "Come on, this glass of wine is to thank you two senior brothers for your support all this time. Good brothers, down it in one gulp, our friendship is all in this drink, so don't you two start having affairs."

After saying that, he did it, then, despite the headache, he chuckled as he watched Ning Hao and Jia Nailiang, who were jolted awake by the cold.

Deng Chao found it quite amusing and said in a very captivating way, "Why don't we skip heating the wine and play a little game? Whoever loses has to drink a cup as punishment, until they pass out."

That's a great idea. Jackie Chan, who loves to have fun, immediately shouted that we should do it.

Today was his wrap party, and no one refused him, so the group happily played cops and robbers.

The worst thing about drinking parties is when people get too carried away, because once they start having fun, they can't stop drinking, especially since Cheng Long and He Daqi are both heavy drinkers, which only adds fuel to the fire.

……

He Daqi waved unsteadily to the Longhu brothers who were helping him back to the villa courtyard, then hummed a little tune as he entered the villa.

As she entered the room, she bent down to change her shoes and lost her balance, collapsing onto the carpet. She staggered to her feet and went barefoot back to the bedroom.

"You still know how to come back?!" Zhou Huimin asked fiercely, her big eyes wide.

He Daqi seemed deaf, burying his face in the bed and reaching for Zhou Huimin's blanket to cover himself without even taking off his clothes.

"Drink, drink, drink! All you know is drinking! Look at the state you're in now!" Zhou Huimin threw the blanket at He Daqi, angrily pinching and pulling He Daqi's face back and forth. As a result, He Daqi burped, almost making Zhou Huimin faint from the smell.

This guy was so angry with Zhou Huimin that he was about to explode. He sat cross-legged in front of He Daqi and rambled on and on, only to hear He Daqi start snoring.

Zhou Huimin was furious and kicked him off the bed onto the carpet. She even turned the air conditioner up to 16 degrees Celsius, making He Daqi sleep shivering on the carpet all night.

Well, that's it. He Daqi was so cold that he woke up feeling dizzy and with a runny nose.

"Why am I sleeping on the carpet without a blanket?" He Daqi asked Zhou Huimin suspiciously.

"Who knows? You probably rolled down the bed yourself. Will you dare to drink so much next time? This time it's okay, you just rolled off the bed. What if you roll down the stairs next time you're drunk?" Zhou Huimin sat on the chair, tilting her small face up and staring at He Daqi, asking him in a righteous tone.

After asking the question, she ignored He Daqi and focused on grooming the kitten. The kitten is currently in an awkward phase, shedding fur every day, and the first thing Zhou Huimin does every morning is to groom it.

Although He Daqi suspected that he hadn't rolled off the bed, he couldn't tell anything from Zhou Huimin's face. He shakily climbed back into bed and snuggled under the covers, taking a long time to warm up. He had no appetite and lay in bed in a daze until the afternoon, when he finally felt a little more comfortable.

It took him half a day to remember that the film crew had to work today, so he immediately got up, took out his phone, and called Wu Nannan.

"Sister Wu, I drank too much last night and I'm not going to the set today. Could you talk to Ning Hao and ask him to film someone else's scenes first?"

After He Daqi finished speaking, he heard Wu Nannan chuckle on the phone. She then smiled and said to He Daqi, "The crew is on holiday. Not only did you not come today, but of the group of people you drank with yesterday, only Zhao Wenzhuo came. The rest of you are all lying at home. I simply gave the crew a holiday. Today is Friday, so it's a three-day break. I called Miss Zhou to tell her about this, but she didn't tell you?"

"She...she's in the living room petting the cat. I just woke up and called you as soon as I woke up. I haven't had a chance to listen to her yet. Okay, Sister Wu, that's all for now. I'm hanging up."

After hanging up the phone, He Daqi slapped his forehead speechlessly, rolled his eyes at Zhou Huimin who was kicking him with her toes, and got up to go to the kitchen to find something to eat.

As luck would have it, just as He Daqi touched the doorknob, his phone rang. He turned his head and saw that it was Cheng Long calling.

Huh? What's going on? Did this guy drink too much and forget he finished filming, then go to the set and find no one there, so he called to ask?

"Brother, are you sober now?"

"Just woke up, quick! Qi Zai, I need your help urgently. Send me some money. I spent a bit too much last night and I don't have my cards with me. Can you come pick me up?" Cheng Long's tone was somewhat urgent.

"Um... Brother, where are you now?" "Near the Kunlun Hotel where we ate yesterday, in a nightclub over here. I didn't pay attention to the name last night, but it's pretty close to the hotel. You'll see it when you get here."

"Okay, I'll be there soon."

He Daqi hung up the phone and clicked his tongue. "Big brother is big brother. He goes out to play even when he's drunk. Isn't he afraid of having a stroke?"

He called the Dragon and Tiger Brothers, then went to the bathroom to wash up, changed his clothes, put on a mask and sunglasses, and left the villa to get into his car.

"Daqi, where are we going?" Qin Long asked.

"Go look around the area near yesterday's restaurant for nightclubs."

"it is good."

The nightclub was easy to find. Qin Long had just driven to the Kunlun Hotel when He Daqi saw the nightclub's sign.

He got out of the car and looked at the sign with some hesitation. "Heaven on Earth"? That's quite a clever name.

He took out his phone and called Cheng Long while leading the Dragon and Tiger Brothers inside.

"Brother, which private room are you in?"

Number 88.

"That's quite auspicious. I've arrived, I'll go in and find you now."

After He Daqi hung up the phone, he entered the room to find a row of young women dressed in cheongsams. The women were exceptionally polite and bowed in unison without even asking what He Daqi did for a living: "Welcome to Heaven on Earth."

The Dragon and Tiger Brothers following behind He Daqi twitched their lips simultaneously, exchanged glances, and were probably worried about what to do if He Daqi requested services later. Should they call Zhou Huimin to inform her?
"Please come in, esteemed guests. Our tickets are 150 yuan per person, including a cocktail. Private rooms and other drinks are priced separately. We hope you have a great time," a charming young woman in a cheongsam said with a smile as she walked over.

"Take us to room 88... never mind, let's not go. Can you check how much the bill for room 88 is? I'll pay it." He Daqi stopped his steps toward sin and turned to the young lady to instruct her.

The young lady nodded, then walked to the front desk and checked the computer: "Okay, I'll check for you now... Room 88... Hmm... The total bill is 337,600. I'll round it down for you, so you can just pay 337,000."

"Holy crap, what did he do? He spent over 300,000 in one night?" He Daqi initially thought the place wasn't expensive when he heard the ticket price was 150, but he didn't expect the bill to be six figures.

"That customer ordered twelve bottles of XO, each costing 12,800 yuan, six fruit platters at 300 yuan each, a private room for 15 hours costing 14,000 yuan, and also ordered six 'aunties'..."

"Alright, stop talking, swipe your card to pay." He Daqi interrupted the young lady's payment and handed over the card directly.

He thought for a moment, then took out his phone and called Cheng Long again.

"Brother, I've settled your bill. Are you still going to stay here? If you're not leaving now, I'll deposit some more money for you here. I'm a little hungry and want to go get something to eat first."

"Thank you for your help, Qi Zai. I'll be right out." Cheng Long said and then hung up the phone.

After He Daqi hung up the phone, the young woman handed the card back to him with both hands and said with a smile, "If you are hungry, you can eat here. This is also a restaurant."

He Daqi didn't say anything upon hearing this, but simply waved his hand, indicating that he didn't want to eat there.

Not long after, Jackie Chan came out in a carefree manner, smelling strongly of perfume. He Daqi could smell it even before he got close to him.

Cheng Long first patted He Daqi's arm with a smile, then turned to the young lady and asked, "How much did it cost in total for VIP room number 88?"

"Hello, the total bill is 337,000." The young lady replied with a smile.

“Okay.” Cheng Long nodded with a smile to the young lady, and then said as he walked out with He Daqi, “Qi Zai, I won’t give you the money. I’ll have someone send you a pair of gold Rolexes from Hong Kong in a couple of days. I see you don’t wear a watch every day, so I’ll give you one.”

"No need, brother. You came to help me, so it's only right that I treat you to a meal. This little bit of money isn't even enough for your daily pay. You've been helping out for over twenty days, so I should at least show my appreciation."

The four of them left the Heaven on Earth nightclub. Cheng Long followed He Daqi into the car, took off his mask, and asked, "I took a nap in the private room and I'm sober now. Shall we go for another drink?"

"No, if I drink any more, my wife won't let me in. I woke up today to find myself lying on the carpet, and my wife was giving me a really bad look."

"Little Jew is so strict. If you ask me, you got married too early. You're suffering from the hardships of marriage at such a young age, and you can't even go out and have some fun."

Cheng Long recalled the last time he asked He Daqi to make a cameo appearance in The Myth. At that time, Zhou Huimin stayed by He Daqi's side the whole time, guarding him like she would her bad friends, for fear that he would lead He Daqi astray.

“…Who says otherwise?” He Daqi sighed.

The two of them went to the Kunlun Hotel next door for a quick bite, and then went home separately.

When He Daqi returned to the villa, he saw Zhou Huimin sitting on the sofa with her hair disheveled, clipping her toenails.

Hearing the door open, Vivian Chow looked up and saw that it was Ho Tai-kai who had returned. She waved with a smile and said, "Come and help me trim my nails. What were you doing just now?"

"Have you washed your feet before I cut them for you? I just went to a nightclub, but I didn't find it fun, so I came back." He Daqi didn't get close to Zhou Huimin. After changing into his slippers, he walked towards the bedroom while saying this.

"Nightclubs?" Vivian Chow, grinning, grabbed nail clippers and jumped up behind Ho Tai-kai, wrapping her arms around his neck and hopping onto his back. She teased him with a smile, "You went to nightclubs? By the way, you worked in a nightclub when you first came to Hong Kong. What, are you trying to reminisce about your old days?"

"You touched my feet and then came up to hug my neck without washing your hands, and you even waved a nail clipper in front of my face, are you crazy?" He Daqi entered the bedroom with a look of disgust and threw Zhou Huimin onto the bed.

"My sister's feet smell good!"

Zhou Huimin chuckled and kicked her fair, delicate feet at He Daqi, but He Daqi grabbed her legs and started tickling her soles.

Well, that's it. Vivian Chow was laughing so hard she was almost crying. She grabbed a pillow and started hitting He Daqi on the head. The more she hit him, the more excited He Daqi became, until Vivian Chow begged for mercy before she finally stopped.

(End of this chapter)