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Chapter 356 The Open and Covert Struggles of the Big Flowers
Congratulations, Daqi!

"Da Qi's face is really striking!"

Today, the actors and staff of the film crew all greeted He Daqi with congratulations the first time they met him.

It's funny, but nowadays many people believe the nonsense that the moon is rounder in other countries.

So when He Daqi appeared on the cover of Time magazine and was named Asia's male god, in addition to his own fans being ecstatic, a bunch of yellow-skinned, white-hearted bananas also hypocritically helped promote him online.

It felt like the greatest favor Ho Ta-kai could receive was being featured on the cover, which was utterly disgusting.

This wasn't even the most disgusting thing for He Daqi.

What disgusted Ho Ta-chi the most was that in early March, a Chinese man won the Oscar for Best Director for a gay film and was on the cover of Time magazine. Ho Ta-chi was also on the cover this time. When a reporter asked the director named Lee An if he knew Ho Ta-chi, Lee An said: "Ho Ta-chi has always been the most ideal leading man in my opinion. I wanted to cast him in the film, but unfortunately, because he is of Asian descent, the plot did not fit, so I did not invite him."

This is absolutely disgusting, truly disgusting to the core.

So now, although everyone on set has come to congratulate He Daqi, He Daqi himself is not happy at all.

What's there to be happy about? The opinions of a bunch of foreigners are irrelevant to He Daqi.

With the perspective of his previous life, He Daqi has never been particularly fond of Westerners. After all, in He Daqi's original world, both black and white Westerners were on the same level, holding marches every day with signs to protest against discrimination against Chinese people, wanting the Chinese to take them seriously.

Even though he didn't think much of it, He Daqi didn't show it. He just waved his hand with a smile and said, "Alright, alright, stop surrounding me and get ready to film."

After everyone had mostly dispersed, Ning Hao nudged He Daqi and asked, "Miracle in Cell No. 7 has been nominated for Best Screenplay. Do you think I have a chance of winning? The staff member who called me seemed to be implying that if you show up at the event, there's a high probability that the award will be given to me."

"So, senior, do you want this award? If you do, I'll go to Hong Kong with you. If you don't care, we can just stay in the mainland and film. Actually, I feel this award is nothing special, not worth making a special trip for."

Although everyone knows that the script for "Miracle in Cell No. 7" was written by He Daqi, during the promotion, Ning Hao was listed as the screenwriter first in order to legitimize his award. So if the award were actually given out, Ning Hao would indeed be the one to go on stage to accept it.

Looking at the nonchalant He Daqi, Ning Hao thought to himself: You've already won Best Actor and Best TV Actor awards, of course you don't care about this kind of award. I only have a bunch of worthless awards. Guess if I want this trophy or not?
He could only complain in his heart. There was nothing he could do. He still needed He Daqi to help him out, so he couldn't say anything to his face.

"We have plenty of time for filming, so... why don't you come with me?"

He Daqi glanced at Ning Hao, who was looking at him expectantly, shook his head and chuckled softly. After thinking for a moment, he raised his hand and held up two fingers: "Senior brother, if you had to choose between the two, what would you choose? This year, you could win Best Screenplay with 'Gift from Cell No. 7,' or next year, you could win Best Director with 'Crazy Stone.'"

The way he said it made it sound like he could reserve the prize for himself. Ning Hao smacked his lips, grinned sheepishly, and asked, "Can I have them all?"

He Daqi smiled in surprise: "...It's not impossible, then I'll go with you."

As Ning Hao happily turned to explain things to Lu Yang, He Daqi took out his phone and called Wang Rui.

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April has arrived, and the temperature has finally returned. Ten degrees Celsius is the most comfortable temperature. However, it rained in Beijing yesterday, so it will only be eight degrees Celsius today.

After boarding the plane through the VIP channel at Beijing Airport, Ning Hao glanced to the side and saw that He Daqi and Zhou Huimin had put on eye masks and comfortably covered themselves with blankets as soon as they sat down, ready to go to sleep.

He followed suit, adjusted his seat, and closed his eyes. Unfortunately, he was a little excited and couldn't fall asleep even after trying for a while. So he turned his head to chat with his wife, Xing Aina, but found that his wife was sleeping soundly.

As a result, Ning Hao spent the entire three-and-a-half-hour flight counting sheep out of sheer boredom.

Upon exiting Hong Kong Airport, the group felt somewhat disoriented; the temperature was alright, but it was incredibly stuffy.

It's the time to return to Nantian right now. If it weren't for supporting Ning Hao, He Daqi would never have come to Hong Kong at this time.

When the humidity reaches 100%, it's no joke.

"The awards ceremony doesn't start until 8 p.m. We need to go to Kowloon's house first, we'll arrive around 7:30. Senior, do you need me to help you and Sister Xing find a stylist to do your makeup and hair?" He Daqi asked Ning Hao after getting into the van.

"Okay, thank you for your help, Daqi."

When the car arrived in Kowloon, Ning Hao and Xing Aina were taken to a styling studio, while He Daqi and Zhou Huimin went to find someone to tidy up the house.

If the house has been unoccupied for a long time, you need to hire someone to clean it, especially to dehumidify it, otherwise the house will be uninhabitable.

7:30 p.m.

Amidst the constant flashes of light, Ho Tai-kai and Vivian Chow hurriedly walked across the red carpet without stopping. For the two of them, walking the red carpet was something they wanted to do as casually as possible, as this amount of exposure was of little use to them.

The two of them deliberately arrived at the exact time, so that they wouldn't waste time arguing with acquaintances once they got to the venue.

However, it's still necessary to make necessary introductions, such as to people like Liu Furong and Liang Jiahui, with whom you've worked and have a good relationship.

Another example is Cheng Long, who happily moved over and sat next to He Daqi.

"How long are you planning to stay in Hong Kong, Daqi? Shall we go out for a late-night snack later?"

"I'm leaving tomorrow morning, so let's skip this time. I'll treat you next time you come to Hong Kong." He Daqi smiled and politely declined Cheng Long's invitation. As soon as he finished speaking, he seemed to remember something and continued, "By the way, brother, are you familiar with the special effects team in Hollywood? Do you know any cheaper ones?"

"...I can contact the team that did the special effects for The Myth back then," Jackie Chan said after a moment's hesitation.

"That team is out of the question; they're not a good fit for me."

What a joke! The special effects in The Myth were terrible. He Daqi isn't so shameless as to spend money on shit.

"I don't know about that, but I'll be going to Bald Eagle for a while in mid-June and early July. I can ask around for you then."

"Thank you, brother. I'll leave it to you then."

At this moment, Liu Furong, who was diagonally in front of him, turned around with a smile and teased, "Daqi, you're not being fair! You didn't even leave me a cameo role when your new movie started filming?"

"That's because I was worried that you'd be too busy, Brother Hua."

"...I'm really not busy this year. There are more and more rising stars. The first half of the year isn't even over yet, and a lot of good songs have already emerged in the Chinese music scene. Compared to the young people, I feel like I'm old and outdated." Liu Furong's words were tinged with a hint of wistfulness.

The group chatted for a short while before the awards ceremony officially began. Jackie Chan was a presenter, and his seat wasn't there, so after greeting He Daqi, he chuckled and moved to the front row.

As soon as he left, Ning Hao led Xing Aina over happily to sit down.

"You big shots have it so easy, sitting wherever you want. By the way, Daqi, why don't you go to the front row?" "Why would I go? To suffer? The camera keeps filming me here. If I sit in the front row, there will be several cameras pointed at me." He Daqi tilted his head slightly and winked at Ning Hao, reminding him that there was a camera always filming them.

Ning Hao glanced at the camera and clicked his tongue in disapproval.

I'm so envious. When will I be able to attract so much attention? But I'm doing pretty well now, after all, I've already started eating at the table.

Thinking about the best script later, Ning Hao felt very happy.

A mainland Chinese actress shone brightly at this year's Golden Elephant Awards, and that was Zhou Xun.

"Perhaps Love" and "Election" basically swept the awards, but "Perhaps Love" won mostly minor awards, with Zhou Xun only winning the most important award, Best Actress.

"Election" was amazing, winning Best Picture, Best Director, and Best Actor.

There was originally another Best Screenplay award for "Election," but it was taken by Ho Tai-kei and given to Ning Hao.

I believe Du Qifeng wouldn't mind, after all, he gained both fame and fortune from "Gift from Cell No. 7". To be honest, this movie was directed by Ning Hao, so he should at least give Ning Hao something in return.
Anyway, He Daqi didn't sense any resentment from Du Qifeng, because before the awards ceremony was over, Du Qifeng rushed over to chat with He Daqi for a few words, mainly reminding He Daqi not to forget to make a cameo appearance in "Peace is Precious".

When Du Qifeng came over, he was carrying two trophies, which Ning Hao found quite enviable, since he only had one.

"Daqi, do you think there's any chance I could... next year..."

"no way!"

"You denied it before I even finished speaking. Do you even know what I was going to say?"

"Don't think too much about it. After all, this is an award from Hong Kong. It's good enough that they can help you steal one. Don't even think about taking more. Be careful not to make people jealous. Even Stephen Chow can be beaten to a pulp, let alone you."

"That's it."

Ning Hao stopped arguing with He Daqi and happily turned to show off the trophy to his wife.

As the awards ceremony drew to a close, Vivian Chow, who had been seated throughout, patted Ho Tai-kai's hand, indicating that it was time to find an opportunity to leave.

He Daqi thought the same thing. He looked around and saw that people were already leaving. He got up and helped Zhou Huimin up, preparing to leave discreetly. Ning Hao saw this and immediately got up to follow.

"Director Ning, Daqi, please wait a moment."

A woman's voice made He Daqi and Ning Hao turn their heads.

Zhou Xun, who had just won the Best Actress award, walked over with small, quick steps.

"Congratulations, Zhou... Sister Xun." He Daqi originally wanted to say "Sister Zhou," but then he remembered that this was the way to address his wife, so he changed his address at the last minute.

Ning Hao was in a great mood and congratulated He Daqi, saying, "Congratulations to Sister Xun for shining brightly tonight and winning the Best Actress award."

Zhou Xun's lips twitched. It was one thing for He Daqi, that pretty boy, to call her "Sister Xun," but now Ning Hao, that dark-faced guy, was doing it too. Zhou Xun felt like she had aged ten years in an instant.

The key issue is that Zhou Xun still can't correct Ning Hao's way of addressing her, because, strictly speaking, Ning Hao is three years younger than her.

How infuriating! Why do you look so prematurely aged, you little black dog? If you don't know how to greet people, you can call me Miss Zhou.

"I also want to congratulate Director Ning on winning Best Screenplay. I've seen Miracle in Cell No. 7, and it's a really good movie."

He Daqi didn't respond, but Ning Hao waved his hand cheerfully: "Actually, it's just average. If it were really well-made, I would have won... well, I think I could only win Best Screenplay."

Upon hearing this, Zhou Xun twitched the corners of his mouth again.

However, this time she called out to He Daqi and Ning Hao because she had something important to discuss, so she ignored Ning Hao's daydreaming.

"I wonder what you two think of fantasy movies? I heard that the Hong Kong Film Association is currently preparing a script to adapt a story from Strange Tales from a Chinese Studio. However, they haven't found investors yet, but they have already cast the actors. If you two are interested, you can ask around."

He Daqi raised his eyebrows slightly, and Zhou Huimin also looked up from her phone and glanced at Zhou Xun.

Hong Kong Film Association?

So, is it because someone told Zhou Xun something after she won the Golden Elephant Award for Best Actress? And why did Zhou Xun hurriedly tell He Daqi and Ning Hao this news?
"Strange Tales from a Chinese Studio? That's interesting. We'll keep an eye out for good projects. Thank you, Sister Xun, for letting us know."

"I also have my own selfish reasons. You'll find out the details of the project once you find out." Zhou Xun didn't hide anything, smiled and nodded before turning to leave.

"What does she mean?" Ning Hao asked, frowning.

"I don't know. I guess the project is good, and she wants to play the lead role. Wait, no! ... It's probably because someone is using this project to manipulate her, or there's a disagreement about the lead role, and she doesn't want to work with certain people."

He Daqi could only guess. He had no other information, only that there was such a project. He wasn't a god, so what else could he rely on but guessing?
Oh! You can use cheats!
As He Daqi turned and took Zhou Huimin's arm to walk out, he made up his mind. He would go back and check the film library to see what kind of project it was. Anyway, he had plenty of projects on hand. If the project Zhou Xun mentioned made money, he would invest a little. If it didn't, he would just pretend it never happened.

Seeing He Daqi's nonchalant attitude, Ning Hao stopped worrying and followed He Daqi out of the venue.

That evening, He Daqi found the film project Zhou Xun had mentioned in the film library, and also understood why Zhou Xun had specifically called out to him and Ning Hao.

If anyone else tries to steal the rights to this film from the Hong Kong Film Association, it won't be easy for them...

He Daqi slowly browsed through the reviews in the film library, and one of them caught his attention. He gradually began to understand what it meant.

He opened his eyes and shook Zhou Huimin, who was nestled in his arms watching TV.

"what happened?"

"Do you still want to act?" He Daqi asked as he tidied her hair.

"Do not want to."

“I’ve found a role that’s perfect for you, similar to Little Jew.”

If He Daqi said that, Zhou Huimin would really be interested. She tilted her head back and looked at He Daqi with her big eyes blinking.

"Tell me more about it."

(End of this chapter)