This actor has something

Chapter 357 Another private screening at Beijing Film Academy
With the help of the strong wind, the raindrops quickly slid across the back of He Daqi's hand. He took a step back and hid under the eaves.

The grass in the corner was battered by the dripping water from the eaves and the strong wind. Its slender, green leaves swayed up and down and left and right, like a dancer in long green sleeves.

More and more people took shelter under the eaves, making filming impossible for the time being, so they all started chatting in groups.

He Daqi looked into the distance. The wind was strong, but the rain was fine. The palace complex under the drizzle had a hazy beauty, which captivated him for a moment.

Lu Yang leaned over to He Daqi and gently patted his arm. When He Daqi turned to look at him, Lu Yang handed him a stack of papers.

"Senior, here, I've written down my experiences filming on set. It's about 7,000 words long. I happen to have some free time now, so take a look and see if you can use it."

He Daqi took the thick stack of papers, opened his mouth as if to say something but then didn't, and began to slowly turn the pages one by one.

Lu Yang's handwriting, like his mouth, is large and protruding. He can only write about five hundred characters on a single sheet of paper, so he used more than a dozen sheets of paper to write seven thousand characters. This is the problem that He Daqi wanted to complain about earlier, but after thinking about it, he decided against it.

"It's really well written." He Daqi nodded and praised after reading only half of it.

Lu Yang breathed a sigh of relief and grinned, "As long as it works, it's fine. If you find it troublesome, senior, you don't need to refer to it. Just copy it by hand and hand it in. Anyway, the school doesn't check too strictly."

He Daqi chuckled and shook his head: "Don't worry, I'm not strict with others, but I'm definitely strict with myself. When the news of my graduation gets out, there will be no shortage of media outlets scrutinizing me with a magnifying glass. The school will definitely have this concern, so it's better to be on the safe side. I'll borrow some ideas and then write my own to submit. If someone asks me about something I wrote myself, I can answer more fluently in the future, which will greatly reduce the chances of it causing a scandal."

He Daqi found this special treatment troublesome, but Lu Yang was somewhat envious. This was the power of status; the higher one's status, the more trouble and power one would have.

The rain continued, and suddenly a gust of wind blew rain onto the paper. He Daqi felt a little cold, frowned, turned around and went into the palace, found a chair and sat down to continue reading.

The rain was light but long-lasting, lasting from nine in the morning until two in the afternoon.

Ning Hao had already organized people to finish setting up the indoor scenes and was preparing to film the indoor scenes when fate played a trick on him, and the rain stopped without warning.

The key point is that the wind in Beijing in April is exceptionally strong; basically, not long after the rain stops, the dark clouds in the sky are blown back to Siberia.

Ning Hao, both amused and exasperated, turned his gaze away from the horizon. He didn't change the shooting plan again, but instead had the actors prepare to continue filming the indoor scenes.

He Daqi didn't have any scenes in this indoor shoot. He checked the time and figured he'd be done filming soon, so he quietly said goodbye to Ning Hao, then patted his bottom, turned around, and left the set to get into his van.

On the bus, he started reading Lu Yang's notes on his experience filming on set.

After watching for about ten minutes, I found it a bit boring, so I looked up out the car window.

Before even returning to the city, there were patches of farmland on both sides of the road. It was the season when everything was reviving and full of vitality, and people were busy in every field.

He Daqi was already very close to the city center, and he believed that the scenery in front of him would become increasingly rare, perhaps even within two years.

The development of Beijing is too fast. Last year, the residential area that Zhou Huimin built on the East Third Ring Road was still considered to be on the outskirts of the city. This year, it's not even halfway through, and the area has already been developed.

The houses weren't even finished being built, yet the prices skyrocketed. This wave of profiteering is truly staggering.

Therefore, He Daqi now believes that the farmland near the city will not be able to be cultivated for many more years.

A smile played on his lips as he looked away from the car window, his gaze inadvertently sweeping over Chen Shuangxi, who sat somewhat alone in the row behind Qin Long and Qin Hu.

"Shuangxi, your older brother has gone to manage the company. Won't it be a bit awkward for you to come with me all by yourself?"

Chen Shuangxi turned her head and looked over, pursed her lips and smiled, and replied, "Don't worry, Mr. He, I'm not having any trouble adjusting. My brother and I were from different branches of the same family before... and we worked in different companies. We're used to it. It's only when I'm with you that we're together all the time."

"That's good. I was thinking that if you're not suitable, I could talk to Brother Rui and let you go to Feng Yu Tong Lu as well."

"No need, Mr. He. I don't know how to manage a company, and neither does my brother. He's probably learning from him now."

He Daqi nodded and said nothing more.

The nanny van slowly stopped at the entrance of the villa. The forsythia outside the courtyard wall was well taken care of by Zhou's mother. The pale yellow flowers bloomed in a large patch, and if you smelled carefully, you could smell a fragrance.

He Daqi got out of the car with a smile, the stack of papers in his hand was clenched into a cylinder, and he gently tapped his leg as he entered the villa.

When I opened the door, I saw my two precious kids pinning the kitten to the ground and rubbing its belly.

It's hard to believe that He Daqi actually saw grievance and accusation in a cat's eyes; it seems the two kids have been bothering it for quite a while.

When the two children saw He Daqi return, they immediately dropped the kitten and ran happily to He Daqi. Before they could even speak, He Daqi squatted down and picked them up, one in each arm.

"Didn't Great-Grandma come to pick you up today?" He Daqi kissed both children on the cheek and asked with a smile.

"We accepted it, but it rained today. We played at Uncle's house until three o'clock. When the rain stopped, Great-Grandma and Great-Grandpa brought us back," the adorable son replied with a grin.

He Daqi chuckled and gently bumped heads with his son, then turned to look at his beloved daughter.

The little girl was curious about the paper in He Daqi's hand and was fiddling with it with her little hands, showing no intention of answering.

"Lele, be good, Daddy still needs this, don't pull on it." He Daqi bounced his daughter up and down and said with a smile.

"Daddy, I want to fold paper airplanes." The little girl whimpered and nestled her head against He Daqi's neck.

"Okay, I'll go change my clothes first, and I'll come out in a bit to get you paper airplanes." He Daqi happily put the two children on the carpet.

As soon as the two little ones landed, they instinctively started looking around for the kitten. Unfortunately, their attention was focused on He Daqi, and they didn't see that the kitten nimbly darted through the crack in the door and into He Daqi and Zhou Huimin's bedroom the moment they let go.

He Daqi did see it, but he didn't tell the two children.

He slowly pushed open the bedroom door and looked inside. Zhou Huimin was lying on the bed playing on her phone, clearly browsing Yabo.com.

The kitten was rubbing its neck against her arm, meowing incessantly, as if it were complaining. Unfortunately, Vivian Chow couldn't understand it and thought it was just being affectionate, so she casually scratched its chin with her hand while keeping her eyes glued to her phone.

"Grandma brought the child home early today, didn't you know?"

He Daqi's sudden voice startled Zhou Huimin. She sat up abruptly and looked at He Daqi, which startled the kitten, who let out a blank meow.

"Why are you back so early today?" Zhou Huimin asked, then realized what He Daqi had just said, and continued, "You said Grandma brought the child back?"

"It rained today, so the crew took most of the day off. I didn't have any scenes to film this afternoon, so I came back early. I guess Grandma brought the kids back early because of the rain and the strong wind outside," He Daqi said cheerfully as he walked into the bedroom and sat on the bed.

As soon as he finished speaking, the two children peeked out from the doorway with mischievous expressions, and then discovered the kitten hiding on the bed.

"We found Mimi!" The little girl rushed in first.

Well, the kitten was so frightened that it quickly hid behind Vivian Chow.

"Mommy, can I bring the kitten over?" The little boy rushed in after his sister and asked. Zhou Huimin didn't say yes or no. She smiled and sat down next to He Daqi, hugged the two children, and pinched each of their little cheeks.

"If I had known you two little rascals were back, I wouldn't have been lying in the bedroom playing on my phone."

The little girl wasn't paying attention to Vivian Chow. She shook Vivian Chow's arm and pleaded, "Mommy, we want to play with the kittens."

"No, you two are too rough and will hurt the kitten."

"No, we were playing with the kitten before Daddy came back, and we didn't hurt it," the little girl said confidently, tilting her head up.

Okay, now Zhou Huimin knows why the kitten came over and rubbed against her and meowed earlier.

She rubbed her naughty daughter's face with both hands, and then, imitating He Daqi, tickled her own daughter's ticklish spot. This trick worked, and the little girl immediately giggled and darted out of the bedroom.

“They want to fold paper airplanes. Go play with them for a while. I’m going to write my thesis. I’ll come find you when I’m done,” He Daqi said softly, patting Zhou Huimin on the back.

"understood."

Actually, Zhou Huimin really wanted to see how He Daqi wrote his thesis, but she knew that if she didn't go to be with her children, they would definitely come and make a fuss over He Daqi, so she smiled and agreed.

After Zhou Huimin led her son out of the bedroom with the cat, He Daqi changed into his home clothes, went to the bathroom to wash up, and then came out and sat down at his writing desk.

How do you write a thesis again?

Oh, right, let's come up with a title first.

Advances in Special Effects Technology and Its Application in Film

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It rained yesterday, and today it's actually a bit cold because of the wind.

He Daqi got out of the car, munching on a jianbing guozi and carrying another one in his hand.

They arrived at 7:30, neither too early nor too late, around the same time as Ning Hao and Lu Yang.

He had things in both hands, so instead of waving, he called out, "Senior brother, come here for a second, I need to talk to you about something."

Ning Hao walked over happily and snatched the jianbing guozi (Chinese crepe) from He Daqi's hand without asking any questions.

He Daqi was taken aback and asked in confusion, "You didn't have breakfast either?"

"I've already eaten, but seeing how much you're enjoying your meal, I'd like to have a little something extra," Ning Haotian replied shamelessly.

Seeing Ning Hao enjoying his meal so much, He Daqi spat out a mouthful of saliva, feeling a bit sorry for his own jianbing guozi with sausage, chicken strips, and two eggs.

He now had one hand free, so he took a voice recorder out of his pocket and handed it to Ning Hao.

Ning Hao took it and casually put it in his pocket, asking nonchalantly, "What? You finished dictating your thesis? Are you planning to ask me to help you organize it? Let me make it clear, one jianbing guozi isn't enough."

“How can a thesis be written so quickly? This is a new script, the one that Zhou Xun talked to us about when we went to Hong Kong.”

His words surprised Ning Hao, and he suddenly lost his appetite for the jianbing guozi (Chinese crepe). He eagerly asked, "You got the project over here so quickly? Didn't they say they hadn't even started writing the script yet? You couldn't have finished the script first, could you?"

"What? It's not allowed? They can use the ideas from Strange Tales from a Chinese Studio, but we can't? I wrote this script because I wanted to make a special effects film. I felt that the special effects of 'when my flower blooms, all the other flowers wither' weren't enough. I wanted to try making another fantasy film."

"We haven't even finalized the special effects for 'After My Flowers Bloom, All Others Wither,' and you're already making another one? Do you... want to package both and find a special effects team for both at the same time?"

Upon hearing this, He Daqi shook his head slightly and said perfunctorily, "You're thinking too much. We don't have the energy to film two movies at the same time right now. Anyway, you should have Sister Xing finish writing the script first, and we'll finish filming 'After the Flowers Bloom, the Hundred Flowers Kill' first."

Before Ning Hao could respond, he added, "Remember to make an extra copy of the script after you've finished editing it. I need to show it to Sister Zhou."

What type of script is this?

"Didn't I just say it's fantasy?"

"Okay, got it." Ning Hao nodded, then turned around, munching on his jianbing (Chinese crepe), and left.

He Daqi stuffed the remaining jianbing guozi into his mouth in a few bites, then threw the plastic bag into the trash can. Instead of rushing into the dressing room, he lowered his head and pondered something.

He's preparing for both possibilities.

If the negotiations with the special effects team at Bald Eagle don't go well, then the special effects for "After My Flowers Bloom, All Others Wither" will have to be done domestically.

A living person can't be held back from urinating; even without Butcher Zhang, he still wants to eat pork.

Thinking of this, He Daqi took out his phone and dialed Ma Yingjun's number.

"Brother Xiao Ma, are you busy?"

"If you have something to say, tell me something."

"When is the latest I can give you that paper? Is June okay?" He Daqi asked with a chuckle.

"Graduation is in June, do you think that's okay? It's best not to go past mid-May, otherwise it'll be a bit troublesome," Ma Yingjun said casually.

"Okay, I got it. I'll come over for you in a couple of days. Um, Brother Ma, I need to trouble you with something else."

"explain."

"I'm hiring another batch of people this year. Could you help me put up a notice so that this year's graduates who want to work behind the scenes don't have to rush to find jobs? I might just hire them all."

After hearing He Daqi's words, Ma Yingjun didn't respond for a while. He Daqi only heard a cough from the phone and knew that Ma Yingjun had lit a cigarette.

"Daqi, I remember you weren't short-staffed, right? Why are you hiring again?"

"Our company is setting up a new department. I'll talk to you about it in person later. How about this Friday? I'll bring it up when I go to submit my thesis."

"Row."

(End of this chapter)