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Chapter 358 Vixen

Young girls these days are much more outgoing than they were two years ago.

As He Daqi strolled slowly down the corridor, he sighed to himself.

He encountered three groups of girls who wanted his contact information as he walked from the school gate.

He Daqi wasn't sure if they recognized him. Although he was wearing sunglasses and a mask, his figure was too conspicuous, and he figured that someone with a keen eye could still recognize him at a glance.

He was just stealing glances at the girl's long, white legs, muttering a few perfunctory words under his breath, and then happily continued walking inside.

The girls at Beijing Film Academy are really resistant to the cold! It's not even May yet, and they're all already wearing hot pants.

Energetic and youthful, the atmosphere made He Daqi feel more lively and he walked more leisurely.

The office door was open, and He Daqi could smell the smoke inside just by standing at the door. He hesitated whether to go in or not when Ma Yingjun, who was sitting inside, looked up and noticed him.

"Come in, what are you doing blocking the doorway?"

"Brother Ma, you should smoke less. You've made this place smell like hell." He Daqi took off his sunglasses and mask, grinned, and walked into the office.

"You don't understand, I'm not smoking cigarettes..."

"Is it worry? Did your brother-in-law kick you around in circles again?"

Ma Yingjun rolled his eyes speechlessly: "Daqi, you're becoming less and less able to speak like a human being. Here, let me see if Ning Hao or Lu Yang wrote it for you."

He Daqi opened his bag, took out his meticulously revised thesis and handed it over. He then sat leisurely in his chair, waiting for Ma Yingjun to praise him.

The paper is very well written, as confirmed by Ning Hao and Lu Yang. He Daqi even consulted many of his fellow students at the Beijing Film Academy. It was through everyone's collective efforts that this paper was finally completed.

He anticipated that many people would secretly criticize his paper in the future, so he revised it again and again, scrutinizing every word.

"It's alright," Ma Yingjun commented after reading it for a while, offering a lukewarm assessment.

Originally intending to find fault with He Daqi's eccentricity, Ma Yingjun looked up at the smug He Daqi and asked casually, "Tell me, was it written by Ning Hao or Lu Yang? I guess it was Ning Hao. Lu Yang hasn't graduated yet, so he probably doesn't have the skill."

He Daqi twitched the corner of his mouth. He had experienced Ma Yingjun's tricks on He Bing several times before. No wonder the two were good buddies; even their bluffing tactics were similar.

If we're talking about someone ghostwriting, there are many examples. Basically, my fellow students from the Beijing Film Academy who work in Asia-Pacific all offered suggestions and helped find flaws. But if we really think about it, it doesn't seem like we can call it ghostwriting.

“I really wrote this myself. Take a close look at the title.” He Daqi pointed to the title on the cover, “Advances in Special Effects Technology and Its Application in Films,” and then said, “How many people in China can write a title like this now? Ning Hao and Lu Yang haven’t made any special effects blockbusters, so don’t just make things up about them.”

"You talk like you've actually filmed it," Ma Yingjun muttered noncommittally.

“I actually did film it! Oh! By the way, The Host won’t be released in South Korea until summer. You haven’t seen it yet, Brother Ma.” He Daqi replied with a grin.

"Alright, let's not talk about this anymore. You did a good job." Ma Yingjun put the paper aside, his expression turning serious. He looked up at He Daqi and asked:

"Next, let's talk about your recruitment this year. In recent years, you've basically recruited all the graduates from Beijing Film Academy who are working behind the scenes. You managed to recruit a few last year, but now you're back again. Do you even have enough people? You need to explain this carefully. Don't think that the previous ones are disobedient and are planning to fire a batch and then recruit new people to do the hard labor."

Besides being in charge of some work at the Qingying Film Studio, Director Ma Yingjun was mainly responsible for student recruitment and job placement at the Beijing Film Academy. It was thanks to his help that Yonghui Qiming was able to recruit talent so smoothly in the past few years.

However, He Daqi's recruitment is a bit too much right now, and Ma Yingjun is worried that He Daqi's company might go bankrupt, so he wants to hear He Daqi's explanation before deciding whether to grant him the favor.

"I want to set up a special effects department, separate from the post-production department, that will only work on new technology film special effects. There are currently no professional schools in China that provide training in this area, so I want to recruit graduates directly from the Beijing Film Academy and then sign a cooperation agreement with the company to provide training. Putting aside other things, based on my observations over the past few years, the future prospects of special effects production are still very promising. I mentioned this in my thesis. I am about to graduate from the Beijing Film Academy, and as a filmmaker, I also want to make a contribution to the development of the domestic film industry."

The reason He Daqi established the special effects department was not as noble as he claimed. It was simply because he was being held hostage by foreign special effects teams and couldn't swallow his pride. He felt that since it would cost money anyway, why not just throw money at it and create his own special effects team?

Clearly, Ma Yingjun didn't really believe He Daqi's slogan either. After listening to He Daqi's rambling, he nodded seriously and said with a disdainful tone, "You remember saying the same thing to the reporters? The slogan could be a little louder, so that you can't use sentiment as an excuse when you can't achieve results."

"Believe it or not, although special effects work isn't very profitable in China right now, I don't need the money to support a special effects team. In fact, if we really achieve something, we might even become an industry benchmark."

Hearing He Daqi's explanation, Ma Yingjun's heart stirred. He didn't rush to speak, but reached out and picked up He Daqi's paper to read it again.

This time, he wasn't trying to find fault with the writing style, but rather seriously trying to understand the specific meaning of the paper.

After a long pause, he put down the paper again and asked, "How do you plan to train a special effects team? Bring people from abroad to teach? This method has been used before, but the results were not good. Those who are willing to come and teach are all small fry. The truly skilled ones are the big shots in foreign special effects teams. They have a good understanding with each other and are unlikely to be willing to come and teach their best skills."

"Just wait and see, I have a brilliant plan." He Daqi shrugged.

……

……

The wind isn't strong today.

So Ning Hao used his little trick again.

The entire filming location was surrounded by black cloth, and night scenes were filmed in broad daylight.

He Daqi lay back on the recliner with his legs crossed, behind the monitor, watching the footage from the camera lens on the monitor with Ning Hao and Lu Yang.

They're filming Deng Chao's scene now. He's carrying a knife and walking down the street, looking ghostly and arrogant.

Suddenly, he stopped and looked behind him.

The camera position was switched to another shot.

Zhao Wenzhuo's figure on horseback slowly emerged from the darkness.

“Father-in-law.” Deng Chao smiled, a hint of doubt in his voice.

"Your martial arts are excellent. Kill someone for me," Zhao Wenzhuo said expressionlessly.

"Two hundred taels."

Zhao Wenzhuo directly pulled out a cloth bag filled with silver and threw it over: "This one hundred taels is the deposit."

Deng Chao caught it, bounced it around, and his smile widened: "Who does Grandfather want to kill?"

"Jin Yichuan, a junior officer of the Northern Garrison."

"Who?!?" Deng Chao exclaimed in surprise, then asked, "Doesn't Grandfather know he's my junior brother?" "Someone like you wouldn't care about such things?"

Deng Chao's expression turned serious: "Father-in-law, you've misunderstood. This person is my beloved relative, brother, or sworn brother... You'll have to pay more!"

"Click!" Lu Yang shouted through the megaphone.

A few low laughs came from the crew. It was clear that this scene was filmed in 06, and many of the staff who hadn't been exposed to the internet couldn't hold back their laughter.

"These lines are really good. Daqi, where did you get the inspiration from?" Ning Hao turned his head and asked.

He Daqi had no idea where this inspiration came from; he copied it. If you really want to know, you'd have to ask Lu Yang in the future, since he directed this movie.

Seeing that everyone had turned to look at him because of Ning Hao's question, He Daqi said lazily, "A blessing from heaven."

Seeing He Daqi's unserious answer, Ning Hao scoffed and then directed the crew to prepare for another take.

The production schedule was neither too fast nor too slow, because the actors joined the crew at different times and in different locations, so the shooting order was rather chaotic.

For example, He Daqi, who is lying lazily, has already filmed more than half of his scenes, so he is particularly relaxed at this time. He only films for one or two hours a day, and sometimes he doesn't even get a scene scheduled for a whole day.

In the past, he would have taken a long leave to go home and rest, and then waited until he returned to the film crew to have the director pack up his scenes and film them together.

Things are different now. Ever since Deng Chao reminded him that day, He Daqi has changed a lot of his habits. Now, even if he doesn't have any scenes to film, he still goes to the set every day with a smile and is willing to chat with the staff, making it seem like he is really approachable.

But it's alright. As the weather gradually warms up, it's quite comfortable to come here every day and lie down on the recliner.

It's quite interesting to watch a group of people I know busy around.

Sometimes when he's really bored, or when he's tired of watching others film, or when he's tired of playing on his phone, he'll lie down, cover himself with a coat, and wander around the simulation training space.

Putting everything else aside, at least his knife skills in this movie are becoming more and more proficient, which is worth the extra training he put in, as he dominates the simulation training space.

Seeing the film crew busy again, He Daqi felt bored and started thinking about which world he should go and have some fun.

Unfortunately, he can't have his fun today.

Because a nanny van drove into the film set.

Vivian Chow got out of the car with her cat in her arms. When she saw the filming location surrounded by black cloth, she gestured to the staff, and two observant people immediately opened a gap for her.

She entered the filming location through the entrance with a reserved yet polite smile. Without even looking closely, she spotted He Daqi conspicuously lying on a deck chair behind the camera.

He Daqi also saw her.

Because the black cloth was pulled open, the light changed, so the filming was paused. Everyone in the crew looked towards the change in light and saw their producer arrive.

Ning Hao originally wanted to shout and ask who was disturbing the crew's progress, but when he saw it was Zhou Huimin, he immediately focused on watching the playback.

The others were similar. The arrival of the producer, who was at the top of the crew and held the power of life and death, made the group of people, who were originally a bit impetuous, extremely cautious.

Whether speaking or walking, it is much slower than before.

Of course, He Daqi hadn't changed at all; he still had that lazy, cheeky look.

When he saw his wife arrive, he didn't even bother to get up and greet her. He just sat there with his legs crossed, swaying as he watched Zhou Huimin walk over.

"What are you here for?"

"You're asking me? As a producer, can't I come to the set to visit?"

"You really think you're something special?" He Daqi's foul mouth certainly didn't hold any pleasant words.

Zhou Huimin narrowed her eyes, sending out a dangerous signal. She first smiled and nodded at the crowd that greeted her, then grabbed He Daqi's cheek and pulled hard.

He Daqi couldn't very well argue with his wife in front of everyone, could he? So, reluctantly, he was pulled out of the filming location by Zhou Huimin's strength.

As soon as he came out, he reached out and slapped Zhou Huimin's hand away, asking in an annoyed tone, "What exactly did you come here for?"

"I've finished reading the new script, and I want to play a fox spirit."

"What a load of crap!"

"Then I need to revise the script!"

"Change my ass!"

He Daqi dismissed it with disdain.

Zhou Huimin wasn't annoyed. She chuckled and used the kitten's paw to pat He Daqi's face, but missed because He Daqi rolled his eyes and pressed Zhou Huimin's head to the side.

"I've found out the specifics from Hong Kong. They originally wanted to use Zhou Xun for one of the two female leads, and..."

He Daqi interrupted, saying, "No need to say anything, I know who it is."

Hearing this, Vivian Chow continued with a smile, "I had someone spread the word that our company wanted to make a film called Painted Skin and that you would be the male lead. As a result, they contacted me directly from Hong Kong. They were really thinking big, offering 80% of the investment and even arranging actors and a director."

"You agreed?"

"I told them to get lost."

"You came all this way just to bother me with this trivial matter?" He Daqi reached out and scratched the chin of the kitten in Zhou Huimin's arms, and asked.

"I want to play a fox spirit!" Vivian Chow brought up the old topic again, shaking Ho Tai-kai's arm with a playful laugh.

He Daqi didn't want to talk to her anymore and turned to walk back. He had already grabbed the black cloth with his hand when Zhou Huimin pulled him back.

"Okay, okay, stop joking." Zhou Huimin pulled He Daqi's arm and turned him to face him, humming and snuggling into his arms. She looked up and asked, "Do you have any more scenes to film today? If not, how about we go for a walk and go shopping? I'm getting a little bored at home."

He Daqi had also been feeling quite bored and was about to go into the simulation training space to have some fun, but now, looking down at Zhou Huimin's smiling face, he thought for a moment and nodded: "Okay."

(End of this chapter)