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Chapter 365 He Daqi's Magical Journey
Lu Yang listened attentively to Ning Hao's explanation, nodding occasionally.

Ning Hao didn't hold back at all, breaking down and explaining to Lu Yang how to do post-production, especially his own insights, which he had figured out on his own over the years—things that aren't taught in schools.

If you look closely, Lu Yang is Ning Hao's junior brother from the same sect. Especially now that He Daqi clearly wants to cultivate Lu Yang, Ning Hao is teaching him with great care.

A hand gently patted Ning Hao's shoulder.

Ning Hao turned his head to look, and Lu Yang next to him also turned his head at the same time.

He Daqi stood to the side with a bright smile, wearing a printed short-sleeved shirt, beach shorts, and flip-flops, looking as if he had just returned from the beach.

And that was indeed the case. This guy took his wife and kids to stay in a guesthouse by the sea for several days. Even though he knew it was a morning flight, he took his two kids to dig for mantis shrimp for a while early in the morning. It was almost late when he finally arrived at the airport at a leisurely pace. As soon as he got off the plane, he took a car by himself to Yonghui Qiming Building.

"You're finally back! What's wrong? Were the girls in South Korea so charming that you stayed there for a whole month without caring about anything else?"

Ning Hao's tone wasn't very good. He Daqi's indifferent attitude made Ning Hao feel like he was the emperor who wasn't worried but the eunuch was.

"There's still plenty of time. Didn't they say it wouldn't be released until late December? That's more than five months away, so there's no rush."

He Daqi dragged over a chair and sat down to Ning Hao's left.

He Daqi sat down, but Lu Yang stood up: "Senior brother, what would you like to drink? I'll go get it for you."

"No need, I'm not thirsty." He Daqi smiled at Lu Yang, patted his arm to make him sit down, and then said, "Let's discuss the special effects production. You two tell me what special effects you've thought of recently, and we'll discuss it. That way, when I go to Bald Eagle to communicate with the special effects team in a couple of days, I can at least make my requirements clear."

"Are you going to Bald Eagle in a couple of days?" Ning Hao frowned slightly. He hadn't expected He Daqi to leave again so soon after returning.

“You’ve been urging me every day, what can I do? The prices over there are so high now, I have to go and talk to those teams in person to see if I can lower the price. Otherwise, at the current price, I’ll be a huge rip-off,” He Daqi shrugged.

Upon hearing this, Ning Hao rubbed his temples, closed his eyes and pondered for a moment, then looked at Lu Yang beside him: "How are your drawing skills?"

"...It's alright." Lu Yang hesitated for a moment before replying.

"That's good. It's a bit crowded here. Let's go to the small conference room. We can discuss it while you draw. Otherwise, I'm afraid Daqi won't understand the image we're talking about."

What do you mean by "can't understand"? He Daqi curled his lip.

The three of them got up and went to the small conference room.

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After a twelve-hour flight, He Daqi felt his body was stiff.

While waiting for the Dragon and Tiger Brothers to collect their luggage at the airport entrance, he did some stretching in the sunset, trying to clear his mind, which was a little groggy from sleeping too long.

Unfortunately, the effect was so-so; I still felt a bit drowsy.

However, after the Longhu brothers finished collecting their luggage and the three of them left the airport and took a taxi to the city, He Daqi's spirits immediately returned.

A blonde pregnant woman was defecating on the main road. She looked quite abnormal. If she wasn't mentally ill, she was probably high on drugs. The people around her didn't seem to notice anything unusual. One black guy even seemed to be pulling out his weapon to join in the peeing.

The people of Bald Eagle are really carefree and relaxed. Their unrestrained manner left He Daqi and the Longhu brothers somewhat dumbfounded.

No doubt about it, this first impression is absolutely amazing!

He Daqi's eye twitched, and he hurriedly led the Dragon and Tiger Brothers to start looking for a hotel.

He felt it best to settle down quickly, adjust his clock, and then meet with the special effects teams he had already contacted to get things done and return home as soon as possible.

The next afternoon.

He Daqi walked out of the building with a displeased expression.

He had just finished meeting with the second visual effects team he had arranged to work with.

They have only one attitude: there's no way they'll lower the price. It's take it or leave it; there are plenty of people waiting in line to cooperate.

That upturned nose really made He Daqi feel a bit of a tickle.

"Daqi, the next place seems to be nearby too. Shall we go check it out on the way?" Qin Long asked He Daqi from behind after looking at the map for a while.

He Daqi took a deep breath and shook his head: "Let's skip it today and find somewhere to eat something first."

After visiting these two companies today, he didn't want to continue.

Now we're starting to consider the second option, but it'll be more tiring. Before, I was lazy and thought I could solve it by spending money, but now that others are treating me like a scapegoat, there's no need to spend the money.

He hailed a taxi and asked as soon as he got in, "Hey buddy, where are some good restaurants around here?"

The driver was a Black man who spoke like he was rapping. He rattled off four or five restaurants, and probably because he saw that He Daqi and his two companions were Asian, he immediately stopped and recommended several more Chinese restaurants.

The service was very enthusiastic, but the payment was also very enthusiastic. After getting out of the car, Qin Long handed over a hundred-dollar bill and was waiting for change when the black guy didn't even let Qin Long close the back door and sped away.

"Holy shit!" Qin Hu muttered.

This second impression is amazing!

The third impression came quickly, and He Daqi was about to make a cheerful joke when he heard firecrackers going off in the street.

Just as I was wondering why the firecrackers were going off in a choppy way, pedestrians on the street screamed and covered their heads behind buildings and cars as if they had encountered a biohazard, their postures looking very practiced.

Holy crap! Someone's firing shots in the street!
Before He Daqi could react, Qin Long and Qin Hu each grabbed one of his arms and pulled him into the restaurant in a few steps.

"What the hell is going on?"

After entering the restaurant, He Daqi was pulled into a corner by the Dragon and Tiger Brothers, and he sighed with a wry smile.

Now he has to start to wonder: Is Bald Eagle a place that clashes with him?
"Qizai?!" someone called softly from not far away, their tone somewhat uncertain.

He Daqi turned his head and saw that his good brother Cheng Long was also hiding under the table. There were many people on his side, and if he wasn't mistaken, the four or five people next to him were all members of the Jackie Chan Stunt Team.

What kind of twist of fate is this? He Daqi was speechless.

Five minutes later, amidst the sound of sirens, the two groups sat down at a table.

Looking at the busy police cars on the street outside, He Daqi complained to Cheng Long about his experiences over the past two days with a gloomy face.

Cheng Long was almost laughing so hard he was doubled over. He gave He Daqi a thumbs up as he laughed: "I've spent quite a bit of time in Bald Eagle over the years, but I never expected that something that usually only happens a few times every six months would happen to you in just two days."

He Daqi gave a wry smile and downed a glass of ice-cold beer to calm his nerves. "Brother, didn't you say the film crew here would start shooting at the end of September? Are you here early to prepare? It's really fate that we two meet in the same restaurant in a foreign country."

“I’m not here to prepare. I’m just here to check on the production progress. I’m going back to Hong Kong the day after tomorrow. This restaurant is quite famous around here. Many Hollywood stars like to come and try Chinese food. That’s why the driver brought you here. It’s normal for you to run into celebrities here. I’ve run into quite a few Hollywood stars when I eat here before.”

After Cheng Long finished explaining, he called over a waiter and skillfully started taking orders, showing that he had indeed been there many times.

The restaurant served the food very quickly, and He Daqi thought the taste was pretty good, but the flavor was a bit on the sweet and sour side, probably to cater to Western tastes.

Unfortunately, He Daqi was in such a hurry when he came in that he didn't even get a good look at the restaurant's sign.

After dinner, Cheng Long paid the bill. He had a car here, so he didn't let He Daqi go back to the hotel. Instead, he took He Daqi directly to the villa he bought in Beverly Hills.

Cheng Long wasn't exaggerating when he called earlier; he really does have a cellar full of wine in his villa. This time, he'll fulfill his promise from the phone call and take He Daqi out for some imported liquor.

Originally, they wanted to let He Daqi try something new, but with the Dragon and Tiger Brothers around, He Daqi was too embarrassed to agree, so he could only numb himself with alcohol.

They drank until late into the night, and when He Daqi woke up again, it was already the afternoon of the next day.

He was incredibly thirsty and came out of his room to find something to drink in the refrigerator. Unexpectedly, Cheng Long was watching TV on the sofa. When he saw He Daqi come out, he laughed a few times and said, "Qizi, I've booked your plane ticket. We'll go back to Hong Kong tomorrow at noon. Your bodyguard went back to the hotel to get your luggage, so don't worry about leaving anything behind."

Ok?
He Daqi was completely bewildered. What was going on? How did they end up going back to Hong Kong together?
Seeing the puzzled look on He Daqi's face, Cheng Long explained, "Have you forgotten what you said at dawn? You said you'd had enough of staying here for two days and wanted to come back to Hong Kong with me for another drink before heading back to Beijing."

"Did I say that?" He Daqi racked his brains for a long time but couldn't remember. He wondered if Jackie Chan was acting out his own story.

"If you don't believe me, ask your bodyguard." Cheng Long smiled and shrugged.

He Daqi, who refused to believe in superstitions, actually went to ask Qin Long. After receiving a confirmed reply from Qin Long, he clicked his tongue in exasperation.

And so He Daqi's complicated journey to Bald Eagle came to an abrupt end.

They've been here for less than four days and haven't accomplished a single important task.

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I landed in Hong Kong late at night on July 9th.

It's almost midnight, so I definitely can't drink with Jackie Chan anymore.

The two agreed to meet again the next afternoon, and then went home to sleep.

The next afternoon, He Daqi arrived at the restaurant in high spirits.

I'll have another good drink with Cheng Long today, and he'll hurry back to Beijing tomorrow.

This trip has been so surreal. He wants to go back as soon as possible to talk to Vivian Chow. Plus, he has important business to attend to when he gets back. So today, Ho Tai-kai is aiming to get Jackie Chan drunk.

The plan was well-thought-out, but Cheng Long's alcohol tolerance was truly quite high.

These two were still full of energy even though they had been drinking late into the night, and now they were actually discussing where to get a foot massage and sing karaoke.

"Qi...Qi-zai, you...listen to me, I know a great place to sing, it'll be absolutely awesome!" Cheng Long started to slur his words.

"Lead the way!" He Daqi pointed to the sky, as if he wanted Cheng Long to lead him to heaven.

The two men, arm in arm and swaying, got into Cheng Long's luxury car. After a while in the car, they sobered up a bit. He Daqi asked blankly, "Brother, where are we going to sing karaoke?"

"Great place!" Cheng Long smiled mysteriously.

He Daqi was excited. Could it be that his good brother was going to take him to see Hong Kong's nightlife?
His brain, numbed by alcohol, was working slowly. At this moment, He Daqi was lost in his fantasies and even chuckled twice.

Cheng Long didn't know what He Daqi was laughing at, but that's how men behave when they're drunk, so he chuckled along, the two of them looking like they'd just been discharged from a mental hospital.

After the car stopped, the two got out and were momentarily disoriented by the wind, almost forgetting what they had come here for.

He wasn't completely drunk, so Cheng Long shook his head and remembered that he had come to sing. Then he grabbed He Daqi's arm and headed towards the stadium.

"Brother, this karaoke room is huge!"

"Yes, it's not only big, but the equipment is also top-notch, and they can even find someone to play music for it."

Just then, inside the Hong Kong Coliseum, Jonathan Lee had just finished singing a song and was about to ask his fans what they wanted to hear next when Jackie Chan came up on stage with a microphone.

"A true hero! Let the band play!"

Lee Tsung-sheng was numb; from the noise, he knew that Cheng Lung must have drunk a lot.

Before Li Zongsheng could speak, Cheng Long, reeking of alcohol, came over and hugged him, saying, "I came here especially to support your concert." His words were incoherent, but he tried to sound sincere.

You didn't actually have to come!

Li Zongsheng was on the verge of tears. He was almost fifty years old, but at this moment he was as flustered as a baby who had wet the bed.

By this time, the audience had also noticed that something was wrong.

"Leave the stage!"

"You're leaving!"

"you are annoying!"

The female audience members were shrill and shouted even more clearly. Even Cheng Long, who was a little dazed on stage, could roughly hear the screams.

Jackie Chan got carried away and, ignoring Jonathan Lee's advice, started passionately engaging with the audience online, his words as sweet as honey.

The two sides exchanged insults back and forth, and for a time it was impossible to determine a winner.

Now Li Zongsheng was at his wit's end and just wanted to get rid of Cheng Long as soon as possible, so he gestured to the musicians to cooperate: "Okay, okay, true hero!"

Then Li Zongsheng, with a gloomy face, came over and grabbed Cheng Long, trying to make him stop arguing. At the same time, he was thinking to himself: I must turn off my phone tomorrow, not buy any newspapers, and not go out for at least three days, otherwise the reporters will definitely surround me.

"No rush, no rush, I've even brought a friend for you." As soon as the accompaniment started, Jackie Chan, forgetting all about arguing with the audience, smiled and grabbed Jonathan Lee's arm, then waved to the backstage: "Qi Zai, hurry up, it's time to sing!"

"Here they come!" He Daqi walked out from backstage with a microphone in hand.

(End of this chapter)