This actor has something

Chapter 366 New Department

Unlike Cheng Long's reaction after he went on stage, the girls who were shouting loudly just now gradually quieted down.

The already noisy concert venue became even more chaotic at this moment, with buzzing discussions everywhere.

"Is that He Daqi?"

"……Seems to be."

"It's He Daqi! It really is He Daqi!"

"Ah!!! Daqi!!! Daqi, I love you!!!"

The girls who were originally shouting the loudest are now shouting even louder; the discrimination shouldn't be too obvious.

Looking at Ho Ta-chi, who was happily arm in arm with Cheng Lung, Lee Tsung-sheng felt a chill run down his spine.

He can't afford to offend Jackie Chan, let alone Ho Tai-kai. Everyone in the Hong Kong and Taiwan entertainment circles knows him. Back when Ho Tai-kai wasn't famous yet at the Hong Kong Film Awards, he dared to confront Jackie Chan to his face, and Jackie Chan couldn't do anything about it.

Now these two are as close as brothers. Look at how they're working together, there's nothing about them not getting along.

Do you really think Jackie Chan has a good temper?

Lee Tsung-sheng didn't think so. He was sure there was something going on behind the scenes that he didn't know about, so he could only deal with these two things as quickly as possible. He didn't care how the media would report on them tomorrow.

"Why did the accompaniment stop again? Quick, continue." Cheng Long said to Li Zongsheng with a big smile, putting his arm around He Daqi.

"Big brother, what are we singing again?"

"A true hero!"

“No problem, I know how to do that! We’ve collaborated several times when we went to karaoke in Beijing!” He Daqi was already eager to get started, holding the microphone.

He even found it quite novel, and waved happily to the audience: "How are you all doing, audience?"

"Daqi, you're so handsome!"

Ah! I love you, Great Qi!

"Daqi, sing a few more songs!"

Seeing this, Li Zongsheng's eyes twitched a few times. He couldn't linger any longer; it was impossible to tell whose concert it was now.

The accompaniment started again, and Cheng Long and He Daqi each took one side of Li Zongsheng, squeezing him in the middle with their arms around his shoulders. They were quite in sync, swaying their bodies from side to side.

He Daqi: "In my heart, there once was a dream..."

Jackie Chan: "Under the brilliant starry sky, who is the true hero..."

Lee Tsung-sheng: "There is no more hatred, and no more pain..."

Chorus: "Seize every minute of life, give it your all to the dreams in our hearts, how can we see a rainbow without experiencing wind and rain..."

For Lee Tsung-sheng, the three-minute song felt like an eternity.

Finally, as the last line of the lyrics ended, he breathed a sigh of relief, because he saw his savior arrive.

Jackie Chan's son went on stage with an awkward smile, probably feeling quite embarrassed. After going on stage with his back to the audience, he covered Jackie Chan's microphone and whispered, "Dad, it's late, let's go home first."

When Cheng Long saw his son arrive, he sobered up a bit, but was still a little dazed. He happily pulled his son aside and introduced him to He Daqi, saying, "Qi Zai, you haven't met my son yet, have you? Hahaha, let me introduce you. This is Ming Zai."

"Of course I know Mingzai! Mingzai! I've seen your movies, you're such a good kid. Here, since it's our first time meeting, I don't have any gifts for you, so please take this."

As He Daqi spoke, he took off the big gold Rolex from his wrist, grabbed Mingzai's hand, and shoved it into his hand. This big gold Rolex was a gift from Cheng Long, so it could be considered a return to its rightful owner.

Mingzai was filled with mixed feelings at this moment, and his face looked like a crumpled napkin, which was quite an abstract expression.

He chuckled bitterly, clutching the large gold watch in his hand, and then kindly persuaded Cheng Long and He Daqi to step down from the stage first.

If anyone else dared to act tough with him, he would have turned on them long ago, but if it was He Daqi, then he would let it go.

Jackie Chan is very concerned about his son's future career, so he talked about He Daqi's background in great detail, and even told his son about Wang Rui in detail.

Therefore, Mingzai had a deep misunderstanding about He Daqi. He always felt that if he were to embarrass himself with He Daqi, he might be dragged into an oil drum and filled with cement one day while walking down the street. There was no need for that. He was born into a good family and had a bright future ahead of him. There was really no need for that.

Only after Mingzai's constant, gentle persuasion did He Daqi and Cheng Long finally help each other backstage.

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……

At noon on July 11th, He Daqi was awakened by the vibration of his cell phone under his pillow.

He opened his eyes irritably, reached under his pillow for his phone, and saw more than a dozen missed calls.

Before he could react, the phone vibrated twice more and then shut down due to low battery.

He Daqi was somewhat bewildered.

If I'm not mistaken, most of the missed calls on my phone just now were from Vivian Chow. Why are you in such a hurry? What happened?

He hurriedly got out of bed, grabbed his bag from the floor and put it on the bed, then found a fully charged battery and replaced the phone battery.

Buzz!
Just after I changed the battery, Zhou Huimin called again.

"What happened? Why have you called me so many times?"

"Where are you now?" Zhou Huimin asked calmly.

"I'm in Bald Eagle, here I am in talks with the special effects team. Sigh! The talks didn't go well, I'm planning to go back to China tomorrow." He Daqi can now talk nonsense with ease, responding calmly and as if it were the truth.

"He Daqi!" Zhou Huimin called him by his full name, enunciating each word clearly, then said with a cold laugh, "I suggest you go online and check out the entertainment news right now. After you're done, call me back and explain where you are!"

After saying that, Zhou Huimin hung up the phone, leaving He Daqi standing there in a daze, listening to the dial tone.

Want to browse entertainment news online?

He thought Zhou Huimin wanted him to see some hard-to-find news reports, so instead of using his phone to go online, he got out of bed and turned on his computer.

As soon as I opened the portal website I frequent, a high-resolution image immediately caught my eye.

He and Cheng Long were each on either side of a middle-aged man in his forties or fifties, singing passionately.

The photo is very expressive, capturing He Daqi's radiant smile in an exceptionally captivating way.

He Daqi's expression was incredibly interesting at that moment. The mouse he was dragging down seemed to be weighed down by a thousand pounds, and he couldn't move it down much even after moving it for a long time.

It took him a long time to finish reading the report, word by word, and he laughed at his own absurdity. Presumably timing it perfectly, Zhou Huimin called He Daqi first, before He Daqi could return the call.

"finish watching?"

"...I've finished reading it."

"What do you want to say?"

"Isn't it normal for me to be a guest at a friend's concert with Jackie Chan?"

Zhou Huimin remained silent for a long time after hearing He Daqi's nonsense. She could be faintly heard laughing a few times, probably because she was angry.

The two of them just held their phones without making a sound. If they couldn't vaguely hear each other's breathing and know that it wasn't a bad signal, they probably would have hung up and dialed again long ago.

After a long, silent standoff, Vivian Chow finally spoke up, asking, "How come I didn't know you and Jonathan Lee were friends? So close that you even wanted to be guests together when you were drunk?"

“You speak Northern dialect really well now,” He Daqi said, choosing to change the subject.

"Answer me!!!" Unfortunately, Vivian Chow wasn't so easily fooled.

"Hey! Dude! Do we need to report to you if we know each other?"

Hearing He Daqi continue his nonsense, Zhou Huimin was utterly speechless. She said angrily, "Don't force me to go to Hong Kong to arrest you. Tell me yourself, when are you coming back?"

"Tomorrow... no, this afternoon."

Upon hearing the definite answer, Zhou Huimin hung up the phone again without saying goodbye.

As He Daqi listened to the dial tone on his phone, he seemed to sense Zhou Huimin's anger, clicked his tongue, and smacked his lips.

He got up and walked to the full-length mirror. Looking at his messy hair, he couldn't help but sigh.

You look a bit haggard. Could it be from the effects of alcohol and women? Maybe I should quit smoking starting today…

He Daqi glanced back at the messy suitcases on the floor, then turned and left the bedroom. He went to the refrigerator, grabbed a bottle of chilled cola, gulped down most of it, and then leisurely returned to the bedroom to start unpacking his luggage.

My flight was at 2 PM, and by the time I got back to Beijing and exited the airport it was already 7 PM.

Now that the days are longer, it's not completely dark yet at seven o'clock. The nanny van is driving on the airport expressway. He Daqi is staring blankly at the dark, fiery clouds on the horizon.

By the time he returned to the villa, it was completely dark. As soon as he entered, he went straight to the two children who were playing with the toy train in the living room. He quickly picked them up and asked them happily, "Huanhuan and Lele, did you miss Daddy?"

"Daddy, Mommy won't let us talk to you," the little girl said in her childish voice.

“Yes.” My precious son nodded in agreement.

"That mother is so mean!" He Daqi said angrily.

Seeing He Daqi using the two children as a shield, Zhou Huimin glanced at him sideways, pulled He Daqi's suitcase back to the bedroom, and then came out to sit at the dining table and said in an annoyed tone, "Hurry up and bring the two of them over to eat. After we finish eating, we'll discuss your problem properly."

Forty minutes later, the couple sat on the bed in the bedroom, staring at each other.

"Is there anything you need to explain?"

"What's there to explain? Isn't it normal for a man to go out for a social event and have a few drinks?" He Daqi asked shamelessly.

“Normal? Normal enough to go to someone else’s concert and act drunk?” Vivian Chow rolled her eyes.

"I can't explain it to you. Is there something wrong or not? If not, I'm going to wash up and go to bed."

"He Daqi! You think I can't control you anymore?"

He Daqi had been waiting for this very sentence, and he immediately stood up and shouted, "You still want to control me? Today I'll show you who's in charge of this house!"

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Nortel.

In Ma Yingjun's office, He Daqi held the graduation certificate and examined it carefully, turning it over and over.

Did I really manage to graduate from university?
"Your thesis is now posted on the bulletin board. The school leaders are taking it very seriously. They even held a meeting a couple of days ago to discuss whether to add a course on special effects production."

He Daqi was slightly taken aback upon hearing this, and asked in surprise, "Isn't it a bit much? Shouldn't this be something that vocational high schools or junior colleges should teach?"

"The key is that there are no specialized courses for this in China right now. How do you think those junior colleges came about? Basically, they first set up a course, and then when the conditions were right, they separated it and turned it into a junior college."

"Oh, I see... I don't understand, I haven't looked into it. Brother Ma, are you alright? If not, I'll head back to the company. All the newly recruited students are going to be transferred to our newly established special effects department. They're waiting for me to make the arrangements." He Daqi said as he stood up, seemingly waiting for Ma Yingjun's response before leaving.

"Wait a minute." Ma Yingjun called out to He Daqi, who was about to leave, and asked while resting his chin on his hand, "Do you want to continue your postgraduate studies? You could also work as a teaching assistant at the school, teaching some courses on special effects production. I called Ning Hao, and he said you've studied this seriously."

"Forget it, I've only learned half of it, and you want me to teach others? Let's not waste other people's precious youth." He Daqi waved his hand and walked out of the office.

After He Daqi left, Ma Yingjun muttered to himself in the office, "You're afraid of wasting someone's prime years, yet you recruited your classmates to teach? Who are you trying to fool?"

He wasn't lying to He Daqi. Before He Daqi came to the Beijing Film Academy to get his graduation certificate, Ma Yingjun did talk to Ning Hao on the phone for a long time. Ning Hao basically told him all of He Daqi's plans for the future.

That's how Ma Yingjun learned that He Daqi was planning to recruit people to teach special effects production, and the teacher was He Daqi himself.

Ning Hao meant well; he was afraid that He Daqi might mislead students, so he specifically reminded Ma Yingjun to keep an eye on things.

However, it was clear that Ma Yingjun was brushed off by He Daqi.

He Daqi had already left the Beijing Film Academy. He didn't have the emotions a normal graduate should have. He didn't even bother to look back at the school. He went straight across the small bridge over the green belt onto Tucheng Road, where Qin Long parked the nanny van.

"Da Qi, shall we go back?"

"Sigh! Off to the company. I'm going to be busy starting today."

Qin Long smiled, not wanting to gossip, and asked He Daqi what he was busy with. He then turned his head and started the nanny van.

The Nortel building is not far from the Yonghui Qiming Building; it only takes a short while to get there.

He Daqi got out of the car and went up to the third floor, walking straight to the large conference room without stopping.

The conference room is now full of people, most of whom are employees of Asia-Pacific Film and Television's post-production department, as well as graduates who were just recruited from Beijing Film Academy a few days ago.

"I won't say much more. I believe Sister Liu has already explained it to everyone. Starting today, I will teach you how to create post-production special effects on the computer for two and a half months. We can learn by doing. After two and a half months, those who have mastered the skills will be transferred to the newly established special effects production department. Those who haven't mastered the skills can continue to learn from those who have. The new department is short-staffed, and the salary and benefits are much better than what we used to get for film and television post-production. I hope everyone will study hard from now on."

He Daqi believed that two and a half months would be enough. He was sure that many of these people would become successful. Don't underestimate these graduates from Beijing Film Academy. The admission scores for these behind-the-scenes production graduates are different from those for the acting department, whose academic scores were extremely high. Their scores in the college entrance examination were not low at all.

(End of this chapter)