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Chapter 381 Florida Doesn't Support Idlers
Adolf Reinhard was awakened by the cold, assuming that he had forgotten to close the window or that there was another problem with the city's gas pipeline that had caused the heater to go out.

After opening my eyes and waking up for a moment, I turned my head to look at the bedroom window first, and then reluctantly wrapped myself in the quilt to go downstairs to check the heater. However, I didn't expect to accidentally step on a wine bottle by the bed and fall flat on my back.

"Shit! Damn it!"

At 45, he lived a rather slovenly life. His bedroom floor was littered with empty wine bottles and fast food wrappers, and the wine bottle near the bed was stuffed full of cigarette butts, clearly accumulated over time.

Adolf Reinhard lay on the ground, let out a burp, struggled to his feet, and, as if venting his anger, swung his foot, sending a pile of bottles rolling to the side.

As soon as I opened the bedroom door, a blast of cold air hit me. This was not a good sign. It was obviously not because the heater had gone out or the downstairs neighbor had forgotten to close the window. Could it be that I was drunk last night and forgot to turn on the heater and close the door?
Soon he knew the answer.

Florida doesn't support idlers...

Although he had lived here for more than a decade and had heard about the strange things that often happened here, Adolf Reinhard always felt that those things were far removed from him and would not usually happen to him.

Clearly, he won the lottery today.

I don't know who had so much free time, but they destroyed the doors and windows on the first floor of Adolf Reinhard's house, leaving shards of glass all over the floor, and even threw the door and window frames into the fireplace to use as firewood.

This wasn't the most damaging thing for Adolf Reinhard.

Newspapers were spread out on the floor next to the fireplace, indicating that someone had lain there. My golden retriever had its mouth taped shut and its limbs tied to a stool. Its soft golden fur had been shaved clean. To be honest, the hairless golden retriever looked quite ugly.

The golden retriever's eyes were filled with tears. When it saw Adolf Reinhard, it struggled a bit on the stool, clearly having suffered a lot of injustice.

It took Adolf Reinhard a while to calm himself down. He was a little lost and muttered "shit" under his breath. He didn't know whether to go and save his golden retriever first or call the police.

After a while, he walked to the fireplace with a wry smile, picked up a piece of unburnt wood with a sharp point from the ground, and prepared to help the golden retriever remove the duct tape from its body.

While he was busy, he glanced behind the golden retriever and said with a relieved tone, "Not bad, old buddy, you're lucky, at least you didn't lose your innocence."

As soon as the tape over its mouth was ripped off, the golden retriever let out a tearful whimper, its voice filled with sorrow and accusation.

"Will you still be enthusiastic when you meet strangers in the future? You'd wag your tail and run up to anyone, now you've learned your lesson." Even though he knew the dog couldn't understand human speech, Adolf Reinhard kept muttering to himself.

Once freed from its restraints, the golden retriever leaped off the stool and whimpered as it burrowed under the sofa. Adolf Reinhard called out twice, but the golden retriever ignored him, shivering and refusing to come out.

Adolf Reinhard looked around, sighed, went to the landline, and dialed the police.

An hour later, a chubby white police officer walked in and yelled at his colleagues who were collecting fingerprints and evidence at Adolf Reinhard: "Stop busy, the suspect has been caught on camera. Get ready and go find him."

After the white police officer finished speaking, several rookie officers immediately stood up, took evidence bags, and left Adolf Reinhard's house one by one.

“Mr. Adolf, take a look at this video.” The white police officer opened his laptop and showed Adolf Reinhard a clip taken by the wide-angle surveillance camera outside his neighbor’s house.

The footage is very clear. In the early morning, a black man smashed the window of Adolf Reinhard's house with a stone on the roadside. He was obviously testing whether anyone was home. Presumably because he was timid, he smashed a few more windows after smashing one. When he saw that Adolf Reinhard's house did not respond, he finally mustered up the courage to climb in through the window.

Next up is the CCTV footage from Adolf Reinhard's house. After the black guy climbed in, the golden retriever wagged its tail and went up to him, wanting to play with the intruder. Unfortunately, the intruder only wanted to find something to sell.

After searching for a long time, they only found a locked metal box. Unable to break it open, they angrily dismantled the doors and windows, threw them into the fireplace, and then, from who knows where, they got some clippers, dragged the Golden Retriever over, and started shaving its fur. After shaving it clean, they tied the Golden Retriever up with tape and used the shaved fur as kindling to set the door and window frames on fire.

I don't know if this black guy has been using too much drugs and ruined his brain, but instead of going upstairs to check, he leisurely went out and found a few new newspapers somewhere. He then took a few pages, spread them on the floor, lay down on them, used the metal box as a pillow, and started reading the remaining newspapers. Before long, he fell asleep.

At five o'clock in the morning, the black guy woke up, picked up a metal box and a newspaper, and went out. An hour later, Adolf Reinhard came down from the second floor wrapped in a blanket.

Adolf Reinhard didn't know whether to laugh or cry. He hadn't heard the commotion he'd caused last night because he was drunk. The intruder had searched for ages but found nothing of value, only some of his own scraps. If the intruder hadn't found that metal box last night, Adolf Reinhard would have completely forgotten about it.

"Is your house insured?" the white police officer asked.

Adolf Reinhard knew why he asked that question, because the black man looked like a homeless person. Putting aside whether he could find the person, even if he did, he probably wouldn't have the money to pay compensation.

“No,” Adolf Reinhard sighed.

"Then we'll help you get your lost items back as soon as possible." The white police officer probably didn't even believe himself, but he still had to go through the motions.

After the police left, Adolf Reinhard slumped onto the sofa, his eyes vacant.

Am I about to become like that black homeless man?

How long can it last? A year or two?
Where did that young director who came to Bald Eagle with dreams go? And who is this drunkard who's left now?
Adolf Reinhard didn't know the answer, but the metal box that the intruders found stirred up many memories for him, bringing him a rare moment of sobriety after years of alcoholism.

His gaze inadvertently fell upon the newspapers that the intruders had spread on the ground, and a large photograph on one of the newspapers caught his attention.

"He Daqi, the Asian actor who became a dark horse in Hollywood and is now a versatile actor."

The photo is a screenshot from the movie "Miracle in Cell No. 7". Ho Tai-kai is wearing a prison uniform and looking at the camera with a silly smile.

Adolf Reinhard jolted awake, got up, picked up the newspaper, and began to read it carefully.

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It's really strange, it always snows in Beijing around the time of the Lunar New Year.

The past two years it was on the day of the Spring Festival, the past two years it was before the Spring Festival.

He Daqi's aunt and uncle have returned from the south and are currently at He Bing's house chatting and making dumplings with the elderly.

He Daqiguang could just wait to eat; it was impossible for him to do anything. So, to avoid being lazy, he brought a group of children to the old villa's courtyard.

Let Duoduo lead the three little ones to play on the snow in the yard, while He Daqi happily found a stool and sat down next to them to watch them.

That's great, this is the life he wanted. Just as he was enjoying himself, Duoduo led the three little ones to He Daqi.

"Brother! Huanhuan and Lele said you led them to set off firecrackers last year?"

As a big kid, Duoduo very responsibly expressed the children's wishes.

After she finished asking, the three little ones beside her also looked at He Daqi expectantly, their thoughts obvious to everyone.

"Want to set off firecrackers?" He Daqi smiled and pinched Charlie's cheek. Seeing the three little ones nod at the same time, he said with a smile, "Huanhuan and Lele, go and get the stainless steel bowl for feeding the cat from inside the house. Duoduo and Charlie, you two build a few snow piles in the backyard. I'll go get the firecrackers."

A short while later, He Daqi returned to the backyard with firecrackers.

His beloved son and daughter had already run out early with stainless steel bowls, helping Duoduo and Little Charlie build snow piles.

He Daqi chuckled and beckoned the children to his side, telling them to stand there. Then he went over, turned the stainless steel bowl upside down on the ground, lit a firecracker with a pure gold lighter, and threw it in.

Boom! ! !
The stainless steel bowl was blown high into the air and tumbled for a while before finally landing with a clatter in the backyard.

This is fun!
A group of children clapped their hands with joy, jumping and begging He Daqi to do it again.

Soon the flat-bottomed stainless steel bowl was blown into the shape of a pot. The last time it was blown, it almost hit the glass. He Daqi chuckled twice and dared not play like that anymore. So he led a group of children to start blowing up snow piles.

Happy times are fleeting. They were having so much fun setting off firecrackers that they didn't realize how much time had passed, but over there, He Bing's family had already wrapped up dumplings and started cooking them.

He Daqi is used to being unreliable. When he was getting the firecrackers, he casually put his phone on the cabinet at home. Now that it's ringing, he didn't hear it because he was too busy setting off firecrackers and playing with the kids.

The family tried calling him using different phones, but no one answered. So Zhou Huimin took the cat and drove back to see what was going on.

As soon as I entered, I heard a loud bang from the backyard, followed by the laughter of children.

Vivian Chow chuckled softly and carried the cat to the backyard.

When they got to the backyard, the kitten started to get restless, struggling in her arms and trying to jump to the ground while meowing.

The cat was so fat that Zhou Huimin would have a hard time controlling it if it started to roll around, so she let go and let it jump down.

Then the kitten hurriedly ran to the stainless steel bowl that was half-buried in the snow, looked at Zhou Huimin with a pitiful expression and meowed twice, probably wanting Zhou Huimin to see its stainless steel bowl.

Unfortunately, its cry not only attracted Zhou Huimin's attention, but was also heard by He Daqi.

He Daqi turned his head and saw that Zhou Huimin had arrived. He immediately gave her a bright smile, then walked up to the kitten, bent down and rubbed its head: "Do you also want to see the firecrackers?"

After saying that, he picked up the stainless steel bowl, went back to the center of the backyard, turned it upside down, and threw in a firecracker.

Bang! The stainless steel bowl flew up again.

He Daqi laughed heartily with the children, while the kitten hurled some nasty insults, but unfortunately, no one could understand its cat-like language.

Zhou Huimin, both amused and exasperated, knelt down to comfort the kitten, then looked up and asked, "Where's your phone? Why didn't you answer so many calls?"

"You called me?" He Daqi patted his pockets and realized that he didn't have his phone with him.

"Alright, stop playing around and let's go to Uncle's house for dumplings."

Upon hearing this, He Daqi immediately turned around and waved, "Let's go, let's go eat dumplings."

"Oh! Oh! Oh! Time to eat dumplings!"

Duoduo led the three little ones happily running ahead, laughing and joking as they got into the nanny van.

A moment later, at He Bing's house.

He hadn't noticed when he came to pick up the child, but now He Daqi suddenly realized that Zhao Niansheng seemed to have lost weight.

"Uncle, have you lost weight?"

"What weight loss? Would he really be willing to lose weight? He's exhausted from running around all over the place in the latter half of last year," He Xiaoya said with a smile.

Speaking of this, He Daqi knew the reason. The cinema industry developed rapidly in the second half of last year, so Zhao Niansheng was basically running around to different cities every day.

Zhao Niansheng didn't refute his wife's teasing. He chuckled and got up to pat the heads of the three little ones. Then he asked He Daqi, "Daqi, when will your company's next movie be released? This time, 'When I Bloom, All Flowers Wither' has made the theaters a fortune. Not only our theater, but when I go back to Beijing at the end of the year to attend an industry conference, managers from other theaters are also discussing this."

Before He Daqi could respond, He Bing interrupted, "Daqi is really something now. He's gone all the way to Hollywood. Who knows if he'll even stay in China anymore."

"Uncle, don't spread rumors! I have such a big house in China, how could I possibly go to Hollywood to make a living?" After saying this to He Bing, he turned to Zhao Niansheng and replied, "We probably don't have any movies released this year, and even if we do, it will be at the end of the year. However, Huayi Brothers has a movie called 'Assembly,' which you should know about, Uncle. It will be released this year, and I am one of the main characters."

Zhao Niansheng shook his head slightly and said with a smile, "Feng Kuzi's movie... tsk, to be honest, those of us in the theater business still think the one you made with Ning Hao is more reliable."

Zhao Niansheng's mindset reveals the general thinking of the domestic entertainment industry and cinemas.

If it were someone else, the pressure would probably be immense. If they failed to achieve good box office results even once, they would be dragged out and talked about for a long time.

Unfortunately, He Daqi is too carefree and feels no pressure at all. The box office failure is not ideal? That just means his fans don't support him anymore. Why not just retire from the entertainment industry?
At this moment, He Xiaoya sat on the sofa and asked loudly, "Daqi! I just remembered that when you mentioned your big house, I heard from your aunt that your house was built like a palace?"

"Calling it a temporary palace is a bit of an exaggeration; it's not that big." He Daqi rubbed his nose.

“Isn’t that big enough? Xiaoya, since you’re back this time, Daqi can take you to see what it’s like. His house is big enough to be a five-star hotel.” Li Haiyang said to He Xiaoya with a smile as he came out of the kitchen.

(End of this chapter)