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Chapter 391 Live Streaming Trial Operation

After working like this for half a month straight, filming during the day and at night, spending no less than fourteen hours a day on set, the entire crew, whether actors or staff, were in a state of near-human exhaustion.

So much so that when Zhang Yimou took a plane back to Beijing on time, he didn't arrive at the film set in the morning. These people, like a bunch of jerks, searched everywhere for him as soon as they arrived at the set. They were a little uneasy if they couldn't see Old Zhang.

It wasn't until Lu Yang called everyone to get ready to film at eight o'clock that everyone realized that the energetic monster had finally left and it was finally dawn.

He Daqi didn't go back to Beijing with Lao Zhang. He and Zhou Huimin slept in the rented courtyard until the afternoon. He was still a little groggy when he opened his eyes. If his stomach hadn't been rumbling, he would have been reluctant to get up.

It must have been tough. This must have been the most tiring movie he's ever made. I'd never work with someone like Zhang again. His energy level is off the charts, not really suitable for someone like He Daqi who's a lazy bum.

He got up and sat on the bed, not thinking about anything. He just sat there for a while before smacking his lips, stretching, and turning his head to look. Zhou Huimin was lying on her side facing him, awake and looking at him without saying a word.

Her almond-shaped eyes revealed a hint of laziness, and a strand of hair playfully fell on her nose, slightly obscuring her vision, but she didn't care. It was clear that she was, like He Daqi, debating whether or not to get up for dinner.

He Daqi leaned back against the headboard, a slight smile playing on his lips. He gently smoothed Zhou Huimin's hair, then ran his fingers through it, asking softly, "Are you hungry?"

Zhou Huimin shook her head, pushed He Daqi's hand away, got up and stretched, hummed for a long time, and then said to He Daqi in a coquettish tone, "Hungry, but I don't really want to move."

The afternoon sun shone on her profile, and her slightly messy long hair seemed to be edged with gold in the sunlight, as did her long eyelashes, making her look romantic and dreamy.

"Then wash your face and refresh yourself. You can't fall asleep if you lie down any longer, so why not go out for a walk?"

"it is good."

The two talked a good game, but when it came to actually doing it, they were slow and hesitant. It wasn't until more than half an hour later that they finally put on their masks and went out.

I'm not on set in the town right now, but walking down the street under the sun, I can still feel the intense heat of the film crew on the edge of the desert in the distance.

The air was filled with the aroma of roasted meat. There were many red willows around, so they often used red willow branches as skewers to skewer the meat. Zhou Huimin took a light sniff, and then her stomach started to rumble.

"Now that we're not filming here, I suddenly feel like this place is actually pretty good, and it's worth staying here for a few more days."

Hearing this, He Daqi didn't say yes or no, but simply asked softly, "What would you like to eat? How about some lamb skewers?"

What's good to eat around here?

"The lamb here is famous throughout the world. It is prepared in various ways and has a very low gamey smell. It is even less gamey than the sliced ​​lamb in the old copper hot pot we eat. It is also much more delicious."

Because of his grandfather in his previous life, He Daqi is quite the gourmand. He knows a little about the delicacies from all over the world, especially the famous ones, which he can readily describe in detail.

Zhou Huimin was starving at the moment, and after He Daqi said that, she immediately started drooling. She secretly swallowed her saliva, shook the hand that was grabbing He Daqi's arm, and asked eagerly, "Daqi, do you have any recommendations?"

"Um... if we're not in a hurry to leave... um... let's test how much you can handle first. Come on! Let's start with a bowl of mutton offal. If you can get used to this, then things will be much easier."

There aren't many other things around here, but there are an unusually large number of restaurants serving mutton.

On any street, you can find two restaurants specializing in mutton, each with different cooking methods and a variety of flavors.

Old Ma's Lamb Offal Soup has a very ordinary name. There are quite a few people with the surname Ma around here, so it's common to see the character "Ma" on the storefront. It's a black storefront with a gold sign, a two-story building, and the place looks quite spacious.

Even though it's not lunchtime in the afternoon, there are still quite a few people eating here. Almost half of the dozens of tables are occupied, so you can imagine how lively it is at noon or in the evening.

"Two large bowls of mutton offal soup, please."

"You eat everything? How about some biscuits?"

"Eat everything, but don't take the cake."

"Take your number and find a seat to wait."

He Daqi and Zhou Huimin casually found a corner spot, still wearing their masks, and curiously observed the shop's layout and the diners.

The two didn't have to wait long before the waiter brought over two large bowls of mutton offal. As soon as he got closer, the aroma of mutton wafted over them. The waiter took the number and, without saying a word, turned around to serve other customers.

The offal is categorized, cut into chunks or strips, and piled up in the bowl, slightly higher than the soup, forming a small mound. The bright red chili peppers in the soup are enough to whet your appetite at first glance, and it's topped with chopped green garlic and cilantro, blending perfectly with the flavor of the mutton soup. You can tell it's incredibly delicious even before you taste it.

Life should have a sense of ritual. He Daqi resisted the urge to indulge in a delicious meal and got up to get two bottles of chilled drinks from the freezer.

When he turned around, he found that Zhou Huimin hadn't waited for him at all; she was blowing air into the food and eating with great relish.

Judging from its appearance, if it weren't so hot, she could have shoveled it all off in one go.

"Is it really necessary?" He Daqi joked with Zhou Huimin.

"You have to try it, it's so delicious, I can't stop eating it," Zhou Huimin replied, then continued to devour the food.

He Daqi placed the two bottles of drinks on the table, sat down, slowly stirred the mutton offal, then scooped up a spoonful of soup, blew on it, and drank it.

His eyes lit up immediately!
How was this made? How come there's no fishy or gamey smell at all?

Strange! It's even more delicious than the lamb that was air-freighted from Hong Kong when he lived there in his previous life.

He Daqi couldn't help but sniff hard, trying to smell if any technology had been added, but he couldn't detect any other seasonings besides the usual spices.

"Daqi, the noodles in this mutton offal soup are really delicious. Tell him to add more when you order a bowl later." Zhou Huimin said, scooping up a piece of yellow, flat dough and gesturing with it.

"That's lung noodles, not sliced ​​noodles."

"Whatever it is, it tastes good anyway."

He Daqi chuckled upon hearing this, offered no further explanation, and began to eat heartily.

They ate for quite a while, sharing five large bowls of lamb offal, which surprised the owner, who specially gave them a side of cold onion salad to help them digest.

After finishing their meal, the couple rubbed their bellies and walked out of the store, so full they could barely walk. They looked at each other and laughed at the same time.

Now they weren't in a hurry to go back. For the next few days, the two of them ate mutton, hand-pulled noodles, barbecue, mutton soup, and stir-fries every day until they got a little tired of it. Only then did they leisurely take a plane back to Beijing.

Just as Lu Yang and the supporting actors finished filming, they encountered He Daqi and Zhou Huimin at the airport, and he was surprised for a while.

…… ……

A constant rumble of thunder and lightning.

At first it was sparse, but within a minute, it became a continuous expanse outside the window.

The rain was torrential, both heavy and fast.

The two little monkeys ran wildly all over the house, rushed from the living room into the couple's bedroom for a quick look, then ran out and wandered around the living room for a while. Then, judging from the noise, it seemed like they ran upstairs to the second floor.

He Daqi and Zhou Huimin ignored them. He Daqi was busy with important matters at the moment, while Zhou Huimin stood behind He Daqi holding a big fat cat, watching He Daqi video chat with Wang Rui.

The two communicated via Penguin Video, and on He Daqi's computer screen, in addition to the video feed, there was another software display: Fengfeng Voice.

At this moment, a live streaming option appeared in Fengfeng Voice's options box. Wang Rui said "It's okay" on the other end of the video, and He Daqi clicked on the live streaming option. There was only one test live streaming room in it.

Clicking in, the live stream only showed Lin Jie sitting in front of the computer with a blank expression.

He Daqi carefully examined the interface, nodded, and said, "That's about it. I'll try the bullet screen function first."

He typed a few words on the keyboard, clicked send, and the words appeared on the screens of the only two viewers in the live stream.

"Brother Jie, can you even see what I'm typing?"

"Yes, it's 'Jiehuafa' (接化发), right?" Lin Jie looked at the screen and read it aloud.

“Not bad.” He Daqi nodded.

Then he said to Wang Rui, "Brother Rui, turn on the gift-giving option so I can try it out."

"Hold on."

After a flurry of activity, adjusting the equipment back and forth for nearly three hours amidst the thunder and rain,...

This is just an initial experimental product; there's still a lot to be done. However, it's sufficient for now and should be able to catch the first wave of early adopters.

"There will also be leaderboards, gift-giving effects, and short video uploads. Also, on the official launch day, it definitely can't be called Fengfeng Voice anymore. We'll discuss what name to use then."

"Daqi, what kind of programs do you think are best to use for testing the live streaming function? Should we buy some TV dramas or programs?"

"No, that stuff is useless. I know live streaming better than anyone. Rui, just find those long-legged female college students, have them dance and sing in the live stream with their long white legs showing, or play games on live stream. No matter how well they play, there will always be people who like to fawn over them. Trust me, this gimmick will be more effective than any other program."

As soon as He Daqi finished speaking, Zhou Huimin kicked him out of the video call's view, glaring at him fiercely and silently mouthing, "Big white legs?"

Seeing He Daqi winking at someone on the screen, Wang Rui guessed that he had been punished by Zhou Huimin. So he said gently, "Okay, I know. Your two little ones must be getting impatient. I saw them coming over and making a fuss about you several times."

"Sigh... he's getting more and more mischievous." He Daqi said with a hint of disdain, but a smile was on his face.

After hanging up the call, He Daqi casually pressed the power button, then got up and ignored Zhou Huimin, who was trying to bother him, and rushed towards the bedroom door.

The two mischievous kids, who were peeking out of the bedroom door, finally realized that He Daqi was coming for them.

With a gasp and a laugh, she tried to turn and run, but He Daqi's strides were too big, and he caught up in just a few steps, bent down, and scooped the two little ones into his arms.

"What are you two doing causing trouble while Dad is busy with important matters?"

Faced with He Daqi's smiling question, the two little ones laughed and did not respond. He Daqi wanted to kiss their little faces, but they pushed He Daqi's head with their hands.

When they misbehaved, they were usually scolded. It was usually Zhou's mother, or Grandpa He and Grandma He who would put on a stern face when they did something bad. Sometimes Zhou Huimin would also scold them. Therefore, He Daqi was not very intimidating in the eyes of the two children, and they liked to mess around with He Daqi the most.

Being favored makes one fearless; otherwise, why would the two children always run to He Daqi's side when they're being naughty?

After being held and fussing for a while by He Daqi, they finally got each of them to kiss their cheeks. Now, they pressed their faces against He Daqi's shoulders, one on each side, begging him for kisses.

"Dad, let's go out in the rain wearing our raincoats!"

"Yes, yes, it's fine to use an umbrella."

He Daqi didn't speak, but Zhou Huimin said with a hint of jealousy, "No, there's such a big thunderstorm outside, you're not allowed to go out, or you'll get your pants wet and get heat rash on your butt!"

He Daqi also pretended to agree, saying, "Did you hear what your mother said? You're not allowed to go out when it thunders."

The little girl was unhappy. She pouted and buried her head in He Daqi's neck, humming in protest.

Looking at the two little ones' reluctant expressions, He Daqi suddenly felt a strong urge to move into the new house. The reason was simple: the new house had an underground swimming pool, so if it rained and the two kids wanted to play in the water, he could take them for a few laps.

Jingle Bell!
The phone ringing drew the attention of the family of four.

He Daqi put the two little ones down, turned around and went back to the bedroom to pick up his phone from the bedside table and answered the call.

"Mr. He, I've finished setting up the production line in the south. When would you be free to come and take a look?"

He Daqi hadn't heard Yan Jiu's voice in a long time and was a little nostalgic. This guy had been in South Korea for almost a month before coming back, and as soon as he got back, he started looking for a place to set up a production line. All in all, he'd been busy for several months.

"Let's talk about it when we have time. We're still filming, so it'll have to wait until filming wraps up."

"Alright then, Mr. He, I estimate that I'll be able to start production soon. When will you arrange for the finance and legal departments we agreed on to come over?"

"So fast?" He Daqi was taken aback. It seemed that Yan Jiu had put in a lot of effort these past few days.

"What do you mean fast? I think it's too slow. Mr. He, you don't know, right now the South is full of OEM and assembly machines. Even producing a little bit of mobile phone parts is in high demand. My father-in-law isn't too greedy, he didn't give me a completely obsolete production line, so we're considered to be in the upper-middle range of the industry. It's a blue ocean market!"

Judging from his tone, you could tell how impatient Yan Jiu was. In fact, He Daqi didn't have much hope for this industry, or rather, he didn't know much about manufacturing. He agreed to lend Yan Jiu money and make investments on the side. Anyway, there was a production line, and Yan Jiu had collateral, so the losses wouldn't be too great. He might as well invest and give it a try.

"Okay, I'll arrange for the finance and legal departments to go there in a couple of days. You can do whatever you want over there. Didn't Brother Rui also invest? If you have any questions, just ask him. Once I've arranged the people, I won't interfere anymore."

"Alright, Mr. He, just you wait and see!"

(End of this chapter)