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Chapter 392 A Hundred People Choir
"Mr. He, the phone."

As soon as the camera finished filming, Chen Shuangxi leaned over and handed the phone to He Daqi.

He Daqi waved his hand, feeling completely soaked. After leaving the camera, he hurriedly took off his long robe and plunged into the basin of water, scrubbing his face thoroughly.

It's almost noon, so there's no need to worry about my makeup. I'll be putting on new makeup every afternoon anyway because of the heat, so it's okay to wash it off now.

He wiped his face with a towel, feeling much refreshed. Then he took the phone from Chen Shuangxi. The phone was no longer ringing. He checked the missed calls and saw that Cheng Long had answered. He then called him back.

"Big brother, is there anything I can do for you?"

"Qi Zai, I heard you went back to Beijing to film? I'm coming too, I'll go visit the set, it's Mentougou, right?" Cheng Long's carefree voice came through the phone.

"We've finished filming in Mentougou, and now we're in Huairou, at the film and television city where we filmed 'When My Flowers Bloom, All Other Flowers Wither'."

"Okay, I'll come find you this afternoon, and I'll bring two friends with me."

"...Thank you, brother, for remembering your brother even though you're so busy."

After hanging up the phone, He Daqi narrowed his eyes. Who was Cheng Long bringing and had to tell him in advance over the phone? Was something wrong or was it inconvenient for him?

It shouldn't be because it's inconvenient, because the only friends of Jackie Chan who are inconvenient with He Daqi are Tse Ting-fung and Cecilia Cheung. The key point is that the couple just had a baby in May, so it's unlikely that they would come to Beijing with Jackie Chan now.

So something's up...

He Daqi handed the phone back to Chen Shuangxi, unscrewed a bottle of mineral water, poured half of it onto a towel, wiped his neck, and hissed with satisfaction. He found the cool and refreshing feeling quite comfortable, so he simply draped the towel over his neck.

As I walked under the parasol, I was about to call Zhou Huimin, who was relaxing there, to come to the van for dinner. Before I could even speak, Zhou Xunqu, who was also relaxing under the parasol, said to me, "Look at your appearance. You're practically shirtless. Other male celebrities are afraid of being photographed in a bad way, but you don't care at all."

"As long as you feel comfortable, why care about other people's opinions? Sister Xun, you're pretty much the same from front to back, and there's nothing to hide. You're the one who really needs to go shirtless. Don't worry, we're all good buddies, no one will look at you strangely."

Zhou Xunxian was so hot he was practically sticking out his tongue. He had taken off his shoes and socks, and rolled up his long shirt to his thighs, exposing his two smooth, white legs. Even with two electric fans next to him, his clothes were still soaked with sweat.

She rolled her eyes in annoyance at He Daqi's teasing and said with a laugh, "Get lost! Let your wife go shirtless."

"That won't do, my wife is quite capable."

He Daqi laughed and pulled Zhou Huimin away. The two left the sun umbrella and shivered from the heat, as if a mad dog was chasing them. They hurriedly got into the nanny car.

It was hot, and I didn't have much of an appetite. Just like the past few days, I had cold noodles for lunch. These cold noodles with ice crystals were just perfect. After finishing a bowl, I felt like I had half a tube of blood back in my body.

The two of them stayed in the van without getting out, reclining the back seat and lying lazily on it, chatting casually.

"The song 'Painting Heart' that you wrote is finished in Hong Kong. They sent me the background music this morning, and I listened to it when I had some free time. It's pretty good. Do you want me to play it for you now?"

"No need, as long as you think it's good, you can sing it anyway." He Daqi squinted and spoke in a muffled voice, as if he was about to fall asleep.

Upon hearing this, Vivian Chow turned to look at Ho Tai-kei, who was resting with his eyes closed. After hesitating for a moment, seeing that Ho Tai-kei was silent, she said in a low voice, "I don't really want to sing. Recording will take several more days. I want to finish filming as soon as possible and take a break. After filming Painted Skin, I will never act again. I've been resting at home for so long, and suddenly I'm playing the female lead. It's a bit out of place. From now on, I'll just stay at home and relax."

"Why don't you just say you're retiring from the industry? Why make up all these excuses? If you're not going to play leading roles anymore, will you still play supporting roles? Will you still do cameo roles?"

"A cameo... I guess a cameo should still involve acting..."

The midday sun shone through the tinted car windows, becoming much softer. Amidst the chirping of cicadas and the cool breeze from the air conditioner, the couple stopped talking after only a few words, their breathing gradually becoming steady and slow.

Cheng Long arrived very early in the afternoon.

They arrived before 2 p.m., just as the film crew started shooting. So, without disturbing He Daqi and the others, they cheerfully asked the crew's logistics staff to help unload a truckload of watermelons. Then, they led the two of them to sit in the distance and watch the crew film.

Not long after, before all the watermelons had been moved, Zhang Yimou yelled "Cut!"

Taking advantage of the break, Cheng Long quickly led the group over with a smile and greeted them one by one.

"Director Zhang, it's nice to see you again."

"Little Jew, you're getting younger and younger."

"Zhou Xun, your makeup and styling are really beautiful!"

"Qi Zai, these two next to me don't need introductions, right? You know them both."

Surprisingly, He Daqi actually knew the man and woman that Cheng Long brought.

One is Li Zongsheng, whom I had drunk with before, and the other is Zhang Liangying, whom I collaborated with three times on Peak Moment.

This strange combination made He Daqi raise an eyebrow, puzzled, but he seemed quite pleased and shook hands with the two of them cheerfully.

Jackie Chan is an international star after all, and many people in the crew were willing to come over and say hello to him. He signed a few autographs for the extras and staff, exchanged a few words with a smile, and then led Jonathan Lee and Jane Zhang to find a shady spot with Ho Ta-kei to talk about business.

"Qi Zai, did you write a song for your movie and have it produced in Hong Kong?"

Cheng Long got straight to the point and stated his purpose directly.

He Daqi was slightly taken aback and frowned. Are musicians in Hong Kong really this uncivilized now? How could they leak his song?

Seeing that He Daqi's expression was off, Li Zongsheng quickly explained, "Qi Zai, don't misunderstand. The music production team you found has a very good relationship with me. Sometimes I even help them out. So when I saw the song 'Painting Heart' that you wrote, I came to you this time to talk about whether we can make an exchange."

"exchange?"

Seeing that Cheng Long was smiling and keeping silent, and now it was Li Zongsheng's turn to speak, He Daqi glanced at Zhang Liangying, who was standing to the side smiling but not saying a word, and he roughly understood what was going on.

“Yes, remember my suggestion last time? I’ll help you produce an album. You can give the song ‘Painting Heart’ to Liangying to sing, and I’ll find three songs for you.” After Li Zongsheng finished speaking, he stopped talking and just waited quietly for He Daqi’s response.

They were just in the wrong place at the right time. If Zhou Huimin hadn't said she didn't want to sing at noon, He Daqi would have refused outright if they had brought it up. But now, He Daqi might consider it.

The key issue is that He Daqi doesn't release any albums, so exchanging these three songs is somewhat pointless.

"I'll think about it," He Daqi replied with a smile.

Zhang Liangying's eyes dimmed for a moment, but then she recovered and continued to smile.

"Haha, okay, contact me when you've thought it over. By the way, Qi, guess what I'm here in Beijing for this time?" Cheng Long laughed and patted He Daqi's arm, winking as he asked the last question.

He should have kept his wink, because it led He Daqi to misunderstand. He Daqi responded with a knowing look, raised an eyebrow, and asked in a low voice, "Heaven on Earth?"

"Cough cough...cough...no, no, that...it was just on the way. I mainly came here to cheer on the Olympics and sing a song. Are you interested? I can recommend you to sing a couple of lines too."

"Not interested." He Daqi waved his hand. Old Zhang had asked him about this before, and he had refused long ago.

Upon hearing this, Cheng Long grinned, wrinkles appearing around his squinty eyes. With a wry smile, he grabbed He Daqi's arm and shook it a few times: "Come on, come on, I've already talked to the song planner, I'm sure I can invite you and Xiao Youyi. If you refuse so decisively, where will I put my face?"

"Brother, I really don't have time..."

"It's alright, this song is easy to record. Each person only needs one line. You can pick any day you're free to record. We'll probably just have you choose a famous building in Beijing, stand in front of it, and record a short shot." ...

……

Things in this world are truly unpredictable.

After entering the CCTV building with Zhou Huimin, He Daqi couldn't help but sigh to himself.

Who would have thought that just half a month ago, Jackie Chan went to the film crew to invite Ho Ta-ki and Vivian Chow to record a song on CCTV? But half a month later, Ho Ta-ki and Vivian Chow did come, while Jackie Chan himself couldn't come because of other commitments.

“Come on, I’ll take you in.” He Daqi happily pulled out his CCTV work ID and led Zhou Huimin through security.

Zhou Huimin looked at him with amusement and shook her head. When the two of them arrived at the elevator, she asked softly, "Which floor was it again?"

Before He Daqi could respond, a voice rang out behind them: "Ninth floor."

The couple turned around in surprise and saw three girls standing behind them.

"Hello Daqi, hello Huimin." The three girls greeted the two of them almost simultaneously.

“You guys are… from Super Girl, right?” Zhou Huimin thought for a moment and remembered the show where these three debuted.

"Yes, I am Li Yuchun."

"I am Zhou Bichang."

"I am He Jie."

He Daqi nodded politely: "Are you here to record songs too?"

"Yes, we saw the lyrics you were holding behind you just now, so we knew we were singing the same song."

"What a coincidence," He Daqi said, smacking his lips.

He soon realized that he had said "What a coincidence!" a little too soon.

The elevator stopped on the ninth floor, and the five people who came out were all stunned.

There were at least a hundred people standing outside the recording studio, greeting each other and chatting casually; they were all clearly there to record songs.

"Da Qi!"

Huang Xiaoming was well-liked and surrounded by many people. He had been keeping an eye on the elevator entrance, so he saw He Daqi as soon as he came out. He waved from afar, apologized to the people around him, and walked over to He Daqi.

"What a coincidence, Daqi." Huang Xiaoming nodded to Zhou Huimin and the other women as he walked up to He Daqi and said.

He Daqi found these words familiar; he seemed to have given the same perfunctory reply downstairs just now.

Huang Xiaoming was just the first wave; soon, He Daqi was sick of hearing that sentence.

“What a coincidence, Daqi.” Chen Hong said.

"Oh my, Daqi, what a coincidence!" Sun Yue exclaimed.

“Vivian, what a coincidence, it’s been a long time.” - Alan Tam

“Vivian, you’re here to record a song too? What a coincidence!” Li Keqin.

"Hello Vivian, do you remember me? I'm Rong Zu'er."

The couple walked along the way, and Qiaozi listened to a lot of stories.

He responded to the greetings with a stiff smile. He didn't recognize many of the people, but he acted as if he had met them several times before.

How many songs are we going to record? And why are there so many people here?
Vivian Chow noticed something amiss, looked around, and asked, "Are you all here to record the song 'We Are Ready'?"

"Yes!" The answer was unanimous.

He Daqi couldn't help but curse inwardly, "What the hell is going on? Is Brother Cheng Long making excuses not to sing because he thinks there are too many people around?"
Over the course of the day, He Daqi vaguely felt that he had been tricked.

When the director came out of the recording studio and asked everyone which line they were going to sing, He Daqi immediately raised his hand, ignoring everyone's surprised looks, and said loudly, "My wife and I are going to sing the first line!"

There's no other reason; I just wanted to finish singing as soon as possible and leave.

Fortunately, no one else tries to take it from him; of course, even if they did, they couldn't outdo him.

The couple were in perfect sync and worked well together. They passed the test after singing twice, then said goodbye to the director and left in a hurry.

"There must have been over a hundred people just now, right?" Zhou Huimin couldn't help but ask as they walked out of the CCTV building.

"More than a hundred. I counted them when I was bored. Anyway, I counted 110 and I still hadn't finished."

As they were talking, the two opened the car door and got in.

The driver, Bai Wei, was quite surprised. Judging from the couple's expressions, they seemed to be in a good mood. So, while starting the car, she casually asked, "Da Qi, didn't you say you were here to record a song? Why are you out so soon?"

"If it's just one sentence, or several people recording one sentence, how can it not be fast?"

"what?"

Bai Wei couldn't quite imagine what this scene was like.

As soon as the car turned onto the road, Zhou Huimin suddenly instructed, "Xiaobai, go to the North Third Ring Road."

Bai Wei knew where this was, so she hummed in agreement and turned at the intersection.

The convoy behind saw Bai Wei's turn signal and followed suit, turning in the same direction.

Half an hour later, the convoy stopped in the parking lot of the new villa, and the couple got out of the car.

Right now, on the large lawn in front of the villa, Grandpa He and Grandma He were sitting under a parasol, each with a chair, while three little ones were running around wildly. As soon as they saw He Daqi coming, they immediately ran over, shouting and yelling.

"How did you know the children were here?" He Daqi asked Zhou Huimin with some doubt.

“When you were taking a nap at noon, your grandparents came over and took the key to the front door. I guessed they were bringing the kids here to play, so I just remembered and told them to come this way.”

As soon as Zhou Huimin finished speaking, the three little ones ran up to her, covered in sweat, wanting to get closer to the couple, but were pushed aside by the couple in disgust.

The three kids were covered in sweat and dust, while the couple, dressed quite formally for the recording, were unwilling to let the three little rascals get close.

(End of this chapter)