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Chapter 399: Copying Starts Again
The whirring of the air conditioner and the ticking of the clock mingled together as He Daqi strained to hear the sounds, hoping to get a clearer picture.

Unfortunately, the effect was not ideal, because the old lady's rambling drowned out other sounds, making them indistinct and almost nonexistent.

At this moment, He Daqi sat obediently on the sofa, like a well-bred lady, with his hands placed on his thighs. Whenever the old lady muttered something, he would nod in agreement, putting on a shameless act of admitting his mistakes and correcting them, only to repeat them again. This angered the old lady, who grumbled a few times before she couldn't help but slap his arm hard.

The two little ones, who were nestled obediently beside He Daqi, pouted and whimpered at the same time upon seeing this scene: "Great-Grandma..."

The two little ones had rosy cheeks, clearly having spent a lot of time playing in the hot sun. And that was indeed the case; after completing his mission with the exchange group, He Daqi took the two little ones on a crazy two-week trip to South Korea, basically taking them out for walks every day.

Seeing the two little ones pouting, the old lady exclaimed and hugged the two precious darlings. But when she looked at their red cheeks, she immediately got angry again.

"You two little brats know how to protect your dad now? He deserves a beating! He's twenty-four or twenty-five years old, and still so unreliable!"

The old lady was face to face with the two little ones, too lazy to even look at her troublesome eldest grandson.

These two clever little devils are good at reading people's expressions. When they saw the old lady smile, they immediately hugged her arm with big smiles and vividly described their happy daily life on the trip. Their little faces were also full of seriousness as they told the old lady that they had brought back gifts for her.

The old lady couldn't resist the onslaught of these two little devils. Her face was beaming with joy as she watched her two great-grandchildren chatter away.

Seeing this, He Daqi secretly breathed a sigh of relief, slowly stood up, which earned him a disapproving look from the old lady. He Daqi quickly put on a silly smile, took a slice of watermelon from the table, and walked towards the bedroom while laughing.

He went into the bedroom and took a couple of bites of watermelon. Just then, he caught a glimpse of Zhou Huimin coming out of the bathroom after washing up. Zhou Huimin chuckled and asked in a cricket-like voice, "Finished your torture?"

He Daqi rolled his eyes and said irritably, "Get out of here!"

He finished the watermelon in a few bites, threw the rind into the trash can, and turned to sit in front of the computer.

Just now, after Grandpa He and Grandma He learned that He Daqi and his family of four had returned from South Korea, they rushed over to see their great-grandchildren. However, when they saw the two great-grandchildren's rosy cheeks from the sun, Grandma He immediately got angry and dragged He Daqi out to scold him for a long time.

This also temporarily interrupted He Daqi's plagiarism project, and now he has to go back into the film library to find songs and transcribe tunes.

Vivian Chow dragged her chair over and watched with curiosity as Daqi worked on the computer. However, Daqi was writing lyrics in Korean, which Vivian Chow couldn't understand.

Her hair was still wet, and as she leaned closer, the scent of shampoo wafted into He Daqi's nose. He Daqi glanced at her sideways, ignored her, and continued with his work.

"Daqi, are you planning to sing a Korean song?"

"Ah."

"What were you thinking? There are three Chinese songs on the album and the rest are Korean? What kind of weird combination is this?"

He Daqi pursed his lips and explained, "The rest aren't all in Korean. This album has ten songs in total: four in Chinese, two in Korean, two in English, and two in Japanese."

Zhou Huimin was taken aback by this somewhat abstract combination. She looked at He Daqi with surprise, as if she were looking at a child with Down syndrome.

He Daqi felt a little uncomfortable under that gaze, nudged Zhou Huimin lightly with his shoulder, and asked with narrowed eyes, "Why are you looking at me like that?"

"Have you considered that if you combine these elements like this, the album might not sell well?"

"If it's not going to work out, it's not going to work out. I'm not a professional singer. I'll just release an album as a token gesture."

These are He Daqi's true feelings. He hesitated for a long time before deciding to copy this abstract album because he doesn't plan to release a second album in his life. So he might as well copy a few good songs at once to secure the copyright in advance. He also copied more foreign language songs, since he can't keep copying Chinese songs all the time, right?
As for whether the fans will buy it...

who cares!
If you only release one album, it's enough if it's good. If it's good, at least your brand won't be ruined. If it's bad, that would be a real disaster.

……

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Yonghui Qiming Third Floor, Special Effects Department.

"What do you think of the effect?" Zhang Yimou asked He Daqi expressionlessly.

"It's fine. My appreciation skills are average. As long as you think it's good, Director Zhang, that's fine." He Daqi was like a non-stick pan, not saying a single useful word.

Zhang Yimou smacked his lips, too lazy to pay him any attention, and continued to watch the special effects staff working without expression.

Because he had to travel between the two locations, he didn't rush to edit the post-production footage. Instead, he planned to wait until the special effects were completed before editing the Painted Skin footage.

It's only because the special effects department is their own that it's convenient to use. Otherwise, if Zhang Yimou had hired a special effects team, they would have quit long ago.

Old Zhang wasn't saying anything, so He Daqi felt a bit bored staying there. He hadn't been here in a long time and had just stopped by to drop by. He had chatted with Zhang Yimou for a bit, but now that he saw there was nothing important, He Daqi decided to leave and get on with his own business.

He casually greeted Old Zhang, and without waiting for Zhang Yimou's response, he turned and left, heading straight for the office.

When the door opened, Vivian Chow was sitting in her office chair petting her cat. When she saw Ho Tai-kai come in, she glanced at him casually, then looked down and continued to play with the big fat cat.

This cat has a large frame and eats a lot; now it's as fat as a gas cylinder. We took it to the vet, and they said there wasn't a big problem, just that we usually feed it too much. They told us to feed it less when we get home. But this is a difficult problem to solve because the couple knows how much to feed the cat, but the two little guys in the house don't.

This cat can meow a couple of times and then roll over on its belly, which is enough to make the two little guys scoop cat food into its bowl without any regard for their own safety, no matter how much they try to persuade it.

After being told too much, the two little ones even argued that the cat was just hungry, otherwise it wouldn't be begging for food everywhere.

If we say too much, the two little ones will get angry.

"Let's go." He Daqi didn't go inside, but called out to Zhou Huimin from the doorway.

"Ah."

Vivian Chow got up and hugged the little kitten.

Presumably feeling uncomfortable, the fat cat meowed twice, then shifted its position in Vivian Chow's arms before calming down.

A short while later, the convoy left the underground parking garage and headed towards the recording studio where the couple often collaborated.

Since they were already familiar with each other, He Daqi didn't exchange many polite greetings when he arrived at the recording studio. He simply chatted with the sound engineer for a few minutes before entering the studio.

The other songs have been sent to Hong Kong, but the sheet music hasn't been finished yet. The songs we're recording now are Wang Feng's two songs and Li Zongsheng's song.

He Daqi is a completely different person now; he's no longer in a state where singing is incredibly demanding. Back then, he would seriously practice a song for half a month, but now he can find the feeling in just two days.

If things were still like before, with him correcting every single line he sang, he definitely wouldn't be interested in releasing an album.

Vivian Chow sat leisurely outside the recording studio, her legs crossed and bouncing back and forth. She was petting a cat and had an earphone on her ear, listening to Ho Tai-kai sing inside with a smile.

This is the life she wants: carefree and without worries every day, and able to chatter about He Daqi from time to time. It couldn't be more wonderful.

He Daqi's recording was going smoothly. After listening for a while, she felt that it was about time, so she got up to interrupt the recording, waved to He Daqi in the recording studio, and indicated that it was getting late and they should leave. The two of them had ordered food when they came, and if they didn't hurry, they would miss the hot food.

He Daqi came out of the recording studio in a relaxed manner. He first exchanged a few words with the sound engineer, arranged a time to come over the next day, and then chatted about other things before going downstairs with Zhou Huimin, who was waiting impatiently.

"After being in Beijing for so long, you've finally taken me to Quanjude. I've always heard that their roast duck is delicious, but you always try to fool me with ducks from other restaurants. This time, I'm finally getting to eat the authentic one."

"I'm not trying to fool you. Today I'm taking you to eat duck dishes, which is why I decided to take you to Quanjude. Normally, if I want to eat roast duck, I definitely wouldn't choose that place."

"Why? Is their roast duck not good?"

"You can't say that, but compared to their duck dishes, their roast duck is just average. If you want roast duck, you might as well buy from another place, because ordering from them is quite troublesome," He Daqi explained lazily.

Vivian Chow smiled and linked arms with David Ho, who was holding a cat. Vivian Chow didn't let go of his arm even when they got into the van. It was only when David Ho felt uncomfortable that he reached out and tugged at her arm a couple of times before finally getting into the van with the cat.

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Half an hour later, Quanjude.

The couple, one sitting in a chair in the private room playing on their phone, and the other standing by the window looking down at the grill. The kitten had been left in the car and hadn't been brought up.

Just as Zhou Huimin was about to launch into a barrage of questions, the waiter knocked on the door and came in: "Hello, may I ask if the food is ready?"

"That's fine." He Daqi nodded.

The waiter responded and went out. Not long after, a chef pushed a food cart in.

First, they introduced the values ​​and popular science of Peking duck, explaining its origin and history. Then, they sliced ​​the duck into pieces and placed it on four plates on the table.

Zhou Huimin was eager to try it while the chef was there. After the chef left, she quickly followed the steps the chef had taught her, wrapped a pancake, and stuffed it into her mouth.

Chew...

"This roast duck is delicious! It tastes about the same as the ones you usually buy."

"Don't rush, the best part is yet to come," He Daqi said with a smile, keeping everyone in suspense.

Not long after, the waiter brought in another cart, this time with hot dishes.

"Come on, let me introduce you to each item one by one. This is salted duck liver. It's soft, tender, fresh, and fragrant. Their specialty is making this. You should try it first."

After seeing Zhou Huimin pick up a piece, He Daqi introduced the next dish: "Wine-flavored duck heart. I haven't bought this for you before, have I? Other restaurants don't make it well. It has a fishy smell. This one is different. It's fragrant and doesn't have too many other flavors. No matter what your taste is, you can eat it."

Zhou Huimin nodded vigorously. Whether it was the salted duck liver or the wine-flavored duck heart, they did taste quite different from what she had imagined. He Daqi was right. The roast duck here was just average, but the other dishes were surprisingly delicious.

"Wasabi duck feet, try it! It's sweet and spicy, not too strong, not too spicy, not too sweet, and it's easy to eat. It's definitely a flavor you've never had before," He Daqi continued.

"I really regret not asking you to bring me here sooner. If I had known that duck dishes were so delicious, I would have ordered them every day."

He Daqi smiled slightly upon hearing this, without offering any further explanation.

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……

The recording went smoothly; one song was recorded in less than three days, and all three songs were recorded in about a week.

He Daqi was wearing headphones, listening to his own recorded songs over and over again, his fingers lightly tapping on his leg, clearly in a good mood.

This singing skill is fantastic. It doesn't cost much and has a wide range of uses. It's a pity that the main skill, Performance, is currently stuck and can't be improved, which means that other skills can only be leveled up to the advanced level. Otherwise, He Daqi would like to continue to improve his singing skill.

He Daqi has been stuck on his main skill for a long time. Unlike before, this time there was no system notification, so he doesn't know how to break through the limit.

He Daqi had accumulated quite a few emotional points, but he could only watch them grow without being able to increase them, which made him feel a little worried.

This system is terrible! How come there's not even a task prompt when you reach a high rank? If you don't give any hints, how are we supposed to know how to break through the limits?

Thinking of this, He Daqi's good mood was completely ruined. He pursed his lips and wondered which simulated world he should visit tonight to vent his frustration.

These past few days, Zhou Huimin has been getting a bit worked up by him, and she's raised the white flag, leaving He Daqi with a lot of energy but nowhere to use it. He really wants to sing a few lines of that song "Monkey King" that he heard in the movie library.

He took off his headphones and then heard the sound of the marimba.

He reached into his pocket and pulled out his phone. When he saw it was Ning Hao calling, he immediately guessed the purpose of the call.

Sure enough, as soon as the call connected, Ning Hao's loud voice rang out: "Daqi, Crazy Stone 2 is finished filming. Call back to the company and tell them to arrange the post-production and special effects for me."

"Why don't you just call Sister Liu and tell her yourself!"

"Hehe, I said it's not as convenient as you say. By the way, what's the point of naming Crazy Stone 2? 'Little People Go Crazy'?"

"Crazy racing." He Daqi told Ning Hao the original name directly.

"Hey! You're thinking the same thing as me!" Ning Hao slapped his thigh faintly on the other end of the phone.

"Is there anything else? If not, I'll hang up now. I'm busy here," He Daqi asked with a smile.

"And another thing! And another thing! Um... Daqi, I want to start a company!"

(End of this chapter)