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Chapter 400 The Yellowed Script

Why did you suddenly decide to start a company?

After He Daqi finished asking his question, there was a rather quiet atmosphere. He picked up his water glass, took a sip, and wanted to hear Ning Hao's reply.

The cicadas chirped incessantly outside the window, and music played from my headphones on my lap. I could also faintly hear the sounds of my two little ones playing in the bedroom.

He Daqi frowned slightly. Ning Hao remained silent for a while on the other end of the phone, seemingly organizing his thoughts.

"The tax on box office revenue sold under an individual's name is far too high. If it's sold under a company's name, the tax can be reduced significantly."
I'm also thinking of investing in other films. I've recently seen quite a few decent scripts with low investment requirements, so I'm thinking of giving it a try. I'm not planning to set up a film company all at once, but rather start under the name of a studio.

Sister Liu talked to me about this; it was her idea. She said that since the company's artists and directors would eventually have to set up their own studios, I should set one up first as a pilot project, to test the waters.

Ning Hao was actually a little hesitant, not because he was hesitant about whether or not to set up a studio, but because he was worried about He Daqi's feelings. Although he knew that He Daqi never cared about these things, Ning Hao still explained it very clearly when it came down to it, for fear that He Daqi would misunderstand.

"I see..." He Daqi pondered for a moment, his fingers rubbing back and forth on the volume control wheel on the headphones. The music in the headphones was fluctuating, making it difficult for him to concentrate.

When Ning Hao first mentioned wanting to start a company, He Daqi thought he had been misled and was getting carried away, preparing to go out and try his luck on his own. He even wanted to persuade him to stop. But after Ning Hao explained, he realized he had misunderstood.

Ning Hao is probably following in the footsteps of actors like Ya Yue and Yong Hui Qi Ming, setting up a studio first, with the company investing in it. This would allow him to leverage company resources, unlike when he receives a share of the profits as an individual. He would also benefit from tax breaks, and the tax-exempt portion could be used to invest in other films, indirectly increasing his income.

My senior brother isn't very brave...

"What name are you planning to call the company?" He Daqi asked with a light laugh.

His question made Ning Hao on the other end of the phone breathe a sigh of relief.

Bad Monkey Studio.

"Bad monkey? Senior brother, that doesn't suit your temperament at all. I feel that 'bad gorilla' would be more suitable." He Daqi teased with a smile.

"Come on! So you fit the bad monkey stereotype?"

"Don't talk nonsense. I'm not an animal type. You guys can compete for this track."

The two exchanged a few teasing words before hanging up the phone with smiles.

He Daqi looked at the earphones in his hand, no longer interested in listening to his own heavenly voice. He vaguely remembered hearing his two naughty kids arguing, and the matter was still on his mind while he was on the phone. Now he decided to put down the earphones and go to the bedroom to check.

It's possible that Zhou Huimin wasn't paying attention while looking after the children and fell asleep in bed, causing the two kids to start arguing and playfully punching each other right now.

That would be great fun.

The closer you get to the bedroom door, the clearer the children's noise becomes.

However, He Daqi's heart calmed down. Judging from the sound, it didn't seem like they were arguing. That's right, these two mischievous kids were very cooperative and had never quarreled with each other. What was he thinking just now?
When the door opened, He Daqi saw a scene that made him both laugh and cry.

The two little ones were each squatting on a chair, enthusiastically patting the keyboard with their tiny hands.

The screen showed the King of Fighters game. I guess Vivian Chow taught them how to play. The two little ones were frantically pressing the buttons, muttering to themselves as if they had come up with a lot of move names. Every time they pressed a move, they would proudly show it off to each other.

Good, very good. You're already addicted to games at such a young age. Your life is pretty much set.

He Daqi couldn't help but rub his forehead.

What made He Daqi both amused and exasperated was that the fat cat was sitting upright on the computer desk. At first glance, it was even fatter than the two children, looking like a grand master, motionless and dignified, its eyes curiously observing the two children shouting and yelling, as if wondering why its two little masters weren't feeding it today.

He Daqi clicked his tongue, turned his head to look at the bed, and sure enough, Zhou Huimin was sleeping soundly with her phone in her hand, her mouth slightly open, and it was clear that she was having a very peaceful dream.

Lazy woman!
He Daqi bent down, picked up her slippers, and gave Zhou Huimin a light tap on the buttocks.

"Huh? What's wrong? What's wrong?"

Zhou Huimin suddenly sat up and saw He Daqi standing at the head of the bed. She asked him with a bewildered look on her face.

"Is this how you take care of the kids? You just let them play on the computer by themselves? These are electronic devices, are you really okay with that?"

He Daqi became angrier and angrier as he spoke, and couldn't help but slap his slipper again.

Zhou Huimin finally realized how she had woken up. Instead of arguing with He Daqi about the child playing on the computer alone, she took a different approach, put on a stern face, and pounced on He Daqi fiercely.

"He Daqi! How dare you hit me!"

"So what if I hit you? I think I didn't hit you hard enough!"

"Ah! I'll fight you!"

The couple locked hands, one choking the other, the other tickling each other, and soon they were entangled in a fierce struggle.

The commotion was quite loud; both children heard it. They turned around and were so startled that they stopped playing King of Fighters, jumped off their chairs, and ran over to break up the fight.

"stop fighting!"

"Mom and Dad, please don't fight!"

"Mom, you can't bully Dad!"

"You can't kill anyone like that!"

The last sentence made He Daqi's hand freeze. He forgot about tickling Zhou Huimin and reached out to hug her tightly to prevent her from struggling. Then he turned to look at his precious son who had just made such a surprising statement and asked strangely, "Huanhuan, where did you learn that from?"

When the little boy saw that his parents had stopped fighting, he thought he had done a good job of stopping them. He tilted his little face up and said proudly, "I learned it from TV. Fighting on TV is just like you guys. Great-Grandma said it's called 'just gesturing without actually fighting'."

He Daqi hissed, wondering to himself, "What kind of TV dramas does this old lady usually watch with these kids? How come there are such abstract lines?"
……

...Florida, at the doorstep of Adolf Reinhard's house.

Adolf Reinhard stared blankly at the metal box the police had brought back.

Whether it was good luck or bad luck, the black guy who stole the metal box fiddled with it for a long time but couldn't open it, so he just left it at the homeless camp.

After passing through countless hands, the metal box was finally sold to a pawnshop.

After reading the police notice, the pawnshop owner contacted the police immediately. When the police arrived, they didn't even bother to verify anything before returning the impressive metal box to Adolf Reinhard.

The once smooth and flat box is now covered in scratches, and the lock bought from the East is still firmly attached to it, protecting the contents of the box.

"Mr. Adolf, to avoid trouble, I need you to open it in person to check if anything is missing. Please understand, because whether there are more or less items inside, it's not what you want to see, right?"

The overweight white policeman wiped the sweat from his brow, cursing the awful weather in his mind, while politely reminding Adolf Reinhard.

With his reminder, Adolf Reinhard seemed to snap out of his daze, shifting his gaze from the metal box and glancing up at the policeman. It was this one glance that immediately made Adolf Reinhard realize the fat man's predicament.

"Officer, come in and have a glass of ice water. The room is air-conditioned and much cooler than outside. I need to find the key to open the box anyway, so waiting outside or inside makes no difference."

"it is good!"

The fat policeman readily agreed. If Adolf Reinhard hadn't been blocking the doorway, he probably would have already transformed into a nimble fat man and darted into the house in a few steps.

Adolf Reinhard, who hadn't been drinking lately, was quick-witted. Hearing the fat policeman agree immediately, he didn't say anything more and turned to lead the way to the sofa.

Behind him, the fat policeman followed in and immediately breathed a sigh of relief. The cool air blew away the heat, making him feel much more refreshed.

The chubby policeman, as if afraid the air conditioning would escape, quickly turned around and closed the door. Only after making sure the door was tightly closed did he walk over and sit on the sofa, his belly protruding.

"Please have a seat, I'll get you a glass of water."

Adolf Reinhard greeted him with a smile, then turned and went to the kitchen to open the refrigerator. He originally intended to just pour in some ice water, but thinking of the fat policeman's miserable state from the heat, he changed his mind. He took out a few ice cubes from the bottom of the refrigerator, put them in a glass, and then poured in the ice water.

"Here, drink water."

"Thank you, Mr. Adolf. You can go find the key now. I'll wait here."

The chubby policeman saw the ice cubes floating on the ice water in front of him and felt a sense of relief even before he started drinking it. His tone was quite different from when he was outside the door, becoming much gentler.

Adolf Reinhard nodded, glanced again at the metal box on the table, and turned to go upstairs to get the key from the drawer.

Once the fat policeman could no longer see Adolf Reinhard's back, he immediately picked up the cup and gulped down the water. Just as he had imagined, it was refreshingly cool and thirst-quenching, and the water even tasted slightly sweet to him.

After finishing the glass of water and calming down completely, the chubby policeman slowly put the glass back on the table and began to look around.

Unlike the last time I visited, Adolf Reinhard's house is now clean and tidy again, and the doors and windows that were taken down have been replaced with new ones that look much stronger and more reliable than the original ones.

The fat policeman turned his head casually and found a short-haired golden retriever staring at him from a distance. If the golden retriever hadn't been blinking from time to time, the fat policeman would have thought it was a specimen.

Recalling the description in the case file, the fat policeman knew that the golden retriever in front of him was also a victim. Adolf Reinhard later said when he went to the police station that after the ordeal, the golden retriever's personality had completely changed. It seemed to have depression and no longer showed the same enthusiasm for strangers.

The fat policeman didn't have to wait long before Adolf Reinhard found the keys and went downstairs.

Although the lock on the metal box, made in the East, was weathered and rusty, it still opened smoothly when the key was inserted.

The chubby policeman looked curiously at the opened box and found several thick volumes of documents inside. There seemed to be some photos tucked among the documents, but because they had been there for so long and were yellowed, the chubby policeman was not entirely sure.

"Mr. Adolf, is anything missing?"

Seeing that Adolf Reinhard was about to drift off into thought again, the fat policeman quickly reminded him.

"No, nothing's missing, everything's here. Thank you, officer, for your trouble."

"It's good that nothing's missing; it's what we should do," the chubby policeman said politely, then casually asked, "Mr. Adolf, what kind of documents are in here? They look quite old to me."

"This is a script I wrote before, along with related materials." Adolf Reinhardt's tone was somewhat low, and it was clear that he had mixed feelings about the script.

"A script?" The fat policeman opened his mouth in surprise, not expecting this answer. There was actually an artist in this mid-range white neighborhood?
"Yes, the script. I used to work in Hollywood as a cinematographer, assistant director, and set producer, but unfortunately I've never officially directed a film myself in Hollywood."

Adolf Reinhard picked up a document and ran his fingers over the words on it; every single one represented his hard work and dedication back then.

"What kind of story is this? A horror movie?"

The fat policeman finally saw the photos tucked inside the files that Adolf Reinhard had opened. The photos were old and showed a group of Asian women squatting in a corner, staring blankly at the camera.

Perhaps because the photo was too old, the fat policeman's first reaction was that it was a sinister story about religion or something from the last century, so he naturally steered it toward the horror movie genre.

"It's a horror movie... The real events behind it are indeed scary, but not in the way you're thinking. It's a story about the problems left over from the war, and it didn't happen in the United States, but in South Korea."

Adolf Reinhard noticed the fat policeman's curiosity and handed him several photos tucked inside the documents.

The fat policeman glanced at it a few times and lost interest. War? Especially the wars of the last century? It was too far removed from him; he couldn't possibly understand what was so interesting about it.

The portly policeman returned the photo to Adolf Reinhard, then took out a business card and placed it on the table, saying, "Mr. Adolf, my name is Gilbert. I will be in charge of several communities in this area from now on. If you encounter any minor problems, you can call me and I will handle them. For example, if there are disputes with neighbors, it is best not to call the police if possible. Of course, if you encounter big trouble, you should call the police, such as the time your house was burglarized."

After saying that, the fat policeman got up to leave. Adolf Reinhard looked at the business card on the table and shook his head slightly: "To be honest, the last time was the first time I called the police in more than ten years in Bald Eagle. It will probably be similar in the future. It is unlikely that I will call you."

"That would be best; not calling means you haven't encountered anything upsetting."

(End of this chapter)