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Chapter 406 Value

He Daqi is quite good at self-reflection.

As soon as I got back to the hotel from the concert, I started to berate myself for being careless.

I don't know if I've been too complacent lately, or if I've been too busy to think straight, but I've forgotten how magical things are in the bald eagles.

Fortunately, a group of white women surrounded me today. If some crazy guy had come along and started firing a few rounds of a SCAR-175 in the crowd, my name would probably be etched in modern history, regardless of whether I was hurt or not.

He Daqi sat at the table, propping his chin up with one hand, his expression not very good.

Zhou Huimin placed a bottle of ice water in front of He Daqi. On the way back, she noticed that He Daqi had been rather quiet and withdrawn, and knew that he was in a bad mood. So, she pulled up a chair and sat down next to him with concern, and asked softly, "Daqi, what's wrong? Were you frightened?"

"No." He Daqi shook his head slightly.

Seeing that He Daqi didn't want to talk, Zhou Huimin leaned forward and pressed herself against him, resting her head on He Daqi's shoulder. She tilted her head slightly up, stared at He Daqi's profile, and said softly, "You were singing and dancing on stage just now, you must have used up a lot of energy. Have something to eat to fill your stomach. Is there anything you want to eat? I'll call someone to buy it for you."

He Daqi didn't want to tell Zhou Huimin about what he had just been thinking.

Noticing Zhou Huimin's worried gaze, He Daqi smiled gently, kissed her forehead, straightened his back, and then pulled Zhou Huimin into his arms, saying softly, "I suddenly miss the children a little. Let's rest for a bit, and then call to arrange for the team to buy plane tickets. We'll go back to Beijing tonight."

“Okay.” Zhou Huimin nodded in agreement without asking any further questions.

He Daqi hugged Zhou Huimin even tighter.

Damn it, I've lived such a happy life, why should I wander around in a place where everyone's mental state is unstable?

One o'clock.

Yawning, Vivian Chow put her arm around Ho Tai-kei's arm and boarded the plane.

Knowing that He Daqi was in a hurry to leave, she lavishly chartered a small passenger plane. The assistant team that came with her this time consisted of only about twenty people, and the plane was just enough to transport them all.

The flight takes 14 hours, so we estimate we'll arrive in Beijing around 3 or 4 pm.

When He Daqi was halfway back on his flight, at eight o'clock in the morning in the United States, Adolf Reinhard and two burly security guards were shoving each other in front of the hotel where He Daqi had stayed the night before.

"I really know He! Please let me meet him! Or you can call and ask, just say there's a director downstairs looking for him!"

He should have kept quiet. But his words caused the black security guard to roll his eyes, tighten his grip, and forcefully push Adolf Reinhard out the door, slamming him to the ground.

"You still say you know him? If you really knew him, how could you not know that Mr. He left at dawn?" The black security guard looked down at Adolf Reinhard lying on the ground and said with disdain.

Adolf Reinhard stood frozen in place, forgetting even to get up.

"Gone? He's gone?" he muttered to himself as he lay on the ground.

It was rush hour for commuters, and many people cast curious glances at the person lying in front of the hotel.

The white security guard noticed this scene and cursed his black colleague for causing trouble in his heart. After deciding to report it to his supervisor, he stepped forward and helped the distraught Adolf Reinhard up, politely advising, "Sir, Mr. He is no longer here. If you want to find him, you'd better look for him elsewhere. Please don't block the hotel entrance."

"I see."

Adolf Reinhard stood up, pushed the white security guard's hand away, said something, glared at the black security guard, and without saying anything more, turned and left the hotel entrance.

His once straight back now seemed to have collapsed, making him look gloomy and dejected.

Fortunately, being of German descent and having made it all the way to Hollywood, Adolf Reinhard had a pretty strong mentality. After walking down the street in a daze, he recalled the black security guard's face and used that as an excuse to cheer himself up.

"Adolf, you can do it! All those people who looked down on you before will become valuable experiences for you when you become famous!"

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He Daqi, who had a good night's sleep, was full of energy.

At that moment, he felt he could swallow a cow whole.

After his concert in Bald Eagle last night, he only drank a bottle of water and rested for a short while before rushing to board the plane.

He didn't eat the airplane meal; he fell asleep as soon as he boarded the plane and spent over ten hours playing in the simulation training space, switching between different worlds.

Like him, Vivian Chow is also quite hungry now, but women are much tougher than men. Vivian Chow treats it as a diet and can endure it.

"Right now I want to eat meat buns, wontons, braised pork offal, lamb spine, braised pork hock, roast duck, braised sea cucumber with scallions, barbecue, stewed fish, grilled meat, stir-fried prawns, braised pig's trotters, braised beef..."

Well, no matter how much Zhou Huimin could tolerate it, she couldn't stand it anymore when she heard He Daqi start reciting the menu as soon as he got into the nanny van.

She reached out and covered He Daqi's mouth, interrupting him from continuing his spellcasting, and said with a wry smile, "Stop talking! I'm going to faint from hunger if you keep talking! Let's just find a restaurant to eat at first, and then have a big meal later, okay? I'll have a drink with you then."

"That couldn't be better!"

The nanny van led the convoy directly off the airport expressway at the Fourth Ring Road, intending to find a decent restaurant to eat at first.

Finally, they found a Shandong cuisine restaurant on a small street in Wangjing. It was not mealtime, so the couple went in and sat in a private room, ordering seven or eight dishes in one go.

About ten minutes later, no one cared about anyone else and they ate with great gusto.

Just then, someone came to disturb him. He Daqi was rubbing his cheeks until they were full, and then his phone on the table rang.

He finally managed to swallow the contents of his mouth with a can of cola, and reluctantly answered the phone.

"Hello? Uncle, what's up?"

“I called you this morning, but I couldn’t get through. When are you coming back to China? I need to talk to you about something.” He Bing immediately complained that he could never reach He Daqi by phone.

"I was on a plane at the time, the flight was over ten hours long, so it's normal that I couldn't get through. Uncle, is there anything that can't be said on the phone?"

"You're back in China?" He Bing was slightly taken aback, not expecting He Daqi to return overnight.

Without waiting for He Daqi's response, he spoke again: "I'll be home around 5:30. Come find me then."

"Okay, is there anything else? If not, I'll hang up now, I'm eating right now."

"It's alright, go ahead and eat."

After hanging up the phone, He Daqi continued to enjoy his meal.

……

It was almost six o'clock in the evening.

He Daqi led Zhou Huimin to push open the door of He Bing's house.

The two little rascals were playing house on the floor with Charlie, while Grandpa and Grandma He stood nearby, both smiling broadly, clearly in good spirits. Noticing He Daqi's arrival, the three little ones jumped up, shouting excitedly.

With its short legs, it rushed to He Daqi and his wife, jumping and skipping around them.

He Daqi patted Charlie's head, then pinched the cheeks of his two mischievous children. He turned to Zhou Huimin and gestured for her to play with the children. He then greeted Grandpa He and Grandma He before following He Bing, who was waving, into the study.

"Uncle, what's the matter that you called me over in such a hurry?"

As soon as he sat down, He Daqi noticed He Bing frowning and deep in thought, so he cheerfully asked a question.

He Bing looked up and carefully examined his nephew.

He Daqi always has a smile on his face now. I wonder if it's because he's been acting too much. Before, you could tell his mood from his acting, but now it's impossible to figure out what he's thinking.

He Bing sighed inwardly, realizing that his nephew had become increasingly unpredictable.

"Daqi, go and resign from your job at the Central Bank in a couple of days. I used to think I'd leave you a way out, but now it's a bit of a burden. The sooner you leave, the simpler your personnel file will be."

He Daqi was taken aback when he heard this, and looked at He Bing with a puzzled expression. He had almost forgotten about the children's channel editing job until He Bing mentioned it. Now that He Bing brought it up, it was clear that something had changed.

"When I joined the company, I didn't have to be present in person, but now I have to handle the resignation process myself?"

"Yeah, that's how it is." He Bing nodded, took out a cigarette, lit it, took a puff, and exhaled smoke that covered half of his face.

"What's going on? Has the central bank made a change? Are they going to investigate those who are not actually receiving salaries?"

“It’s not that the central bank has changed, but that you have changed. You are now valuable to be courted, so you will probably be given a lot of work in the future.” He Bing finished speaking and pointed to the newspaper on the table.

He Daqi pulled it over and saw that the front page headline was a report on his concert in Bald Eagle, with the headline specifically highlighting the 100,000 audience members. The photo below the headline was of his fans waving glow sticks and cheering him on while he was singing last night.

The photographer is quite skilled; this photo is a great snapshot, capturing the atmosphere of the massive crowd of 100,000 people at the event.

"Is there any value in being recruited..." Looking at the photo, He Daqi smiled self-deprecatingly.

He Bing doesn't need to explain anything further; it's definitely necessary to clean up the files now.

Seeing that He Daqi understood his meaning and pursed his lips without saying anything, He Bing chuckled and said, "I was originally thinking that we uncle and nephew would have a drink on New Year's Eve, but now you don't have to think about it. You've definitely been scheduled for the Spring Festival Gala. You really know how to cause trouble. You can't get anywhere in China anymore, so you've caused trouble all over the world."

What can He Daqi say? If there were a way to undo his mistakes, he would never release an album, even if it meant his life.

Look how busy I've been these past two months since this album came out!

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The weather seems to have suddenly turned cold.

After an autumn rain, the temperature never rose again.

After finally completing 30 concerts in China, He Daqi is now staying at home and it's not good at all.

My hair is a mess; I've only washed it and haven't combed it. It looks like a bird's nest.

He wears pajamas all day long, and if his fans saw him, they might not recognize him for a while. They might not realize that this slovenly guy is the radiant He Daqi on stage.

"Quick, quick! Brother Chao, come and support me! Why the hell did you steal the Sword Saint when you're so bad at this?" He Daqi shouted excitedly, hurling insults at people in the voice chat while controlling his hero.

Zhou Huimin, who was sitting next to him, was also staring intently at the screen and chimed in, "That's right! Deng Chao always picks the wrong people. If you can't play, why are you playing the Sword Saint? Why not give it to Da Qi?"

Unfortunately, Zhou Huimin's agreement did not earn He Daqi's approval. This guy showed no mercy and made a lot of nonsense in the voice chat: "Come on, you're not much better! Why are you always hiding in the back when playing a Moon Maiden? Do you think you're a ranged hero?"

This piece of shit!

Zhou Huimin felt her fist harden, and she suppressed her anger as she argued, "I made a mistake in choosing the Light Ranger, I don't know how to play the Moon Maiden..."

Before she could finish speaking, He Daqi interrupted, "Then you'll have to practice cooking more!"

Hearing the laughter of others in the voice chat, Zhou Huimin could no longer tolerate it. Originally, she was properly fighting and protecting He Daqi in the team battle, but she turned her character around and left. Yang Rong controlled the Demon Hunter and Cui Bo controlled the Mountain King, who rushed in front of He Daqi's Archmage and immediately transformed and used their ultimate skills. He Daqi's Archmage was down after only a few hits.

The battle quickly turned one-sided, and the screen was soon filled with the words "defeat".

"You bunch of noobs!"

"You're the noob! You can die even playing a mage while hiding in the back!"

"Chenghai 3C isn't fun, let's try something else next time."

"Next time I'll play CS."

"He Daqi is a master artist! He Daqi is a master artist!"

"Yes, He Daqi is a novice; the last wave was all his fault."

After the game ended, the voice chat channel immediately started chattering like dozens of ducks jumping in, each talking their own thing.

He Daqi couldn't out-argue them all by himself, so he angrily took off his headset and threw it on the table.

Seeing his exasperated look, Vivian Chow, who was sitting cross-legged on the chair, happily hummed a song, which was a song from He Daqi's album.

"Quickly brush away the dust, don't dirty your eyes, perhaps you've already forgotten in your laughter and conversation."

He Daqi was quite speechless. He originally wanted to question Zhou Huimin about why she had stayed by his side at the beginning but then left at the crucial moment, but the words stuck in his throat.

Seeing Zhou Huimin tilting her head back and forth, He Daqi scoffed, got up, and turned to leave the bedroom.

Feeling melancholy, he wanted to go out for some peace and quiet, but as soon as he opened the villa door, he took only two steps and was shivering from the cold wind, so he scurried back into the villa.

It's unbelievable! A few days ago, before it rained, the temperature was around 15 or 16 degrees Celsius, but now that 10 has disappeared, and it's down to 5 or 6 degrees Celsius.

He Daqi went to the kitchen, washed a winter peach, and walked towards the bedroom while munching on it, intending to tempt Zhou Huimin.

He knew that Zhou Huimin was also very lazy at home, and would definitely come over and take the one he had washed instead of washing one herself.

As soon as I got to the door, my phone, which was plugged in and charging, rang on the bedside table.

He Daqi raised an eyebrow, picked up the phone, and glanced at it. After seeing the name on the caller ID, he instantly knew why the call was being made.

Just as he pressed the answer button, before he could even speak, Zhou Huimin snatched the winter peach from his hand, smiling as she munched on it while leaning closer to listen to who was calling He Daqi.

(End of this chapter)