This actor has something

Chapter 416 Hesitation
"Brother, what exactly does this guy do?"

He Daqi also noticed something was wrong. He knew that Cheng Long wouldn't try to disgust him unless he was alright, especially since he had helped him a lot recently.

"Qi Zai, it's a misunderstanding. Come in with your older brother first, and let's sort things out."

After seeing that Adolf Reinhard had stopped acting crazy, Cheng Long turned around and said to He Daqi with a wry smile.

He Daqi readily agreed, nodded, reached out and picked up the food box that Cheng Long had just placed on the ground, and then returned to the courtyard house.

When Cheng Long arrived at the central court, he saw the two gift boxes on the ground and immediately guessed what had happened. He couldn't help but smile wryly again. To be honest, this smile was much more vivid than the one he had acted in the movie.

They sat down at the octagonal table.

He Daqi sat directly opposite Adolf Reinhard, keeping a good distance from him, for fear that the man would go crazy again.

Fortunately, Adolf Reinhard seemed to realize that he had gone a bit too far earlier. Now he sat obediently, staring at He Daqi without blinking, with a somewhat obsequious smile.

"Qi-zai, I don't need to introduce you to him. He definitely knows you. Let me introduce him to you. This gentleman is Mr. Adolf. Um... when he introduced himself, he said he was a director. The reason I brought him to Beijing to meet you is because someone in Hollywood vouched for him. It's a pair of very famous director brothers, the Coen brothers. I don't know if you know them, Qi-zai?"

Cheng Long explained in detail why he brought this person back. The connections of big directors in Hollywood are quite trustworthy, so after he finished explaining, he felt that He Daqi could probably understand him.

He Daqi truly understood Jackie Chan. He also knew who the Coen brothers were. Even though He Daqi was too lazy to learn about foreign celebrities, he still knew the Coen brothers. They were frequent guests on the awards stage. If they acted as guarantors, it would be very convenient for Jackie Chan to do them a favor.

He Daqi nodded to Cheng Long, then asked Adolf Reinhard across the table, "Mr. Adolf, may I ask what brings you all the way from the Bald Eagle to see me?"

When the name was read aloud, He Daqi finally understood. Adolf? What kind of director would he be with such a name? He should be making shampoo; you can tell from the name that it's very effective at removing oil.

"He! You are the Venus of my heart!" Seeing that He Daqi had finally spoken to him, Adolf Reinhard couldn't help but exclaim.

"Damn it!" He Daqi got goosebumps all over.

Zhou Huimin was bored at home and spent her days reading entertainment news. She had even told He Daqi about the Coen brothers' hobbies as a joke. Now, looking at the man in front of her, she figured he must have gotten in through connections, and she cursed him inwardly.

Turning to look at Cheng Long, He Daqi could only chuckle awkwardly. He couldn't respond to what Cheng Long was saying; this was Cheng Long's place, so he should just let Cheng Long get rid of this person quickly.

Even He Daqi is now starting to wonder if Cheng Long is upset because he failed to protect photographer Chen, and has just picked someone to annoy him.
Cheng Long, who was holding his forehead and looked like he had a persistent high fever, noticed He Daqi's strange look. Cheng Long sighed and said seriously to Adolf Reinhard, "Mr. Adolf, watch your words and actions. You'd better get straight to the point, or I'll have to see you out."

“Uh…” Adolf Reinhard finally calmed down.

This old guy is a bit obsessed. Finding He Daqi to make a movie has become his obsession. He thinks about it every day. He thinks about how enthusiastically he should invite He Daqi to star in his script if he really meets him. As a result, when he actually meets him, he can't help himself.

Seeing Cheng Long's cold expression, Adolf Reinhard finally came to his senses and realized that if he didn't explain himself properly today, he would lose the opportunity he had worked so hard for.

"He, I'd like to invite you to star in my movie. You're just the perfect male lead in my mind, both on and off screen. I've approached you several times, and I've even attended your concert, but unfortunately, I've always been unlucky and missed it all."

Adolf Reinhard spoke very sincerely, and it was obvious that he was telling the truth. After he finished speaking, he took out a script from the black briefcase behind him, leaned forward with his beer belly on the table, and placed the script in front of He Daqi.

He Daqi forced a smile in response, and refused without even looking at the script: "I'm sorry, Mr. Adolf, my schedule is full, and I probably won't have time for the next five years."

This perfunctory answer was so direct that Adolf Reinhard's eyes dimmed instantly. He pleaded urgently, "He, can you give me a chance to take a look at the script before deciding? The Coen brothers both said this script is good and it's very likely to win awards. Moreover, I've mentally rehearsed how to film it more than once. If it can really be filmed, I can guarantee that it can be completed in a month and won't take up much of your time."

After Adolf Reinhard finished speaking, seeing that both He Daqi and Cheng Long looked noncommittal, he knew that if he couldn't impress He Daqi today, he would completely lose his chance to climb up in Hollywood. So he spoke again:
“He, as long as you play the male lead, you will definitely win an international award. This role is really suitable for you. I am a German Jew and I know many great German directors. Although I have been down for many years, the directors who were with me back then are now judges. This is my unique advantage.”

Good guy!
He Daqi twitched the corner of his mouth and couldn't help but ask a completely unrelated question: "Mr. Adolf, what is your full name?"

"Adolf Reinhard".

That's a really good name!

Especially since he was a German Jew...

No wonder the Coen brothers were willing to vouch for him; the fact that this guy has lived to this age with such a name shows he's got some skills.

Believe it or not, He Daqi has actually become interested now.

He can't find the conditions to upgrade his acting skills again. There are no hints. If he could really win an international award, he wouldn't mind giving it a try. Maybe the international award is the prerequisite for upgrading.

He Daqi glanced at the script in front of him, but didn't open it. He tapped the script lightly twice with his finger, pondered for a moment, and then asked, "Mr. Adolf, what's the name of this script?"

""Wild Chrysanthemum""

Wild chrysanthemum?

He Daqi frowned slightly and immediately opened the film library to start searching.

Before long, his slightly furrowed brows turned into a deep frown.

That's strange, this movie isn't in the library. There are movies with the same name, but they're from the wrong era.

Could it be that the final film wasn't called by that name?
He Daqi refused to believe it and searched for the name Adolf Reinhard again, but still couldn't find any corresponding directors or works.

Could I have run into a scammer? The key question is, what kind of trick is this scammer using? Why start off acting crazy and scaring me like this?
Now He Daqi has no choice but to open the script and take a closer look.

The script wasn't thick; it was probably just a simplified version. He Daqi read it quickly, skimming through it.

After reading it, he clicked his tongue and fell into a dilemma.

He looked up at Adolf Reinhard, then thought about the story in the script, and roughly understood why the other man was so confident that he could win the award.

……

……

The two little ones were happily munching on ribs at the dinner table.

Zhou's mother looked at her two precious children with a smile, noticing that the two little ones had oil all over their mouths, but she didn't wipe it off, just watched them nibble on it.

Zhou Huimin was enjoying her snails, occasionally sucking on her fingers. Just as she finished one and was about to take another, she heard the sound of the villa gate opening.

Peeking out, I saw that it was He Daqi, who seemed distracted, who had returned.

"Didn't you go drinking with Jackie Chan? Why are you back?"

Seeing that He Daqi didn't seem to have been drinking, Zhou Huimin asked curiously, "Dad's back!"

"Dad, Grandma's stewed ribs smell amazing today, come and have a piece."

He Daqi put his mind at ease and walked into the restaurant with a hearty laugh. When he saw that the two little ones' cheeks were covered in oil, he didn't go over and kiss each of their little faces. Instead, he gently patted their little heads.

After sitting down next to Vivian Chow, he said, "I'm not drinking anymore. Something came up, and I wanted to come back and think about it."

Zhou Huimin didn't ask him what exactly happened, just grunted in response and continued to struggle with the spare ribs.

Seeing how much she was enjoying her food, He Daqi, who was also hungry, joined in the rib-eating frenzy.

After meal.

He Daqi sat on the sofa, watching cartoons with his child while pondering.

If I'm not mistaken, the film "Wild Chrysanthemum" was never made, and Adolf Reinhard was never famous.

Given the subject matter and the identity of Adolf Reinhard, this film would be quite likely to win awards if it were made.

So now it depends on whether He Daqi wants to film it, or whether he is able to film it.

After all, the subject matter is indeed somewhat sensitive.

He Daqi really didn't expect that Adolf Reinhard would write a story about South Korea. The key point is that if this movie were filmed in South Korea, it would probably offend some people.

If we don't show this filmed in South Korea, it will seem even more offensive.

"What are you thinking about?" Zhou Huimin walked over carrying a plate of pears.

As soon as it was placed on the table, the two little ones and He Daqi each grabbed one.

"I wasn't thinking about anything," He Daqi replied after taking a couple of bites of the pear.

"Why are you looking so downcast if you're not thinking about anything? If it were any other time when the three of you were watching TV together, you would have been making a ruckus by now. The fact that you're so quiet today means something must be on your mind."

As she spoke, Zhou Huimin sat down on the sofa. After finishing, she picked up a pear and took a bite. She was quite surprised and immediately said, "This pear is so sweet and fluffy. I bought it because it looked nice. Daqi, what kind of pear is this?"

“The first month is for sugar pears, the second month for zodiac pears. This is a red zodiac pear. Now is the season to eat these pears. In the past, these were tribute items,” He Daqi replied absentmindedly.

As if remembering something, he turned his head to look at Vivian Chow, then shook his head.

No, Vivian Chow is not suitable for the female lead.

He Daqi's behavior left Zhou Huimin somewhat bewildered.

What's wrong? He Daqi seems like a completely different person since he came back from Cheng Long's place.

Seeing He Daqi's absent-minded look, Zhou Huimin muttered to herself.

She already disliked Cheng Long and his gang, and now she started to wonder if Cheng Long had taken He Daqi out to fool around, and He Daqi was having so much fun that he was reminiscing about it at home.

"When you went there, Jackie Chan said on the phone that he brought you a friend. What? Did he bring Cecilia Cheung with him?"

"Huh?" He Daqi was taken aback for a moment, then said with a wry smile, "What are you thinking!"

"What are you thinking! Didn't he say he wanted to treat you? Did you have a lot of fun? Are you still reminiscing about it now? Tell me, what's different from the photos? Is the color darker? Are you wearing a police uniform too?"

Upon hearing this, He Daqi gave Zhou Huimin a disdainful sidelong glance.

"You're taking care of the child, what nonsense are you spouting!"

After saying that, he patted the two little ones' bottoms, signaling them not to stand and watch TV, but to sit on the sofa and watch. He continued, "Huanhuan and Lele, Daddy has something to do. You two stay here with Mommy and continue watching cartoons. I'll go back to my room first."

"Okay." X2
He Daqi got up from the sofa, not even glancing at Zhou Huimin, and slowly walked towards the bedroom.

As a result, I originally wanted to go back to the bedroom to grab my phone and browse Yabo.com to distract myself. I had just lain down on the bed and hadn't even taken out my phone when Zhou Huimin strolled in.

She glared at He Daqi, then slowly closed the door and locked it from the inside.

Why do you get so agitated when I bring this up? What are you avoiding?

"Who's getting angry? You're completely clueless!"

"Look, you're in a hurry."

Seeing Zhou Huimin constantly finding fault with him, He Daqi was so angry he laughed.

The couple knew each other too well, and He Daqi knew that Zhou Huimin's current unreasonable behavior was just for his benefit, mainly because he wanted her to talk about what was on her mind.

"Alright, stop guessing. Come sit by the bed, I'll tell you." He Daqi moved his body closer to the bed, patted the edge of the bed, and gestured for Zhou Huimin to sit down.

Zhou Huimin ignored him and climbed up directly, past He Daqi, and lay down on the inside, then snuggled up and pressed herself against He Daqi.

"Go ahead."

"I met a foreign director during my visit to Brother Jackie Chan's place. He showed me a script with a rather sensitive subject matter, which might cause some trouble in filming, but it's relatively easy to win awards. So I've been thinking about it a lot and didn't feel like drinking with Brother Jackie Chan, so I came straight back."

Zhou Huimin grasped the key point and asked, "What kind of award? An international award?"

"Correct."

"Where is the subject matter sensitive?" Zhou Huimin then asked.

"Humanity, the sins of war, and the bald eagle's military presence in South Korea, especially since this movie will definitely be filmed in South Korea, this is going to be troublesome."

Upon hearing this, Vivian Chow looked at Ho Ta-chi strangely, her tone somewhat surprised: "Do you need this international award? Why do you have to deal with sensitive topics? Especially after this movie is made, have you thought that your Korean fans might unfollow you, or even mark you as an unwelcome person over there?"

"You're absolutely right, that's exactly what I'm hesitating about. The key is that I really want this award."

(End of this chapter)