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Chapter 446 Aftermath and New Partner

The premiere of "Where Are We Going, Dad?" has finally reminded everyone of the terrifying viewership dominance that He Daqi had when he filmed TV dramas back then.

Not to mention that this time it was broadcast simultaneously by four satellite TV stations. Basically, overnight, the group of young guests from "Where Are We Going, Dad?" dominated the charts in the entire mainland entertainment industry.

This is exactly the effect He Daqi wanted; otherwise, he wouldn't have agreed to a joint premiere by four satellite TV stations.

This variety show is groundbreaking for mainland China right now. Even if it's sold for a second episode, it can fetch a good price. Selling too much for the first episode is a bit short-sighted, but considering the results so far, this financial loss is nothing.

It's funny, the entire Chinese-language entertainment industry is in a state of confusion right now.

The news that He Daqi has two children hadn't quite caught everyone's attention yet, and everyone was waiting to see how things would unfold. But then things took a dramatic turn. First, there was the "mom" meme, then "Where Are We Going, Dad?" aired, and He Daqi's two adorable little ones melted the hearts of a huge crowd.

The rhythm is truly dazzling.

Those who were eyeing He Daqi and plotting against him were unhappy; those who were planning to cause trouble during the chaos were unhappy; and those who wanted to take the opportunity to discuss cooperation with Ya Yue were also unhappy.

Even He Daqi was very unhappy.

The trending topics are currently dominated by adorable kids, and everyone is stuck. If anyone wants to stir things up, they'll have to wait until the third and fourth episodes of "Where Are We Going, Dad?" air in the second week before they have a chance.

This is an unspoken understanding among insiders; beneath the lively and harmonious atmosphere, at least three powder kegs are poised to explode.

While everyone was preparing to enjoy the gossip, they were also afraid of becoming the gossip themselves, so He Daqi and his wife's phones started ringing non-stop again.

Whether they knew them or not, they all asked someone to come and show their face; in short, it was all about the same thing.

You guys fight your battle, but don't drag us little Karami into it. Last time you guys were so passionately spraying each other with AKs, it was a bit too scary. Now everyone's scared. This time, it's best to stick to knives and not guns, and keep the friendly fire within an acceptable range.

He Daqi was a man of his word, agreeing to anything anyone said. His quickness was so unbelievable that it seemed fake. After repeatedly confirming that He Daqi wasn't being sarcastic, I hung up the phone with a heavy heart.

As for why He Daqi agreed so readily, it was simply because he really didn't intend to take action; these people had come to the wrong place.

It's said that husband and wife are one, but He Daqi and his wife are definitely not one now.

Everything was going well for He Daqi; things were peaceful and harmonious, and there weren't many unpleasant things. He hadn't originally planned to cause any trouble.

Vivian Chow is different; she's an active volcano. Now, not only has her accumulated strength reached a critical point, but she's also gained a violent boost.

Now all that's missing is someone foolish enough to jump out and throw a grain of sand into the volcano, otherwise Vivian Chow herself will burst out and vent her anger on someone.

So now, He Daqi is just like the general public, waiting to watch the show. It's better for others to suffer than for him to suffer. He Daqi doesn't want to stop someone from taking the blame.

Everyone was waiting for the silent explosion, and for a while, apart from news about adorable children, no one else in the entertainment industry even released press releases.

After a week of this, with both of us trying to avoid each other, the third and fourth episodes of "Where Are We Going, Dad?" premiered, and the ratings hit a new high, dazzling many people.

Riding this wave, Ya Yue's listing proceeded smoothly without any setbacks.

No, there were still some twists and turns.

Lin Jianyue signed a confidentiality agreement with someone, and sold half of his shares in Yayue at a confidential price.

He Daqi, the buyer, also knew Wang Rui; it was Gou Chuzhong, a friend of Wang Rui.

This is a very strange thing. Apart from the fact that each company contributed a small portion of the original shares of Asia-Pacific International Holdings Limited (Asia-Pacific) as star shares in preparation for its listing, basically no one was willing to touch them anymore.

Nobody's stupid. How could they possibly sell their original shares so close to the IPO? As long as the IPO is successful, even if they don't make several times their initial investment, doubling their wealth shouldn't be a problem. But Lin Jianyue sold half of them at this particular time, which made He Daqi suspicious.

Lin Jianyue is no fool. His actions demonstrate that he gained more from selling Yayue shares than from the stock market.

They're already secretly making a deal, so He Daqi can't just call them and ask questions, can he?

However, it's not right not to ask about this. He can't ask Lin Jianyue, so He Daqi can only ask Wang Rui to arrange a meeting with Gou Chuzhong. Otherwise, He Daqi will have to consider whether to quickly get Zhou Huimin to sell off Ya Yue's shares and start a new film and television company.

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"Daqi, didn't you promise me you wouldn't cause trouble this time?" Ma Yingjun's voice sounded anxious on the phone.

"Brother Ma, I swear to God! I really didn't cause any trouble this time. It was my wife who was pulling people and beating them." He Daqi was equally innocuous, sounding as innocent as could be.

Ma Yingjun was probably furious. He took a few deep breaths and didn't reply. After a long while, he finally spoke up, somewhat speechlessly: "Isn't it the same as you hitting someone when your wife hits them? What? You're still trying to play dirty tricks on me? Don't tell me you can't control your wife."

"Hey! You're absolutely right, I really can't control my wife, I'm notoriously henpecked." He Daqi clearly intended to stick to his wife no matter what.

He knew why Ma Yingjun had called: he wanted him to avoid getting too estranged from other factions in the entertainment industry, to save face for each other, so that they might be able to cooperate in the future.

However, He Daqi now considers himself a semi-retired person and doesn't want to be polite to anyone. He originally filmed "Where Are We Going, Dad?" so that his two children could make a formal appearance. Now that he has no more scruples, who cares who he is?

Whoever lays the hand on whom, whether you get hurt or not, you need to survive first. After this is over, if you can still speak for yourself in the entertainment industry, He Daqi won't mind paying some medical expenses.

"Stop talking nonsense! It's not like you're the one who's not henpecked!"

Ma Yingjun sensed He Daqi's determination and became somewhat exasperated.

He Daqi is a scoundrel. He talked a good game at first, but when it came to actually fighting, he was ruthless.

This time, several bigwigs from the Beijing Film Academy came to Ma Yingjun at the same time to inquire about information, just wanting to know when He Daqi's side would quiet down.

Zhou Huimin was leisurely painting her toenails when she heard Ma Yingjun's excited chatter on He Daqi's phone. She gave He Daqi a strange look, as if to say, "What's so great about being henpecked?"
Instead of having doubts in her heart, she answered them with actions. Zhou Huimin put her foot on He Daqi's leg, held up her nail polish and gestured. Seeing that He Daqi was unwilling, she kicked him twice.

He Daqi glanced at Zhou Huimin, slapped her feet twice, and then expertly started painting her nails with nail polish. He was a pro; now He Daqi's skills were even better than Zhou Huimin's. He had so much emotional energy that he had added all sorts of random skills to it.

"Brother Ma, don't worry about this. Even if I give you a straight answer, you'll still have to believe me, right? This time it really was my wife who did it, and I couldn't stop her. But you can tell me a list, and I'll talk to my wife about it. We'll put the people on the list aside for now."

He Daqi put his phone on speakerphone on the table and started painting Zhou Huimin's nails while talking to Ma Yingjun.

"Okay, I understand." Ma Yingjun knew he wouldn't hear anything else from He Daqi today, so he replied and hung up the phone.

Things happened one after another. No sooner had Ma Yingjun hung up than He Daqi's phone rang.

Without even checking who was calling, he casually swiped to press the speakerphone button: "Hello, this is He Daqi."

"Daqi, this is Sister Hua."

Upon hearing that it was Wang Jinghua calling, Zhou Huimin took He Daqi's phone and asked softly, "What's wrong?"

“Vivian, the Wang brothers came to see me. They said they want you to lend a hand. There might be a misunderstanding between Huayi and our Yayue, and we've been working together on quite a few projects. What do you think about this…” Wang Jinghua didn’t say exactly what to do, meaning she wanted Zhou Huimin to make the decision.

"Since it's a misunderstanding, let's just talk it out. I saw several of them suddenly jumping out and talking nonsense, and I thought they were going to start a fight. By the way, what kind of cooperation does Huayi have with us now? TV series? Or movies?"

Wang Jinghua shook her head helplessly when she heard Zhou Huimin's perfunctory reply. Huayi was just testing the waters, but you went and attacked each of Huayi's artists one by one. Even the big and small Wangs came to me, a friend with a grudge, to make peace. And then you said that the misunderstanding was cleared up. Do you have to use your power to bully people like this?

"Currently, the biggest collaborative project is Painted Skin 2. Zhou Xun is, after all, a pillar of Huayi Brothers. Since neither you nor Da Qi are starring in the sequel, we can only rely on Zhou Xun to carry Painted Skin 2. There's no other way. Other collaborative projects are dispensable."

However, I've spoken with Zhou Xun, and she has about a year and a half left on her contract. After that, she won't renew with Huayi Brothers; she wants to start her own studio, and she's invited us to invest in it.

"Okay, then let's do it your way."

After hanging up the phone, Zhou Huimin turned her head and looked at herself. She noticed that He Daqi had painted her toenails quite well, making them shiny and bright, which put her in a good mood.

Zhou Huimin nimbly curled her ten toes twice, revealing their plump, translucent flesh. She happily lifted one foot and said, "Daqi, aren't my feet pretty? Do you want to kiss them?"

"roll!"

"Aren't you henpecked? You're not happy about me kissing your feet?" Zhou Huimin chuckled and pushed her feet towards He Daqi's face.

"I'm telling you! Don't go looking for a beating!"

He Daqi slapped Zhou Huimin's foot away, got up and went back to the bedroom, opened the wardrobe, and prepared to change clothes and go out.

Like a persistent snake, Vivian Chow followed him in, whining and rubbing her face against his back, and muttered, "I want to go with you too."

"We're moving the day after tomorrow. Instead of staying home and tidying up, why are you going out with me for no reason?"

While Zhou Huimin might not care about other things, she immediately perked up when this topic came up.

She stopped bothering He Daqi and sat happily on the bed watching him change clothes. She smiled and told He Daqi about her plans, saying that she had to do this and that when moving to the new house, as if she had suddenly become a diligent fairy godmother.

He Daqi wasn't listening at all, just nodding and agreeing. How could he not know what kind of person his wife was? She was just doing whatever came to mind.

It's late November, and with a light rain, the weather suddenly turned cold. Before the rain, the temperature was around 7 or 8 degrees Celsius at night, but after the rain, it could drop below zero.

He Daqi was dressed casually, carrying a trench coat as a safety net. Afraid of being cold when he came back in the afternoon, he tidied his hair a bit and left the house clean and handsome, ignoring Zhou Huimin's nagging behind him.

I had arranged to have lunch with Wang Rui. Now that Wang Rui has been staying in Beijing for a long time, his tastes have changed. He actually invited me to Donglaishun, saying that it's the season for mutton.

Does He Daqi, a native of Beijing, not know whether it's lamb season or not?

However, he also knew why Wang Rui had arranged to meet here. It was a hot pot with two broths, which could also be considered a hot pot meal. Donglaishun had all the condiments, suitable for both northern and southern cooking styles, and it took care of both He Daqi and Gou Chuzhong.

In fact, Wang Rui was completely overthinking it. He Daqi was an unparalleled gourmand, and he would accept whatever came his way.

He grew up in Hong Kong in his previous life, and lived in Beijing with his grandfather for a long time when he was around ten years old. Later, most of his grandfather's old neighbors left, and he went back to Hong Kong with his grandfather, so he is not picky about food.

"Brother Rui, didn't you say 11:30? I was thinking that since I asked you to help me make an appointment today, I should come early. I didn't expect you guys to be here even earlier than me."

He Daqi pushed open the door to the private room and saw Wang Rui and Gou Chuzhong at Ziga Xiaojiu. He greeted them with some surprise.

"Haha, Daqi, no need to be so polite. I know why you're looking for Lao Gou. I didn't expect him to buy Lin Jianyue's shares in Yayue. It's alright, don't worry at all. I guarantee Lao Gou that he has absolutely no ulterior motives for investing in Yayue."

"If you can't speak like a human being, I don't mind giving you a good talking-to!" Gou Chuzhong was clearly bothered by Wang Rui calling him an "old dog" in front of outsiders. His eyes rolled back until only white remained, and he looked very unhappy.

"Brother Zhong, we meet again. I didn't expect we'd become business partners now." He Daqi knew things were going well when Wang Rui gave his guarantee, so he didn't say much and sat down next to Gou Chuzhong with a smile, less formal and more enthusiastic.

"Daqi, the reason I invested in Yayue is that when I set up a film and television company in Haojiang, I want Yayue to provide some people to help me set up the framework. Originally, I wanted to invest in Lin Jianyue's Huanya, but I found that Huanya had become too conspicuous by him, so I can only try to get some benefits from you. Don't worry, I'll ask you to sign an agreement in a couple of days. You will manage my shares in the future, and Yayue will remain the same as before."

"No, Brother Zhong, I didn't mean that. I just found out I had a new business partner, so I asked you to come out and chat."

He Daqi was now even more relieved. Gou Chuzhong was able to get shares from Lin Jianyue, which meant he must have some tricks up his sleeve. If possible, He Daqi didn't want to argue with such a person for no reason.

"Daqi, what do you think of my suggestion from last time? Have you considered acting in it? I thought about it again and felt we could be even more meticulous. Let's take over from Dragon City Years and Peace and make a third installment. You can play the lead role, fighting against Jimmy and the leader of the Southeast Asian triads, coming back to compete for the top spot. Do you think this plot is feasible?"

As soon as Gou Chuzhong finished speaking, Wang Rui retorted irritably, "Daqi, ignore him. What does he know about making movies? What era are we in that he's still making gangster films? Just focus on your own business and don't bother with this jerk."

(End of this chapter)