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Chapter 450 Serious Snow
2008 has passed, and He Daqi doesn't miss it at all.

Unlike 07, in 08, He Daqi practically turned the entertainment industry into his own personal mess.

Not to mention that He Daqi and his wife used underhanded tactics twice at the end and middle of the year, not to mention the unprecedented variety show "Where Are We Going, Dad?", which completely dominated the ratings in the last two months of 08.

The box office success of Painted Skin, achieved solely through ticket subsidies, left everyone in the entertainment industry in awe, with no desire to catch up.

It's too wild, I can't play with it.

Entertainment media in 08 were fortunate; they had so many things to report on, and even if the news had faded, they could easily write an article to savor the leftover bits and pieces.

Photographer Chen, exposés on various Taiwanese celebrities, an insider who was beaten to death by He Daqi and his wife, the Olympics, He Daqi's two children, and the phenomenal variety show "Where Are We Going, Dad?".

All the hot news from the previous few years combined doesn't equal the number of explosive news stories in 08.

Moreover, most of these news items were related to He Daqi, so He Daqi didn't miss 2008 at all.

His lack of nostalgia is similar to Ning Hao's lack of nostalgia for Li An.

"Damn Li An, he deserves to die!"

Ning Hao's everyday catchphrases.

The yellow sand of the Northwest was overwhelming. He Daqi was quite looking forward to the trip, but once he arrived, he behaved himself and didn't cause any trouble. He obediently followed the crew and didn't seem to be visiting the set; it was more like he was seeking refuge.

"Can you play the role of a police officer for a while?"

"Whatever, but aren't the police mostly in the first and last few scenes? They rarely appear in the middle, right?"

He Daqi had seen the original film of No Man's Land in the film library and had a vague impression of it, but he didn't know what version Ning Hao had changed No Man's Land to now.

"I knew you'd come to visit the set, so I deliberately left the beginning unfilmed." Ning Hao beamed with pride, giving himself full marks for his cleverness.

He Daqi was too lazy to argue with him. At most, it would only be a few scenes at the beginning. He was already being very generous by coming over to eat sand for two days. Anyway, he would leave after two days. Ning Hao wouldn't possibly arrange ten scenes for him in two days, would he?

"Daqi, we've been here for half a day now. What do you think of this Gobi Desert?"

Huang Bo's appearance is quite comical. To be honest, he does look a bit fierce without his hair. I wonder if it's because Ning Hao made him experience life in a slaughterhouse.

"It's terrible, it's not a place for humans to stay. Only someone with a brain like Ning Hao would be willing to come here and suffer. It's one thing for him to suffer, but he also has to drag a whole bunch of people with him. Isn't that just plain mean-spirited? Don't you agree, Brother Bo?"

"Yes, there's absolutely nothing wrong with it!"

Huang Bo nodded vigorously in agreement.

He Daqi didn't hide anything from the cricket enthusiasts; he cricketed right in front of them.

Ning Hao pretended not to hear. If he were even a little more thin-skinned, he wouldn't have achieved what he has today.

Right now, Ning Hao is discussing filming matters with Xu Guangtou, who has finished filming. Ning Hao is not one to monopolize power, which is very different from Jiang Wen.

He never holds back anything when someone is willing to learn from him; however, he only teaches once, and whether they learn it or not is another matter.

He Daqi only remembered that he had another purpose for coming here when he saw Xu Guangtou, who was being humble and eager to learn.

"Zheng looks much more handsome with the wig on."

"No matter how handsome he is, he can't be as handsome as you."

Xu Guangtou responded with a smile. He was quick-witted. After all, he had cooperated with Ya Yue so many times, but He Daqi had never had a serious conversation with him. This time, He Daqi came over with a smile and started a conversation, so there must be something going on.

"Zheng-ge, I've noticed you're quite interested in learning about behind-the-scenes production. Do you want to direct your own movie?"

"...I have that idea." Xu Guangtou was delighted and nodded in agreement after a slight hesitation.

"Is your schedule full this year? Asia-Vietnam has a comedy script that seems quite suitable for beginners. If you have time to finish filming 'No Man's Land,' you can go to Asia-Vietnam to take a look."

"Since you've said so, Daqi, then I must make time!"

He Daqi smiled and didn't say anything more, letting Xu Guangtou and Ning Hao continue discussing the No Man's Land plot.

His visit to Xu Guangtou wasn't, as some claimed, to give a new director a chance.

It was just a small amount of resources that Deng Chao and Wang Baoqiang casually promised Wang Baoqiang when they went to He Daqi's house for drinks last year.

He Daqi doesn't need to worry much. He only needs to glance at the film library and find projects that are popular and profitable for him based on the timeline.

Wang Baoqiang's most recent suitable project is "Lost in Thailand," which he co-starred in with Xu Guangtou 10 years ago. The filming took less than three months and grossed nearly 40 million yuan at the box office. The script was produced 10 years ago.

He Daqi submitted a rough draft of the script to the Asia-Pacific editorial department a year in advance, extracting the main jokes and contacting the original scriptwriter to expedite its release.

Of course, most importantly, He Daqi discovered a series of "Lost in Thailand" movies after following the story of "Lost in Thailand".

Otherwise, a movie with a box office of only tens of millions wouldn't be worth He Daqi's special effort to read through the script. In addition, the movie "Lost in Thailand" is not impossible to produce, so He Daqi put in a little effort.

got windy.

The wind was quite strong, and He Daqi watched helplessly as a layer of sand dune in the distance was flattened by the wind. Many people saw this scene, including Ning Hao.

"A sandstorm is coming. Quickly pack up the cameras and forget about everything else. Let's all get into the shipping containers to avoid the sandstorm."

Ning Hao's command was so skillful that He Daqi was completely numb.

He had only heard Ning Hao complain on the phone about how difficult the filming was, but he didn't expect it to be this difficult.

Squatting inside the container, listening to the howling wind outside that blotted out the sun, He Daqi really wanted to grab Ning Hao by the collar and ask him how he found such an awesome filming location.

Especially after the sandstorm passed, He Daqi got out of the container and looked around. When he found that a small section of the road was buried by yellow sand, He Daqi immediately didn't want to stay there any longer.

Relying on his meager loyalty, He Daqi quickly left after Ning Hao finished his cameo appearances in the first few scenes, as if someone was chasing after him and calling out, "Fellow Daoist, please wait!"

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As the festive atmosphere grows stronger, pedestrians on the street are walking faster and faster.

Of course, the elderly men and women in Beijing are still the same as always, gathering together, talking about traditional Chinese culture, and discussing current affairs in simple and easy-to-understand language.

They also do things that people hate, such as commenting on hurried passersby or chatting about their new neighbors.

The elderly folks have all been through a lot; they even learned how to counter espionage when they were young, and they all have some skills.

So they often have very interesting conversations, and it's easy for them to find fault with the new neighbors, leaving them nowhere to hide.

He Daqi understands this all too well. Since moving to his new home, enthusiastic elderly folks have reported him several times, not for any other reason than to see who's so audacious as to live in such a large house on the North Third Ring Road. Fortunately, the police stopped coming after inspecting the place twice. And when enthusiastic elderly folks report him again, the police usually explain that it's a new era, and the size of one's house is a matter of personal freedom.

To be honest, I never experienced this when I lived in Haidian. I've only been in Chaoyang for less than two months, and I've already gained new insights into life.

So He Daqi gave in and decided to try to please his neighbors, at least to win over the elderly folks.

"Great-grandfather, what is Laba porridge?"

The little girl was much gluttonous than the little radish head. She was tugging at Grandpa He's sleeve with one hand and stuffing her chubby little finger into her mouth with the other, trying to stop herself from drooling.

The old lady smiled and gently pulled the little girl's finger out of her mouth, then stroked her cheek with her finger before beginning to tell her about the customs of Laba porridge.

The old lady's words were quite good, but unfortunately, almost none of the children listened.

Whether it was Huanhuan and Lele or Little Charlie, they were all drooling as they watched He Daqi stirring the big pot with a large spatula.

He Daqi's Laba porridge is different from ordinary Laba porridge; it's a recipe he learned from his grandfather in his previous life.

He was too lazy to do it before because he thought it was too much trouble, but now that there are new troubles, He Daqi has to be more diligent and use small troubles to cover up big troubles.

"Daqi, how come I didn't know you could make this kind of Laba porridge? To be honest, it smells really good, even better than the hazelnut porridge sold in stores."

He Bing had just finished washing his hands and came out. He couldn't help but praise the aroma. It was worth it for him to come over in the early morning and help build a simple earthen stove with red bricks and mud.

He Daqi didn't bother to explain further, casually replying, "I just learned it, so I'm just testing my skills."

To cook this porridge properly, you can't stop stirring it. Right now, He Daqi is holding a large spatula and stirring it constantly, afraid of burning the bottom of the pot.

He started cooking it before dawn and has been cooking it ever since. The aroma of the porridge has even woken up Zhou Huimin, a diligent person who doesn't get up until late in the morning. You can imagine how delicious He Daqi's Laba porridge must be.

The reason I called Mr. and Mrs. He here today is to ask the two elderly people to help deliver porridge. I don't want anything else. Anyway, the demolition around the North Third Ring Road is happening fast. I guess they can only deliver it this year, and the surrounding area should be almost completely demolished next year.

Once it's built, the elderly will have a whole host of new goals and won't be staring at their manor villas anymore.

"Come on, let's serve a bowl to these three little gluttons first. Look how eager they are, they're practically reaching into the pot to scoop them up and eat them."

When Grandpa He saw that He Daqi had stopped cooking, he knew that the porridge was cooked to perfection. He immediately laughed and brought out a large bowl, asking He Daqi to scoop out a bowl and let it cool.

Not to mention the three little ones jumping and hopping around Grandpa He, He Daqi had the Longhu brothers bring over a large stainless steel thermos used in the canteen. The thermos was filled to the brim, and there was still a lot left in the pot, just enough for his family to drink.

After the Longhu brothers drove off to deliver porridge to Grandpa He and Grandma He, He Bing, slurping his porridge, asked He Daqi, "Are you going to be on the Spring Festival Gala this year?"

“Go for it. I’m so popular this year, it would be a problem if I didn’t go.”

"Okay, I got it. Anyway, we don't have to visit our old neighbors on the first day of the Lunar New Year, so we can have a proper family reunion dinner."

This year's New Year is earlier than usual; the Little New Year is on January 18th, and New Year's Eve is on January 25th.

Even though the dates are only 80 or 90 days different from previous years, the feeling is very different.

There's always this sudden, unexpected feeling that January has arrived and before you know it, the Lunar New Year is almost here.

This year, the biggest difference is that the snow came exceptionally late. Even at the beginning of January, He Daqi hadn't seen many snowflakes fall.

How can anyone feel any urgency about the upcoming Chinese New Year?
Savoring the Laba porridge and watching the little ones laughing and playing happily, He Daqi gently curled the corners of his mouth.

The worst thing is to keep nagging about things.

While cooking Laba porridge in the morning, He Daqi was still thinking to himself that the snow came late this year.

As it turned out, things took a turn for the worse in the afternoon.

Dark clouds loomed over the city, threatening to crush it; He Daqi had truly experienced this firsthand.

It was darker in broad daylight than at night; someone who didn't know better would have thought it was a total solar eclipse.

Fortunately, He Bing has moved here now. When he saw that the weather was not good, he immediately led the elderly and children back to his own villa.

Not long after they left, heavy snow began to fall.

It was truly a heavy snowfall, and it just kept falling without stopping, as if it were trying to make up for all the snow that hadn't fallen before. Anyway, when He Daqi opened the door to take a look at dinner time, the snow outside was already ankle-deep.

He Daqi didn't care, or rather, none of the adults cared. Only the two little ones were incredibly excited, dreaming of inviting Charlie over to build a snowman the next day.

The adults, however, started to care the next day.

The snow started falling yesterday afternoon and continued all night.

The large, flat area in front of the He Daqi Manor villa clearly indicates a heavy snowfall.

Last night it only went up to my ankles, but this year it's already up to my knees.

This snow is outrageous!
Whether it was He Daqi and his wife or Zhou's mother, they were all standing at the villa entrance in a daze.

This happened so suddenly; no one expected that the snow would last for more than ten hours straight without stopping.

"Has there ever been such heavy snowfall in Beijing before?" Zhou Huimin asked with some curiosity.

“No, I’ve never had one as long as I can remember.” He Daqi shook his head gently.

The scene before him reminded him of when he entered the Jijihao World Simulation. The snow was heavy, but the problem was that this wasn't Northeast China!

The phone in his pajama pocket rang. He took it out and saw that it was Liu Ying calling.

"Sister Liu, what's the matter?"

“Daqi, the street office has notified all units that the roads are impassable. If you have something to do at the company, don’t go. I’ve discussed it with Sister Hua and we’ve decided to give you an emergency leave. Anyway, our company won’t be busy after New Year’s Day, so it’s fine to go back to work after this period.”

"okay, got it."

After hanging up the phone, He Daqi shrugged at Zhou Huimin and said, "I'm even more certain now that Beijing has never had such heavy snow before."

The snow fell for a full day and night, a real full day and night.

It drifted intermittently for another two days, eventually causing schools to close and hundreds of flights to be grounded at the airport.

Meteorological experts came out with various analyses, but they all came to the same conclusion: this snowfall was the heaviest in Beijing since the founding of the People's Republic of China.

Like an assassin, it came suddenly; no one expected it to rain so heavily.

(End of this chapter)