This actor has something

Chapter 452 Regretful Intentions, Unintentional Success

Is it over yet?

It's only been a few days since the New Year, and He Daqi has already pulled off another big one.

Reporters of all ranks who rely on the entertainment industry for their livelihood are truly stunned. After the Spring Festival, it's the time to relax and get back into work mode, but now they have to get up all night to rush their articles.

He Daqi didn't care about the award; he was just testing whether it was a prerequisite for skill upgrades. But others couldn't help but care.

It's only been six months since the Olympics, and 08 just ended. China has just showcased its great power status to the world, and right now a bunch of Western-worshipping dogs can't stand it and are busy promoting the idea that the grass is greener on the other side.

Out of the blue, He Daqi pulled this stunt; it was an uncanny coincidence.

The affirmative side believes that He Daqi winning the international Best Actor award is a source of honor for the Chinese people.

Since the opposing side couldn't discredit He Daqi, they could only argue about how valuable the award was.

So a group of entertainment reporters were dumbfounded.

What's going on? We haven't even started bragging yet, and you're already celebrating? Is being an entertainment reporter this hard these days? Can just anyone come in and make a living?

He Daqi is really something else; he hadn't even boarded the plane yet, and things were already turbulent back home.

Less than half an hour after receiving the award, the news had already spread far and wide. Even Vivian Chow only found out about her husband becoming an international film star after seeing the news.

Although He Daqi had previously said that he would definitely win the award this time and that everything was paved, Zhou Huimin still couldn't help but make a long-distance call when the moment came.

What audacity! Winning an award without even calling home to share the good news?
This phone call turned He Daqi's already disappointed mood into a sullen one. He hung up on Zhou Huimin after only a few words, and to prevent others from calling to share the good news as soon as they saw the news, He Daqi turned off his phone.

Sad.

If becoming an international film star isn't a prerequisite for skill upgrades, then what is? Sitting in first class, He Daqi fell into deep thought.

He has no ambitions now. He's rich and famous, with a wife, kids, and a warm bed. Right now, he's just focused on upgrading his skills. He doesn't care about anything else; he just wants to experience the wonders of a higher level of performance skills.

The simulation training space might even be upgraded, adding a few more fun elements to our otherwise peaceful lives.

The most likely option is no longer working, and it's no wonder that He Daqi is so frustrated.

If other male celebrities from mainland China knew that He Daqi wasn't happy about winning this award, they would definitely spit on him.

"So what exactly are the prerequisites for upgrading performance skills?" He Daqi muttered to himself.

"Daqi, are you talking to me?" Qin Long, who was sitting next to He Daqi, didn't hear a few words clearly, so he asked.

"No, I was thinking about something. Brother Long, why don't you take a nap too? It's a ten-hour flight." He Daqi said dismissively, then closed his eyes and entered the simulation training space.

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He Daqi walked home in the morning breeze.

He carried the trophy in his left hand and fried dough sticks, millet porridge, tofu pudding, and steamed buns in his right.

As soon as I entered the door, I was greeted by my two little rascals' unanimous congratulations: "Congratulations, Daddy, on winning the Berlin Film Festival's Best Actor award!"

Wow! This is like the Emperor returning to the palace; it's obvious that Zhou Huimin didn't teach him any good.

He Daqi put the things he was holding on the table, hugged his two naughty kids and kissed their little faces hard. The two little ones struggled out of He Daqi's arms with smiles and ran towards the things on the table.

He Daqi thought the two of them were going to get the trophy to play with, but it was obvious that the trophy was not as tempting as the meat buns. Soon the two little guys each had a big bun and were eating it with relish.

Vivian Chow lazily emerged from the bedroom, wearing thick pajamas and cotton slippers, clearly having just woken up, and most likely awakened by the noise of He Daqi returning home.

Instead of immediately eating the steamed bun, she picked up the trophy and examined it.

So, did your dream come true?

This unexpected question caught He Daqi completely off guard.

It took me a while to remember why I paid out of my own pocket to win the award: I told Vivian Chow it was for my dream.

He Daqi felt depressed whenever this matter was mentioned. He had wasted money. Although he didn't receive all of the money, he still felt he had lost out because he didn't get the results he wanted.

"Yes, it's a dream come true." He Daqi's tone didn't sound like a dream come true at all.

The two little ones were quite surprised to hear He Daqi say that.

"Dad, you fulfilled your dream, so why aren't you happy at all?"

"Yes, we were so happy after we bought the toys we wanted. Dad, why aren't you smiling?"

He Daqi grinned casually, pretending to be happy. He was about to say how happy he was when he heard a "ding" in his mind.

[Congratulations, host, you have met the first prerequisite for upgrading your performance skill.]

He Daqi's casual grin suddenly turned sour, giving his wife and two little brats a good demonstration of what a true villain looks like.

"Hahahaha, do you think Dad's happiness is as great as you imagine? You're wrong, you can't even begin to imagine how happy Dad is!"

His sudden change of expression left Zhou Huimin and her two children completely bewildered, unable to understand why He Daqi had suddenly fallen ill.

At this moment, He Daqi felt that everything was beautiful. His wife was beautiful, his son and daughter were cute, and even the Best Actor trophy, which he hadn't paid much attention to along the way, now looked pleasing to the eye.

Seeing the two children staring blankly, he laughed and pinched their cheeks. Turning his head, he saw that Zhou Huimin also looked a little lost, so He Daqi mischievously pulled Zhou Huimin's cheek as well.

"You guys eat first. I've been on a plane for more than ten hours and I'm a little tired. I'll go back to my room and lie down first."

After finishing his sentence, He Daqi strolled back to his bedroom, completely ignoring Zhou Huimin's murderous glare.

As soon as he lay down on the bed, his consciousness immediately entered the system, and he carefully looked at the prerequisites for upgrading his performance skills.

[Prerequisite 1 for upgrading performance skills: You need more than 5 million fans with a favorability rating of 70 or higher. Currently, there are 5000215/5000000.]

[Prerequisite 2 for upgrading performance skills: The number of people with a favorability rating of 60 towards you must be over 100 million, currently 21528745/100000000.]

He Daqi's happiness vanished in an instant.

You should have said so earlier! If you had, we wouldn't have had to go through all this trouble!
It's worth noting that He Daqi had previously defended his fans several times.

If he had known the upgrade requirements were this, he wouldn't have needed to clean up his fanbase.

He Daqi isn't incapable of playing an idol; after all, he's a talented singer, dancer, and rapper. Besides being an actor, he can also work as a rapper. And he's not bad at bouncing a ball; if all else fails, he's quite adept at yo-yoing. Looking at the second prerequisite for upgrading, he couldn't help but hiss.

One hundred million? How many people are there in the entire country of China? Is it possible that one in every thirteen people is a fan?
However, He Daqi soon realized something was wrong. Prerequisite 1 was the number of fans and a favorability rating of 70, and prerequisite 2 was a favorability rating of 60, but it only mentioned the number of fans and did not say that they had to be his fans.

Well... the second prerequisite is to be universally loved?

He Daqi's heart, which had been hanging in suspense, gradually grew cold.

With these kinds of demands, making movies won't save the entertainment industry.

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……

He Daqi's eyes were somewhat vacant, not as if he was watching Ning Hao produce the post-production for No Man's Land, but rather as if he was daydreaming and lost in thought.

If someone could possess He Daqi's body and take a look, they would understand that this guy is checking his real-time follower count.

Two days have passed, and he's finally figured it out.

The number of people with a favorability rating of 60 should be considered as a measure of popularity among strangers, while only those with a favorability rating of 70 will become your fans. I must say, that's quite a strict requirement.

The problem is that 100 million is just too high a number. He Daqi has been causing so much trouble in China and also making a ruckus in Southeast Asia, yet he only has a little over 20 million casual observers who have a good impression of him.

Do you expect me to go and help the poor, or go to my black friend's place to experience tribal civilization?
"Daqi, you've been looking at this for a while now, what do you think of my haircut?"

"Great! No doubt about it, it's great!"

"Could you be any more perfunctory?"

Ning Hao retorted irritably.

He was very anxious, fearing that something unexpected might happen during the review process in the no-man's-land. Even with Han Shanping's endorsement, Ning Hao couldn't completely relax.

The reviewers were so strict with him that they were starting to see ghosts everywhere.

"Senior brother, what kind of person do you think most people would like?" He Daqi patted Ning Hao on the shoulder with a smile, knowing that Ning Hao was worried at the moment, so he changed the subject and began to discuss life.

"First of all, it's definitely not someone like you." Ning Hao immediately criticized He Daqi's reputation when he heard that He Daqi was going to talk nonsense to him.

Upon hearing this, He Daqi immediately objected: "Why can't someone like me be one?"

Do I need to tell you how many messes you've made? There are still photos of you running on the beach with a water gun circulating online. You're married and have kids. Oh, and you even caused a scene at someone's concert when you were drunk. The list of messes you've made is endless!

"Damn it, I didn't tell you to really say it..."

He Daqi is now truly regretting it; if only he had known this would happen, he wouldn't have done it in the first place.

Ning Hao seemed to still be disgusted by him, or perhaps he had seized a good opportunity, because he kept talking non-stop.

"What kind of fans does our entertainment industry mainly cater to now? Of course, it's young girls. Young girls these days live so freely. Dowries are rising every day, and they don't spend money when they go out. You know your core fanbase, right? If they didn't bring their boyfriends to support your movies, would you have the box office appeal you have now?"

The more Ning Hao spoke, the more He Daqi regretted it, realizing that he had indeed been somewhat careless about his image in the past.

The key issue is that now that his child is five years old, He Daqi feels he's losing control of the "pretty boy" trend.

He's still good-looking, but he's certainly gotten himself into a lot of messy situations.

This time, I was lucky to win by default, thanks to condition 1. Even so, I still owe a debt to those who fawn over foreign things.

If it weren't for their constant praise of foreign countries, He Daqi might not have gained so many fans after winning the international Best Actor award.

There aren't many fools these days, and young girls aren't so easily fooled.

Even He Daqi and his two little brats began to doubt the rules of the game of hide-and-seek. Fortunately, He Daqi and his wife were ruthless to the end and insisted that this was how hide-and-seek was played. Once you were hidden, you had to honestly shout that you were hidden.

Thinking of this, He Daqi sighed.

He couldn't bear to make others unhappy when he was unhappy himself, so he patted Ning Hao on the shoulder again and said earnestly, "Senior brother, I've taken another look at the footage of No Man's Land that you edited, and there are big problems! I feel like it might not pass the censors."

After saying that, he turned and left, ignoring Ning Hao's broken defenses as he asked him from behind, "Why don't you tell me what the problem is before you leave!"

He Daqi had no idea what the problem was. He just said it offhand, without even looking closely at how Ning Hao had edited it.

He hadn't walked two steps when the phone rang. Seeing it was an international long-distance call, he answered it casually.

The person on the other end of the phone was Chairman Lee of Seagate Korea. He was calling to congratulate He Daqi, whose phone had been ringing off the hook for the past two days. Chairman Lee had finally managed to get through.

After exchanging a few words about the sale of the copyright for "Wild Chrysanthemums," and agreeing to talk again when they had time, He Daqi hung up the phone.

He Daqi didn't come to the company today specifically to watch Ning Hao do post-production work on No Man's Land; he had some serious business to attend to.

They strolled over to the small conference room, where Liu Ying, Wang Jinghua, the manager and deputy manager of the fan management department, and two deputy supervisors were already waiting.

They were chatting and laughing when they saw He Daqi come in, and they just nodded to him and then continued chatting and laughing.

Since Yan Jiu poached the first head of the fan management department, He Daqi has not paid attention to the department for a long time. However, the department is quite important, so Liu Ying and Wang Jinghua are both very concerned about it.

"Daqi, you're something else. You won the Berlin Film Festival Best Actor award without making a fuss. If you had known this would happen, you should have told us in advance so we could have made proper arrangements. Now look what happened. You had such a big gimmick, but you didn't create any buzz in the first place, and you lost a lot of attention for nothing."

As soon as He Daqi sat down, Wang Jinghua said with some anger at his lack of ambition.

"Don't say anything, Sister Hua. I regret it so much now. I brought several high-ranking members of the fan management department here because I wanted to talk about this. You guys often follow this kind of thing, can you tell me what kind of celebrities young girls like these days? Singers? Dancers? Or actors in movies and TV series?"

When He Daqi asked this question, there were all sorts of answers.

However, in summary, there are only a few things. The first is the variety show led by He Daqi. There is real data for this. Before filming the variety show, Wang Feng's contract was signed with Ya Yue, so Ya Yue could clearly see the changes in his income after the variety show aired.

Another one is television dramas, a project that He Daqi hasn't been involved in for several years. Although movies have a higher profile, a hit television drama is easier to gain national recognition, after all, this is where He Daqi got his start.

Another point is that South Korean celebrities are gradually gaining fans in China, which is due to the open exchanges between the two countries in recent years.

Speaking of this, Wang Jinghua also mentioned that she has her eye on an idol trainee who came from China to South Korea and has only been in the industry for two and a half years. She is currently contacting the trainee, hoping to poach him and capitalize on his popularity.

He Daqi listened to half of what was said; he took the idea of ​​poaching people to heart, but for the time being, it was irrelevant to his own thoughts.

Right now, I'm wondering if I should go back to the TV drama genre and show off my skills? Otherwise, it will be really hard to achieve that 100 million goodwill from the general public.

(End of this chapter)