This actor has something

Chapter 459 is narrative in the first half and nonsensical in the second half.
Why aren't you following the script?!

Looking at Du Gou, whom he had beaten into a pulp, He Daqi felt a mix of emotions.

He Daqi was all prepared to start today by escalating the conflict between himself and certain people in Hong Kong, bringing out a group of Hong Kong celebrities to challenge them, with both sides exchanging barbs and attracting a lot of attention.

When he went on stage, he had even prepared a Hong Kong travel guide for the next few years, but he never expected that Du would be so easily slapped that he would reveal his spineless nature.

Things have changed...

From the moment Du Gou's words "I can talk" filled the awards ceremony venue through the microphone, the subsequent course of events had little to do with He Daqi.

The development of events was beyond everyone's expectations, especially those of He Daqi, who was secretly plotting something big and harboring a lot of malicious intentions.

He wanted to step forward and capitalize on this wave of public goodwill, rather than slapping the other side so they wouldn't dare to show their faces.

Du Gou is finished, and Zeng Aizi is finished too.

From the moment He Daqi brought the matter into the open, as long as these two showed even the slightest sign of being able to withstand the pressure—not to mention a proper showdown—they only needed to withstand a little bit of pressure and not collapse too quickly.

Unfortunately, He Da started too quickly, Du Gou knelt down too quickly, and this happened to be a live broadcast.

At this moment, He Daqi was not the only one cursing in his heart.

Actually, it was also He Daqi's own fault. He underestimated his own strength. Although he held back his strength when he slapped the other person twice, fearing that he might actually smash their head with one slap, it was also somewhat of a way of venting his anger, and he had a slight thought of actually teaching them a lesson.

He then held back, focusing only on light touches, but underestimated the consequences of his first two slaps.

Du Gou was so badly beaten that he was completely stunned, so badly beaten that he was disoriented and all he could see was He Daqi's malicious smile and the cowardice that welled up from the bottom of his heart.

Du Gou only breathed a sigh of relief when He Daqi's meaningful gaze left him and he watched He Daqi stroll off the stage and leisurely return to his seat.

He was still not fully conscious, feeling quite drunk. He felt nauseous and wanted to vomit, but he could vaguely control himself from lying down. If he were to get to the hospital now, the doctor would make a very accurate diagnosis: moderate to severe concussion and impaired consciousness.

Feeling drowsy and confused, Du Gou, with only a sliver of consciousness left, knew he couldn't afford to make a fool of himself. So he quickly grabbed the microphone and hurriedly said, "Next, please welcome our two award presenters to the stage to present the awards to the winning films."

He forgot the specific procedures, forgot who the award presenters were, and completely forgot which films were nominated. At the most exaggerated moment, Du Gou even forgot that he had a partner, Zeng Aizi, by his side.

After Du Gou finished speaking, he walked towards the backstage area, feeling that he needed to find a soft place to lie down as soon as possible.

He didn't even notice that the resentment in Zeng Aizi's eyes was practically tangible.

Zeng Aizi gritted his teeth, his face twitching as he followed Du Gou without saying a word, and they went backstage together.

He Daqi was too fast, so fast that no one had time to react. Even Zeng Aizi, who was standing next to Du Gou and He Daqi, didn't have time to react before things developed to this point.

Zeng Aizi always felt that he was being played by He Daqi and Du Gou.

These two are cunning and scheming. Du Gou was probably bribed by He Daqi long ago. He used self-destruction to drag himself down with him, paving the way for He Daqi to swagger and show off his power over a group of people in Hong Kong.

I miscalculated. I didn't expect this Du dog to be so good at pretending, always following me around calling me "Master." Is this how you show respect to your master? Using me as a tool?

Zeng the Dwarf was filled with hatred! He was so angry that he bit his gums until they bled!

Watching Du Gou walk around in a slovenly and unserious manner, as if he had no bones, he went backstage, randomly picked a sofa, and lay down. What was even more outrageous was that he lay down on his daughter Zeng Baoyi's lap, which startled Zeng Baoyi so much that she screamed and jumped up, while Du Gou was still grinning like an idiot.

Zeng Aizi couldn't stand it anymore. He hadn't even tried lying on his own daughter's thigh, and now this kid wasn't even pretending anymore, daring to commit such a crime right in front of his father!
"I want you to die!"

A short, stubby gourd suddenly shoved into Du Gou's stomach, making Du Gou, who was already feeling nauseous, unable to hold back any longer. He then drenched the gourd with all sorts of soup and broth.

Crash! Bang! Clang!
"Stop hitting him! Stop hitting him! You can't kill him like this!"

The backstage area of ​​the Golden Elephant Awards was bustling with activity.

Compared to the lively atmosphere backstage, the awards ceremony venue was much quieter and more solemn.

It was indeed solemn, because by now all the mainland celebrities in the front row were completely composed, no longer mentioning getting up and leaving as a group. They all sat very steadily, and it would probably have been even better if they hadn't had that hint of mockery in their eyes.

As for Hong Kong artists, they're sitting comfortably. Who's Du Gou? We don't know him! Who cares if he's dead or alive? It's none of our business.

Leaving aside the reactions of others, He Daqi ignored their gazes, leisurely sat back down next to Zhou Huimin, smacked his lips slightly, and couldn't help but sigh.

"What a pity," Zhou Huimin said softly.

"Yes, it's a pity." He Daqi nodded in agreement.

He still can't figure out what happened to Du Gou, why he backed down in front of so many people.

The couple exchanged a glance, both seeing the doubt in each other's eyes, and couldn't help but frown simultaneously.

Today's play was so strange, nothing felt right.

Aside from Zeng Aizi stirring up trouble, who was mentally prepared, what happened next was quite illogical.

The fact that the Golden Elephant Awards are still proceeding smoothly makes it clear that something is wrong.

Others might not know, but how could the director of the Golden Elephant Awards at the scene not know? He arranged the whole program, so where did He Daqi's little episode of guessing oranges come from?

The problem is that not only did no one stop it, but it continued step by step, which is puzzling.

Did the director of the Golden Horse Awards intend to proceed as planned? Not really. He was caught off guard, even though someone had warned him beforehand that they would target He Daqi, giving him some idea of ​​what was going on.

The result is the same old story: He Daqi is too fast!
Things happened so fast that even Zeng Aizi, who was standing next to him, didn't have time to react, let alone the director on set.

The only thing we can do now is to make the best of a bad situation; what else can we do?
His mistake made things worse, leaving He Daqi and his wife completely bewildered. Each of them had a cell phone in hand, and they didn't say a word. Even though they were sitting right next to each other, they were typing and chatting. Anyone who didn't know better would have thought they were two hardcore internet addicts.

Just as they were having a lively conversation, they saw several Hong Kong celebrities frowning as they walked backstage.

Among them were Jackie Chan and Sammo Hung.

He Daqi raised an eyebrow and said to Zhou Huimin, "I'll go take a look too."

After saying that, he prepared to get up and stroll over to see what was going on.

As soon as he stood up, he saw Jackie Chan and Sammo Hung come out again with furrowed brows, clearly indicating that the matter was over.

He Daqi had already stood up, and even the attention of everyone around him had subtly shifted to him. Too lazy to sit down again, He Daqi went straight to Cheng Long. "Big brother, big brother, what happened backstage?"

Jackie Chan and Sammo Hung didn't rush to explain the secret to Ho Tai-kei. Instead, they looked at him strangely, making Ho Tai-kei feel a little uncomfortable. Only then did Jackie Chan put his arm around Ho Tai-kei's shoulder and lead him to a corner to sit down.

On the left is Cheng Long, and on the right is Sammo Hung.

He Daqi sat in the middle, not in a weak position, but he couldn't help but feel uneasy.

Although the three of them sat discreetly in a corner, their identities attracted a lot of attention, with many people subtly glancing in their direction, wondering what they were talking about.

"Qizai, didn't you ask what happened backstage? Just now, Zeng Aizi and Du Gou got into a fight backstage. It was a really fierce fight, and there was blood everywhere. Zeng Aizi was on top of Du Gou, hitting him until Du Gou was unconscious. It was quite a struggle to separate them. Now both of them have been taken away by ambulance."

Ok?
He Daqi was full of questions.

Cheng Long and Hung Kam-po were still looking at him strangely. He Daqi came to his senses and realized what was going on with their looks.

He Daqi also found it strange, so he stood up and said, "Your circle is really messy." Then he turned around and left.

Jackie Chan and Sammo Hung didn't seem to mind. They exchanged a glance, shook their heads, and got up to return to their seats.

When He Daqi returned to his seat for the second time, he was in a state of confusion. He, Cheng Long, and Hong Jinbao had the same idea, but Cheng Long and Hong Jinbao thought it was him, while He Daqi knew it wasn't him.

Du's actions today were too strange; he must have been bribed.

When He Daqi realized it wasn't him, he began to suspect others, starting with Zhou Huimin.

He first explained what happened backstage, then the dog whispered in Vivian Chow's ear and asked, "Did you give Du Gou money?"

He Daqi's hot breath made Zhou Huimin's ears tingle, and her earlobes immediately turned red. However, after hearing He Daqi's question, Zhou Huimin quickly shook her head: "No, it wasn't me."

Between a husband and wife, there's no denying it, so as soon as Zhou Huimin mentioned it, He Daqi knew that it definitely wasn't Zhou Huimin who did it.

The key point is that this could only have been done by Ho Tai-ki, not Chow Wai-man, because the only beneficiary was Ho Tai-ki; no one else would have done it.

He Daqi was also stunned. Could it be that he did it himself? Did he get drunk and pass out, and then casually ask someone to spend money to make Du Gou self-destruct?
The problem is, He Daqi hasn't been drunk in a long time...

This is really weird!
Surely it can't be that Zeng Aizi and Du Gou's houses have bad feng shui?
Having not used his brain like this in a long time, He Daqi began to doubt this and that, and even the way he looked at Zhou Huimin was strange. He thought that Zhou Huimin wanted to play a joke on him, so she was pretending to be serious.

After being punched twice by Vivian Chow, Ho Tai-kai's eyes instantly cleared.

It's definitely not Vivian Chow. Her acting skills were taught to her by Ho Tai-kei, so no matter how she acts, she can't hide it from him.

Strange, why does today's Hong Kong Film Awards, which is supposed to celebrate the centenary of Hong Kong cinema, seem like it's about to undergo a tribulation? Three calamities and nine disasters, the five signs of decay for both heaven and man.

He Daqi also behaved himself, preparing to sit there like a memorial tablet until the end, and never planning to participate in the Golden Elephant Awards again.

The awards ceremony proceeded smoothly, as if none of the shady dealings behind the scenes had happened.

As expected, Painted Skin was just there to make up the numbers, and didn't even win a technical award.

He Daqi didn't care at all. After this matter was settled today, he figured there would be plenty of people messing around with the Golden Elephant Award.

To be honest, it was He Daqi who first came up with this idea. He planned to recruit one group and then take control of the Golden Elephant Award, letting whoever he wanted win it.

Don't forget he also discovered two new talents. The Golden Elephant Award is a pretty good gimmick. It would be great if Lu Han and Zhang Jiashuai each won a Best Actor award in the next few years. This kind of traffic is also a great source of popularity.

However, He Daqi is no longer interested.

After today's commotion, this place has clearly become the front line of the storm. Du Gou's self-destruction has greatly hurt Mu Yang Gou's pride. If they don't quickly find some fig leaf to cover up their shame, He Daqi feels sorry for them.

He Daqi, sitting in the audience, was deep in thought, not wanting to delay the award presentation on stage.

Zhang Guoli and Zhou Xun were backstage preparing to go on stage; they were the presenters for the Best Actress award.

As a result, after a staff member whispered a few words to Zhou Xun backstage, Gong Li became the one who accompanied Zhang Guoli on stage to present the award.

Zhang Guoli frowned, not intending to take the temporary change of partners seriously. He took the envelope given to him by the staff and went on stage with Gong Li, both smiling.

Zhang Guoli was quite a character. Knowing that Zeng Aizi was probably doomed, he started using Zeng Aizi as a raft to amuse himself.

This moment is just like that moment.

Just like how Zeng the Shorty made veiled attacks on He Daqi, Zhang Guoli is now doing the same thing to Zeng the Shorty.

He Daqi was very supportive, clapping and cheering from below.

He accepted the kindness, even though he knew it was just a small favor Zhang Guoli was doing for him out of a sense of kinship with, as they were both old Beijingers. He Daqi was willing to accept the favor.

"Next, I'll announce the Best Actress winner. I..." Zhang Guoli paused after opening the envelope. He was a veteran actor; this was no big deal for him. Without hesitation, he handed the envelope to Gong Li and said with a smile, "You should announce the list."

He Daqi's attention was drawn back to him by the applause and cheers, and he immediately noticed something was wrong, especially the envelope that Gong Li had received, which was clearly different from the previous ones.

"Best Actress winners: Painted Skin, Zhou Xun, and Zhou Huimin. Congratulations to both of you."

After a long silence, enthusiastic applause broke out.

Vivian Chow looked disgusted and muttered, "They actually changed people at the last minute." Then she got up and gave a fake smile.

Fortunately, she knew to put on an act and didn't put on a face at this moment. After going on stage, she hugged Zhou Xun, who was also faking a smile, and then didn't say much. She ended her acceptance speech with a meaningful sentence: "I owe this award entirely to my husband, He Daqi."

Even Zhou Xun was too lazy to say anything more. As an award presenter, she already knew she wouldn't win, but the last-minute change made her understand what was going on.

Saying more or less is superfluous.

"Do you think they'll lose all shame and just give you the Best Actor award?" Zhou Huimin asked He Daqi in a low voice as she looked at the trophy after returning to her seat.

"Probably not." He Daqi replied with a hint of uncertainty.

Fortunately, the Hong Kong Film Awards still had some sense of decency and didn't directly award the Best Actor award to Ho Tai-kei, but instead gave the Best Film award to Painted Skin.

He Daqi cursed inwardly. This old Zhang hadn't even come, yet he'd gotten a prize for nothing because of him.

(End of this chapter)