This actor has something

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I originally thought I would just stay in Hong Kong for a few days and go back as soon as the Hong Kong Film Awards were over.

However, the course of events was far too convoluted, leaving He Daqi feeling somewhat exhausted and overwhelmed.

The main problem was that we spent a long time solving riddles, using all our brainstorming. Fortunately, He Daqi eventually gave up. Whatever, he was too lazy to waste any more brain cells on this trivial matter.

However, time was indeed wasted, and it was a deliberate delay. It was necessary to delay, because He Daqi needed to determine whether Du Gou would call the police.

Don't let him fly back to his base in Beijing. Du Gou is getting cocky again, going to the police station to spout nonsense. He wants to be summoned by the Hong Kong police.

Even though Gou Chuzhong repeatedly assured him that he would suppress the matter and resolve the issues with Du Gou and Zeng Aizi, He Daqi still stayed in Hong Kong for a few more days out of concern.

By the time we led our whole family back to Beijing, it was almost the end of April.

Actually, it could be said that He Daqi deliberately avoided people. After all, what happened at the Golden Horse Awards wasn't a good thing, and it wasn't convenient to publicize it too much. Those who know, know. If no one came to talk to He Daqi, it means that the matter wasn't blown out of proportion. But He Daqi couldn't afford to lose face.

Of course, there were also those who jumped on He Daqi's face.

For example, on the day He Daqi returned to Beijing, his uncle hurriedly strolled over and made sarcastic remarks. At first, He Daqi pretended not to hear, acting as if he had a donkey's hair stuffed in his ears, and listened to He Bing's rambling with a smile.

Later, they would occasionally exchange a few words. To be honest, these two were quite eloquent when they started chatting. One had mastered the essence of theatrical lines through practice, while the other's line delivery skills, enhanced by the system, were truly impressive. Once they started exchanging words, they would go on and on without end.

Hearing He Daqi's two little ones and He Bing's little Charlie, they exclaimed that they had learned something, their eyes wide as they listened to He Daqi and He Bing's banter.

In short, He Bing left very unhappy. His nephew was even more talkative than him. However, there was some good news: if the uncle and nephew really couldn't stay in the acting industry, they could switch to crosstalk and probably make a living.

……

When Ho Tai-kai returned to Asia Pacific, it was almost a week after the Golden Elephant Awards had ended.

Unlike before, this time the employees looked at him with a strange expression.

He Daqi was mentally prepared, after all, he hadn't been a good idol, especially since he had caused quite a few troubles in Hong Kong.

It all started with the water gun beach photos, then the rumors of being kept by Vivian Chow, followed by the confrontation with Nicholas Tse, then getting drunk with Jackie Chan and causing a scene at Jonathan Lee's concert, and Vivian Chow casually hitting Tsang Sau-chi a few times, which led to Tsang Sau-chi wanting to retaliate, resulting in the incident of the Golden Horse Awards live broadcast being interrupted for more than a minute.

I'm having trouble adjusting to the new environment...

Is it possible that Ho Ta-kai is truly at odds with Hong Kong?
Probably not. After all, although Ho Tai-kai didn't start his career in Hong Kong, he did rise to prominence there, and the Hong Kong Film Award for Best Actor he won back then truly solidified his foundation.

Thinking of this, He Daqi couldn't help but smack his lips, not caring about other people's opinions, and nodded happily to each of them, just like he used to greet his employees. His smile remained the same, but it wasn't He Daqi himself who changed, but rather the He Daqi that others perceived.

"Senior brother, hahaha, you seem to have gained weight recently. You should be careful. If it's not because you're feeling carefree and easygoing because you think you can pass the inspection in the no man's land, then you're just getting middle-aged."

"Daqi, has anyone ever told you that your mouth can be annoying at times?"

Ning Hao really didn't want to give He Daqi a good look. He knew that he was living in fear every day, afraid that something might happen during the investigation in the no-man's-land, but every time they met, He Daqi would bring up this matter.

So what if she didn't listen to He Daqi in the beginning and stubbornly insisted on filming the no-man's-land? Is it really necessary to bring this up every now and then to make fun of herself?
"You're so irritable! Extremely irritable! Look at you, you're a successful person now, you need to learn to be refined and easygoing."

"Get lost! You say I'm short-tempered? Don't you even look at the mess you've made?" Ning Hao rolled his eyes.

He Daqi sensed that Ning Hao had a deep misunderstanding of him, so he stopped joking around and casually greeted him before heading towards Wang Jinghua's office with a smile, carrying the trophy.

Just as he expected, Zhang Yimou was sitting calmly in Wang Jinghua's office, clearly waiting for him.

He Daqi chuckled inwardly, knowing that Old Zhang was being hypocritical by rushing over to deliver the trophy today.

Zhang Yimou was quite shrewd; he knew exactly what the Painted Skin project was all about, so he didn't even bother going to the Golden Elephant Awards, unlike He Daqi, who pretended to be tempted by Zeng Aizi and happily went along.

Things are unpredictable.

In the end, Ho Tai-kei's attempt to feign a win for Best Actor didn't go well, but the Hong Kong Film Awards changed its awards at the last minute, giving Best Actress to Vivian Chow and Best Film to Joseph Cheung.

The meaning is obvious: to shut up He Daqi and his wife and tell them to stop interfering. After Zeng Aizi and Du Gou made their outrageous remarks, there are probably more people who want to mess with the Golden Elephant Awards. If He Daqi and his wife interfere again, the Golden Elephant Awards will really be in trouble.

"Old Zhang, you really are something else. Painted Skin got so many nominations, but you didn't even go to the awards ceremony. Look, the Golden Elephant Awards are giving us a hard time. We could have won more awards, but because you didn't bring anyone to support us, we only got two awards. Even my Best Actor award was taken away."

He Daqi placed the trophy in front of Zhang Yimou, speaking with great earnestness.

Zhang Yimou didn't even look at him, focusing instead on the trophy in front of him, responding with a casual "heh," fully understanding the essence of internet mockery.

Zhang Yimou knew perfectly well who the Golden Elephant Awards were trying to make things difficult for. If it weren't for Zeng Aizi and Du Gou's affair, Zhang Yimou would probably have just gone there and made a fool of himself. Now, listening to He Daqi's nonsense, he would be lucky to even get a "heh" in response.

Zhang Yimou had also honed his skills; he had a knack for judging people. He knew that you shouldn't talk to someone like He Daqi, because once you do, a whole bunch of people will follow suit. So it was best to pretend to be deaf and dumb from the start.

The Golden Elephant Award trophy in front of him was gleaming gold, made of very solid materials, and felt quite heavy in his hand. Zhang Yimou couldn't help but toss it around a couple of times.

"Does this thing have to be sent back after the photos are taken?" Zhang Yimou finally said something serious.

"No need, just take it home and put it wherever you want." He Daqi waved his hand dismissively.

Zhang Yimou raised an eyebrow but said nothing more. If He Daqi said that, he would really dare to take it back. Although he had heard that there was an unspoken rule about the Golden Elephant Award trophy, which was that it was usually taken back within a week after the photo was taken, he guessed that this rule would not apply to He Daqi.

He Daqi is quite cunning; he simply took the trophy back to Beijing, completely ignoring the Golden Elephant Awards' instructions. Let him try calling back if he dares.

"I heard you're going to send me two actors?" Zhang Yimou finally shifted his attention away from the trophy.

He didn't feel any pressure receiving this award, but Zhang Yimou knew exactly how he got it, so he still had to show his goodwill.

"Is Director Zhang's Painted Skin 2 production team finished?"

"Yes, preparations are complete."

"Those two actors are currently on another film set, and they probably won't be able to make a cameo appearance in Painted Skin 2 for more than a few days. They don't have much acting experience, so Director Zhang should help guide them and hopefully make their characters more eye-catching."
If Painted Skin 2 does well at the box office, I estimate they'll make Painted Skin 3. However, Director Zhang will probably be too lazy to make a third one by then. But it would be best to leave the roles of these two actors ambiguous, making them the leads in the third film, or at least major supporting roles.

Upon hearing this, Zhang Yimou's lips twitched downwards. Fortunately, he always kept a straight face and didn't show much of his expression, but he was extremely disgusted inside.

He Daqi is using himself as a wish-granting machine, stuffing people into his own film crew and making so many demands.

Zhang Yimou glanced at the trophy in front of him and ultimately didn't refuse. However, he wasn't in the mood to listen to He Daqi's rambling anymore, so he got up, took the trophy, and walked out.

"Have the company give me a video of those two actors. I'll think about how to arrange things. I'm going back now. Don't call me unless it's something else, and it's best not to call even if it is."

After saying that, he nodded to Wang Jinghua, then took the trophy, opened the door, put his hands behind his back, and left. He was very rude and didn't even know to close the door.

He Daqi was quite rude; even though he wasn't far from the door, he was too lazy to reach out and give it a push. He just sneered at Old Zhang's departing back and said, "Hey! That old man! He's pretty stubborn."

Wang Jinghua had been watching the show without interrupting He Daqi and Zhang Yimou's conversation, sitting behind her desk with a smile. Now that Zhang Yimou had left, Wang Jinghua chuckled and teased He Daqi, saying, "Daqi, you're really out of control now. Aren't you afraid of ruining your career?"

"Who would be willing to let me retire from the entertainment industry? My English songs are still topping the charts on the Bald Eagle Music Chart. They invite me to hold concerts there every month, but I've just been too lazy to go. I've also won the Outstanding Individual Award for Arts and Literature for four consecutive years, and I'm an international film star. Let me retire? I bet the person who comes up with that idea will have to go through eighty-one tribulations."

He Daqi shrugged, looking worried about others.

Leaving the circle? That's not impossible. At worst, I won't upgrade my skills anymore. I can still play with my child every day.

However, if he can leave the entertainment industry and can no longer be an artist, then He Daqi will have to do other jobs. He has the qualifications to join the Actors Association, Artists Association, Arts Association, and even Directors Association.

Two days ago, when He Daqi had just returned from Hong Kong, He Bing rushed over to argue with him. What was it all about? It was that He Bing wanted He Daqi to get in early to secure a spot so that his aunt could help him out, but He Daqi was too lazy to go, so the uncle and nephew started arguing.

Seeing He Daqi's considerate manner, Wang Jinghua clicked her tongue. If she didn't have important business to discuss with He Daqi, she probably would have waved him away long ago.

"Daqi, I heard you acquired three percent of Yinghuang's shares?"

"It wasn't me, it was Sister Zhou."

"It's all the same. I also heard that our shareholder, Mr. Gou, helped you get it?"

He Daqi narrowed his eyes and asked with a smile, "Sister Hua, is there something you need?"

"I guess so. Daqi, do you know that our shareholder has a lot of influence in Southeast Asia?"

"I know a little bit," He Daqi nodded.

“Wu Nannan helped our shareholder set up a company in Macau before, so we have been paying close attention to the company there. Our Chairman Gou has channels in many Southeast Asian countries. His film and television company in Macau is doing wholesale copyright business. So now he is trying to invest in some film and television companies in Hong Kong, just for the copyright.”

He Daqi frowned more and more as he listened. The film rights to Hong Kong movies had probably already been sold off in Southeast Asia long ago, right? It's 09 already, what's the point of still collecting these film rights?

Who would do a business that's clearly losing money?
He Daqi began to consider whether he should call Wang Rui and ask if Wang Rui knew that his buddy was spending money recklessly.

"Sister Hua, why are you bringing this up? Do you mean you want to sell our Asia-Pacific film and television rights to them as well?"

“Yes.” Wang Jinghua nodded. Seeing He Daqi looking at her with some confusion, Wang Jinghua continued to explain:
"As I just mentioned, our Chairman Gou has channels in many Southeast Asian countries, many, you understand? Generally, Hong Kong film and television copyrights only have a market in a few Southeast Asian countries, but in most countries they can't fetch a good price. There are many factors involved, including economic reasons and... other reasons. For example, in India, it's generally impossible to cooperate. But we've discovered that Chairman Gou is different. He actually has a way to get old movies released in those countries and even get a share of the profits. That's quite interesting."

Hey!
He Daqi's heart suddenly skipped a beat.

What kind of connections are these?
Now he understood what Wong Jing-fa meant. It was easy for Gou Chu-chung to acquire copyrights in Macau and Hong Kong, but not so easy in mainland China.

Wang Jinghua and Liu Ying had clearly noticed Gou Chuzhong's channels and wanted to act as middlemen. Ya Yue was now the leading company in the mainland entertainment industry, and it was very convenient for them to negotiate low prices for copyrights in the mainland. They could talk to Gou Chuzhong about cooperation.

However, they were not familiar with Gou Chu-chung, and Gou Chu-chung's shareholder agent in Ya Yue was He Da-qi. So after learning that Gou Chu-chung had given He Da-qi some Ying Huang shares, they realized that He Da-qi and Gou Chu-chung had a different relationship and wanted to ask He Da-qi for help.

However, He Daqi is now also thinking about Gou Chuzhong's channels, and his ideas are different from those of Wang Jinghua and Liu Ying.

"Sister Hua, I'll ask around for you. I'll get back to you in the next couple of days."

He Daqi couldn't sit still any longer. He wanted to call Wang Rui right now and ask him properly. The example Wang Jinghua had just given him had given him a new idea.

Wang Jinghua was taken aback. Before she could say anything more, He Daqi hurriedly left, in a very rushed manner.

"How rude! Couldn't they even close the door?"

Wang Jinghua got up with a sour expression, walked around the desk, and closed the door. It was unclear whether Wang Jinghua was cursing He Daqi or Zhang Yimou, but neither of them closed the door when they left.

(End of this chapter)