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Chapter 245 Separation
"Distribute it? Where?"

A sudden gust of warm wind blew He Daqi's bangs. Because the characters in The Gift of Cell No. 7 and Dragon City Years all had long hair, He Daqi hadn't cut his hair short for several months. He usually just thinned it out. His current hairstyle is a slightly parted and choppy top.

The shaking of his hair made him squint slightly, and then he continued to stare at Zhou Huimin waiting for her answer.

This question must be asked clearly, because the graduates of Beijing Film Academy are considered his classmates. Yonghui Qiming was able to recruit people so smoothly because of Ma Yingjun's favor. If he ends up betraying his fellow students, not to mention the reputation of Ma Yingjun and He Daqi, it would be difficult to explain to his uncle. After all, his uncle and Ma Yingjun are good friends, so he takes care of him so much.

Zhou Huimin looked at He Daqi's slightly dazed eyes. Those eyes were clear, innocent and gentle, but upon closer inspection, they were heavy, firm and a bit sharp. The completely different feeling did not seem abrupt, making He Daqi's eyes become somewhat profound.

Was it because she was mesmerized by those eyes when she sobered up in the apartment? Zhou Huimin's thoughts slowly wandered.

Another gust of wind blew by, and He Daqi narrowed his eyes again.

Zhou Huimin also came back to her senses and found that she was too engrossed in looking at He Daqi's eyes and did not have time to answer his question.

Afraid that He Daqi would misunderstand that she was trying to trick him again, Zhou Huimin quickly explained a few words:
"We're splitting up with Huan Ya, and the Huan Ya shares in Yonghui Qiming need to be split off. It won't be clear for the time being, but the people we're hiring now are all for Huan Ya. They're planning to open a legitimate film and television production company in mainland China and sort out their relationship with Hong Kong. It's almost like they're using Yonghui Qiming's name as a loan shark. There's no need to worry about those people we recruited from Beijing Film Academy getting ripped off."

He Daqi nodded, but because he was still on the phone, he didn't ask any further questions. He removed his hand from covering the phone's microphone and said to Ma Yingjun, "We're still hiring. We'll hire as many people as we can who can seriously do post-production. Also, if you have scripts to pitch, or if you're a literature major who wants to be an editor, you can also try Yonghui Qiming."

"Okay, I understand. That's it for now. I'm hanging up."

"Ok."

After He Daqi hung up the phone, he pressed the issue, "Are we going to separate from Huan Ya? What will happen to the artists we've signed contracts with and the films and TV series we've invested in?"

"Only the film and television production department will be separated. The two of us will own 30% of Huanya Inland Company, and Liu Ying will receive a 3% equity incentive from the new company. Yonghui Qiming will then only be left with the artist management business. We can still invest in film and television dramas, but post-production will be handled by Huanya Inland Company. The specific agreement is still under discussion, so it's too early to say anything about it now. We only have a general intention at the moment."

After Zhou Huimin finished speaking, she couldn't help herself and reached out to push He Daqi's hair aside, revealing his eyes.

Before I had seen enough, I let He Daqi push me into the villa. It was so hot outside, it would be much more comfortable than going into the villa with air conditioning.

……

As June approaches, the temperature in Beijing reaches a new high every day.

He Daqi and his friends went to Yonghui Qiming at the beginning of the month. Half a month has passed in a flash, and the temperature has risen from 28 degrees to the current 33 degrees.

Mr. and Mrs. He have already gone to He Bing's house to help. At the villa, Zhou Huimin recruited two Filipino maids from Hong Kong.

Before, the child was in the hands of Mr. He and Mrs. He, and Zhou Huimin was always embarrassed to go over and hold the child, fearing that she would make the child cry and attract the kind of looks that were inconvenient to describe but somewhat disgusted.

Now it is much more convenient for the Filipino maid to coax the child during the day. Zhou Huimin can hold the child whenever she wants. Even if the child cries, she will put the child in the hands of the Filipino maid and help to coax the child by shaking a small rattle.

After half a month, she has learned a lot of tricks to soothe the children. Now, when she holds the children and gives them a kiss, the two little ones cry less often. Watching the two little ones each holding a bottle and sucking hard, Zhou Huimin smiled and scratched their little faces one by one with her fingers.

"Come on, stop staring at me. I'll just be gone for two days. When you come back you can hold me and look at me every day."

He Daqi came out of the bedroom dragging a suitcase and saw Zhou Huimin bending over with her butt raised and admiring the child. He walked over and slapped her in the face.

Zhou Huimin turned around and rolled her eyes, put the small toy in her hand on the stroller, and followed He Daqi out of the villa.

Tomorrow is the day when Penguin goes public. Penguin has already agreed in advance that Zhou Huimin must go to watch the ceremony tomorrow.

We had just returned from a half-month break and were a bit bored at home, so we decided to go there a day earlier and take a stroll in the Hong Kong River in the evening.

Flight in the morning, arrived in Hong Kong in the afternoon.

I went from a city that was extremely dry with sand in the wind to another city that was extremely humid and surrounded by the sea. It was a very hot day in both places, and I was so stuffy that I felt a little uncomfortable.

Zhou Huimin got into the nanny car and breathed a sigh of relief. She rolled down the window and skillfully took out a ladies' cigarette from her bag and lit one.

When I turned around, I saw He Daqi looking at me helplessly.

"You're smoking in the car, are you planning to let me inhale secondhand smoke?"

"Some of them don't apply. I'll just smoke a cigarette to slow down. I haven't smoked for several days, and this is the only one I'll smoke today."

Upon hearing this, He Daqi rolled down the window on the other side, and the little cool air from the air conditioner in the car disappeared instantly.

Zhou Huimin curled her lips, flicked the cigarette away, and kicked He Daqi: "Okay, I'm not smoking anymore. Close the window quickly. It's so hot."

Because of this little episode, the two returned to Kowloon. When He Daqi wanted to play games, Zhou Huimin kept nagging him for a long time. He Daqi was so angry that he stopped playing the game and chased her around the house with a pillow.

Tired from all the hard work, the two collapsed on the sofa. Zhou Huimin came over and huddled next to He Daqi, saying softly, "I just saw the script for Gift in Cell 7 and remembered, didn't you say you'd give Ning Hao a script? What kind of script is it? If we film together again, won't it bore the audience?"

"Don't worry, neither of us will act in this script. It's a comedy."

He Daqi felt sweaty and wanted to push Zhou Huimin aside, but he failed after two attempts. She insisted on staying close to him and even leaned into He Daqi's arms.

"Comedy? Which kind? Have you seen Wang Jing's movies? His kind or Stephen Chow's kind?" Zhou Huimin asked curiously.

He Daqi pondered the words carefully and shook his head. "Neither of those. It's just black humor and satire. It's too early. I haven't recorded it yet. I'll have Sister Xing revise it after I record it. You'll know when I see it. I estimate it will be next year at the earliest."

(End of this chapter)