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Chapter 273 Small Place, Good Data

I started taking more shots again.

Wang Jing filmed too quickly, shooting nearly twenty episodes in just over ten days. As a result, Lao Tian wasted most of it after watching it all.

What they are filming now is the discarded shots. Although it is the second time, all the actors are smiling and no one says they are unhappy.

Many people even discussed with Lao Tian and told him many of the little ideas they had during the filming, but because Wang Jing was busy rushing to meet the deadline, they didn't say them out at the time.

It was obvious that Lao Tian wanted to polish the play carefully, so each actor turned into a master of clever ideas.

Old Tian was listless and didn't like to talk much. After hearing the actors' creative ideas, he adopted some of them and didn't use some. He didn't say why he didn't adopt them, but no one bothered to ask him.

A wisp of green smoke rose from behind the camera. Old Tian, ​​with a cigarette in his mouth, stuck his head out and whispered an order.

The assistant director next to him immediately shouted "Cut" through a loudspeaker.

He Daqi and Huang Xiaoming in front of the camera stopped interacting. He Daqi slowly fanned himself, while Huang Xiaoming looked at Lao Tian with a sincere expression.

This has become the norm. Whenever there is a shot of He Daqi, if there is a cut, it is usually not He Daqi's fault. Most of the time, it is because the actor acting opposite him did not catch the role or performed poorly.

Even if the cut was called because of He Daqi, it was most likely a problem with the makeup or the wrong position. So when a cut was called when acting with He Daqi, the actor acting opposite him would consciously look at Lao Tian, ​​wanting to know what went wrong.

Sure enough, as Huang Xiaoming looked over, Old Tian said with droopy eyelids, "Xiaoming, squint your eyes and turn down the corners of your mouth. You should be gritting your teeth now, not looking angry."

"Good teacher."

Lao Tian's arrival made things more convenient for Huang Xiaoming. He no longer had to run back and forth from the crew to the Beijing Film Academy every day. If he had any questions, he could just consult Lao Tian directly.

He Daqi sometimes felt jealous when he saw Huang Xiaoming working so hard. Not only did this guy read the script over and over again, he also kept looking for people to act with after each performance, and even read The Twins of Legends again.

The most outrageous thing is that this guy wrote a biography for Xiaoyuer.

It was really confusing. He wrote a biography for the characters in the novel, and He Daqi didn't know how to complain about it.

Compared with Huang Xiaoming, He Daqi felt like a salted fish that had been dried by the wind for more than ten years, without any dreams at all.

As the script supervisor came over and prepared to hit the clapboard, He Daqi's thoughts were pulled back.

"Xiao Yu'er and Hua Wu Que, Scene 20, Act 4, begins!"

The camera keeps rolling...

Half an hour later, with the assistant director's call, it was time for the crew's lunch break.

Our handsome and unrestrained Hua Wuque immediately jumped on his 28-inch bicycle, carrying the sweet-looking Jiang Yufeng, and pedaled hard, riding out of the crew.

After filming together for more than half a month, everyone has become accustomed to He Daqi's eccentricity and knows that he is in a hurry to get on the heated car and enjoy the air conditioning.

Huang Xiaoming looked at He Daqi's abstract back with a smile, then turned to Yang Rong and asked, "What were you thinking? You actually gave him a 28-inch truck?"

Yang Rong shrugged and said nonchalantly, "I see he walks so far every day just to enjoy the air conditioning during his lunch break, so isn't it normal to just buy him a second-hand bicycle to save him some trouble?"

"Right."

Huang Xiaoming responded, then happily took his lunch box and sat under He Daqi's large parasol. Since He Daqi was not lying here at noon, this place became a place for the other leading actors to eat and chat.

……

squeak!
He Daqi braked suddenly, using his long legs to support the ground, and Zhou Huimin jumped down from the back seat of the 28-inch bicycle with a smile.

"Hurry up and lock your car, or it won't be stolen while you're eating. It's a gift from Yang Rong."

Before getting into the nanny car, Zhou Huimin winked at He Daqi who was riding a bicycle and said something, then she opened the car door and jumped in.

He Daqi got in the car right after him and said calmly, "If you don't like sitting here, just get out. You let me drive you every day, and you never say a single nice word. Aren't you a bitch?"

"I'd love to!" Zhou Huimin wrinkled her nose with a grin, and swung her head back and forth a few times. Seeing He Daqi opening the food boxes one by one, Zhou Huimin leaned close to his ear and said, "I've seen in TV dramas that the male protagonist always carries the female protagonist on the front bumper. How about I use a cushion as a cushion when we go back? Let's try it too?"

"I just learned how to ride a bike, and you're already pushing me too hard? Aren't you afraid that if the handlebars tilt, I'll carry you into a ditch?"

"You! You! You! You! You! Who are you talking to about labor?"

Every time Zhou Huimin said something, she would slap He Daqi's arm. After that, she still felt unsatisfied. When she saw that He Daqi had nothing in his hand, she grabbed He Daqi's hand viciously and bit it.

"Are you born in the year of the dog?!" He Daqi pressed her head and pushed her aside. Looking at the teeth marks on his hand, he asked with some disgust.

Zhou Huimin chuckled, didn't respond to He Daqi, picked up the chopsticks happily and started eating.

The car returned to silence, with only the sound of the two people eating.

After about ten minutes, He Daqi turned on the roof ventilation fan, ready to wait for the aroma of the food to dissipate, and then take a short rest. At this time, Liu Ying knocked on the car door, then opened it and got in.

"What's wrong, Xiao Liu?"

Seeing Liu Ying's happy face, Zhou Huimin asked.

Liu Ying handed over a cutout report and said, "Daqi, you're truly amazing. The highest ratings for "Shanghai Bund" in Korea were 48%, even more outrageous than the romantic drama "The Love of Han."

"It's fake, right? How can it be so high?" He Daqi took a look at the data in the system and asked with a frown.

The emotional contribution of "Shanghai Bund" in South Korea is not as high as when it was first broadcast in mainland China. How could it possibly have a viewership rating of 48%?

Liu Ying thought for a moment and realized that He Daqi had misunderstood. She smiled and explained, "The ratings in South Korea are different from those in China. There are only a few TV stations there, so it's normal for Korean dramas to often have ratings in the 30s or 40s."

After she finished speaking, she saw He Daqi's expression of sudden realization, and then continued: "But yours is a bit outrageous. It's almost 50%. Seagate really made a lot of money this time."

Zhou Huimin shook her head and poured cold water on them. "There's no point in being jealous. We can't send our drama to Korean TV stations, so they should make the money. But next time they want to buy our drama, we'll have to ask for a higher price."

"Seagate contacted Huanya to ask about Daqi's schedule. How should we respond?" Liu Ying reported another piece of news.

Zhou Huimin did not answer, but turned to look at He Daqi. Her meaning was very clear, she wanted He Daqi to make his own decision.

He Daqi refused without hesitation: "No, I don't want to go to Korea and make trouble. From now on, I will only take roles near Taipei so that I can go home every day."

"There's no need to be so extreme..." Zhou Huimin said with a chuckle.

"Okay, I got it. You guys take a rest. I'll go reply to Seagate." Liu Ying replied and got out of the car.

Seeing the car door closed, Zhou Huimin smiled and leaned into He Daqi's arms, touching He Daqi's face and teasingly said, "Our Daqi is really popular now. The crews inviting you have lined up from all over Taiwan and South Korea."

"Close your eyes for a while, I'm a little sleepy." He Daqi said lazily, squinting his eyes. He was full and sleepy now. Zhou Huimin stopped talking and snuggled in his arms, closing her eyes.

……

……

The sky is filled with yellow sand, and it feels like it is blocking out the sun.

He Daqi stood on the twelfth floor of Yonghui Qiming Building, looking at the yellow scene outside, and was a little worried about how to get home in the afternoon.

Today is Sunday and the crew is not working. It just so happens that Ning Hao has finished filming Balabala the Fairies. Lao Tian wants to come and see the gifts in Room 7. In addition, Wang Rui also contacted He Daqi, so the couple came to Yonghui Qiming early in the morning.

It was fine when I came.

Unexpectedly, after just an hour, the sandstorm came at a rapid speed.

"Didn't you tell me before that sandstorms in the city usually occur in March or April or December or January? Why is it happening in October this time?"

Wang Rui, standing next to He Daqi, was also shocked by the spectacular scene outside.

Skyscrapers appear and disappear in the yellow sand, giving a feeling of a doomsday maze. If some cyber elements were added, it would become a sci-fi blockbuster.

He Daqi shook his head slightly, then came to his senses and replied, "Who can say for sure about this? Can you stop God?"

Wang Rui sighed and said softly, "Everything about Sijiu City is good, but this sandstorm is a bit annoying."

"Who says it isn't?" He Daqi echoed.

It is difficult for those who have not experienced the sandstorm in Beijing to imagine what it feels like to have a dim sky and earth.

It was also the first time for Wang Rui to see it, so he accompanied He Daqi to look at it for a long time.

By now his curiosity had worn off and he no longer wanted to enjoy the scenery, so he started talking about business.

"Come on, I'll show you the website I mentioned on the phone." Wang Rui patted He Daqi's arm and led him to his office.

The wall inside Wang Rui's office was made of frosted glass, and the rough figures of people could be seen inside and outside. He Daqi followed him in, pulled a stool and sat next to Wang Rui, watching him open his laptop.

Wang Rui dragged the pictures one by one, and because of his proficiency in the language, He Daqi was able to understand the information on the website in the pictures.

"This is called Facebook. It was launched in February this year. It's not ranked high on the Bald Eagle social network yet, but do you feel it's familiar?" Wang Rui froze on a picture, then turned to He Daqi and asked.

He Daqi nodded. "Well, they're trying to get ordinary users to post content, and we're trying to get celebrities to post content, but they're both on the same path, and they're a bit similar to us."

"Look at this again." Wang Rui said as he opened another picture.

"Wow! Why does this thing feel more convenient than a penguin?" He Daqi leaned forward in surprise and looked carefully at the Facebook client on the computer.

"That's why they are so carefree." Wang Rui said with a smile.

"Are you planning to do the same?" He Daqi asked in a low voice.

"Cross the river by feeling the stones? That's what the boss said."

He Daqi tutted his words, pinched his chin, and thought for a moment before saying, "There are many people in Bald Eagle who know computers, so they can constantly update the client. We don't have many people here, and computers haven't been around for long. I think it's better to keep it simple and then slowly add more functions later."

"I didn't say we could become fat in one go. Even if we can't develop the client, we can learn how to develop the web version."

"That's true." He Daqi nodded slightly.

Wang Rui seemed to have thought of something interesting and asked cheerfully, "Did you know that Penguin is also doing blogging?"

"penguin?"

"Yes, they want to create a Penguin Space with similar functions to a blog. They specifically informed us in advance. They seem very confident. Hahaha." Wang Rui laughed as he spoke.

He Daqi had discussed this issue with Wang Rui before, so he knew what Wang Rui was laughing at, and he also chuckled twice.

"They didn't think about their own shortcomings, did they?"

"Since they were so confident, I didn't remind them." Wang Rui replied with a smile.

"If we act like we're trying to snatch users away, will it make them go further astray?" He Daqi said with a strange expression.

"They're mainly targeting Zhalang. Zhalang acquired Langma, putting Penguin on edge. They want to destroy Zhalang's blog. They think our Yabo.com is similar to Zhalang's blog, so they gave it a heads-up."

"I guess they'll come to their senses after they go online, but I'm not sure... Never mind. By the time they realize that communication tools should prioritize user privacy and differ from our follow-and-share mechanism, we'll have already completely dominated the social networking market."

Wang Rui smiled when he heard this, turned off his laptop, and then stood up and said, "Let's go out and take a look at the new version of our Yabo website."

……

in the afternoon.

After the wind and sand died down, a convoy of cars slowly drove out of the Yonghui Qiming underground garage.

The sidewalks on both sides of the road were covered with a layer of dust, and the leaves of the holly trees in the green belts were also gray.

"I suddenly don't want to live in a courtyard house anymore."

He Daqi looked at the scenery on the roadside and suddenly spoke to Zhou Huimin.

"Are you afraid of sandstorms? Not really. We can buy a house and renovate it. During the months with frequent sandstorms, we can live in the villa. During normal times, we can live in the courtyard house. We can even build the courtyard house and the villa together. If the weather turns bad, we can move to another place immediately."

A while after Zhou Huimin finished speaking, He Daqi suddenly realized something and immediately took out his cell phone and dialed.

"Uncle, didn't you say you had a childhood friend who worked at the Housing Authority?"

"Correct."

"Could you please help me ask if it's still possible to build a Siheyuan now? If not, can you also help me ask where I can buy a large Siheyuan that can be renovated?"

He Bing was a little surprised when he heard this and asked, "You want to buy a courtyard house? That thing is really not as convenient as a villa, and it's also troublesome to clean up. You grew up in a courtyard house, don't you feel it?"

"Just ask for me. Can't I just buy one and move around?"

"Okay, I see."

(End of this chapter)