This actor has something

Chapter 279 Dragon Robe
"You are very happy?"

Zhou Huimin looked at He Daqi who was leaning on the headboard playing with his mobile phone. She didn't understand what was so good about him watching the news, especially He Daqi's current smile, which she always felt was a bit vulgar.

Without waiting for He Daqi's response, she hurriedly stretched her head over to see what news made He Daqi laugh so frivolously.

[Chow Wai-man and Cheung Pak-chi got into a fight over a stick at the charity premiere of A World Without Thieves last night!]

He Daqi didn't expect Zhou Huimin to come over and peek at his phone like a clingy licking dog. He swallowed the explanation that was on the tip of his tongue and made up an excuse to perfunctorily say:
"I'm just laughing at how mainland entertainment reporting has adopted Hong Kong's style. Look at these headlines. Do they give you a sense of shock?"

Zhou Huimin always felt that there was something wrong with He Daqi's smile just now. After hearing He Daqi's explanation, she became a little suspicious, but she couldn't tell what the problem was.

So she stared at He Daqi's face carefully with a smile on her face. He Daqi was reading entertainment news, and she was looking at He Daqi.

After a long while, Zhou Huimin seemed to have figured something out, and suddenly asked with a half-smile, "Were you fantasizing about something when you read that report just now? Rob together? How do we rob?"

Zhou Huimin said as she reached into the quilt.

He Daqi had a lot of grievances to express, as this was not what he was laughing about just now. However, after Zhou Huimin mentioned it, he imagined a lot of scenes in his mind, and the correct answer appeared for the wrong question.

"If I tell you, would you believe it?" He Daqi asked sincerely.

"I believe it!" Zhou Huimin also looked sincere.

Both husband and wife are actors. Unless they don't want to pretend anymore, it is quite difficult to tell their inner thoughts from their expressions.

However, Zhou Huimin's next question revealed her thoughts.

"Can you tell me in detail what plot you just came up with? Is there a whip plot? Daqi, seriously, why don't you try to seduce her? If you succeed, then blindfold her and I'll whip her a few times for fun."

"roll!"

He Daqi yelled in annoyance.

Damn, my actual practice in the simulated training space last night wasn't as good as you imagined. Doesn't this make me look stupid?
Zhou Huimin thought that He Daqi was being so stubborn because of his moral bottom line, but she didn't expect that the guy was so angry.

She chuckled, pressed herself closer to He Daqi, and said flatteringly, "I was just talking, why are you still angry? Can't I even talk?"

While he was talking, his legs were still making small movements.

He Daqi was furious. He took a deep breath, threw his phone aside, and pressed the giggling Zhou Huimin under him.

Just as I was about to start the next step, my cell phone rang.

"Don't worry, just remove the battery." Zhou Huimin murmured while hugging He Daqi's neck.

He Daqi was also prepared to do the same. He took the phone and took a look at it, but his hand stopped just as he was about to remove the battery.

Ning Hao called.

Didn’t he go to the grassland to film a movie?
He Daqi hesitated for a moment, which made Zhou Huimin unhappy. She said in a delicate voice, "Who is it? Never mind. Just turn off the phone or remove the battery."

"Look how anxious you are. Wait a moment. This is Ning Hao calling. He wouldn't call me if nothing was wrong. Let me ask what's going on first."

He Daqi sat up straight as he spoke, and seeing Zhou Huimin whining and getting up to rub against him, He Daqi put his index finger to his mouth and hushed.

"Hey, brother, what's up?"

He Daqi didn't want to waste time and chose to get straight to the point.

"Daqi, lend me 100,000 yuan. I need it urgently." Ning Hao's tone was slightly impatient.

Because He Daqi was on the hands-free mode, Zhou Huimin also heard what Ning Hao said.

She stopped her little hands from wandering around He Daqi and looked at He Daqi. Both of them were a little surprised.

It shouldn't be...

Ning Hao might have been relatively poor when he was filming the first and second parts of Balabala the Fairies. When he was filming the remaining four parts and Gift in Room 7, He Daqi paid him a considerable salary, which was at least 30% higher than that of similar new directors in the industry.

Now that he asked to borrow 100,000 yuan, He Daqi's mind instantly went overboard. He didn't know why, but he thought of the incident with Wu Rupu at the beginning of this year.

"Brother, are you ready to talk now?"

"Ah? That's convenient, Daqi, hurry up! I need it urgently! I'll pay you back after I get a few jobs back."

He Daqi was quite witty and continued to ask, "Brother, in the story of Gift in Room 7, the protagonist died because he was falsely accused of killing someone's daughter?"

After a long while, Ning Hao said speechlessly: "Da Qi, you are a little too clever... Am I not filming on the grassland? I want to make it perfect, so I put all the money I earned in the past two years into it.
If I had no money, I might have persuaded the actors not to take any pay. But now I have money, and I have paid the actors and crew members a little bit. I didn't expect that we were unlucky today, and the crew's car was hit by a sandstorm.

Right now, the driver and a young actor are in the operating room. I'm out of money, so the first person I thought of is you. Please quickly wire me 100,000 yuan. I'm in a hurry to pay the hospital bills."

He Daqi touched his nose awkwardly, while Zhou Huimin beside him couldn't help but start to chuckle.

"I'll have someone transfer the money to you right now. I'm hanging up now."

He Daqi felt a little embarrassed by Zhou Huimin's laughter, and quickly responded and hung up the phone.

"Hahaha! Do you think he was kidnapped?" Zhou Huimin took out her cell phone while laughing.

He happily pinched He Daqi's silly face, and then called Liu Ying.

"Xiao Liu, transfer 200,000 yuan to Ning Hao's card. This is a loan from Daqi to him. Just transfer it from Daqi's dividend card to Yonghui Qiming's."

After hanging up the phone, Zhou Huimin wanted to say a few more words to He Daqi, but before she could open her mouth, she was suppressed by He Daqi with gritted teeth.

……

……

The days are shorter.

It was not even five o'clock yet, but the sky was already getting dark.

This did not delay the crew's filming because the scene was an indoor scene.

此刻搭建的如同墓穴的移花宫中，何大启正在暴揍恋爱脑。

After a series of flying kicks, Yang Rong, wearing a dragon robe, fell to the ground while spinning.

Then He Daqi quickly stepped forward and helped Huang Xiaoming, who was bleeding from the corner of his mouth.

Huang Xiaoming said a few weak words as if he was saying his last words, then his head tilted and his hands drooped.

"Ka! Congratulations to Daqi on finishing the filming."

Following Old Tian's words, Huang Xiaoming, who had just looked like he was going to die, stood up, dusted off the dirt on his body, and smiled as he added, "Congratulations! Congratulations!"

Yang Rong, who was standing nearby, also stood up, stretched his waist, and asked, "Da Qi, did you use enough force with that last kick? I almost lost my balance with that kick just now."

He Daqi looked at her like this and twitched his lips. Damn, what was the screenwriter thinking? In the end, Jiang Yuyan actually took the throne. "Maybe I made a mistake." He Daqi said perfunctorily.

At first, He Daqi almost laughed out loud when he saw Yang Rong wearing the dragon robe. It turns out that a woman looks quite charming in a dragon robe.

He Daqi was just thinking about it when someone grabbed his arm and pulled him aside.

"What? Do you like that dragon robe? Don't worry, the crew has prepared three of that robe. After the crew officially finishes filming, I will bring one back for you to try on." Zhou Huimin said with a smile in He Daqi's ear.

"That's possible." He Daqi nodded quickly, without hiding anything.

Zhou Huimin burst out laughing.

She suppressed her laughter and leaned over to He Daqi's ear again and asked, "Do you want me to buy another JK? The kind that Zhang Baizhi wore in the King of Comedy."

He Daqi nodded repeatedly: "This is also fine, I'm not picky."

"What a shame!" Zhou Huimin punched him lightly.

Ever since they discovered that Zhang Baizhi's name was somewhat effective, Yang Rong's status has plummeted, and Zhang Baizhi has become the new victim in the couple's mouths.

Especially Zhou Huimin, who would often dictate some special plots to He Daqi. In most of the plots, she was holding the whip, and Zhang Baizhi was the one being whipped.

Unfortunately, what Zhou Huimin didn’t know was that He Daqi could often put the plots she talked about into action. Poor Zhang Baizhi, she hadn’t slept well for nearly ten days.

He Daqi, who had come up with a few new tricks, came back to his senses and looked at the smiling Zhou Huimin and asked, "Did you pull me over here just to talk about this? Isn't it the same if we talk about this back home?"

"No, I wanted to tell you that you don't have a wrap party tonight. Everyone else's scenes are almost done anyway, so we can just hold it together then."

He Daqi tutted his words: "You saved money, it's not necessary, it's good to have some drinks in advance to have fun."

"Don't forget that you have to catch a flight tomorrow morning. What if you drink too much?" Zhou Huimin rolled her eyes at him.

He Daqi pursed his lips in displeasure and stopped arguing with Zhou Huimin.

the next day.

It's just dawn.

Zhou Huimin happily dragged He Daqi onto the plane.

After sitting down, seeing that He Daqi looked unhappy, Zhou Huimin smiled and pushed He Daqi.

"What's wrong? You're going to be away for half a month. What's wrong with me accompanying you?"

"Yes, there's nothing wrong." He Daqi said with a sad face.

When he was talking to Cheng Long on the phone last night, Cheng Long secretly said that when He Daqi arrived there, he would take He Daqi to a one-stop bathing service.

Don’t even mention how excited He Daqi was last night. After tormenting Zhou Huimin, he immediately went into the simulation training space and tormented around for a while. When he woke up in the morning and saw Zhou Huimin getting into the car with him with a suitcase, he was dumbfounded.

A one-stop service for labor and capital...

Amidst the roar, the plane slowly landed.

Cheng Long, who had wrapped himself up tightly at the airport, was a little confused when he saw Zhou Huimin and He Daqi coming together.

But he didn't say much. He called He Daqi and waved while talking on the phone. After He Daqi looked around and saw Cheng Long's location, he hung up the phone and walked quickly over to meet Cheng Long.

"Let's go. I think someone recognized me. Let's get out of the airport and get in the car." Cheng Long spoke first without waiting for He Daqi to say hello.

A group of people hurried out of the airport. Only after getting on the bus did they breathe a sigh of relief and take off their masks, hats and sunglasses.

"Brother, you haven't sent me the script yet, and you just told me to make a cameo appearance. What if I can't memorize the lines?"

"Haha, blame me, blame me. Here, this is your script. You play a general named Nangong Yan. There isn't much plot or lines, so I didn't rush to mail it to you."

If He Daqi had not watched "The Myth" in the film library, he might have believed Cheng Long's nonsense at this moment.

He flipped through the script in his hand with some helplessness, and found that compared with the original version, Nangong Yan had a lot more scenes added in this script. What was particularly outrageous was that the original weapon was changed from a sword to a halberd.

"Brother, are you sure you can finish filming in half a month? I remember your film seemed to have a lot of special effects, right?"

"It's finished, don't worry, everyone else's scenes have been filmed, and now the whole crew is waiting for you. From now on, we will only film your scenes."

Good guy! Looking at Jackie Chan with a cunning look on his face, He Daqi just laughed speechlessly.

As the convoy drove into Wuxi Film and Television City, He Daqi couldn't help but sigh as he looked at the huge studio outside the car window.

Not to mention the plot of the film, the cost of the set alone is estimated to be quite high.

After opening the car door and as soon as one foot touched the ground, He Daqi paused slightly. Then he calmly got out of the car and went to the other side to help Zhou Huimin open the door.

"Why are they here too?" Zhou Huimin said in a bad tone.

"Smile, don't forget to drink the first round of wine, just ignore Zhang Baizhi." He Daqi whispered.

"She is the one who always provokes me."

Zhou Huimin tilted her head to look over, but the expected glaring scene between the two sides did not happen. For some reason, Zhang Baizhi, who was standing next to Xie Tingfeng, avoided looking over here.

"I'm here." Xie Tingfeng greeted He Daqi with a smile.

He Daqi also smiled and nodded, saying "hmm".

Seeing the two of them greeting each other as if nothing had happened, Cheng Long was very pleased. He patted He Daqi's arm and explained, "Fengzi also has a cameo in the play."

He Daqi understood that it seemed that Cheng Long had made major changes to the plot.

Without chatting for long at the studio door, the group walked in quickly.

Xie Tingfeng noticed that Zhang Baizhi beside him was walking a little slowly, and couldn't help but whisper in her ear, "What's wrong, Ah Zhi?"

"It's okay, I just feel a little uncomfortable in my stomach. Please walk slowly with me." Zhang Baizhi smiled and made an excuse.

She was also very distressed. She had been having lucid dreams for almost ten days in a row. But it was not that she couldn't accept it. It was just a dream, not a real fight.

The key point is that the signature on the martial arts stick she bought for more than 2 million is about to disappear. It may be because of frequent wiping, and He Daqi's signature is getting fainter and fainter.

More than two million. I don’t know whether it is really worth that much, but if the signature is wiped off, then the martial arts stick will be worthless.

So... should I find someone to coat my signature with a layer of harmless amber to protect it?

Zhang Baizhi was a little distressed.

(End of this chapter)