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Chapter 91 Military Coat in Memory

"Okay, I'll pick you up around ten o'clock tomorrow morning. It happens to be a drinking party, so I'll introduce you to some people."

"Okay, uncle."

After hanging up the phone, He Daqi turned around and was startled.

Zhou Huimin was wearing pajamas and looking at him with a smile.

Are you a superwoman? You changed your clothes in just a few minutes of talking on the phone?
"Do you want to take a nap?" He Daqi asked embarrassedly.

"What do you think?" Zhou Huimin looked at him with a smile.

"I said? I said you must be tired from walking around the office today, so you should take a break."

"Come here!!!"

Faced with Zhou Huimin's relentless pressure, He Daqi was helpless.

the next day.

When it snows, it becomes cold.

The temperature, which had just risen, dropped suddenly. He Daqi, dressed like a sandwich, slowly moved to the front of He Bing's Jetta.

"Why are you dressed like this? Is this a cotton coat over a down jacket? Where's your military coat?" He Bing asked cheerfully, looking at his abstract nephew.

"Don't mention it. My military coat was taken away by someone. I only remembered it when I got home. I didn't leave anyone a phone number."

He Daqi recalled the scene at that time and was stunned. It seemed that Yang Rong wanted to leave him her phone number, but Sister Zhou pulled him to carry Cui Bo.

That woman must have done it on purpose!
Damn it, my teacher Yang Rong, no, I need a military coat!
"Why does your expression keep changing? Are you cold?" He Bing looked at He Daqi with amusement.

"I just remembered a sad thing. I lost 70 cents yesterday." He Daqi said perfunctorily. Seeing that He Bing hadn't started the car yet, he couldn't help but urge him: "Uncle, let's go. Didn't you say we had a dinner party?"

"No hurry, I have to tell you a few things first." He Bing said as he took out a cigarette and lit it.

"I've been breathing secondhand smoke with you guys all day long." He Daqi muttered.

"Chow Hui-min also smokes?"

"I smoke less now."

He Bing clicked his tongue, looked at the cigarette he had just lit, then looked at He Daqi. Forget it, this guy wasn't worth putting out his cigarette.

After taking a pleasant puff, He Bing began to explain the whole story to He Daqi.

"The director I'm taking you to see today is called Feng Kuzi. I don't owe him much. The key is another person, Fu Biao. He recommended the movie I was in, so I owe him a bigger favor. And he has a better relationship with Feng Kuzi."

He Daqi was a little confused and asked, "So why don't you just return the favor to that guy named Fu Biao?"

"Because Fu Biao called and said that going to help Feng Kuazi this time is like returning the favor. Now that it's said that, regardless of whether Feng Kuazi needs you or not, we have to show up. Besides, Feng Kuazi also called me and clearly said that he wants you to make a guest appearance."

"You guys are really good at getting around!" He Daqi said with a tut-tut sound.

He Bing chuckled and then warned: "I want to warn you about Feng Kuazi. When you first see him, you will think that he has a bad temper and is ruthless. Don't be fooled by his appearance. How can I put it, this guy is quite good at taking advantage of others.

This guy has a bit of an inexplicable inferiority complex, and his speech is slurred and slow, but it's hard to interrupt him. Just treat him as a mild case of bipolar disorder with a touch of autism, go along with it, and don't try to make fun of him.

"Can this kind of person be a director? No, Feng Kuazi? I think I've seen his movies!"

He Daqi suddenly realized that Deng Chao seemed to have mentioned this person when they were drinking that day, and also said that he was one of the few directors in the mainland who could make money from box office.

He Bing chuckled and said jokingly, "Haven't you seen my performance of Party A and Party B? You don't care about me at all. Before you broke your head, you were praising my acting every day."

"I guess I said too many things against my will, so I fell and lost my memory." He Daqi spread his hands.

"You boy!"

He Bing tossed away his cigarette, started up his Jetta, and slowly drove away from the entrance of the residential complex. It was Donglaishun again.

But this time it was not the store that He Daqi and Zhou Huimin went to.

He Bing led He Daqihang to open the door of the private room, and a fat man with an honest face came to greet them.

"Bingzi, you're late. You'll need to have a few more drinks later. Ouch! Your nephew looks much better in person than on TV!"

He Bing pulled He Daqi to his side: "Call them, this is Uncle Biao, this is your Uncle Feng, this is Uncle Ge..."

Okay, let’s start the Junhe!

He Daqi has become quite proficient in using Junhe's temperament frequently. Now he is not only honest, but also simple and honest. He plays the role of a shy and timid big boy to perfection.

"No, no, no, each one his own!"

"Bingzi, you actually have such a serious nephew. Why didn't you tell me earlier? Let him guest-star in our crew since he was a kid."

"That Korean movie that young man acted in was really good. It was called Love God's Will."

What kind of weird things are all in this room?

After greeting everyone one by one, He Daqi found that the bald man named Mr. Ge actually looked a bit like a senior student in the school.

It's really outrageous!

He Daqi was just about to sit down when Feng Kuazi cheerfully pulled him to a seat next to a girl. "Qiaoqiao, how about you young people sitting together? You think you're lucky to have such a handsome guy around you today?"

The girl was sitting close to the inside, and He Daqi didn't notice her just now.

Now take a serious look at it, it's so charming!
This is what a vixen looks like, right?

"Hello, my name is Fan Qiaoqiao."

"Hello, Sister Qiaoqiao, my name is He Daqi."

Fan Qiaoqiao covered his mouth and smiled: "I know you. I've seen your movies. I didn't expect that your temperament in real life is similar to that in the movies."

"It's my honor. It's just me playing myself."

This dinner party is the right one!

"Da Qi, stop chatting with the girl. Director Feng is asking you a question." He Bing shouted.

"It's okay. Everyone was like this when they were young." Feng Kuazi said with a smile, then turned to He Daqi and asked:
"Da Qi, are you free at the end of the month? When I saw your image today, a lot of plots popped up in my mind. I will modify the script a little bit and give you some more scenes."

"I'm free at the end of the month, but I have to go to Hong Kong on April 6th to receive an award."

"If Love Has Providence is participating in the Academy Awards? Wasn't this movie just released this year?" He Bing interrupted and asked with some confusion.

"No, it was Infernal Affairs 1. I won the Best Newcomer award." He Daqi explained.

"You only have two shots..." He Bing was stunned for a moment before he finished speaking, and then he realized what was going on.

Others also became curious and started discussing it.

"Are Golden Image Awards now also reserved in advance?"

"Can't you?"

"Who knows, all crows are black."

Feng Kuazi's smile was even brighter now, and he agreed cheerfully, "It's okay, I should accept the award as it's due, there's no delay."

(End of this chapter)