Brother Dao Took the Entertainment Industry by Storm, Fans Beg Me Not to Kill Anymore

Chapter 566: On the Eve of the Golden Flower Awards—Xiao He Bought the Award, Unworthy of the Honor!

Xiao He didnʼt care about othersʼ opinions in the slightest. In his view, this ”Little Black” account didnʼt even qualify as one of his alts; it was just a chuunibyou product used for a temporary face-slapping and showing-off session.

Because of this, his way of speaking in the video description was even more blunt and flamboyant.

However, these foreignersʼ reactions genuinely amused Xiao He.

Looking at the various discussions in the comments, Xiao He decisively gave a thumbs-down to the advertising guy below and casually reported him.

Great, the entire worldʼs internet is like this. Advertising guys and ”selling cereal” guys are always the ones charging at the front lines.

Xiao He scrolled through the accountʼs private messages, clearing out a huge batch of red dot notifications in one go, not even having the desire to glance at them.

Itʼs just that before logging out, Xiao He vaguely caught sight of the name ”Shield Screen Pictures”.

Huh? Do they also want to ask him for the technology?

Big companies in the United States shouldnʼt lack this kind of thing, right?

Actually, Xiao Heʼs impression of these companies was still stuck in Hollywoodʼs golden age.
However, due to many complex reasons that couldnʼt be clearly stated, over there had been a massive strike for a very long time. This included many workers in the special effects industry at major companies. Many of them, whether forced or voluntarily, had been swept into this enormous whirlpool of the times.

And these companies, for various reasons, were also seeking technological optimization—ahem, although itʼs called technological optimization, the ones who ultimately get ”optimized” are always people.

Xiao He had no intention of being that ”bad guy”.

Moreover, the AI in his hands still had many shortcomings, and the database it connected to was still under Fusheng Technologyʼs name. He could ”borrow” it for a while, but if he directly used this database to enter the market for commercial use, what awaited Xiao He would likely be a lawyerʼs letter from Fusheng Technology.

So regarding the AIʼs research and development, Xiao He needed to plan carefully.

Thus, after roughly scanning the general content of Shield Screen Picturesʼ private message, Xiao He decisively chose to close it and put the matter out of his mind.

In the following days, Xiao He brought Mother Xiao to Shanghai for some fun.

Soon, a week passed.

The Golden Flower Award event arrived as scheduled—

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Unlike the Bai Ming Award, which rotated its venue, the Golden Flower Award was fixed in Xiamen City, held in a very classic, always Xiamen-characteristic popular venue.

When international events or celebrity concert tours were held, they were also often arranged at this venue.

So the setup and scale here appeared much more high-end and grand than the venue in Qin City.

Walking with the production team, Xiao He could clearly feel the enormous change in his own status.

For this red carpet ceremony, Xiao He and their production team directly occupied the closing spot. Welcoming everyoneʼs attention and cheers, they entered the venue.

However, Xiao He still appeared very low-key this time. Even Ding Wanyu, who had worn relatively glamorous attire last time, didnʼt wear a particularly eye-catching gown. Instead, she chose a set of light blue womenʼs formal wear.

The atmosphere of the Golden Flower Award was still quite different; it was more solemn and serious.

Although it couldnʼt match the official and political nature of the Huaxiang Award, its professionalism was higher than the Bai Ming Award. That is to say, the worth of winning an award here leaned more towards recognition within the industry.

However, since this award was mainly hosted by the China Film Association, and the selection process involved internal voting, there had never been clear selection criteria. Sometimes it also compromised with capital and traffic, so this award was mockingly called the ”Association Internal Award”.

But regardless, being able to stand here meant that at the very least, oneʼs ability and background were sufficiently outstanding.

After entering the venue, Xiao Heʼs gaze first went to the seats in the back rows.

In a remote corner of the back rows, Liu Rulan and Xiao Chen sat there. Next to them was Mother Xiao, wearing a mask, smiling and waving at him.

A hint of a smile also appeared in Xiao Heʼs eyes, and he nodded slightly towards them.