Huayu: I'm reborn, but you still force me to be a scumbag?

Chapter 110: Your Excellency the Clown, You Are Here

What can Chen Nuo say at this time?
He felt that no language could allow him to stand up straight and satisfy these guys who looked down on others.

Unless one day, he can really start from strength and status...right?
Therefore, Chen Nuo did not answer the question at all. He stood up and said, "Gentlemen, in order not to waste your time, can you give me an hour to put on makeup and give me a few makeup artists? In fact, no matter what I say, it is not as good as me acting once, right?"

Charles Rowan and Michael Slan looked at each other. In their opinion, Chen Nuo's way of avoiding the question was an escape and a sign of lack of confidence.

What do you mean, can you perform a flower that will impress all the professionals in the room?
You might as well say that you know Kung Fu and want to act like a Kung Fu clown for everyone, that might arouse some interest.

Christopher Nolan also exchanged glances with his wife and then looked at his brother Jonathan.

Then he turned to Michael Slan and said, "Michael, make some arrangements for Chen. Let's see what kind of wonderful performance he will bring us."

Mr. Michael Slan, Vice President of Warner Bros., smiled and said, "Christopher, you are wasting your time. But... well, we are already sitting here anyway."

After that, he instructed the red-haired woman sitting in the back row, "McGee, call a few makeup artists in the company to cooperate with him no matter what he wants to do. Give him a single dressing room so that we can see what kind of amazing performance our Chinese boy will present for us later. Okay, everyone, let's take a break and come back here in an hour."

They had just sat down and were about to leave, which made many staff members present laugh and cry. Some people left, but some people did not leave their seats, but talked about Chen Nuo's performance just now.

"That Chinese boy must have been panicking. I bet he was calling for his mom in his mind."

"Haha, Richard, you are so mean. It's not his fault at all. Anyone in his position would be at a loss."

"That's true. But I don't know what Christopher is thinking. That's the Joker, how could they choose a Chinese to audition? And how old is he? He looks like my nephew who is in junior high school."

"No, no, no, don't you know? He won the Best Actor Award at the Berlin Film Festival this time last year."

"Berlin Film Festival? Come on, Thomas, do you really think the Best Actor Awards for art films are meaningful? Apart from Cannes, Berlin, Venice, and Rotterdam are just boring charades put together by people who can't get into Hollywood."

"Richard, you are such an arrogant bastard. But I agree with you that being the best actor in Berlin won't help him in Hollywood."

"In fact, it may give him a stepping stone. Just like now, dozens of us have dropped our work and are playing games with him. OMG, please finish it quickly. I have to go interview actors in the afternoon."

In addition to the whispers of the staff, Emma Thomas was also asking her husband: "Chris, do you think that Chinese boy can give you a Heath Ledger-like performance?"

Christopher Nolan shrugged and said, "Of course not. However, Jonathan thinks he has potential. But I don't have too many expectations for this. I just think that he can be given a chance to audition. In any case, the role of the Joker must be decided today. If only Heath Ledger can play it, I hope that this choice is decided by everyone together."

Emma Thomas gets it.

It turned out that her husband had made such a big scene today because - if Heath Ledger was everyone's decision to play the Joker, then if something happened, it would be everyone's responsibility. Emma Thomas chuckled and whispered, "So that's why you called me here? Are you trying to shift some of your responsibility onto me?"

Christopher Nolan smiled and explained: "No, of course not, I called you because I missed you."

Time always flies by quickly when you are chatting with your loved ones.

Christopher Nolan was talking to Emma Thomas in a low voice, and time unknowingly came to 10 o'clock in the morning, which was one hour and ten minutes after Chen Nuo left the house.

Everyone who had left earlier returned to their seats. Michael Yuslan had already looked at his watch three times. He asked Nolan beside him, "Christopher, it's been more than an hour. Do you want to hurry up?"

Christopher Nolan turned around, thought for a moment, and said, "Give him another ten minutes."

Less than ten minutes later, the people in the conference room suddenly heard a commotion coming from the office area outside.

From small to large, from far to near, there were screams, whistles, and applause, spreading towards them.

It was like some plague was spreading rapidly, and finally, the entire floor where they were seemed to be in chaos, with countless people screaming, shouting OMG, and calling Jesus.

People in the office looked at each other in bewilderment. Michael Yuslan couldn't help it and was about to ask his men to go and see what was going on. This was Warner, not Wal-Mart on Black Friday. Who allowed them to shout like that?
Immediately, the noise outside the door reached its peak, because the source of the plague seemed to have arrived at the door of the conference room.

Then, the door was pushed open, and one could see a bunch of people from the office area looking over here. Everyone's eyes were so interested, as if there was a Godzilla standing at the door.

A red-haired girl in her 20s appeared. She was the assistant named Maggie who had taken Chen Nuo to do her makeup. Her face was flushed and her tone was a little excited: "Ladies and gentlemen, are you ready? Your Excellency the Clown, you are honored to be here."

After saying that, she stood aside with her hands hanging down, and a monster in a pink suit walked in.

His hair was green and his face was covered with dried white mud, with no real skin showing. There were a few deep brown grooves on his forehead, like wrinkles, making him look about 30 or 40 years old.

His eyes were two black whirlpools, and his dark pupils were staring at everyone with a smile, full of sarcasm. However, the most terrifying thing was his mouth, which was painted with bright red lipstick, extending from the corners of his mouth to his ears, forming an extremely evil, magnified smile.

The baggy red suit on him looked like an inappropriate outfit for a puppet. He seemed to be walking on tiptoe, making people feel that his whole body was dancing with a mechanical and chaotic rhythm.

His voice, a nightmarish tone that sounded like something from hell, shrieked, "Are you ready? Let's play a game."

(End of this chapter)