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

Chapter 373 Fentanyl (8000 words, monthly tickets plus more!)
Are Chen Nuo and James Pritzker familiar with each other?

of course not!
But this did not prevent him from standing in the center of the stage with his arm around Mr. Pritzker's shoulder after the 18-minute and 52-second short film ended, letting the flash lights in the audience flash one after another.

Although Ellen Page and Nina Dobrev also came.

But obviously, the local audience in Toronto was more curious about how this somewhat famous foreign friend could appear at their self-entertainment screening event?
When the host on the set called out his name and said that he was present, the audience hall erupted in enthusiastic applause that lasted for a long time.

Chen Nuo and his team's original plan was to accept the interview after the screening.

But seeing the applause, coupled with the host's enthusiastic invitation on the stage, and James Pritzker's frequent waving with a smile on his face, Chen Nuo had to go on stage early.

James Pritzker apparently didn't expect this surprise either.

Originally, he had said in advance that he would not come, but now he showed up uninvited. The short film director's round, fat face was grinning so hard that it looked like a full moon, and the corners of his mouth were almost stretched to his ears.

As soon as Chen Nuo stepped onto the stage, Pritzker immediately came up to him and gave him a tight hug with open arms.

"Thank you, Chen, thank you for coming!"

Faced with such enthusiasm, Chen Nuo naturally couldn't say anything else. After all, people really helped him a lot this time.

He patted Pritzker on the back and said with some sincerity, "I should thank you, James. Thank you for your help. Also, your short film is great. I like it very much. Congratulations on making a masterpiece."

After hearing what he said, tears actually flashed in Pritzker's eyes. He blinked hard and said with a trembling voice: "Chen. I am really...really grateful that you can say that."

At first Chen Nuo didn't understand what was going on.

Judging from the Pritzker family's appearance, it is impossible that he has lacked praise and love since childhood, right?
Is it really necessary? With the Democratic Party currently in its heyday, wouldn't it be difficult to go to the White House to get a badge and accept an award from Obama?
His reputation can't possibly be greater than Obama's, right? Why did a simple polite remark cause such a big reaction?

As for no?
But in a private conversation after the event, Pritzker explained the reason for his gaffe.

Well, it’s actually a common story about a rich kid who started a business, but worked hard for more than ten years and never received any recognition.

Everyone should have had similar experiences, it's not surprising.

".I know that although they also say that my movies are good, they are just flattering me. They are after my money. And besides Alan, you are the first person who sincerely praises my work. Thank you, really."

Worthy!

Chen Nuo found that he seemed to be too devoted to his acting... What should he do now?
It’s impossible for him to get angry and say, “Actually, it’s okay. Haha, buddy. Actually, I have something I’d like to ask you for help with. Didn’t you make that Kara or Koala disappear before? I have two people here too. Do you think you can arrange something…”

How the hell can you say that?

He should at least have some dignity!

The words I had prepared were stuck in my throat.
He had no choice but to go along with the character setting and continued to act. He cleared his throat, smiled just the right amount, and said sincerely, "James, honestly, don't doubt your own gifts and talents anymore. There is no doubt that you are a very good director. It's just that I think you should change your environment."

James Pritzker was stunned for a moment and said, "Change the environment, Chen, what do you mean?"

Chen Nuo thought about it and said sincerely: "I think if you turn your attention to Europe, you might get a bigger surprise."

He didn't do it half-heartedly.

He just watched that comedy short film, and the sarcastic and sharp jokes in it really resembled the style of European art films. This style is really at a disadvantage in North America.

But if you take it to European film festivals that favor avant-garde art, the treatment you receive will definitely be different.

It can't be like that just now.

After the short film was played, the whole audience was silent, forcing the host to point out several celebrities who were present to liven up the atmosphere.

It's really insulting.

Actually, what he said now should be common sense to all directors outside North America. Hollywood plays business, Europe plays art.

But for James Pritzker it seemed like a new world had opened up.

His eyes suddenly brightened and he murmured, "You mean, my style is more suitable for Cannes and Berlin?"

Well, he hasn’t even made a feature film yet, but he’s already going straight to Cannes and Berlin. He really is the top rich second generation among Americans.

Chen Nuo was just about to persuade the other party not to aim too high, and to start from places like Rotterdam and Locarno to test the waters. If that didn't work out, it would also be a good idea to try his luck in places like Tokyo and Tallinn.

But before he could finish his step-by-step advice, Pritzker clapped his hands and shouted excitedly, "Chen, you are right! Indeed, I have limited myself too much!"

His round, fat face turned red with excitement, and his eyes sparkled, as if he had been injected with chicken blood. "I have always felt that audiences in North America cannot appreciate my depth. They just like those straightforward popcorn movies. But my movies are different. They have connotation and artistry!"

Pritzker gestured with his hands and feet, "Just like the short film just now. The jokes I set are not that simple, they are ironic, and the deep meaning behind them is to make people think! But the people here just asked me 'where's the joke' after watching it? Motherfuckers, a bunch of idiots, I thought it was my problem, but now it seems to be their problem?"

Chen Nuo's mouth twitched, and he resisted the urge to complain, nodded and agreed, "Yes, that's right."

Pritzker suddenly grabbed Chen Nuo's shoulders and said anxiously: "Chen, in this case, you have to help me no matter what."

……

……

Surrounded by Linghu, Qi Yuntian and Alison Graham, Chen Nuo returned to the Ford SUV he had come in.

It was only then that he noticed the feminine interior of the car, "Alison, is this your car?"

"No, it's my daughter's." A trace of sadness flashed across Alison Graham's eyes, but she immediately cheered up and asked, "Well, Chen, have you told him?"

Chen Nuo shook his head awkwardly and said, "No."

Alison was stunned for a moment, then shook her head helplessly and said, “Chen, you…well, I can only say that you are a good person.”

Qi Yuntian chuckled.

Chen Nuo glared at him and was about to explain.

But the woman had already continued speaking, so he had no choice but to shut up in disappointment.

"But it doesn't matter. The most important thing now is to calm down the public opinion so that you can go see your child. As for the two paparazzi, let's talk to them first. I hope they can be more tactful and not make excessive demands."

"Hahaha, cheers!"

In a strip bar in Toronto, Jeffrey picked up a glass of amber whiskey, clinked glasses with Aaron, and shouted with great excitement.

The lighting here is dim and ambiguous, the air is filled with the mixed smell of alcohol, perfume and tobacco, deafening electronic music roars, and the neon lights beside the bar flicker, making the faces of the people around appear bright and dim, and only a clear outline can be seen.

In the center of the stage, under the spotlight, a hot dancer is performing.

She was wearing a red bikini covered with sequins. Her slender waist and long legs showed off her seductive curves under the light. Her skin glowed with an oily luster under the light. Beads of sweat slid down her collarbone and disappeared into her deep cleavage.

She twisted her body to the music, and every movement drew whistles and cheers from the audience.

Jeffrey took a big gulp of whiskey, then pulled out a 20 Canadian dollar bill from his wallet, stood up, and squeezed toward the edge of the stage.

"Baby, you dance so damn well!"

he shouted at the top of his lungs.

The dancer came over with understanding. He stuffed the bill into the dancer's belt and rubbed her smooth belly with his fingertips.

The dancer raised her lips into a coquettish smile, squatted down, whispered something in his ear, and her hot breath sprayed on his face. Jeffrey immediately grinned lewdly, took out a crumpled 50 Canadian dollars from his pocket and stuffed it into the bikini on the dancer's chest.

Afterwards, Jeffrey staggered back to his seat, winked at Aaron smugly, pointed at the dancer, and said with a lewd look on his face: "See, it's her. She told me to wait for her to get off work tonight. I'm going to have sex with her tonight! Hahahaha."

Aaron laughed, revealing a row of yellow teeth. He was about to say something when he suddenly felt someone bumped hard on his back.

"WTF!"

Aaron's back was hurt from the collision and he almost fell off the high chair. He became furious and turned around to start cursing.

However, the flaxen-haired middle-aged man who seemed to be passing by behind him suddenly stared at his face and shouted in surprise: "Aaron? You are Aaron House, right?"

Aaron was stunned for a moment, and looked up and down at the man in front of him in the dim light.

A middle-aged white man, about forty years old, wearing an ordinary black leather jacket, of medium height and ordinary looks, the kind you would never be able to find if thrown into a crowd.

Aaron frowned, searched his memory, and said hesitantly: "Who are you? Do I know you?"

"Of course! Oh, Aaron, I didn't expect to see you here!"

Hearing his answer, the man immediately put on a smile and shouted at the top of his voice amid the deafening music. His tone was as enthusiastic as if he had met an old friend after a long absence.

He patted Aaron's shoulder, a little too affectionately, then pointed at Jeffrey and laughed, "Jeffrey Zhang, right? Haha, what about you, do you still remember me?"

Jeffrey shook his dizzy head, squinted his eyes and tried to identify him, then shook his head and said vaguely: "No, I don't know you."

"Haha, it seems you forgot. OK, it's okay, I'll go find a friend over there and come find you later." The man waved his hand and said with a bright smile. He turned and squeezed into the crowd, and disappeared in the blink of an eye.

Jeffrey and Aaron looked at each other.

"You know him?"

"No. You?"

"I don't know him either." Jeffrey said, "Fuck, he's crazy."

Aaron shrugged, "Probably." He suddenly leaned over and lowered his voice and said, "When are you going to call back?"

"Don't worry." Jeffrey shook his finger. "Aaron, remember, it's good to whet their appetite. They should be hiding somewhere trembling, afraid that we will reveal more information. Let them be afraid for a while, and then they will give us what we want."

Aaron chuckled, licked his lips and said, "I'll listen to you, Jeffrey. You still know how to deal with the Chinese."

Jeffrey smiled proudly: "Of course, haha! Remember what I said last time? To deal with the Chinese, we need to teach them a lesson! Don't be polite to them. Look, it's just two tweets, and now they are begging us."

"Haha, we're really going to get rich. One million Canadian dollars, 100 each, I'm going to go..."

"Come on, Aaron," Jeffrey interrupted. "What do you mean by a million? That was the price in the past. It's not that much now."

Aaron's eyes widened and he asked, "How much do you want?"

"500 million!"

"WHAT!?" Aaron said in astonishment.

Jeffrey smiled and said, "Why? Do you think it's a lot?"

Aaron looked around, got closer with excitement on his face, and said, "So much? Fuck, are you sure they can agree to it? I mean... this is 500 million, motherfucker 500 million, and 250 million for each of us!"

Jeffrey shook his head. "Don't make a fuss, Aaron. You don't pay attention to entertainment news. You only know that he is famous, but you don't know how rich he is. Let me tell you this, 500 million is an astronomical figure for us, but it is nothing to him."

As he spoke, Jeffrey couldn't help but feel as if he were in a dream.

He also didn't expect that everything would go so smoothly.

In fact, he originally just planned to send one or two pictures to scare the other party.

Unexpectedly, the news was actually passed back to China, and finally became a huge bomb. It had an unexpected effect.

He licked his lips. Greed grew like a vine in his heart. When he thought about how much the other party cared about the evidence in their hands, he couldn't help but imagine how many zeros there would be in Chen Nuo's bank account.

"And, Aaron, let me tell you something."

"what?"

“I kind of want him to be our long-term wallet.”

Aaron was surprised and asked, "What do you mean?"

Jeffrey said, "We hold such crucial information. Think about it. We have all the information about his lover and his children. And we only ask him for a few million? I really think it's too little. That's Nuo Chen. He has made $1.2 million in the past two years and will make more in the future! Don't we have the right to share a piece of it?"

"Oh my god, Jeffrey, you... you, motherfucker, you are such a greedy devil."

"Yes I am. So, Aaron, what do you think of this idea, do you want to participate?"

"Of course, I fucking love the feeling of being a devil!! Hahahahahahaha, OK, fuck it, let's make his money our money and let Nuochen work for us! Come on, cheers! To our long-term wallets!"

"Hahaha, cheers to your wallet!" The two of them drank another glass happily.

Suddenly, I heard someone say, "Hey, Jeffrey, Aaron, can we have a drink together?"

Jeffrey and Aaron turned their heads and saw under the dim lights of the ballroom, it was the strange man who had greeted them just now.

This time, however, he was accompanied by a blonde woman.

In the dim shadows, you can see that this woman is tall and wearing a miniskirt that tightly holds her body. She has big breasts and a perky butt, with most of her breasts exposed. She looks no less sexy than the stripper on the stage.

The two people's eyes widened immediately.

"Halo, two handsome guys. Nice to meet you. I'm Catherine. I heard that you are Mike's good friends. Would you like to have a drink together?" said the woman at this time.

The light was dim, but you could see that she had heavy makeup on her face, heavy blush, a slightly stiff expression, big eyes and long eyelashes. She looked a bit like the Barbie doll in the window display. Her voice was a little hoarse, but it sounded quite sexy.

Jeffrey and Aaron looked at each other and immediately swallowed back the words of rejection that were about to come out of their mouths.

Then, the four of them squeezed together at a table, chatting and drinking. Jeffrey and Aaron's attention was all on the woman named Catherine, and they flirted with her from left to right, their eyes wishing they could fall into her towering ravine.

However, the man named Mike didn't seem to care about being left out. He kept smiling and even took the initiative to pour them a few glasses of wine.

Mike and Catherine sat for about a quarter of an hour and then left.

Before leaving, Catherine winked at both of them, and Mike held the woman's waist as they disappeared into the crowd.

Jeffrey stared at Catherine's back and noticed that she was really tall, even taller than Mike. He couldn't help but say, "This woman is really hot."

Aaron chuckled and said, "It's a pity that he left, otherwise tonight..."

Before he finished speaking, he suddenly frowned and rubbed his chest: “Jeffrey, do you feel... as if the air is a little stuffy?”

Jeffrey was a little surprised and was about to ask him if he was drunk, but as soon as he opened his mouth, he felt something was wrong. He felt as if something was pressing on his chest, his fingers began to go numb, and his head began to feel dizzy.

He shook his head, "What's going on?"

Then, in a very short time, things took a turn for the worse.

Aaron covered his stomach, his face turned blue, his lips turned purple, cold sweat dripped from his forehead, and he put his hands on the table and tried to stand up, but he ended up knocking the whole table to the ground. With a crash, the wine bottles and glasses on the table shattered to the ground.

The same thing happened to Jeffrey. He collapsed to the ground and slowly fell into a coma.

The movement of the two of them immediately attracted the attention of the people around them.

Just as people in the bar began to panic and dial 911, a gray Toyota was slowly driving away on the street outside.

The driver was the middle-aged man named Mike, and sitting in the passenger seat was the tall and strong Catherine.

Outside, under the streetlight, Katherine looked even stranger than she had in the strip bar.

At this time, Catherine suddenly pulled down her long golden hair, revealing a big bald head underneath, and asked in a rough voice: "Mike, is the weight of your attack okay?"

Mike said calmly: "No, I promise it's just right."

Catherine nodded, and after pulling out her hair, she pulled off her face and the entire bra pad.

All of a sudden, the originally charming and beautiful woman immediately turned into a burly man with short hair.

"That's good. It's better not to kill anyone. Anyway, we've already taken the things from the car of those two idiots. According to the instructions from our superiors, we just need to make them disappear for a while."

Mike said, "I know, so I only hid 2 milligrams under my fingernails and put them into their whiskey. After mixing with the alcohol, this dose will only cause their brains to start lacking oxygen, but it will not be fatal. After 15 minutes, the hospital will not be able to find anything and will only think it is a drug overdose caused by drug abuse. Next, they will be in a coma for a while... After that, they may lose their memory, or they may become a vegetable for a while, or they may become addicted to drugs later. In any case, they will definitely not die."

"Great. Did I tell you that I really like this method you developed? Drug abuse, this term is good. Hospitals like it very much, and the police like it even more, because everyone can put the blame on Mexico, and no one needs to be held responsible. Hahahahaha."

"hehe."

"Mike, I have to say, no wonder you were able to climb up. Because Clinton and his people like to use people like you who are clean-handed and smart. When you get promoted and make a fortune, don't forget me."

"...Let's not talk about this. Are you holding the camera's memory card or am I holding it?"

"Take it and destroy it anywhere you like."

"it is good."

After that, the Honda sedan drove farther and farther into the Toronto night.

At a corner, a small glass bottle flew out of the driver's seat window and landed accurately in a roadside trash can.

The glass bottle was very small, only the size of a finger joint.

There was an even smaller label on it, in English, with a strange word written on it:
"Fentanyl".

……

……

"Any news from them?"

"No, the phone is turned off."

"Shit, what do they want? More money? I've never seen such greedy paparazzi. I swear to God, these two will die miserably sooner or later."

Chen Nuo looked at Alison Graham walking back and forth in front of him with an impatient look on her face, and couldn't help but smile and said, "Alison, okay, don't worry, anyway, the matter is half solved now, isn't it?"

Alison Graham stopped, looked at him and said, "But, Chen, these two people are like a time bomb. If they are not defuse in time, no one knows what will happen next."

"Then we'll talk about it when the time comes. We Chinese have a saying, 'haste makes waste', which means..."

He coughed and waved his hand. "Anyway, don't panic. Now let's talk about something else. Alison, I want to tell you that I am very satisfied with your work so far. I think we should have a serious talk."

Chen Nuo looked down at the baby wrapped in swaddling clothes in the incubator in front of him and spoke softly.

……

……

a day ago.

While the Chinese internet was still discussing whether Chen Nuo and Fan Binbing really had a child, an even more shocking news came from the other side of the Pacific Ocean.

So much so that Hu Xijin, editor-in-chief of the Global Times, posted an article on Sina Weibo at an unprecedented speed.

This news was spread by major portals and various entertainment marketing accounts on Sina Weibo as soon as work started at 11:16 a.m. on November 9, and Hu Xijin's article was published at 9:41.

Even by the speed of a chameleon, this is definitely abnormally fast.

"Lao Hu saw the news that Chen Nuo was interviewed by a local reporter after attending a movie screening in Toronto and said: 'I am planning to buy a property in Toronto, Canada.'

In the subsequent interview, he also confirmed that this property was the house we saw in the previous photos.

In this way, the truth comes to light.

Although there was no direct response to the online rumors, Lao Hu felt that Chen Nuo's response was timely and sincere. It also solved the doubts in many of our hearts.

Lao Hu said, I have always admired the achievements of this young man Chen Nuo.

Lao Hu never believed this rumor from beginning to end.

But I can also understand that when a young person faces such overwhelming pressure, it is inevitable that he or she will have some irrational and impulsive thoughts.

But if one is really so angry that he or she decides to immigrate, I think it is a bit too much.

Maybe he also fell into the trap of a small number of people with ulterior motives.

I, Lao Hu, have not gotten involved in this mess from the very beginning, and have been calling on everyone to look at it rationally. Unfortunately, my voice is too small to drown out the messy noise.

Here, I am also very ashamed and want to say sorry to Chen Nuo.

I also appeal here that in order to avoid something that would make the relatives sad and the enemies happy, friends who have questioned Chen Nuo can also say sorry to Chen Nuo like Lao Hu did, so that he can calm down. "

However, the complete version of this Weibo post only existed for 13 minutes. By 9:54, it had become "edited".

Compared with the previous version, the edited version deleted the last sentence.

The reason is simple -

Netizens don’t listen to advice.

"I will say Chen Nuo I'm sorry, but I will also say Hu Xijin, fuck your mother." Likes: 12315, Comments: 192
"Let us apologize? Why don't you ask your ancestors to kowtow to Chen Nuo first?" Likes: 9872, Comments: 135
"Stop being a lickspittle here. Brother Nuo doesn't need you to lick him." Likes: 7641, Comments: 184
"The people have sharp eyes, so they have long seen that you are a two-faced person." Likes: 6503, Comments: 121
"You have been muddying the waters from the beginning to the end, pretending to be so noble?" Likes: 5917, Comments: 78
This shows that Editor-in-Chief Hu made a mistake in a hurry. After editing, he can also be said to have found his way back.

But, this can’t actually be blamed on Editor-in-Chief Hu.

This rumor is really too shocking and very real. It can be said that it has exposed some concerns that have been circulating in the Chinese entertainment fan circle.

Therefore, not only did all major portals report the news at the first time, but an unprecedented situation also appeared on the Weibo accounts of several major companies. The term "Chen Nuo is preparing to immigrate" occupied the first place on every Weibo hot search list.

How could Chief Editor Hu not take advantage of this kind of popularity?

"I knew it would happen sooner or later. #Chen Nuo is preparing to immigrate#"

"Haha, those people who spread the rumors, are they happy now? People won't play with you anymore! #Chen Nuo is preparing to emigrate#"

"Someone on Tianya has already analyzed that more than 90% of Chen Nuo's earnings are spent abroad. Immigrating to Taiwan is a win-win for him. His career will only get better! #陈诺准备移民#"

"The pay for making a movie in China is one tenth of Li xx's, while abroad it's almost the other way around. I left early. I admire Brother Nuo for being able to endure until now. #Chen Nuo is preparing to immigrate#"

"I'm not going to play with you guys anymore. Haha. Are you mad, haters? I'm reluctant, but I respect you. #Chen Nuo is preparing to immigrate#"

"Really? No, Brother Nuo! I will never say anything to you again. Even if you find eight women to start a harem, I will only say that you are capable. Don't leave! #Chen Nuo prepares to immigrate#"

"Nono wants to immigrate, so I won't stay here either. #Chen Nuo is preparing to immigrate#"

"Everyone would be angry, okay! He was just planning to buy a house, but was slandered by foreign tabloid reporters, and some brainless people in China also followed suit to slander him. Everyone has a temper! But I still don't want him to leave. #Don't leave#Chen Nuo is preparing to immigrate#"

Then, the term #不要去# also exploded, and even on Sina Weibo at 2010:11 p.m. on November 16, 1, it surpassed the term #陈诺准备移民# with the word "explosion" and topped the hot search list.

I don’t know how many people left messages on Chen Nuo’s Sina Weibo.

"Brother Nuo, don't leave! We are still true fans in China! #Don't leave#"

"Nunuo, don't go. We won't bother with fools! #Don't go#"

"No matter how good a foreign country is, it's not home. Don't leave! #Don't leave#"

"Brother Nuo, I was wrong. I blackmailed you before, but now I regret it. Stay! #Don't leave#"

"Please don't go! Go to hell, all the haters, apologize to me! #Don't go#"

"As a hater, I want to say that I was wrong. I believe you and Fan Binbing are innocent. Sorry! #Don't go#"

"Chen Nuo, if you leave, won't the haters laugh like crazy? Stay and piss them off to death! #Don't leave#"

"Go away! If you are a man, you should stay and fight the haters. What's the point of leaving? #Don't go#"

"Don't go, Nuonuo! I have been following you since the Dumb House until now, and I will always support you. Those rumor-mongering rubbish don't deserve to make you angry. #Don't go#"

When Chen Nuo's latest Weibo post, which was a photo of the set when he arrived in Canada in October to start reshooting "Twilight 10", received over 3 comments, Chen Nuo himself hadn't responded yet.

The third hot search term related to Chen Nuo appeared and squeezed into the top five of Sina's hot search list.

#How to persuade him to stay#.

Ps:

This is an additional chapter for 1100 monthly tickets, a total of 2000 words added.

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