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

Chapter 408 Twilight Wraps Up Filming, Dream Thief Begins
Gulnazar registered her Weibo account on November 6, 2010, which was her second day working at Huanxin Company.

Huanxin Company has a rule that every new employee must register a Weibo account. Gulnazar initially didn't understand why. Later, she learned that the company had shares in Sina Weibo.

After joining Weibo, Gulnazar would occasionally post selfies on it.

Initially, only some family and friends in XJ paid attention to her.

In March, she started recording the places she visited on the app, showing her parents and friends in XJ where she was and what she was doing.

Unexpectedly, as a result, more and more people started paying attention to her every day.

By June 15, 2011, the number had already surpassed 100,000.

This puts them in the top 50 among travel bloggers.

"Wow!! Congratulations, that's amazing, congratulations!" Her roommate exclaimed in an exaggerated tone, a bright white smile appearing on her dark face, before jumping onto her bed and giving her a hug.

Gulnazar was nearly crushed to death, and while struggling, she laughed and said, "Hahaha, thank you, Michelle."

"Should I go buy some wine to celebrate?"

"Uh, it's too late, let's forget about it."

"It's okay, I'm downstairs, wait for me."

Michelle went off decisively, and Gulnazar found a photo in her phone album of herself making a heart shape with her fingers against a background of a forest and a lake, and posted it on Weibo.

The caption read: "100000 followers! Thank you everyone!"

Soon, someone left a comment in the comments section; it was one of her longtime fans.

"congratulations."

Gulnazar replied, "Thank you."

Right after I replied to this one, other fans' comments appeared.

Gulnazar looked at each message one by one, and replied to those that were interesting or that she recognized.

A migrant worker carrying heavy bricks cried out, "Waaah, this place is so beautiful! Why are there only hands and no faces?"

I am Nazha: "No makeup [glow stick]".

White nightlight: "Goddess, where is this?"

"Vancouver."

Young Earl: "It's good to be rich."

"Being poor is just a job [laughs]."

A cat under the starry sky: "What does a goddess do?"

"It's a secret [laughs]."

The gossip expert: "Congratulations on surpassing 10 followers!"

"Thank you, Guagua."

However, as the number of comments increased, Gulnazar stopped replying and just looked at them.

She noticed that the comments section was now buzzing with discussion about the Weibo post titled "Cats Under the Stars."

They're discussing what she actually does for a living again.

It's still the same old thing.

Some people call her a rich heiress or a second-generation rich kid, while others say she's a mistress or a concubine, and still others say she just stole pictures from the internet and posted them to attract attention.

In short, none of it was anything good.

Similar discussions have occurred frequently over the past few months. At first, Gulnazar would get angry when she saw them, but now she's come to terms with it. Why get angry? Like Michelle said, don't care about what others think, just be yourself.

Doorbell rang.

I walked over and opened the door, and my dark-skinned roommate suddenly darted in.

Gulnazar asked curiously, "What's wrong?"

"Close the door quickly."

Gulnazar closed the door.

Michelle started laughing in her Black accent as she said, “I think that woman is knocking on our boss’s door again. I saw her coming from that side. OMG, I feel so sorry for Robert Pattinson now. That poor guy beat up the director for her, lost his job, and now she’s still trying to seduce our boss, cheating on him again and again. Or maybe he wasn’t wrong at all that day.”

A month ago, Gulnazar definitely wouldn't have understood what Michelle Williams was saying, but after spending so much time together, even though Michelle was talking like a machine gun, she could understand most of it.

She was taken aback and replied in English, "She went again? Is the shop open?"

"Of course not, otherwise I wouldn't have run into her. This woman's breasts aren't as big as yours, her butt isn't as perky, her face isn't as pretty, and she already has a boyfriend. How could the boss possibly be interested in her?"

Gulnazar breathed a sigh of relief, then said with dissatisfaction, "But my breasts aren't as big as yours, and my butt isn't as big as yours either."

Michelle threw the plastic bag on the bed, cupped her hands to her chest, and smiled adorably, saying in Chinese, "Almost there, almost there."

"Haha, it's about the same, about the same."

This is how the two girls currently interact: you teach me English, and I teach you Chinese. They practice their spoken English together.

Although Michelle lived in China for over two years, her Chinese was still not as good as Gulnazar's English. Therefore, they usually communicated in English. In a way, Gulnazar had the advantage. Although the black girl never seemed to mind.

When Gulnazar was in Beijing, she noticed the black makeup artist in her company, but they never interacted until recently in Cannes, when they became acquainted.

By this time, while filming Twilight with Chen Nuo, a makeup artist and a junior assistant were living together. Over the years, their bond had grown stronger.

At that moment, the two girls each opened a can of beer, clinked glasses, and started chatting as they drank.

"Are you really going to settle down in Beijing from now on? You're not going back to the US?"

“Of course,” Michelle said. “I love China, I love Huanxin, I love Chris and my boss, and I love my job. What would I do back in America? All I’d get there is discrimination and bullying!”

Gulnazar giggled, "It can't be that bad, can it?"

Michelle said, “If you had grown up in a slum like me, you wouldn’t say that. I’m planning to buy a house in Beijing this time, so I’ll have a home in China. Then I can stay there forever.”

Gulnazar remembered the commission she had just received, 40 yuan. If she saved up a little more and managed to get 50 yuan, it would be enough for a down payment on a small apartment in Beijing's Third Ring Road area.

So he smiled and said, "If the place you're buying isn't too expensive, I can buy in the same neighborhood as you, and we can be neighbors."

“Haha, it definitely won’t be expensive, even if it were, I couldn’t afford it.” Michelle Williams laughed happily. “Zhao will be there too. She said she wants to live in the same neighborhood as me. The three of us can hang out together. Zhao is a really nice person, you’ll definitely become friends with her.”

"Zhao? Which Zhao?"

"Zhao, Zhao Liying, don't you know her? She's a great actress in our company. I worked with her for several months when she was filming a Chinese period drama. She's very, very lovely, I like her a lot."

Hearing Michelle talk about Zhao Liying and her happy expression, Gulnazar felt a pang of jealousy and forced a smile, saying, "I know her. She's famous now. Would she even want the house we live in?"

"Haha, of course she will. Besides, I have a feeling, Nazha, you'll be a star someday. If you need to attend events, I'll do your makeup. You'll only need to pay me $1000 each time."

"$1000! That's so expensive, you might as well kill me!"

"What? You'll be a big star by then, earning millions every year, and you can't even part with this little bit of money?"

Gulnazar crossed her legs on the bed, took a sip of wine, and said, "Actually, I don't want to be a celebrity anymore."

"Why?" Michelle asked curiously.

Why……

At that moment, many images flashed through Gulnazar's mind.

Six months ago, she was a poor little thing with nowhere to go.
But who would have thought,

She has now unknowingly traveled to half of the globe.

She ate ramen in Tokyo, grilled chicken wings in New Orleans, walked the red carpet in Cannes, enjoyed the Los Angeles sunshine, and even took a photo with the Christ the Redeemer statue in Rio.

Now, she spends her days wandering among the mountains and lakes of Vancouver.

Gulnazar hiccuped and said, "Because the world is so big, I want to travel more."

……

……

Chen Nuo's final scene in "Twilight" was filmed on location in Squamish, Vancouver, Canada.

In the play, Edward and Bella bid farewell to their daughter Renesmee and her partner Jacob amidst the sunset, wildflowers, and snow-capped mountains, marking the finale of the series.

On this day, the story between Chen Nuo and Twilight will come to an end here.

In the final scene, there was almost no movement; Chen Nuo simply stood still the entire time and then said a line to Christine's face.

The dialogue is very simple, just a sigh and a word of comfort.

However, Chen Nuo needs to express very intense emotions so that the ending of the entire series has an emotional climax.

Before filming this scene, Bill Reed called Chen Nuo aside and talked to him about the scene for a long time.

When filming finally began, everyone's eyes were on the man in the audience.

Everyone knew this was the last performance, and that everyone would have to work afterwards, but he was leaving. So, everyone's eyes were filled with memories and emotions.

Including Rob Friedman, who made a special trip to the event today.

Even if the Jews had a thousand complaints about Chen Nuo, they had to admit that without him, Twilight would not be what it is today.

He looked back and around, though he could no longer see anything from there.

However, just by moving a little further out—

You could see groups of fans holding fluorescent signs that read 'Edward' and 'Bella' outside the cordon, as well as a dozen or twenty media outlets with their cameras and microphones.

This isn't an isolated case today; it's been the same every day.

Even major entertainment media outlets like TMZ and E!News have dedicated reporters who follow the lead actors around every day, trying to capture every moment of the male and female leads' appearances and report on their interactions on set and behind-the-scenes stories.

It wasn't just in Vancouver; it was even more outrageous when we were filming in Rio.

The enthusiastic Brazilian girls almost made filming impossible.

He received several reports from California that people had stormed onto the set and disrupted filming. Furthermore, wherever the male and female leads went for outdoor scenes, they were surrounded and photographed by hundreds or even thousands of crazed fans, bringing the entire filming process to a near standstill.

In the end, he doubled the security measures so that the filming could be completed smoothly.

Today, they are considered the three largest fan groups in the world: Twihards (Twilight), Potterheads (Harry Potter), and Trekkies (Star Trek).

They were crazy fans, regarding Portland, the filming location of Twilight 1, as a sacred place. Every time Twilight started filming, they would follow the crew from one location to another.

While these die-hard fans bring many difficulties to their filming, it is precisely because of these core fans that, despite losing a significant portion of the box office revenue, the sales of copyrights and merchandise are still enough to generate satisfactory profits for the company at its peak.

So, should we thank him or hate him?
Even the most hard-hearted Jewish old man couldn't help but feel a little confused.

Under his complex and inexplicable gaze, Chen Nuo's final Twilight shoot began.

"ACTION!"

On the grass, the setting sun casts its golden glow, wildflowers sway gently in the breeze, and distant snow-capped mountains appear and disappear in the thin mist.

The man standing on the grass, just like when he first appeared in the movie, remains as young and handsome as ever after many years; time seems to have stood still for him.

He was dressed in a dark gray sweater, his face was completely bloodless, and his golden pupils shone in the sunlight, making him seem to exist between reality and illusion.

He looked at the woman in front of him with gentle eyes, and then the camera zoomed in.

Before filming this scene, he listened to Bill Ridton's rambling explanations of the scene, but he didn't quite agree with them.

Bill believes that when Edward sees Bella's memories of their first meeting in Twilight 1, their painful separation in New Moon, their fighting side by side in Eclipse, their wedding and the birth of their daughter in Breaking Dawn, and finally their daughter growing up and leaving with another man, it's all part of the story.

Edward would feel his love for Bella, so he would say those words in a passionate tone.

Chen Nuo, however, had a different idea.

At this point, he decided to follow his own ideas and act as a graduation gift to himself.

Thus, in close-up shots, his expressions progressed in layers.

First he closed his eyes, his eyelashes fluttering slightly, then he opened them, his pupils contracting slightly, and finally, he stared blankly at Christine with a blank expression.

There was no laughter.

Unlike the square-faced man in the original version, who smiled like a lovesick idiot trying to express love.

Here, Chen Nuo's face held a desolate calm.

Looking back, he realizes that time has once again moved a great distance in front of him. His daughter has grown up, but he remains forever young. How many feelings must he have?

How much of these feelings are far beyond superficial love?

After all, love is just a rosy dream of youth. It will shatter under countless external forces.

Immortality, however, is the true steel forged through countless trials, bearing an indescribable weight.

Amidst this heavy heart, Chen Nuo spoke in a low voice:

"Bella, don't be trapped by the present, we have eternal time."

The camera focused on Chen Nuo's face.

His gaze lingered on Christine, calm yet seemingly bearing the weight of a thousand years. His lips remained unsmiling; his face held a desolate tranquility, like an antique medieval oil painting.

"Card!"

After Bill Ridton finished speaking, he paused for more than 10 seconds.

He knew that his communication with Chen Nuo before filming had been in vain.

Why did Chen Nuo act this way? As a professional romance film director, he couldn't understand it at all.

What happened to the love we were promised?

Where is the sweetness between Edward and Bella that we were promised?

Bill Ridton wanted to do it again, but at that moment, everyone in the room was watching him.

From actors to producers, everyone seemed to be waiting for him to say that one word.

Bill Ridton cursed inwardly, while the opportunistic director flashed a knowing smile and shouted, "OK, cut!"

At the command, everyone cheered.

Kristen Stewart was the first to step forward and give Chen Nuo a hug, whispering in his ear, "I'm sorry. Actually, I just wanted to tell you this."

Chen Nuo patted her on the back without saying a word.

Then, he looked at Rob Friedman who was walking over and smiled genuinely.

The fat Jewish man, carrying a large bouquet of flowers, walked towards him with a broad smile. He had clearly found out somewhere about the wrap-up rules for filming in China.

Friedman handed him the flowers first, and then the two hugged tightly.

"Thank you," Chen Nuo said sincerely, speaking first.

If this fat guy hadn't come knocking on his door, he wouldn't have had the opportunity to film Twilight, and his life would definitely have taken a completely different turn.

He is now most likely to be working in the world of art films, just as Li Er hoped, rather than embarking on the path that no one has ever walked before, nor did anyone ever expect him to take.

These words were spoken so sincerely that even Friedman was moved. He looked Chen Nuo up and down, and then smiled and said, "I should be the one saying that. Thank you."

Damn it, what's this guy up to now? Why is he suddenly doing this? Damn it, he's probably up to something again.

Don't be fooled, Rob.

Thank you, not thank you, thank God, at least I don't have to deal with you anymore.

Hurry up and leave!

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On June 24, outside the NPR building at 1111 North Carolina Avenue in Washington, D.C., many reporters with cameras and microphones were waiting, along with a number of fans holding up various signs.

Li Jiayuan also stood at the door with his supervisor.

As a Canadian-Chinese intern at NPR, a public radio station, his feelings were almost no different from those of his fans.

If you were to ask which celebrity has garnered the most attention among young Chinese Americans in North America in the past two years?
The answer is no surprise.

Especially after this year's Oscars, when they saw someone with the same yellow skin as themselves standing on the stage of the 83rd Academy Awards, speaking eloquently... how can these Chinese Americans describe their feelings?

A month ago, I learned that he would be coming to NPR to participate in their two flagship shows, "All Things Considered" and "Fresh Air".

But Li Jiayuan never expected that he would be selected as one of the staff members to receive distinguished guests.

Li Jiayuan recalled the envious and jealous looks from the other interns when they learned that he would be accompanying them today. He really couldn't have imagined that his Chinese heritage could one day become a special kind of passport.

Standing at the entrance of NPR headquarters, a gentle early summer breeze was blowing when suddenly two black Lincoln Navigator SUVs pulled up and stopped at the bottom of the steps, and he was immediately surrounded by the screams of fans.

Four tall, burly bodyguards in black suits got out of the car behind and quickly stepped forward, partially surrounding the car in front.

Then a bodyguard with a Chinese face got out of the passenger seat of the car in front, and after confirming that it was safe, opened the back door.

Upon seeing this, Li Jiayuan couldn't help but recall some comments on Twitter, and he felt very disapproving.

What's there to criticize? Aren't all Hollywood stars like this? This kind of ostentation is perfectly normal. If you really think Hollywood billionaires go out for coffee like ordinary people, then you're incredibly naive.

At that moment, the car door opened, and a man in a suit immediately got out.

The man was wearing a tailor-made dark gray suit, which fit him perfectly and accentuated his taller and thinner figure compared to that of Caucasians.

He was wearing sunglasses, only revealing the lower half of his face.

The fans' screams instantly grew several decibels louder: "Chen Nuo! Nuo! Look here!" "CHEN!" "NUO!" "CHEN!" "Edward, look at me!"

Meanwhile, reporters who had been waiting on both sides began to crowd forward. Photographers raised their long lenses and took pictures, while print reporters used their recording pens to ask all sorts of questions.

"Chen, will you be hosting the Oscars next year?"

"I heard you turned down the Oscar invitation, is that true?"

"How's Twilight coming along? Can you say a few words to your fans?"

"Is it true that you'll be going on The Oprah Winfrey Show to promote Inception?"

"Nuo, is there anything you'd like to say to your fans about your new film?"

This match was absolutely insane for Li Jiayuan; just watching it made his head spin.

But the person who came was clearly already familiar with this kind of scene.

The NPR security guards formed a human wall that firmly blocked the excited crowd. He waved to both sides and walked up the steps without stopping for a moment.

When Li Jiayuan saw Jim Carter, senior producer at NPR News, a smile he had never seen before spread across his face. He quickly straightened his tie, straightened his back, and walked down the steps to greet him.

"Chen, welcome to NPR! I'm Jim Carter, coordinating today's recording of 'All Things Considered' and 'Fresh Air'."

"Hello Jim." Chen Nuo took off his sunglasses and shook hands with the chubby man in front of him.

After that, he met with several NPR executives and got to know them.

As the largest non-profit public radio station in North America, their core audience consists of highly educated, high-income culture enthusiasts aged 25-54. For movies, this audience is the core box office group for art films and mind-bending blockbusters.

Therefore, NPR is actually the preferred platform for many film promotions.

When the Dark Knight was first being promoted, he wasn't qualified to come; Nolan and Christian Bale represented the crew.

Therefore, Chen Nuo felt that coming here to get to know more people inside the company might come in handy sometime in the future, especially when Huanxin Company was preparing for a global launch.

After patiently exchanging a few pleasantries with the foreigners, Chen Nuo suddenly noticed a handsome young man with an Asian face looking at him from the back row. That wouldn't have been so bad, but the key point was that this person looked somewhat familiar.

Jim Carter noticed his gaze and smiled, “This is Wu, our intern, just like you, from China.”

Li Jiayuan stammered in somewhat broken Chinese, "Hello, Chen, it's nice to meet you."

Chen Nuo greeted him and took a few more serious looks at Li Jiaheng, but he couldn't quite place where this familiar feeling came from. In the end, he could only give up and follow Jim Carter into the NPR building.

As the first stop for promoting "Inception," he still needs to stay focused and not mess things up.

(End of this chapter)