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

Chapter 434 Ecstasy
The champagne-colored satin gown clung to her slender figure, outlining her curves, like a finely crafted gold vase, shimmering softly in the light and shadow.

She turned around, looked at Chen Nuo, her red lips slightly parted, but she didn't say anything.

Then, he gently lifted the shoulder strap with his right hand.

"stop--"

Chen Nuo only had time to utter one word before she saw the dress slide down like a waterfall, the smooth fabric silently piling up at her feet, revealing her breathtaking body.

Apart from a black thong, she was completely naked.

Golden light poured down from the ceiling, illuminating her sculpted features and giving her skin a honey-colored glow.

From ankle to thigh, the skin is smooth, delicate, and flawless, like polished silk, without a single hair visible. The firm muscles exude a healthy and powerful beauty, making one marvel at waxing as truly a great invention of human civilization.

At 36, she still maintains the figure of someone in their twenties. Her breasts are full and firm, her abdomen is flat, and she has clearly defined abs. She looks like a female leopard poised to pounce on the spring prairie, standing quietly but exuding a wild and aggressive aura.

The overwhelming beauty and oppressive force of the scene made Chen Nuo involuntarily swallow.

He was wearing a pair of light, casual summer pants, and subconsciously crossed his legs on the chair.

Upon seeing this, a hint of smugness flashed deep in Charlize Theron's eyes.

Before coming today, she was actually a little worried about the reactions she had experienced in the movie, which were just her performance after getting into character.

However, it now seems that her years of fitness and yoga have paid off handsomely. Both on and off screen, they still manage to bring about some amazing changes in this boy who is more than ten years younger than her.

She slowly lifted her foot, stepping out from under the hem of her skirt.

The crisp, rhythmic "click, click" sound echoed in the quiet room.
The red high heels carried the trembling female body as she walked step by step toward Chen Nuo.

"Is this alright?" the woman's voice was low and husky. "Is this enough?"

Chen Nuo felt his throat was a little dry, and the alcohol that had accumulated earlier was coursing through his body. His eyes felt a little uncomfortable no matter where he looked, because everything was so smooth.

So he had no choice but to keep staring at the area covered by the triangular piece of black cloth.

He tried to calm himself down. "No, no, Charlize, put on your clothes, put them on, please calm down."

“Really? You really want me to wear it?” Charlize Theron asked in a hoarse voice.

As he drew closer, Chen Nuo's nostrils were filled with the sweet and gentle floral and fruity scent of Dior Estée Lauder. The rich fragrance made him wonder why he hadn't been able to smell it before, until she suddenly popped out of the closet, startling him.

Chen Nuo swallowed hard and repeated, "I've said everything I need to say, Apple, that's all."

Charlize Theron raised her index finger in front of her bright red lips and made a "Shhhhhh" sound.

Then, she walked past him without stopping, until she reached the corner of the room.

There was a record player and a record cabinet filled with many vinyl records.

Charlize Theron said, "These are all my favorite records. I didn't expect you to still have them and enjoy listening to them too, right?"

Chen Nuo was too embarrassed to say that he only stayed there a few days a year and didn't have time to redecorate. Otherwise, he would have thrown it out long ago and replaced it with a laser disc player and a high-definition projector.

Theron strummed the record, picked one out, skillfully pulled out the record tray, gently blew away any dust, and put it into the record player.

The tonearm is raised, moved to the edge of the record, and the stylus is lowered, causing the record to immediately begin spinning.

After a slight hissing sound, a drumbeat with a slightly dynamic rhythm came from the speakers, followed by a somewhat peculiar male voice singing:

"Come inside, take off your coat, I'll make you feel at home... Now let's pour a glass of wine, because now it's just the two of us..."

Following the rhythm, Theron began to sway her hips slowly.

Her hips swayed gently to the melody, her movements were very professional, and every twist was precisely in sync with the beat.

"Now let's pour a glass of wine, because now we're all alone..."

She slowly turned around, the light shining on her wavy blonde hair like shimmering gold.

Then she raised one arm, her fingertips sliding down her collarbone and down her upper body, stopping on her thigh, while her other hand rested on her waist, her thumb gripping the thin strap of her thong.

Then, lean your body slightly forward, slowly sink down, bend your knees, spread your thighs, squat down, stand up, and do a wave.

Chen Nuo maintained the Chinese etiquette of not looking at what is improper, and kept staring at the only part of Theron's body that was covered by cloth.

However, for some reason, even though he was looking at that faintly visible black rope, the fire in his heart burned even more fiercely. The air conditioning in the room was practically useless, so he had to loosen the two buttons on his collar.

Charlize Theron walked towards him to the beat of the music, her model-like gait making her long, straight legs move with power and rhythm as she crossed them, finally stopping right next to his knees.

Before Chen Nuo could react, the woman leaned down, placed her hands on either side of his knees, and pressed her shapely upper body against him, slowly completing a close-fitting wave from his knees upwards.

Damn, at this moment, Chen Nuo really couldn't hold on any longer.

"Girl, you make me feel really good, (oh) we can do it 'til we both wake up... Girl, you make me feel so wonderful, (oh) we can love each other until dawn..."

The song remains the same, and the lyrics seem to be an annotation of this moment.

Theron pressed her face close to his, her green eyes gleaming with fire, staring at him intently. Her red lips parted slightly, and she murmured softly, "How about it? If you're willing to help me... I'll make you very happy."

Chen Nuo's Adam's apple bobbed, and he couldn't help but swallow again. "I already told you, Charlize."

“No, you didn’t.” Theron paused, looking at him with deep eyes.

"No, I really..."

Before he could finish speaking, Theron straightened up, turned around, stood between his legs, raised her hands, and began to twist her hips and sway her pelvis again to the rhythm of the song, writhing like a snake.

Clearly, the special training in New Orleans had been very effective. Theron's entire body was trembling as she swayed to the rhythm of R&B. After watching for a while, Chen Nuo couldn't help but reach out his hand, wanting to try out what the honey-colored jelly felt like.

But Theron seemed to have guessed what he was going to do, and just as his palm was about to fall, he slightly shifted his body and dodged it.

She turned around. "Want it? If you do, just tell me."

“I…” A struggle flashed in Chen Nuo’s eyes.

Theron was overjoyed and encouraged her, "Just tell me, and you'll get what you want right away, I swear."

Chen Nuo gritted his teeth and clenched his fists.

“Say it,” Theron said in a low voice. “Once you say it, you can do whatever you want.”

Chen Nuo's entire body was tense, his eyes darting around, and he could only use willpower to control his mouth.

Charlize Theron took a deep breath, a resolute glint in her emerald eyes, and decided to add fuel to the fire.

She suddenly pulled off Chen Nuo's belt and bow tie, binding his hands to the armrests of the chair, rendering him unable to move.

Then, the woman turned around again, slowly squatted down, placed her hands on his knees, leaned forward, and her honey-colored skin shone with a silky sheen under the dim light.

As the music's drumbeats swayed, her buttocks pressed against Chen Nuo's pants, drawing slow, deep circles.

“I wanna love you down, (Ooo) I wanna sex you up… I want to love you slowly, I want to be with you…” A male voice murmured from the record player, as if it were background music for her movements.

After about a minute, Theron slowed her swaying motion, turned around, and glanced at her through her loose blond hair with her green eyes. She said in a hoarse voice, "Chen, so, are you going to talk or not..."

At this moment, Chen Nuo felt as if he were being tortured and interrogated. He was being roasted on a fire, subjected to the tiger bench and chili oil. He opened his mouth, wanting to say something, but his throat was so dry that he couldn't make a sound.

When Theron saw that he still didn't speak, a hint of shyness and determination flashed in her eyes. She suddenly stood up, spread her long legs, which were at least 1.2 meters long, and bent over, swaying her hips in the air, drawing one circle after another.

After a while, she turned around, biting her lower lip, and whispered, "How is it? Did you see it? Are you satisfied? Don't you want to..."

"I think."

Okay, Chen Nuo finally gave up.

How pathetic!
Under the woman's relentless pressure, he ultimately failed the test, gave up his principles, betrayed the resistance against Japan, and became a shameful traitor.

“Berkshire Hathaway,” he said with difficulty.

He betrayed his reborn stance, revealing his secret and disclosing the two stocks in his stock account.

He mentioned Apple and Berkshire Hathaway, he mentioned them both. What kind of future does he have?!

However, Charlize Theron remained calm and stared at him without moving.

"What are you doing? I already told you, what are you still standing there for? Hurry up and come here," Chen Nuo said impatiently. He then shook his hands, but Theron had tied them tightly, and he couldn't break free.

"So, you're still not going to tell me," Theron said disappointedly.

"No, I already told you. I've already told you everything: Apple and Berkshire Hathaway. What else do you want me to say?" Chen Nuo shouted.

Charlize Theron didn't believe a word of it.

What "Apple" and "Berkshire Hathaway"?

What's so surprising? Just ask any fund company to recommend stocks, and these two companies will definitely be on the list.

This is absolutely a lie to her.

What she needs isn't something that everyone knows; what she wants is a secret weapon that can turn her life around.

The more than three million dollars she scraped together dwindled to a mere four hundred thousand dollars in less than two months.

At this very moment, loan installments, rent, car loan payments, and credit card bills all piled up like a flood. She was sleepless almost every night, tossing and turning, and hadn't slept for days.

The worst part is that just when she needed to take on advertisements, film movies, and make money to stay afloat, her agency, CAA, was completely unaware that she was already bankrupt and instead suspended all negotiations for her new movies and advertisements.

Because he is currently very popular, CAA executives are optimistic about the market performance of their new film and believe that it will give her a chance to get out of her current awkward situation and reach a new career peak.

Therefore, they suggested waiting until "Drop" is released before discussing anything further, and taking a wait-and-see approach.

This left Charlize Theron feeling like she was swallowing a bitter pill, unable to express her grievances.

She didn't dare to say it.

Because she had personally assured CAA beforehand. If she were to say it now, she was certain—she would be immediately kicked off the A-level client list and completely downgraded. And that was something she absolutely could not accept.

So she had no choice but to choose another path: get up from where she fell.

Now, whether it's Twitter, blogs, or various stock trading communities, one thing has become a topic of discussion for almost everyone: a certain Hollywood rising star must be a stock trading expert—otherwise, how could he dare to make such a statement on American television? In the end, with his help, tens of thousands of American families made money, and many people on Twitter and Facebook posted their bills to express their gratitude to him.

Being in Hollywood, Charlize knows more than most people.

For example, a long time ago, a very reliable source revealed a rumor that sounded like a joke but is now becoming more and more like the truth: Norman Chen entered the market precisely as soon as the financial crisis ended in 2009, and now, he has made hundreds of millions of dollars just by trading stocks!
Last night, she suffered from insomnia again, and finally made up her mind this morning to put aside her pride and take a gamble.

This house originally belonged to her; she was familiar with its layout and knew exactly where the master bedroom was.

She arrived today without greeting anyone, avoiding eye contact as she went up to the second floor, intending to wait for her prey in the master bedroom.

We just encountered a small problem along the way.

As soon as she came upstairs, she saw a Chinese woman coming out of a guest room. Her heart sank, and she almost showed her unease. But fortunately, she reacted quickly and, without blushing or skipping a beat, made up the excuse, "Could I use the restroom?"

She got through it without any real trouble, and then went into the bedroom she knew so well to wait for him to come back.

Now that things have come to this point, does she have any way out?

No way.

Seeing that the man was still being stubborn and trying to appease her even at this point, she was surprised.

Charlize Theron knew she had to give him a taste of sweetness; this man's willpower was stronger than she had ever seen. She had no choice but to keep doing it, slowly eroding his resolve.

With a determined heart, she turned around, straddled Chen Nuo's lap, her knees wedged on either side of his waist, and placed her hands on his shoulders. Then, she leaned forward gracefully, her waist slowly circling, dancing a cheek-to-cheek dance in rhythm with the drumbeats of the record.

At the same time, his hips shook up and down, unleashing the ultimate move he learned in New Orleans.

According to the dancer who taught her, there is no customer who can remain sober after this move.

Chen Nuo immediately started screaming "Ahhh!" as if he had been electrocuted.

Charlize Theron stopped after about 10 seconds of electric shock.

"You really won't tell me?"

"Damn it, don't stop, I've already said it!"

Theron looked at the other person with deep admiration in her eyes.

The man was clearly completely smitten, yet he managed to keep the secret. This man truly possessed an iron will.

But at the same time, this also ignited an even stronger fighting spirit in her.

"Ahhhh-"

He didn't know where Theron learned it from, but the pose, the frequency, the intensity—only a physically fit Western woman could pull it off. Even Tong Liya and the others who studied dance wouldn't have the stamina to do that. This was a half-squatting twerking dance, incredibly difficult; he'd only ever seen it in certain adult films. The stimulation it brought could only be described in four words—ecstasy. But this woman only took a small taste; it was truly the most cruel torture in history! If he could move, he would have already…

"Hmm?? Changed your mind? Do you want to speak up?"

"I, Charlize... please, what do you want me to say?"

"Honey, give me a name, don't try to fool me with some apple or something. I'm not an idiot!"

"."

"If I tell you, I'll completely satisfy you. I swear."

"...Okay, I'll tell you."

Theron was overjoyed. "Great! Go ahead and say it, Chen. I swear you won't regret it."

“Indeed, I’m planning to buy a stock recently,” Chen Nuo said, struggling to speak. “But I didn’t lie to you before; it was definitely a very safe choice. This stock, on the other hand, is very risky and full of uncertainties. One wrong move and you could lose everything. Are you sure you want to buy it with me?”

“Of course!” Theron replied without hesitation.

How could she not understand the principle of high risk, high reward? This was undoubtedly what she needed.

“I’m 100% sure. Chen, thank you so much. I swear to God, I will repay you. Right away!”

"special"

"special?"

“Tesla.”

"........."

"...Aaaaaaahhhhh."

Mark Zuckerberg was watching entertainment news on his screen when someone approached him. He quickly switched screens and pretended to look at code.

“Mark, have you seen the news?” Sydney Soderbergh asked.

"What? I didn't."

"Chen threw a party in LA last night."

"Oh?"

"Yes, a lot of people were invited to celebrate his film surpassing $22 billion at the box office, and Twitter is full of related news today. Let me tell you, although *Inception* has been taken off the screens in some countries, it's still showing in theaters in our country, as well as in the UK and Japan. It held the number one spot at the US box office for seven consecutive weeks, and last week it actually went back, bringing its total to eight weeks at number one—one more than *Avatar*. While it seems unlikely that its global box office will surpass *Avatar* now, but…do you want to say something?"

"what do you want me to say?"

Soderbergh sighed and said, “Mark, don’t be childish. I know you’re uncomfortable, but look at his current popularity. He’s more like a superstar than he was two years ago. Every day on our website, without us recommending him, his fans are increasing. In just two months, his followers have approached 4000 million. I estimate that in a week at most, he will become the first person in the world to have 4000 million followers on social media.”

“Now, even his little party is treated like Justin Bieber has a girlfriend. He definitely has enough money to take us to court, no matter how long it takes. You should also realize... with his current fame, he can definitely help us in the future. This is actually not a losing deal for us.”

"..." Zuckerberg gritted his teeth and said, "You think he won't agree?"

Soderbergh sighed again and said, "It's obvious, isn't it? If he were afraid of us, he wouldn't have thrown a victory party in LA. This only shows that he won't back down. If we really take him to court, our chances of winning are very low, and it will also greatly affect our reputation. Don't forget, we're about to go public."

Zuckerberg's expression was unpredictable, and he kept twirling his pen in his hand.

Soderbergh looked at him and suggested, "How about this, Mark, you give him another call."

"what do you want me to say?"

"You can state your terms over the phone and ask if he's willing to convert his Class A shares into Class B shares. Make it sound sincere and say you can compensate him with some money. Listen to his reaction; see if he's eager to close the deal, if he's anxious, and if your delaying tactics are working. But if he shows no interest at all, then give up. Don't act impulsively. Taking someone like him to court before the IPO is absolutely foolish."

Mark Zuckerberg pondered for a moment, then finally nodded.

Zuckerberg turned on speakerphone so that Soderbergh could also hear their conversation.

"Beep, beep, beep."

It took a long time before the call was answered.

"Hey Mark, what's up?"

His voice was deep and weary, a voice Zuckerberg had never heard before. It sounded like he'd been through a sleepless night.

However, Zuckerberg had no interest in caring about someone's sleep problems.

He stated his terms directly, just as Soderbergh had just said.

"Chen, if you agree, I can pay you one hundred million US dollars for this, how about it? But not now, I don't have that much money right now. We need to wait until after the IPO. Think about it, by then you won't have lost anything, you'll still have the same number of shares, right?"

"Stocks? What stocks!"

At that moment, Zuckerberg suddenly heard a woman's surprised voice coming from the other end.

Then, all sound suddenly stopped; clearly, the other end had turned on mute.

This guy is still living a life of debauchery! He's probably even still... when he called me right now.

Zuckerberg was a little angry, but after glancing at Soderbergh, he quickly regained his composure.

As his trusted aide said, although Facebook is no longer the stumbling, doomed startup it once was, the person on the other end of the phone is no longer the same. His importance to Facebook hasn't diminished; a complete falling out with him would only result in mutual destruction.

Perhaps with the financial support of an IPO, after Facebook enters a period of rapid development, say ten years from now, he is confident that he can break with him without harming himself, but now is really not the time.

Thinking about this, Zuckerberg suddenly had an ominous thought: what if he was still on par with Facebook ten years from now?
No, it shouldn't be possible.

Zuckerberg waited patiently for a while, and soon the sound came back on.

“Mark, no.” The voice on the other end of the phone suddenly became incredibly relaxed, as if a huge burden had finally been lifted. “I think a contract is a contract, but… I must say thank you. I can finally… Okay, you can think about it some more, I have to… Bye.”

The phone hangs up.

Zuckerberg could hardly believe his ears. He turned around in astonishment and asked, "What did he just say? Did I hear that right?"

Soderbergh gave a wry smile and said, “No, you didn’t. He was definitely talking about that. Don’t be surprised, that’s Hollywood. I heard a lot of things when I worked at Google, and I guarantee there isn’t a clean guy there. It’s nothing special.”

Zuckerberg was stunned for a long time before finally suppressing the somewhat envious look on his face.

"It seems that my procrastination has no effect on him; he is not anxious."

"Apparently yes."

"He's not in a hurry either."

“I think so. The game he’s playing sounds really fun, and he could probably play it for a whole year without getting tired of it.”

"...Now call him again and tell him we agree and ask him to come and sign the contract right away."

"Now?"

"Yes, now! At least fucking interrupt him!"

Ps:

Okay, let's create a group. I'll go set one up.

(End of this chapter)