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

Chapter 444 FAANG is actually C
In 2011, the 48th Golden Horse Awards ceremony was held on November 26 at a memorial hall in Taipei.

This marks the first time in three years since 2008 that the Golden Horse Awards ceremony has been moved from December to November.

In June, when the Golden Horse Awards committee announced the news, media outlets with a knack for making connections immediately focused their attention on Twilight Saga 4, which was set to be released in December of that year.

There's no other reason, except to make it easier for busy artists to attend the Golden Horse Awards at the end of the year. Besides this person, who else deserves this treatment?

According to those Hollywood tabloids, someone who hasn't participated in any Twilight promotions since the premiere of the first film, which is the final installment of the series, will be participating in the global roadshow for the final two films.

Could the decision to reschedule be due to a scheduling conflict?

Does this mean that the Golden Horse Awards are bowing down to someone?

Will the person who ultimately declined the award last year be able to put aside the unpleasantness of last year and appear on the red carpet of the Golden Horse Awards with the "Let the Bullets Fly" crew?

It can be said that this month before the Golden Horse Awards opening was the biggest suspense of this year's Golden Horse Awards.

However, in the end, movie fans and media in Taiwan, as well as across the Taiwan Strait and Hong Kong, were all disappointed.

From the start to the end of the red carpet event, not a single person was seen, not even a shadow. When asked, everyone else from the "Let the Bullets Fly" crew said they were busy. Only Jiang Wen said, "He's in a bad mood."

So, without even waiting until the next day, as soon as the red carpet ceremony ended, many entertainment media outlets reported on the incident online.

Articles such as "Chen Nuo is in a bad mood and is distancing himself from the Golden Horse Awards," "Will last year's Golden Horse Awards be the last one Chen Nuo attends?" "When will the forgotten trophy finally find its owner?" and "When the Golden Horse Awards are discarded like trash, how far can it run?" spread across the internet shortly after the awards ceremony began.

This has also aroused dissatisfaction among many netizens in Taiwan, especially those who became fans of Ethan Juan last year because of his work at Mengjia.

"Damn it, if you don't want to come, you don't have to. Who cares?"

"The Golden Horse Awards are unique, okay? So what if it's awesome?"

"If he doesn't come to the Golden Horse Awards, where else can he go to receive awards? The Golden Rooster and Hundred Flowers Awards? The Shanghai International Film Festival was a disaster this year; nobody in the world went. Laughing and crying."

"If he doesn't want it, how about we donate the trophy?"

"Taiwanese artists should also avoid attending next year's Shanghai International Film Festival, so that he can continue to be in a bad mood."

on Weibo.

The hashtag "Chen Nuo absent from the Golden Horse Awards" dominated the top spot on the trending topics list for a full three hours that night. In comparison, neither "Andy Lau won Best Actor" nor "Seediq Bale won Best Film" generated any buzz.

It wasn't until after 11 a.m., when the Golden Horse Awards ended, that Sina Entertainment's sarcasm about "Let the Bullets Fly only winning five technical awards and nothing for Best Director or Best Actor" sparked another outcry from mainland netizens against the unfairness of the Golden Horse Awards, ultimately pushing it down.

Actually, for Chen Nuo, the person involved, the Golden Horse Awards are already a thing of the past. He never intended to participate in this year's Golden Horse Awards.

The Golden Horse Awards committee was already aware of this. Ang Lee had called him three times before, and from the initial polite refusal, he eventually stopped bothering with prevarication and simply said no.

On November 26th, when his name was trending on Sina Weibo because of the Golden Horse Awards and when he was attacked by Taiwanese netizens across the strait, Chen Nuo was completely unaware and didn't care.

If this gets out, it might upset many Taiwanese netizens; he even forgot that it was the Golden Horse Awards day.

Because what he's doing is far more important to him than any Golden Horse Award.

……

Night fell like a curtain, and only a warm yellow table lamp lit up the small two-bedroom apartment. The dim light spilled onto the messy bed, where the bedding was piled up in a haphazard way, and the air still held a lingering, enchanting warmth.

Everything that had just ended left Chen Nuo feeling somewhat exhausted.

He made up an excuse tonight, saying he needed to go back to Pan Chengrong's place, to escape someone's harassment. To avoid being seen, he changed cars three times along the way, and with the cover of Gulnazar and Linghu, he sneaked into this place.

That passionate and tender moment was, I must say, truly worth the trip—she was still the most radiant of all his women, with the most varied positions, and the sense of conquest she gave him near the end was almost overwhelming.

After finishing his "business," he glanced at the time: 9:50 p.m., which was exactly the time to "go to work."

Chen Nuo reached under his pillow and pulled out his phone. A missed call was displayed on the screen from an unknown number. He glanced at it and swiped it away as if he hadn't seen it at all, then opened a familiar app.

What are you doing? Is someone looking for you?

Tong Liya's soft voice came from beside her. At this moment, she didn't even have the strength to move a finger. The electric-like pleasure she had just experienced almost made her lose control and embarrass herself in front of him.

But the man picked up his phone right after he finished, and she immediately became a little nervous. She propped herself up slightly, leaned on Chen Nuo's shoulder, and asked softly.

Chen Nuo glanced down at her and saw a stretch of smooth, delicate skin exposed on her shoulder. Her long, black hair cascaded down like a waterfall, highlighting the delicate lines of her profile. Her almond-shaped eyes were wide open, and her eyelashes were still trembling slightly.

He laughed: "Nobody's here. Even if someone were here, I wouldn't leave. I'm not going anywhere today, I'm just staying here. I went through so much trouble to sneak in, I'd have to be crazy to leave now."

Hearing this, Tong Liya breathed a sigh of relief and couldn't help but laugh, revealing two sharp canine teeth. She asked curiously, "What are you doing? You look quite anxious."

"See for yourself." Chen Nuo's finger slid across the screen.

Tong Liya leaned over for a look, but at first glance she didn't understand it. She thought it was some kind of game software or computer program—the interface was densely packed with English letters and numbers, and she could only recognize "buy" and "sell".

Tong Liya asked curiously, "What is this?"

"A stock account, ever seen one?"

"Huh?" Tong Liya was slightly surprised. "You're trading stocks."

"No, I don't speculate, I just buy stocks. Have you ever bought any?"

The operation was smooth and decisive, without the slightest hesitation.

Although the market is a bit delayed right now, he never places orders; he always raises the price by a few cents and executes the transaction at market price.

Any professional trader who sees his trading style will surely recognize him as a genius born with extraordinary abilities, the legendary "birth god".

Of course, Chen Nuo himself knew he was "pregnant," but he really didn't care about the fluctuations of a few cents.

Does it make sense?

Teslas cost less than $30, so what difference does a few cents make?
Is there a difference between "speculating on stocks" and "buying stocks"?

"Of course there are. Stock trading involves buying and selling, so you can lose money. But if I only buy and never sell, I won't lose money."

"Huh? Is that so?" Tong Liya genuinely didn't understand. After listening to his nonsense, she actually believed it and asked curiously, "...Why is yours in English?"

"Because I bought US stocks."

"US stocks?"

"Ah."

Why not buy from China?

"because……"

Speaking of this, Chen Nuo couldn't help but recall some unhappy things.

Damn it, Han Sanping, he just had a few drinks and said something out of turn, and now everyone knows about it.

Just like with the question he's facing now regarding Tong Liya, he can't possibly tell those bigwigs in the financial world that if Huanxin really does go public in the future, he doesn't want to list domestically.

This is the same principle as not speculating in A-shares.

It means that, given that he still has a choice, he doesn't really want to exploit his own people.

In his view, the stock market is a zero-sum game.

After more than ten years, everyone has been fighting and competing for resources in a limited pool, making life so difficult for each other. If another giant scythe like his were added to their heads, a big player with a rebirth-level advantage, one strike could wipe out a middle-class family. Thinking about it, he really couldn't bear it.

Hearing Tong Liya's question, he paused, then avoided the main point and half-jokingly replied, "Because the salary I earned for Inception was in US dollars, and I was too lazy to convert it to RMB, so I simply bought US stocks."

"Wait a minute..." Tong Liya paused, looking down at the rows of numbers on the screen. Suddenly realizing what she was doing, she started counting: "Ones, tens, hundreds, thousands, ten thousands, hundred thousands... hundred million... This is over 2 million?!"

"Haha, that's right," Chen Nuo replied with a smile.

Tong Liya wasn't illiterate. Although she struggled to read, after staring at Chen Nuo's stock account screen for a while, she managed to understand some of it. The word "USD" in parentheses, in particular, completely baffled her.

The man wasn't joking.

At that moment, she felt the string of numbers suddenly magnify infinitely, filling her entire field of vision, and even the air seemed to thin. She subconsciously swallowed, feeling weak in the legs and a slight urge to urinate, even though she had just regained some strength.

Then, she saw Chen Nuo lightly tap the screen with his slender index finger. The total assets in the upper right corner of the phone decreased slightly, while the "TSLA" stock column at the bottom of the screen showed the holdings had increased from 14 shares to 16 shares, and the stock price had jumped from 29.5 to 29.7. The man sighed.

Tong Liya was startled and quickly asked, "What's wrong? Is something wrong?!"

Chen Nuo sighed, "There's no problem, it's just too troublesome."

Tong Liya blinked, looking puzzled, and asked, "What do you mean?"

Since there was nothing to hide, Chen Nuo patiently explained to her, "I have a lot of money, so in order to buy stocks without attracting attention, I have to break up my stock purchases. I can only buy a maximum of 2 shares at a time, and no more than 10 shares a day. I also have to keep an eye on the price and not let it suddenly rise too sharply. You see, I just bought 2 shares, and the price has already risen by $0.2. I calculated that at this rate, I would have to keep doing this for about a month... Just thinking about it is annoying."

"A month? You're going to do this for a whole month?"

Chen Nuo nodded and hummed in agreement.

Tong Liya swallowed hard, her breathing becoming heavy. She saw Chen Nuo open another stock interface and place an order for a stock called NVDA. In the end, a total of 60 US dollars disappeared instantly, turning into 4 shares of stock at 15.03 US dollars each.

Tong Liya stammered, "So, in the end, how much money are you planning to spend?"

Chen Nuo wasn't finished with her work yet, but the tone of her voice was rather amusing, so he couldn't help but turn his head and glance at her.

Seeing the girl's round eyes and extremely cute appearance, she didn't look like a 28-year-old woman at all, but rather had the air of an innocent girl. No wonder she called herself a late bloomer. He couldn't help but laugh and ask, "Of course I'm buying them all. Otherwise, why would I transfer so much money in?"

"you………………"

Tong Liya was completely speechless; just thinking about how much 2 million US dollars was in RMB made her dizzy.

"Aren't you afraid... that these companies have problems?"

"Of course I'm scared," Chen Nuo replied matter-of-factly. "That's why you haven't seen me diversifying my investments?"

"Disperse? How do we disperse?"

"It's about buying tens of millions from each company."

Tong Liya was completely speechless and could only blink mechanically.

Chen Nuo, however, became interested and continued, "This is absolutely a unique secret of mine. Let me tell you, back then, no matter how much they pressed me for answers, I wouldn't tell them. Do you even know what FAANG means...?"

Well, this person who lost a fortune in the US stock market in his past life can now confidently give lectures.

Chen Nuo was relatively patient with Tong Liya, unlike his perfunctory attitude towards Charlize Theron.

Unfortunately, Tong Liya's comprehension was clearly not as high as that of the South African woman. After talking for a long time, she still looked confused, seemingly understanding but not quite, and her sensitivity to numbers was almost zero. In the end, Chen Nuo could only sigh and give up.

Three days ago, Huanxin Pictures completed its annual dividend distribution, and Chen Nuo received approximately US$3.5 million. Because he hasn't transferred the money back to China and converted it into RMB yet, he hasn't paid taxes. Of course, he will definitely have to pay the taxes later, just like Qi Yuntian, whatever amount is due, absolutely no ambiguity.

He was a man of modest material desires, so he only planned to keep $50 million in a foreign account as a reserve, including his daily expenses in the United States. The remaining $300 million was quietly used to buy stocks through several accounts.

With Tesla's current market capitalization of only $3 billion and daily trading volume of no more than $30 million, he set up a low-key position-building plan for one month in order to avoid attracting outside attention.

Ultimately, $100 million was allocated to Tesla, while the remaining funds flowed into Google, Netflix, Nvidia, and Microsoft. He disliked Amazon, but invested $40 million in each of the others for initial position building.

He also plans to buy an additional 4000 million shares of Netflix, bringing the total to 8000 million US dollars. The reason is simple: they're about to collaborate, aren't they? They're meeting tomorrow. He needs to boost Mr. Ha's morale, make a statement, and raise the stock price as a gift to Mr. Ha.

In addition to his existing holdings of 50 shares of Berkshire Hathaway Class A stock, 1.8 million shares of Apple stock, and 2% of Facebook shares, Chen Nuo felt that even with this level of holdings, he could still lose money when he sold them all in 2024.

That would only mean the United States of America is doomed. If that day ever comes, he wouldn't care.

That's right, Chen Nuo doesn't intend to hold these stocks indefinitely. He plans to sell most of them before July 2024. After that, the fog of the world will once again obscure his vision, and he's not prepared to take any risks for the time being. Of course, whether he actually sells them or not will depend on the situation at that time.

Tong Liya couldn't understand what he was saying, and Chen Nuo was too lazy to say more.

For the next hour, he completed his tasks for the day step by step on his phone. Tong Liya lay quietly beside him the whole time. Although the process was incredibly tedious, she watched with great interest, like a child seeing an adult go to work for the first time.

"Okay, done."

After buying the last Tesla, Chen Nuo breathed a sigh of relief and turned to ask, "By the way, I haven't asked you yet. When does your 'Beijing Love Story' air? You've been so busy lately, is it coming out soon?"

Tong Liya snapped out of her daze and nodded, saying, "Yes, it will be soon."

"When?"

"Next month, after New Year's Day."

"Haha, are you nervous?"

"It's okay."

Chen Nuo was a little skeptical: "Really?"

Tong Liya replied earnestly, "Really."

"Beijing Love Story" will premiere on Zhejiang TV on January 2nd next year. For Tong Liya, this is her first time playing the leading role in a TV series.

In fact, she was extremely nervous about this – after all, if the broadcast was not well received and the audience did not accept it, the reputation she had worked so hard to build in the industry could collapse overnight.

As the female lead, she has barely had a break since mid-November. Interviews, press conferences, and meet-and-greets—one after another—have filled her schedule to the brim. Being able to take a whole night to rest, like tonight, is a rare luxury for her.

Her original plan was to pour out her troubles to him during this meeting, since there were many things she really couldn't find anyone else to confide in.

But strangely, she suddenly felt there was nothing to say. Whether the ratings were good or bad, what did it matter? Just like Gu Xuan had told her…

Speaking of which, her period was about to start, and she'd been tossing and turning, unable to sleep a wink. Sometimes she'd have bizarre dreams, and when she woke up in the morning, she'd find her hand inside her underwear, which felt icy cold.

If we don't seize the moment now, who knows when we'll meet again?

However, Xibe women are traditionally shy, and even if they wanted to take the initiative, they didn't know how to start. Tong Liya could only imitate the tricks she'd seen in movies, running her slender fingers along Chen Nuo's slightly protruding ribs and casually asking, "Anyway, filming's over, so let's leave it to fate. Hey, I feel like you've lost weight again. You're not making movies anymore, why are you still dieting? You need to take care of yourself..."

"Come on, let me see how fat you are?"

Tong Liya's voice was sticky and slurred, clearly not a proper voice. Chen Nuo didn't hold back, replying before starting to act.

Before long, Tong Liya was panting heavily from his touch and kept urging him on.

Chen Nuo teased her for a while, then granted her wish, pinning the weak and pitiful Ya Ya down beneath him. With a satisfied sigh from Tong Liya, a new round of weight loss began.

He's going to play a role in "The Eagle Catches the Chickens," and the character requires him to lose weight. He needs to go from his current weight of over 150 pounds to around 130 pounds to fit the character's impoverished background.

So, that night he made up his mind to exercise more and sweat more.

The next morning, before dawn, Chen Nuo got up.

His schedule was actually quite full today. In the morning, he had to visit a chairman who had suddenly suffered a stroke, and in the afternoon, he had to meet a group of eager guests from the United States. To avoid being noticed, he had to leave early and quietly depart in the quiet of the early morning.

Tong Liya seemed to have been "exhausted" by him last night, and was sleeping very soundly at the moment.

He didn't wake her. He quietly packed his things, took out a bank card from his bag, pulled out a piece of paper, bent down and wrote a few lines on the coffee table: "Password: 6 zeros. Buy some good food. You're too thin."

After writing, he placed the card and the note side by side before quietly leaving the house.

More than half an hour later, the bedroom door opened gently. Tong Liya came out, rubbing her sleepy eyes.

She glanced groggily at the bathroom, then at the kitchen, and even looked at the balcony with a lingering hope—as if the man might suddenly jump out from some corner.

Finally, she sat down on the living room sofa with her phone, stared blankly for a while, sighed, and put the phone back on the coffee table.

Only then did she notice the bank card and the small note on the table…

The writing on the paper was sparse and not particularly beautiful; it was even somewhat illegible. Yet, she stared at it for a very long time.

After a while, Tong Liya suddenly pouted and said with a slightly nasal tone, "Where are you thin? You're clearly a C cup."

Ps:

I'm late! I'm late!

Sorry everyone.

(End of this chapter)