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

Chapter 455 no Chennuo, no GOLDEN globe
In Chen Nuo's view, Allison's analysis pointed him to two paths.

One path leads to palaces and cities ablaze with flames, another to the pinnacle of ancient kings... Well, that's roughly the idea; just get the gist of it.

However, the first path was actually easier for him personally. The second path, on the other hand, was fraught with thorns and difficulties; in fact, even if he exerted all his strength, the final outcome was uncertain.

However, a young man who is not reckless is not a true youth, and what is the difference between a man without ambition and a salted fish?
After listening, Chen Nuo made a decision on the spot.

Two things that happened afterward made him finally make up his mind.

The first thing happened the morning after the Golden Globe nomination luncheon.

At that time, he sat by the pool, basking in the warm morning sun, drinking skim milk, eating whole wheat bread, and idly pondering his thoughts under the blue sky and white clouds of LA.

Her body proportions are really good.

Still white.

Although both are from ethnic minorities, Tong Liya is not as fair-skinned.

Perhaps this really is a racial talent, with some Indo-European blood, like that guy, isn't he?
Her breasts are also quite large.

She's really good; no wonder she's captivated so many young men.

Chen Nuo took a sip of milk, swallowed the unpalatable bread in his mouth, and nodded to himself.

However, with the perspective of a professional judge, he was not blind to the shortcomings.

The biggest drawback is the issue of future development.

If she were to marry someone, who knows if she would become a middle-aged woman with a barrel waist after having a baby in her 30s.

The possibility is not low.

Otherwise, why didn't Shuangmei make a move when he died in 2024?

Making money is one aspect, but I guess there are also concerns about that as well.

I think I read a magazine article a while ago that said, from an evolutionary perspective, the genes of Indo-European people are inferior to those of Africans. Many mixed-race children are good-looking, but they all have hereditary diseases… Hmm, Ruoruo is much better; she's pure Han Chinese and naturally intelligent. Last night during our video call, Fan Bingbing said she can already call me "Mom."

At that moment, a phone call interrupted Chen Nuo's train of thought.

The call was from Allison.

After listening to only a couple of sentences, Chen Nuo straightened up and asked in surprise, "What did you say?"

Then I hung up the phone and opened Twitter on my phone.

Ho!
is not that right?

His Twitter feed was flooded with posts from all the media outlets he followed; it was incredibly lively.

The most detailed report came from a Hollywood tabloid:
Breaking News: As we all know, a week ago, the three main actors of Twilight left their mark at the Chinese Theatre.

A cement slab bearing the profile of No Chen was placed in the square in front of the Chinese Theatre yesterday, attracting a large number of die-hard fans of the Twilight series to take photos.

However, this morning, just one night later, the cement slab was reported stolen.

The theater stated that at 7:00 AM this morning, theater security guards first discovered the missing cement slab during their routine patrol. Reporters arrived at the scene and confirmed that only a bare cement base remained where the slab had originally been.

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According to a security consultant interviewed at the scene, this was most likely a premeditated gang crime, with an estimated two to three people working together to pry up the cement slabs and load them onto a truck in the early hours of this morning.

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Judging from the photos, clear signs of prying can indeed be seen around the base.

The theater has called the police, and reporters at the scene have seen police cars arrive. However, the Los Angeles Police Department has not yet released any updates on the investigation. We will continue to follow this story.

Follow The Hollywood Reporter for the latest and fastest updates.

After reading it, Chen Nuo called Allison again.

"Hello, I've finished watching it," Chen Nuo said cheerfully.

Allison's tone was also relaxed. "Nia Okoro from Summit Entertainment just contacted me and asked me to meet her at the Chinese Theatre now. I'm on my way there now."

"What to do?"

"Let's see what the police say first. If possible, this could be a fantastic publicity stunt. Honestly, if I weren't so convinced that woman wasn't intelligent enough, I'd really suspect she sent someone to do it. This is a great gimmick, very beneficial for both us and Twilight."

"Haha." Chen Nuo laughed. "Then go ahead. Find out the situation and let me know."

"OK."

After hanging up the phone, Chen Nuola happily took a sip of milk.

He said he didn't mind, but in reality, he did regret impulsively printing it on his face. Now, hearing that it had been stolen, he was actually quite happy.

Shouldn't this be considered a blessing brought about by a good personal image?
Just then, a splash was heard, and the woman in the water emerged. Gulnazar stood by the pool, wrung out her long hair, wrapped a towel around her body, revealing only her long, slender legs, and walked over naturally, asking, "Mr. Chen, would you like me to make you another cup of coffee?"

Chen Nuo waved his hand and said, "No need." Then, he suddenly remembered something and asked, "Do you have any good ideas?"

Gulnazar blinked, looking puzzled. A few drops of water flowed down her angular jawbone and into the small groove of her collarbone, making it look like an AI animation created using the keyword "so tender it's dripping with moisture."

Chen Nuo said, "If I were to host the Golden Globe Awards..."

Before he could finish speaking, Gulnazar exclaimed with delight, "Oh, really? Mr. Chen, you've decided!?"

……

In the afternoon, Allison arrived at Chen Nuo's home with two LAPD officers and a deputy commissioner from the Hollywood Division of the Los Angeles Police Department.

The deputy chief, named Angelo Bell, was a round-faced, overweight man who spoke with a warm smile and could even say a few words of Chinese in a slightly accented way, such as "hello" and "thank you," which made him seem exceptionally friendly. The two police officers accompanying him, a man and a woman, were also very professional—when Chen Nuo said he didn't know, they didn't ask him another question.

Chen Nuo had dealt with the LAPD a lot in the United States in his previous life, especially in the years from 2020 to 2022, but he had never met such an understanding American police officer before.

The police's mission was simple—preliminary investigations confirmed that the cement slab had indeed been stolen by several thieves, and as reported in the news, it was premeditated and executed swiftly. Currently, the police have not yet obtained any useful leads.

Given the typical pattern of US police, the first thing they'd do upon arriving would be routinely ask Chen Nuo if he had any leads, just to get a feel for things; the second...

“In the next few days, we’re planning to set up two more teams of officers in this area to ensure your safety. What do you think, Chen?” Angelo said with a smile.

Chen Nuo didn't hesitate for a second.

Although he was quite happy that the stone slab had been stolen in the morning, by noon he began to feel increasingly uneasy.

Although he knew it was probably just him scaring himself, who knew what would happen to these armed lunatics in America? What if someone actually thought he was as great as John Lennon and was ready to take him down?
He was overjoyed when the American police offered to work overtime to protect him during Christmas.

His reaction elicited a barely perceptible look of surprise in Angelo's eyes.

After leaving Chen Nuo's house, the chubby deputy director muttered thoughtfully as he walked, "It seems that this Chinese star really is as legendary as they say, a pure and innocent white lotus in Hollywood."

The male officer chimed in, "Indeed. If it were any other Hollywood star, they would never agree to be monitored if they heard we were going to send someone to watch them. The fact that he agreed so readily suggests it's unlikely to be a publicity stunt he orchestrated. Besides, we didn't find anything wrong during our questioning."

The policewoman nodded, "It's definitely not him. He has no need to create a scandal. I saw a few days ago that someone online was offering tens of thousands of dollars for that cement slab with his face on it. That amount of money is enough to tempt a bunch of petty thieves."

"Tens of thousands? US dollars?" Angelo was taken aback.

"Yes, sir."

“Damn, these fans are really crazy.” He clicked his tongue and then ordered, “This is your job, Lorna. Go and contact the person who made the offer online and see if anyone has tried to contact him.”

“Yes, sir!” the policewoman replied crisply.

Angelo sighed, "Alright, let's call it a day. Shit, I still have to get people to guard his door before Christmas... Damn it."

The male police officer smiled wryly, "Angelou, are we really going to call in more people? I was just testing him earlier, I think..."

“Stop talking.” Angelo waved his hand. “I don’t want a Hollywood star who can sell cement face molds for $50,000 to think I’m just giving him the runaround. Besides, what if someone thinks that stealing cement slabs is no better than just going to their door… that would be a real problem.”

He looked around and suddenly frowned, saying, "Damn it, I was wondering why this place looked so familiar. It looks like Polanski's house not far away, right?"

The male officer looked around and nodded, saying, "It seems so."

"FUCK. Okay, it's settled then, let's go."

……

……

As dusk fell, a black minivan drove up on the roads of Beverly Hills.

On the bus, a chubby middle-aged man looked out the window at the scenery and exclaimed in amazement, "This area really is Beverly Hills! Look at all these rows of houses! Wow, Little Chen has really made something of himself. He bought such a big house in America without saying a word. If we hadn't come this time, who would have thought?"

Hearing this, Ma Dong was really agitated. He looked at him helplessly and said, "Director He, why don't we discuss how to talk when we meet?"

Deputy Director He frowned and said, "Does this need to be discussed?"

"Director He, Zhou Tai already said that... Hey, Director He, what do you think we should say?"

"I think we've already come all this way, that's enough sincerity. What more do you need? Ma Dong, Ma Dong, don't forget who we are. Zhou Tai may have said that, but if we really said that, we wouldn't be able to explain it when we go back to work. This time, we'll try to achieve our goal while minimizing the cost. You must be careful to be tactful and not too deliberate, understand... Hey, are we here? Wait a minute, what did Chen Nuo do wrong? Why are there police?" Ma Dong, after hearing the deputy director's words, was also somewhat surprised and uncertain. He was a man of both Chinese and Western learning, and forgot to curse in his heart. He immediately asked the translator sitting in the passenger seat, "Xiao Lin, ask the driver if this is really the place. What's going on? Why are there police cars parked outside?"

A little girl in the passenger seat spoke to the white driver in the driver's seat, and the driver immediately laughed and replied.

Ma Dong knew a little English, but the deputy director who led the team on a government-funded trip... no, to the US for negotiations was over 50 years old and didn't understand it. He immediately asked, "Xiao Lin, what did he say?"

The translator, Xiao Lin, said, "Director He said it's right here. There are police officers here because Chen Nuo's cement slabs were stolen this morning. They're probably here to protect him."

Ma Dong asked, "Cement board? What cement board?"

After asking a couple of questions, Kobayashi replied, "They said it's the area around the Chinese Theatre."

Deputy Director He looked enlightened, and Ma Dong understood as well.

This incident caused quite a stir in China a few days ago; anyone who follows the entertainment industry even slightly knows about it. As insiders, they understand some things about Chinese theaters, and while it's rare, it doesn't reach the level of reaction shown by fans online.

But it was stolen?

this…………

From the moment the iron gates of the estate opened until they drove in, the group listened to the local driver talk about the news that was making headlines in LA that day.

Honestly, after hearing it, it was a bit beyond my expectations.

Ma Dong glanced at Director He.

He sneered inwardly, "Why does she look so upset?"
This is the second thing.

When Chen Nuo received Ma Dong's call, he really didn't expect that this person would be in Los Angeles. Without even a greeting, he went to great lengths, flying to the US at public expense... to discuss the Spring Festival Gala. Keep in mind, this year's Lunar New Year's Eve is January 23rd, only a month away. Logically, Ma Dong should be extremely busy at that time.

When we met, I learned that not only was Ma Dong, who had once again become the chief director this year, there was also a deputy director of the center.

This is definitely more surprising than hearing that he lost his cement slab.

Why?

Chen Nuo knew there must be something fishy going on here; he wasn't that much of a big shot.

When we started talking, it turned out that it wasn't for any other reason than that Zhao Benshan, a pillar of the Spring Festival Gala, was not performing this year.

It wasn't that the show was bad, it was that the program itself wasn't good, and he wasn't feeling well either. He also lost his temper. After a few rehearsals, he said in one sentence: either it's like this, or we won't do it this year. He really clashed with the production team.

So, CCTV held an internal meeting, which led to this trip to the United States.

The schedule is very tight. Ma Dong arrived today and will be leaving tomorrow. Deputy Director He won't be staying long either, only about ten days, after spending New Year's Day in the United States before returning to China.

"Xiao Chen, we've come here with the utmost sincerity this time." After Ma Dong had finished explaining the whole situation, Director He said earnestly, "Name your conditions. We'll do anything to ensure that the people of the whole country can have a happy and joyful New Year."

If it were any other young person, they would probably have fallen for Director He's rhetoric, but Chen Nuo is basically only good at using honey traps. Trying to morally blackmail him is wishful thinking.

He immediately shook his head and said, "Director He, I am just an actor. The people of the whole country can be happy whether I am here or not. You are exaggerating."

He then looked regretful and said, "Because this time I really missed it by one step. I just agreed to host the Golden Globe Awards yesterday, and I'm about to start rehearsals, so I guess I won't have time."

"what!"

Ma Dong exclaimed, "Really?"

Even if it wasn't true, it has to be true now. Chen Nuo nodded and said, "It's true."

When is this year's Golden Globe Award?

"January 15th. After that, I have to attend the Santa Barbara Film Festival. This year they're giving Nolan the Masters Award, and they want me to be a presenter." Chen Nuo shrugged.

Ma Dong and Director He looked at each other in bewilderment.

Then, Director He slowly nodded.

Ma Dong turned to Chen Nuo and said, "Nuozi, would you like to talk about this privately?"

Well, when Director He, representing CCTV, proposed in his study that they were willing to jointly operate several TV series projects with Huanxin Company over the next few years, with Huanxin responsible for content creation and production, while CCTV would provide a financing platform, broadcasting platform and resource support, and could sign a package agreement, Chen Nuo, as the company's chairman, felt a strong temptation.

It just so happens that in 2012, Huanxin not only planned to produce in Hong Kong but also to make a full-scale push in mainland China. At this critical juncture, with CCTV as the official platform to back and support its television drama production, many things could truly be put on the fast track.

Finally, Ma Dong added that now that he could bring two people to the Spring Festival Gala stage, this offer seemed even harder to refuse.

During the previous meeting, Li Jing was still bothered by Zhao Liying's current fourth-place ranking among the four little actresses. With the boost from the Spring Festival Gala, maybe she can take another step forward? Besides that, what about Liu Yifei? Fan Binbing? Zhang Xinyu? Or those newcomers in the company? It seems that the Spring Festival Gala buff is pretty good for everyone except for him, who doesn't seem to have much use for Wen Yongshan.

So, if we agree, then problems arise.

The Santa Barbara Film Festival does exist, but it's actually held on January 26th. It's not impossible for him to agree to fill in for CCTV. After all, Shen Xiaoyang and he had a minor grudge from the past, which Chen Nuo, being so petty, hasn't forgotten—he's held a grudge for almost three years.

But what's the point of going up there?

After much thought, singing seemed to be the only option, but Allison firmly disagreed with him going up there to entertain the public.

so?
Chen Nuo ultimately passed this difficult problem on to Li Jing and Qi Yuntian, who then coordinated with the CCTV directing team.

If he has a suitable idea... well, he's going back to China for the Chinese New Year anyway.

The following day, Chen Nuo's lawyer formally replied to the invitation from the Foreign Press Association of the Golden Globe Awards via email, confirming that he would host the 69th Golden Globe Awards ceremony in 2012. Chen Nuo himself also made a phone call to Philippe Gabriel.

Philip on the other end of the phone was clearly impatient. They had just finished talking in the morning, sent a lawyer over at noon, and signed the hosting contract with him that evening.

The contract isn't actually that complicated; the basic terms are almost identical to last year's Oscar contract. The only difference is that the Golden Globes are offering five times the Oscars' pay this time—$50 per game.

That's more than a little bit generous.

And this amount is exactly the same as the money he lent to Theron this month.

Chen Nuo was signing autographs when he realized this, and in that instant, he felt an overwhelming sense of satisfaction from his tailbone to the top of his head. Indeed, the most satisfying thing in the world is getting something for free and still getting your money's worth.

On the day before Christmas, Chen Nuo went to the Golden Globe Awards studio to take promotional photos for this year's Golden Globe Awards.

The photographer was an old acquaintance of his, Lane McKinley, who had once gone to XJ with him.

This guy has really made a name for himself in the photography world in the last two years. He has not only held solo exhibitions in New York and Los Angeles, but also gained some fame in fashion magazines, trendy art exhibitions, and advertising shooting with his personal style of black and white minimalism and documentary portraiture. He has become a sought-after collaborator for many brands.

The Golden Globe Awards spent a lot of money to have him take photos for Chen Nuo.

Fortunately, the final product did not disappoint the organizing committee.

……

December 25, 2011, Christmas Day.

On this day, the entire United States was immersed in a warm and festive atmosphere. Every household hung colorful lights and wreaths, and the whole country seemed to be enveloped in the aroma of cinnamon and roast turkey.

Susan also went with her mother to her grandmother's house, which was three blocks away in the same city, to spend Christmas with her uncle's family, who had returned from Texas.

Since her parents' divorce, she moved back to Louisiana with her mother. Every time this happened, it was an emotional ordeal for her. She hated her idiotic cousin who always had a runny nose and never covered his mouth when he sneezed, and she hated her silly cousin who was always trying to outdo her in being thinner and more popular at school.

So when she arrived at her grandmother's house, she sat on the sofa and took out her phone to look at her friends' updates on Facebook.

My aunt's house in New Jersey, she'll definitely be showing off her skiing skills again after school starts. Humph, who cares?

OMG, Chloe actually went to Paris! That's so awesome, I'm so envious!

Why hasn't Aurora updated her social media? Neither has Joseph...

Susan flipped through the pages casually, then froze in shock.

Suddenly, a new post appeared on that account that hadn't been updated in a long time.

It's a promotional poster.

Against a pitch-black background, instead of the usual gold lettering, the words "69th Golden Globe Awards" are written in a pale, artistic font, presenting a calm and restrained black, white, and gray tone that is visually striking.

To the left of this sign stood a black-haired man.

He casually crossed his arms in front of his chest, crossed his ankles, one foot flat on the ground, the other gently standing up.

He stood there leaning to one side, glancing to the side, his face slightly turned up at a 45-degree angle towards the audience, the corners of his mouth up in a half-smile, as if he were looking at this colorless "Golden Globe Award" with disdain.

In the black space above his head to the upper left, a line of small gold text was printed:
"No Chennuo, no GOLDEN globe."
Susan was stunned.

Two seconds later, the girl screamed, "Ah ...

Her shout startled the women busy preparing dinner in the kitchen, her grandfather and uncle chatting in the living room, her cousin running around the Christmas tree, and her cousin showing off her new dress.

The next moment, Susan shouted with ecstatic joy:
"Mom!!!! Chen is going to host the Golden Globe Awards!!!!"

Her shrill voice pierced through the entire room and carried out onto the street.

A snowflake that had just fallen scattered in the air, like a firework blooming out of thin air.

(End of this chapter)