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

Chapter 478 A Lesson Told in Blood and Tears

When Luo Rui Eisner said that, how could Chen Nuo not understand when he saw the woman's haggard face? What was the cause of this illness?

However, at this point, Chen Nuo always believed that only one treatment was effective: shock therapy. In this respect, compassion is sometimes more cruel than cruelty.

He then recounted in detail everything Mr. Pitt had said to him at the Golden Globe nomination luncheon. He then recounted what Ms. Jolie had told him backstage at the Golden Globe Awards ceremony.

After he finished speaking, he didn't forget to deliver another blow.

"In my experience, your ex-girlfriend was very serious when she said that, so she probably wasn't joking."

"..."

"But as a friend, I've gotten revenge for you. You see, if it weren't for me, you might still be seeing that couple at the Oscars. I think Mr. Pitt must have felt pretty much the same way you do now when he didn't get nominated. Doesn't that make you feel better?"

Luo Rui gave a barely perceptible smile. "Yes, thank you."

Chen Nuo laughed, "But the way you look at me doesn't seem to give me any of that feeling. Then there's nothing I can do to help you."

"Give"

"What did you say?"

"Give me a hug."

"it is good."

The two embraced, Luo Rui leaning on his shoulder, remaining motionless for a long while. When she finally let go, Chen Nuo noticed that her face was still clean, and the corners of her eyes were dry—not a single tear had fallen.

"Alright, thanks."

"Don't mention it. You should rest well and get back to your health as soon as possible. Once I get back from the Oscars, the crew will officially start filming. According to your casting plan, everything has to be started from scratch, and there are still many things to handle. Don't expect too much from me. My main job is acting, and I need to use this time to think about how to act in this film. I don't want to be praised to the skies only to have my acting turn out like a pile of shit."

"So you'd better get better soon. Otherwise, I might tell Reed Hastings that the Elf Prince is actually a better fit for this project than a Disney princess."

Luo Rui was amused by his last sentence, and although it was only for a brief moment, she genuinely laughed. She nodded: "Mm."

"Then I'm off, bye."

"bye."

Chen Nuo walked to the bedroom door and was about to push it open when Luo Rui's voice came from behind him.

"List."

He looked back.

Luo Rui sat on the bed, looking at him earnestly: "I'm fine now, I'll go to work tomorrow."

Chen Nuo chuckled and said, "It's settled then. I'll be waiting for you in my office at eight o'clock tomorrow morning. We'll go see Producer Du together and talk about casting."

"Okay." She readily agreed, then paused, and finally gave a genuine, full smile. "Thank you."

Chen Nuo didn't say anything more, just smiled and nodded before turning to leave.

In the elevator, Gulnazar leaned over with a curious look and asked, "Boss, didn't Luo Rui cry? I didn't hear a sound."

Chen Nuo glanced at her: "What, are your ears really that sharp?"

"Hehe." Nazha blushed, laughed awkwardly, and shrank her neck. "No, not at all."

Chen Nuo didn't pay attention to the girl's strange reaction, and sighed, "You don't understand. For some people, crying in front of others because of heartbreak is worse than death."

"Oh..." Nazha seemed thoughtful, then after a couple of seconds asked, "What about you, boss? If you got hurt, would you cry?"

Chen Nuo said calmly, "I'm usually the one who gets hurt."

it's time.

Since he took over the great "Larry King Show" and hosted his own show on CNN in January 2011, Piers Morgan and his team have been keeping a close eye on a certain foreign actor.

He now believes that the time has finally come.

In Pierce's view, this person was too different.

He's not a traditional Asian kung fu star, but rather someone who climbed the Hollywood pyramid step by step with one blockbuster commercial hit after another that revolutionized critical discourse. He rarely gives interviews, yet he always manages to make surprising and thought-provoking remarks on the red carpet, at film festivals, on the cover of Time magazine, and in interviews with the world's largest-circulation film magazine.

Pierce Morgan was not satisfied with the interviews he had given before.

It's all just boring questions about 'how he acts' and 'whether he experiences cultural differences on set'.

He wants more than that.

What he wanted to ask was—

What are your thoughts on the United States? What are your thoughts on China? What are your thoughts on the racial composition of Hollywood? What are your thoughts on the rise of Eastern power in the global capital markets? What are your thoughts on the roles a Chinese actor plays within this Western-dominated narrative system? What are your thoughts on the systems and futures of these two major powers, East and West? And what about his infamous feud with Harvey Weinstein, including his rumored discord with Fox's owner, Rupert Murdoch…?

These are the questions he really wants to ask.

On the day he learned that Chen Nuo had been nominated for the Oscar for Best Actor, Pierce Morgan immediately had his assistant contact a mutual friend to arrange a television interview.

But the news he received was extremely disappointing. The person had returned to China.

But he didn't give up.

Time passes day by day.

Three weeks later, with only a few days left until the Oscars, Pierce suddenly came across a photo posted on Twitter by the celebrity gossip website X17online using their Twitter account.

His eyes lit up, and he immediately picked up the phone and dialed a number himself.

"Hi, Donald."

The hoarse voice on the other end of the phone said, "Hello, Pierce."

“Donald, there’s something I want to ask you,” Piers Morgan said. “I just saw a picture of Chen with his girlfriend—he’s back? In Los Angeles now?”

There was a moment of silence on the other end of the phone, then a voice said, "Yes, what's wrong?"

Pierce said, "Donald, could you help me schedule another time for him to come to New York for an interview?"

The man with the hoarse voice readily agreed: "Of course, no problem. I'll call him right now. I'm one of the few people who know his private phone number. You know, he's never done a guest appearance on any variety shows, but as soon as I mentioned it, he came to my apprenticeship. He likes me very, very much. I've helped him with a lot of business matters, and he's also willing to tell me a lot about himself."

"In the past few weeks, he has been casting actors in China for his TV series. A great many Chinese actors want to act in his TV series, and there are many problems that are making things very difficult for him."

“I don’t want to take credit, but actually, I came up with an idea for him—a very, very clever solution that finally solved his problem perfectly. The media had no idea about this. So what was my idea? Pierce, if you invite me, I’d be more than happy to tell you on the show…”

Knowing the other man's personality, Pierce had been resisting the urge to interrupt until now, when he finally spoke up: "Donald, I'd love to have you on the show to talk about your brilliant mind and your unique perspective on solving global problems. But first, could you ask Chen if he can come, OK?"

"Okay, okay, I get it. I'll call him right now."

"Thank you, Donald, I'll wait for you."

After hanging up the phone, Pierce Morgan paced excitedly around his office. With the CNN logo and his exclusive interview with Pierce Morgan, the other party had no reason to refuse.

If he could ask those questions during the interview, he would eagerly anticipate the other person's reaction. It's safe to say that even a single wrong word in the answer could cause a huge uproar.

As for whether the other party would be smashed to pieces in this giant wave, he couldn't care less.

This interview will be the first step in his change of interviewing style in the United States. His ratings have been lukewarm for the past year, and this time he will bring his aggressive, direct interviewing style from the UK to America, making it his signature Pierce style. That extremely popular young actor—though that might be an exaggeration—will become the sacrifice for his rise to stardom.

The thought of the other person's massive fanbase, and the scene of them being rendered speechless and utterly dumbfounded by his questions, filled Pierce with excitement. Whether the other person answered or not, or even stormed off, it would bring new life to his show. However, Pierce's good mood didn't last long.

five minutes later.

“What?!” Piers Morgan exclaimed incredulously into his phone, “He rejected me and CNN? Why? Donald?”

He said he doesn't want to be disturbed by the outside world right now.

"WTF, he's about to attend the Oscars, that's the biggest external disturbance!"

"Haha, no, no, no, you don't understand Chen. He's always like this before filming. He told me he'd immerse himself in the role. Hey, like The Godfather, the great Marlon Brando. You know Marlon Brando? They're actually a bit alike, aren't they? By the way, Pierce, you know what? I'm actually in New York right now, and I'd love to be on your show anytime, anywhere..."

"Thank you, Donald. We'll talk about it later. Bye."

Piers Morgan had no patience to listen to the other person's nonsense this time. He hung up the phone, plopped down in a chair, frowned, and was full of doubts.

Is it a genuine desire to avoid external interference, or just some made-up excuse?

But unless he guessed what she was going to ask, what reason would he have not to come? But before this, she had always hosted programs in a conventional and smooth manner, so how could he possibly know?
FUCK!

Why is this happening? Piers Morgan clutched his curly hair and cried out in frustration, "Ah!"

……

……

February 26, 2012, Kodak Theatre.

Chen Nuo knew that this would be the last time the "Kodak Theatre" would host the Academy Awards ceremony under that name. After that, this place, which carried countless cinematic glories and memories, would be officially renamed the "Dolby Theatre."

To others, it might just be a change of sponsor, nothing special. But for him, it evoked exceptionally complex emotions.

Another name he once knew reappeared before his eyes after being folded by time.

Fate, like a long circular track, once again brought him back to the starting point.

"What should I do, Chen Nuo? I'm so nervous."

The voice in his ear pulled him back to reality.

Chen Nuo turned her head to look at Liu Yifei beside her.

She ultimately chose the gown from Lebanese designer Zuhair Murad—a silver-white, sequined, floor-length gown with a fitted cut that accentuated her slender figure. The intricate crystal embroidery refracted delicate light in the dim light filtering through the car window, perfectly complementing the Harry Winston seasonal collection adorning her neck and wrists, which resembled a cascading galaxy.

As long as she doesn't laugh, Sissi's appearance tonight can absolutely be described as perfect.

He said, "Why are you so nervous? We're just here to watch the show."

Liu Yifei said, "I know, but... sigh. How many awards do you think you'll win tonight?"

This issue has likely been discussed no fewer than thirty times since the two of them came to the United States.

Chen Nuo knew that Liu Yifei's question at this moment wasn't really about wanting an answer, but rather a way to relieve psychological pressure. Besides his unlikely Best Actor win, Inception was nominated for a total of nine awards, including Best Film and Best Director, making it arguably the most eye-catching star of this year's awards ceremony.

Aside from some technical awards that were sure to be won, the focus of public opinion these days has been on the three awards: Best Film, Best Director, and Best Actor.

Fans of Inception on Twitter are clamoring that this film, which still holds a 9.2 rating on IMDb, second only to The Shawshank Redemption, will make history.

However, insiders know that as a commercial blockbuster, the genre of "Inception" naturally sets its "ceiling" for the Oscars.

It feels like a century has passed, but the 3D Max version of "Inception" only officially finished its run in North America and Japan last month. This long run of over six months ultimately pushed its global box office record to $25.912 billion, just shy of $26 billion—less than $2 million less than James Cameron's miraculous "Avatar."

This commercially successful film, which made everyone involved in it rich, is now going to the Oscars...

To be honest, he not only deserves the Best Actor award, but he could also easily lose out on Best Picture and Best Director. Especially with Harvey Weinstein lurking in the background.

Although these things had been mentioned before, Chen Nuo repeated them again slowly in order to distract Liu Yifei.

Liu Yifei got caught up in the situation again and said angrily, "Harvey is so bad, he's a pervert! Why does Hollywood allow someone like him to participate in the Oscars? And why do so many people act in his movies? Why doesn't he get arrested?"

This question is not as easy to answer as before. Chen Nuo thought for a moment and said, "Perhaps this is what a democratic society is like."

"Pah!" Liu Yifei finally forgot her nervousness and said fiercely, "We should completely blacklist that fat guy and stop him from competing with us for so many awards!"

As we chatted, time flew by.

Before they knew it, it was their turn to walk the red carpet.

Stepping off the red carpet, Chen Nuo maintained a smile amidst screaming fans and flashing lights, waving to the crowd from time to time. However, Liu Yifei, standing beside him, appeared noticeably more nervous, her steps unsteady, and though she kept smiling, her eyes darting around nervously.

Liu Yifei mentally chanted "calm down" over eight hundred times, but she just couldn't calm down.

She wasn't unfamiliar with such scenes... but the last time she walked the red carpet with him at the Oscars was several years ago, and back then they were still friends, unlike this.

After being secretly photographed that day, the gazes cast from the crowd now carry a hint of hostility, making her somewhat uncomfortable.

Fortunately, Chen Nuo seemed to notice her discomfort and did not linger on the red carpet. Instead, he took her hand and quickly led her to the media interview area.

Liu Yifei saw a female reporter holding an ABC microphone with her arm outstretched. As soon as they approached, she eagerly held out the microphone and asked, "Chen, it's nice to meet you. You look absolutely stunning tonight. Is this your girlfriend?"

"Yes."

Upon hearing the "yes," Liu Yifei felt her face suddenly burn and her head spin. This caused her to freeze when the female reporter turned to ask her a question.

But at this moment, the people around her stepped forward once again.

“Zuhair Murad. I went to choose it with her. She's a little shy, please don't mind.”

"Haha, no, she looks adorable. I'd love to know about your love story, but for now, let's get back to the movie. How are you feeling tonight? How many of the nine nominations do you think your 'Inception' will get?"

Chen Nuo said, "All of them."

The reporter laughed. "Really?"

“I know it’s impossible to win them all, but I do feel that we have a chance at every award,” Chen Nuo said with a smile. “Tonight we are the favorites, and I hope we won’t disappoint our fans. I believe that both Christopher and I think so.”

"You've been nominated for Best Actor tonight. Besides yourself, who do you think is the favorite?"

This is a classic trap question; it's easy to offend someone if you're not careful.

However, aside from Pierce Morgan, the man who later infuriated Kanye West to the point of flipping the table and leaving the show, angered Megan Markle to the point of swearing, and even made the mild-mannered Neymar roll his eyes, he was a bit hesitant and would never go on his show.

Chen Nuo is not afraid of these questions.

He smiled, his hand naturally wrapping around Liu Yifei's slender waist, which was slightly nervous but still held her back straight. He said casually, "My answer is Leo. I think he performed exceptionally well in 'Hoover.' If he wins the award, it will be well-deserved."

Ps:

I originally wanted to write 6000 words, but I can't.

Brothers, please forgive me these past two days. It's already quite an achievement that I haven't missed any updates.

It started last night. Around 2 AM, I suddenly had a severe stomachache. The pain was so bad I was rolling around in agony and couldn't write anymore, so I had to stop abruptly. My family went to a 24-hour pharmacy and bought me some stomach medicine, which helped me until after 5 AM when I finally felt better and fell asleep. Then, I was woken up again at 9 AM this morning by the pain. After taking more medicine, I started experiencing abdominal cramps and a slight fever, so I had to go to the emergency room to have my appendix checked. Thankfully, nothing was wrong. Otherwise, I definitely wouldn't have been able to update today. In short, my body has been suffering all day, my mind is a complete mess, and I've only managed to write this far purely out of willpower.

Seriously, never eat spicy food on an empty stomach, especially small red chilies. Brothers, this is a lesson learned the hard way.

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(End of this chapter)