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

Chapter 528 That's the President of the United States (9400 words)
The following day, Nielsen released the final ratings for the September 12, 2012 SNL episode.

Two years later, when the person reappeared, the executives of NBC's variety show division were all smiles.

Prior to this, SNL, which was already showing signs of aging, experienced a real explosion that night—with viewership reaching 1730 million.

Among them, the viewership rating in the 18-49 age group reached an astonishing 5.36. In other words, in this core demographic most favored by advertisers across the United States, almost one in twenty people chose to sit in front of the television to watch.

The 34 million viewership record set by Steve Martin on February 26, 1977, is now history. The current 17.3 million viewership is the second-best result for the long-running SNL variety show in the past decade, second only to the special program after the 9/11 attacks in 2001, and surpassing the 14.5 million viewership record set by Tina Fey during the 2008 election when she imitated Sarah Palin.

Meanwhile, on the same day, major media outlets also published extensive reports on this SNL event.

Just a few days prior, this person had won the Venice Film Festival's Best Actor award, becoming only the third male actor in history to achieve this feat—an achievement that should have been celebrated extensively.
However, at that time, although there were quite a few American media outlets reporting on this matter, most of them wrote less than a third of the article about it that day.

SNL在北美家喻户晓的影响力，迭加某人在节目上又抽烟又骂人还席地而坐的演出效果，得到的不是1+1=2，而是1+1=11的效果。

If Entertainment Weekly's headline, "A Surprise from China: Chen Nuo Brings a Ratings Frenzy to SNL," was somewhat reserved...

Variety, on the other hand, used the headline "WOW! Nuo Chen's guest appearance on SNL achieves the highest ratings in 10 years," which was almost blatant praise.

The Hollywood Reporter, on the other hand...

It seems that this was an attempt to make up for a minor unpleasant incident at the Venice Film Festival where a newspaper reporter had a disagreement with someone. The article, titled "Chen Nuo mocks Americans on SNL, ratings climb to number one in 10 years," completely erased the achievements of the SNL writing and directing team and attributed all the success to one person.

The report, after citing Nielsen's ratings data, stated bluntly:

"Although we were mentally prepared, it turns out that almost everyone underestimated Chen Nuo's appeal among young people."

When the ratings miracle of "Game of Thrones" faded, when the halo of "American Idol" disappeared, and when "New Girl" and "Glee" were losing ground among young people, all advertisers and traditional media lamented how difficult it was to capture the hearts of young people.

At this moment, Chen once again amazed everyone with his performance.

Although his performance on "The Tonight Show" the previous night was mediocre, he proved himself once again on the SNL stage every day. He proved that he can be a box office guarantee not only on the big screen, but also on the small screen, a lifesaver for all television executives...

Besides these traditional entertainment media,

Emerging online entertainment gossip websites such as TMZ, E! Online, Entertainment Tonight, and Vulture also devoted lengthy articles to describing the discussions that night sparked on social media and various forums.

TMZ focused on the protagonist's hair color change, hiring a professional makeup artist to analyze the relationship between skin tone and hair color.

E! Online's focus was on the Denver girl who spoke with Chen in the final stages; the report stated that she eventually got his phone number, which made her ecstatic.

Entertainment Tonight, however, devoted a large section to discussing the friendship between Chen and Reynolds, and the possible role this Chinese man played in Reynolds and Black Widow's divorce case. It even revealed that Chen's jokes about Scarlett Johansson at the Oscars two years ago were perhaps a way of getting revenge for his friend.

And then September 13th passed.

September 14th

More contributing writers from serious, comprehensive media outlets have joined this round of reporting. Although the pace is slightly slower, the content is no longer as general as that of entertainment media...

……

Joanna Reynolds looked at the newspaper in front of her, while holding a pen in her hand, scribbling in a notebook that was already full of writing.

She doesn't usually pay attention to entertainment news, but after reading several newspapers, she realized that at least on this day, the focus of the American media had shifted away from the upcoming election.

As this Wall Street Journal article on page four states, it devotes half a page to the following:
"...Whether SNL can find a path to transformation through this success is a question that NBC's top management urgently needs to explore."

If this were a different protagonist, would the astonishing ratings of this night give Nuo Chen, a Chinese actor, a chance to reassess his commercial value in the United States?

As is well known, although he has accumulated a lot of loyal fans in North America in recent years, he does not have many endorsements and advertisements compared to his influence.

Besides Mattel, millions more Barbie and related dolls are sold to the world every year because of him.

Because of his frequent appearances on international red carpets and at high-end parties, we rarely see Harry Winston collaborating with top American brands anymore.

Skin color, language, nationality, and age should all be reasons for those top American brands to hesitate.

For traditional giants like Nike, Pepsi, and Coca-Cola, they have probably witnessed too many Asian actors' fleeting success in Hollywood. In the past few years, they have remained on the sidelines, waiting for the young actor's popularity to gradually fade in the North American market, eventually leading to cultural marginalization or even a career setback, just like many foreign stars.

But now, things seem to be changing.

His performance on SNL marks his second success on this live streaming platform that reaches a nationwide audience.

If the first time was accidental, then the second time was more like the establishment of a cultural symbol.

At this point, it's no longer reasonable to explain his success on home screens like the Oscars, Golden Globes, and variety shows using the excuse of novelty.

The number of 1730 million viewers is a key metric that advertisers care about most. Among the core demographic of 18-49 years old, it achieved a viewership share of 5.36, which means that it has established a stable and powerful appeal among the most powerful and brand-loyal consumer group.

This undoubtedly changed his previous situation where he was difficult to gain trust in the business world.

If, in the next three months, the Netflix show "Chicken Out of the Air" starring him achieves a similar level of success as SNL after its release, then it is believed that established American brands may stop observing and join the competition for this established foreign superstar.

As for whether Chen, this billionaire who built his fortune in Silicon Valley long ago on Facebook, will sign his name on their contracts filled with zeros, fulfilling these fickle people's belated requests, that's another matter entirely.

After reading it, Joanna Reynolds put down the Wall Street Journal and seemed thoughtful.

There's been an unusually large amount of news about this Chinese person these past two days.

Could we make something out of this?
The thought flashed through her mind, but she had too many things to do and needed to finish her daily morning newspaper reading as soon as possible. Without giving it much thought, she picked up a copy of The Washington Post again.

As usual, she quickly browsed the titles of each section, but her eyes immediately stopped on an article on the third page.

George Will—

This bastard actually wrote an article about SNL?
Joanna Reynolds looked closely and saw that this Republican writer, in an article titled "A Slap on the Face on SNL: A Chinese Actor Debunks Obama's TPP Illusion," wrote:

"When I chose to watch SNL on Saturday night, I didn't expect to hear anything useful from it."

That was just to satisfy my daughter Diane's request to watch this TV program with her, which is for children under 14 and requires parental accompaniment, because one of her favorite foreigners appears on it.

The result was completely unexpected.

Although I regret Chen's remarks about American history—

This young man from China clearly doesn't know much about our past, nor does he understand that after President Nixon, a Republican, we had already implemented various policies to protect the rights of Native Americans. His description of Native American reservations as "trunks" is inaccurate and unfair.

However, while our president was still advocating for the TPP agreement and betting heavily on it, a young actor from China offered the most incisive critique of the TPP agreement on America's most traditional television stage.

That was a plan full of arrogance and hubris, and it was bound to become the biggest failure of the American government in foreign policy since the beginning of the 21st century.

Describing the TPP as a framework for free trade is nothing more than a hasty geopolitical gamble, destined to fail in reality. Ironically, our government needs a Chinese actor to remind us of this fact.

This is not just a critique of the TPP, but a resounding slap in the face to the Obama administration's foreign policy..."

It took Joanna Reynolds almost ten minutes to read the article that took up the entire page.

For a professional campaign manager, this article is essentially the same old Republican rhetoric that George Weir is good at.

In short, they blame all the problems that arise in life and internationally on the current Washington administration.

He simply added the name of the young Chinese actor at the beginning, trying to capitalize on the public's interest to attract attention.

but,
With less than two months until November 6th, the clash between the two sides is becoming increasingly intense on all levels, and Joanna Reynolds has to be on her guard at the slightest sign of trouble from her opponent.

As the saying goes among election managers, when a candidate does 100 things, only 50 of them are destined to work, but the problem is, nobody knows which 50 they are.

Could this be the case?
Joanna Reynolds paused reading and fell into deep thought.

However, the phone on the table immediately rang.

She glanced at the caller ID and answered immediately, “Good morning, Mr. President… I know… Yes, I’m reading today’s newspaper… Okay, I understand. Goodbye, Mr. President.”

After hanging up the phone, Joanna stood up, walked to the door of her office, and opened it.

Just then, a young intern with brown hair ran past her in the aisle, carrying a stack of documents.

In the lobby, the telephones rang incessantly, creating a noisy atmosphere.

In the corner, fax machines and printers were constantly spitting out sheets of paper. People of different skin colors and ages sat around telephones, glancing at the A4 sheets in their hands and saying, "Good morning, I'm from the Obama campaign team..."

The door to the conference room across the street was open, and three or four people were arguing fiercely inside. The projected curves on the wall were faintly visible, and a bald, fat man was pointing a laser pointer at a sliding red line, loudly complaining, "If we had invested just a little more money, Wisconsin would be..."

On the wall directly opposite her, there was a huge timetable nailed to it.

The grid on it is covered with tiny squares, and each day from today to November 6th is marked with red, blue and black colors, with almost no blank space.

This is like waging a war.

And this, perhaps, is a war.

Joanna called out, "Joseph, come here for a second!"

A middle-aged white man walked over. "Joanna, what's the matter?"

"Go check it out... and then bring me his information."

The white man didn't say a word, nodded, and turned to leave.

About twenty minutes later, Joanna sat in her office with several A4 sheets of paper that looked like resumes in her hand. As she looked at them, her eyes suddenly lit up.

……

……

"Welcome to Silicon Valley, welcome to Netflix."

As soon as Chen Nuo got out of the car, he saw Reed Hastings smilingly approaching him, while Rory Eisner, dressed in a suit, stood at the back of the crowd, her blond hair gleaming brightly in the sunlight.

As their eyes met in mid-air, the woman's lips curled into a bright smile.

Rory Eisner's age is a mystery, but her extremely disciplined lifestyle and lavish maintenance make her look almost exactly the same as she did 5 years ago, exuding a charm that I admire.

Back to Reed, the horse-faced man grinned, his face full of wrinkles, and gave him a tight hug.

Chen Nuo patted him on the back, "Hey Reed, long time no see."

Reed Hastings released him and said, "This is your first time at the company, let me introduce you..."

Well, this introduction took almost 5 minutes.

Reed Hastings practically brought half the board of directors and all the company's top executives to the door to welcome him. Even a vice president like Rory Eisner could only be listed at the end. But even after all the introductions, Chen Nuo didn't see Ted Sarandos.

"what happened?"

Chen Nuo found a break before the meeting and asked in a low voice.

Luo Rui covered her mouth and whispered, "Reed knows you don't like him, so he didn't invite him. But it wasn't his business anyway, it's my project."

Chen Nuo suddenly realized, and nodded with a smile.

Then the meeting began.

In Chen Nuo's view, the meeting that day was just a formality.

After all, "Eagle Catches Chickens" will be available on Netflix at midnight tonight. Logically speaking, everything is ready, and as the executive producer, he only needs to show up, sit down, and make a show of it.

But to his surprise, after sitting there and listening for a while, he felt increasingly uneasy.

Finally, he couldn't help but speak up: "Excuse me, I'd like to interrupt."

Chen Nuo was sitting in the first seat to the right of Reed Hastings. As soon as he opened his mouth, the marketing director who was speaking immediately shut up, looked over, and said with a smile, "Is there a problem, Mr. Chen?"

Chen Nuo nodded and said, "There's a small problem. It sounds like our broadcast schedule this time is to release two episodes every Tuesday? Are you sure that's the case?"

The other person looked puzzled and said, "Yes, that's right. Is there a problem?"

Reed Hastings turned around and asked, "Chen, is there a problem?"

Of course there is a problem!
Chen Nuo was unaware that in his previous life, the head of Netflix's streaming service was none other than Ted Sarandos, who had not attended the meeting today, had been ousted by Lori Eisner, and did not want any credit to him.

It was this elf prince, who had been sidelined in this life, who in his previous life creatively used the "all episodes released at once" release model for House of Cards, thus creating the glory of House of Cards and laying the foundation for the Netflix media empire.

But he's never eaten pork, only seen pigs run.

Netflix only releases two episodes a week? Do you think you're Youku?

Back then, Youku and Tudou operated on a two-episode-per-week model. It was Netflix's sudden emergence that changed this disgusting streaming method. But now...

Although Chen Nuo didn't understand marketing, he knew that if Netflix were this disgusting, it would be a disaster, and he would really be letting down the millions of drama fans in future generations.

"I don't think it's good," Chen Nuo shook his head and said, "It's too slow."

His words left not only the marketing director completely bewildered, but also a host of executives, including Reed Hastings, utterly confused.

Chen Nuo didn't keep them in suspense and said directly, "Let's launch them all at once."

The distribution manager was taken aback and said, "Mr. Chen, but if we do that, we might lose some of our revenue."

“I understand. As you just said, our show has nine episodes. If we release two episodes a week, that's eight episodes a month. The final episode will be next month, and then we can collect another month's membership fee.”

After saying that, Chen Nuo added, "But I think that since they have paid money and become our members, we might as well treat our members better. We shouldn't be so calculating. We should be a company with human touch, not just pursuing profits. Only in this way can we last and become a century-old company."

His words elicited a truly fascinating reaction from the Silicon Valley elites filling the conference room.

We looked at each other, both of us with a hesitant expression, as if we wanted to say something but couldn't.

The forty-something-year-old distribution manager had a look on his face as if he'd just eaten shit—unable to swallow it or spit it out, he could only manage a dry laugh. As for Rory Eisner, Chen Nuo saw the woman holding a pen and thought she was asleep with her eyes open. Even when Reed Hastings openly winked at her right in front of him, practically throwing a pen at her, Rory remained completely unmoved.

After a while, Reed Hastings turned around, forcing a smile, and said, "Chen, are you sure?"

Chen Nuo nodded and said, "I'm sure."

Reed Hastings paused for a moment, then forced a smile that looked more like a grimace, and said, "Then let's do it this way. We respect Chen's opinion; he's the producer of this show, and I trust him. Harry, go and tell the distribution department to change our release schedule."

……

……

"That's why I say there's a reason why your company has been able to grow bigger and stronger. Reed seems to be a good boss; he listens to other people's opinions."

"hehe."

Luo Rui smiled, picked up the cocktail the bartender had just brought her, took a sip, nodded in satisfaction at first, then gave a dismissive look.

"If I were him, and faced with a drama series starring him that hadn't even been released yet, but the company's stock price had risen by more than 30%, and the day before the release, he went on a show on NBC, attracting tens of millions of viewers and making almost the entire United States aware that the company had a drama series coming out, and then overnight, he gained hundreds of thousands of new members, I would also listen to his opinions very much. Basically, as long as he doesn't want me to hand over the chairmanship to him, I will listen to him."

Chen Nuo laughed and said, "I see. I thought he was like me, the type to delegate authority."

Luo Rui said, "Did you relinquish power? Wasn't Chris kept at the company to watch over things? When you're in the US, he's in China; when you're in mainland China, he's in Hong Kong. I asked Chris why he did this, and he said it's because of your trust in him. Haha, trust. I think you value power no less than Reed."

Damn it, that little vixen, Rory Eisner, it's been so long since I've dealt with her, she's at her wit's end again. Of course, is what he did wrong? Qi Yuntian may have many flaws, but he's the one person who wouldn't do anything behind his back. So, what's wrong with keeping him here to guard the house?
Sigh, this woman is really... she forgets the pain once the wound heals. She's starting to be disrespectful again.

Speaking of which, I really miss those days.

Chen Nuo then feigned curiosity and asked, "Do you have a new girlfriend?"

Luo Rui paused for a moment, "No. Why do you say that?"

Chen Nuo said in a serious tone, "I've noticed you're recovering quite well from your breakup. How about we get a room together later and reconnect?"

Luo Rui burst out laughing, cursing as she laughed, "Go to hell, Chen, you're such a bastard."

"Hey, what did I do? I didn't lay a hand on you this time, I just invited you verbally."

"You wait, I'm calling 911 right now. You can go explain to the police!"

The two laughed and joked for a while, then noticed that although there weren't many people in the small bar located on the corner of Palo Alto University Street, some people were watching from afar, so they quickly quieted down again.

Luo Rui said, "Let's get down to business. I think your joke on SNL went a bit too far."

Chen Nuo asked knowingly, "You mean?"

"The TPP part. You should know that people in Hollywood are his supporters. Doing this will make you stand out. And if he's unhappy... I don't think it will do you any good. Didn't your PR manager warn you?"

Of course I reminded you.

But that was after the fact.

Because Alison didn't know he would say that beforehand; even he himself didn't know.

Afterwards, quite a few people called him because of this. Some were happy, and some were not. For example, Donald was quite happy, while James, who was preparing for the release of "Drop," was like Rory, somewhat amused and exasperated.

But what's done is done, and there's nothing he can do. Words spoken are like water spilled; they can't be taken back.

If Obama is really unhappy, then he should just keep a low profile for the next four years.

Moreover.

Will Romney really be re-elected? Does he have absolutely no hope?

Can a die always roll the same number every time it's rolled?
Will his recent rant create a butterfly effect, causing many things to change?
In the past two days, Chen Nuo has actually thought about a lot of random things, and the final conclusion he came to is:
Whatever, do whatever you want.

Chen Nuo took a sip of beer and said casually, "Heh, whatever. I just said it, it's the truth. What, am I afraid of him?"

"He is the President of the United States."

"I am Chinese."

"..."

Luo Rui looked at him with a helpless expression.

But in the end, they didn't continue discussing this topic.

Afterwards, Chen Nuo and Luo Rui chatted over drinks, talking about the TV series and Netflix.

The conversation turned to the stock price, with Luo Rui noting that it's currently quite high. This soaring stock price is like a Damocles' sword hanging over Netflix's head, making everyone in the company uneasy. It's likely that from Reed Hastings down the line, very few people will be able to sleep soundly tonight. If the series falls slightly short of expectations, this sword will probably end up killing a lot of people.

They also talked about some things related to the Eisner family.

Her illustrious uncle has been retired for seven years since 05. In between, he started an investment company, independently produced some TV dramas, and currently hosts a monthly talk show, but compared to before, his success has been mediocre. When she returned from Hong Kong, Michael Eisner wanted her to help him sort out his messes, which she naturally refused. So, after a disagreement, she severed ties with him, and from then on, she had to rely on herself for her future.

They chatted and drank, and before they knew it, they were both a little tipsy.

I didn't leave the bar until almost 10 o'clock.

Chen Nuo told Linghu to drive the Bentley Netflix had provided for them, while he got into Luo Rui's convertible Ferrari. Linghu seemed a little uneasy, but the alcohol was getting to him, and he got a little angry, so Linghu had no choice but to obey.

It wasn't far from the bar to his hotel; it was only about a ten-minute drive.

The September night breeze was already a bit cool. Luo Rui wasn't driving very fast, but Chen Nuo still felt a sense of comfort.

He couldn't help but stand up halfway, lean back in his chair, face forward, squint his eyes, and feel the wind blowing on his face, his hair flying in the air.

"Ooh ho~~~" he shouted into the darkness.

It was as if they wanted to scare away the demons and monsters ahead, or as if they were venting their emotions, which came from nowhere, in a meaningless way.

But in any case, this should be a rare moment for him to be unrestrained.

Lori Eisner laughed in the driver's seat.

He laughed along with them.

This scene looked just like something out of a Hollywood movie, but unfortunately, no camera captured it.

But his good fortune didn't last long. He had probably only stood up for two minutes when he suddenly heard a series of loud noises coming from behind the car.

Damn it.

He turned around and saw a car with flashing red and blue police lights following behind him.

Without a word, he immediately shut his mouth, slid down like an eel, and sat back down in his seat.

"What should we do?" Luo Rui asked, a little flustered. "I've been drinking."

Women, they're so easily flustered over such a small thing, it's so disgraceful.

Chen Nuo said, "What are you afraid of? Calm down."

Luo Rui said, "I know you're calm because it's not like you're the one driving."

Bingo!

Haha.

Chen Nuo laughed and said, "If you end up in jail, I'll help you find a lawyer."

"I'll say it again, you're a real jerk! Fine, watch me!"

After saying that, she untied her neatly tied ponytail, and her long golden hair fell down, covering half of her face, instantly making her look more languid and charming.

"Wow!" Chen Nuo exclaimed, "If you treat me like this, Luo Rui, I can go to jail for you!"

"Alright, you can rest now."

At that moment, the police car stopped, and the officer got in.

He was probably in his forties, and surprisingly, he was Black.

At night, it blends perfectly with the background, with only the whites of its eyes visible, as if floating in space, which is a bit scary at first glance.

The Black police officer said, "Ma'am, please show me your driver's license."

Luo Rui rummaged through her bag, took out her driver's license, and handed it over.

The Black officer took the car, glanced at it briefly, then shone the flashlight on her face and said, "Ma'am, the speed limit on that stretch of road was 40 km/h, and I detected that you were speeding. I also suspect you've been drinking. Please get out of the car."

Luo Rui tossed her hair and said, "Officer, can I not go down? I actually have something to do and want to get my friend back to the hotel as soon as possible."

Chen Nuo noticed that the black police officer looked at her as if she were a dead fish, and his tone was as cold and hard as a stone in winter. It felt like this stone had suddenly smashed into Rory Eisner's face, leaving this bad woman bruised and battered.

"No, ma'am, please get off the bus now!" the black police officer said.

Seeing how that stinky woman, Rory Eisner, was getting drunk, Chen Nuo couldn't help but burst into laughter.

Well, that smile immediately caught the attention of the Black police officer.

Without a word, the flashlight shone on his face, causing Chen Nuo to immediately cover his face with his hand and complain, "Hey, officer, what are you doing? It's not illegal for me to smile, is it?"

There was no sound, and the flashlight was not moved.

Chen Nuo was a little annoyed. He slightly spread his fingers, squinted his eyes, and said in an unfriendly tone, "Hello, can you hear me?"

"Ah...ah! Yes, I heard you, sorry, I'm very sorry." The black police officer seemed to have just come to his senses, and immediately moved the flashlight away. His tone also changed from his previous calmness, and he seemed a little surprised and nervous. After apologizing, he asked again, "Excuse me, are you...Chen? Nuo Chen?"

Chen Nuo lowered his hand, revealing his face, and nodded, saying, "Yes, it's me."

"Wow, it really is you! Hello, Mr. Chen, I'm John Omar." The black police officer completely ignored Rory Eisner's presence at this moment, walked around the front of the car, ran to Chen Nuo, and extended his hand, saying, "It's a pleasure to meet you today."

Chen Nuo extended her hand to shake his, and said with a smile, "Hello John, but I'm not really happy to see you. My friend was taking me back to the hotel, but it looks like she's going to the detention center. I have to drive myself, but I've been drinking. Haha, but it's okay, my bodyguard is behind me, I'll just have him drive."

Officer John chuckled sheepishly, a stark contrast to his previous icy demeanor. He scratched his head and said, "Sorry, I didn't know it was your car."

“It’s alright, it’s your duty,” Chen Nuo said. “It must be hard work to be on duty so late. I admire you. Let’s grab a drink sometime.”

Officer John became excited, his voice trembling: "Really, really?"

"Really. Give me your phone number. I'll call you next time I'm here."

"Okay, okay! My number is 408..."

Chen Nuo typed it into his phone, saved it, wrote down the name John Omar, and then said, "OK, I've got it. I'll call you, and we'll choose a time when you're not on duty."

While he was doing this, Officer John was watching the whole time. After he finished speaking, John said, "Chen, you really are a good man, just like my wife said."

Chen Nuo laughed and said, "I have my bad moments too, but I'm definitely good in front of the cops."

"Hahahaha!" Officer John burst into laughter. "I'm definitely going to tell this joke to my wife when I get home tonight. OMG, I can't wait to have a drink with you. My god. You're so funny."

Chen Nuo raised his hand to look at his watch and said, "Look, John, I really want to continue chatting with you for a while, but it's getting late and I want to go back to rest. What do you think we should do about this?"

Officer John nodded and said, "I understand." He then turned to Rory, handed her her driver's license, and said, "Miss, you can drive now, but you need to stay focused. No speeding, no daydreaming. The Joker is in your car, you know what I mean? You'd better take good care of him. Because the whole world is waiting for the Dark Knight sequel. Understand?"

Lorraine Eisner forced a smile and said, "I understand, officer. I'll take good care of him."

I will take good care of him.

These words made Chen Nuo laugh for almost ten minutes, all the way to the hotel room door. Even though Luo Rui punched him several times, he couldn't stop.

Then he realized what was happening.

Looking at the sweet and lovely blonde woman in front of me, who looked just like Vivien Leigh.

Wait, how come Rory Eisner came up with him?

What does this mean?
However, before he could wander off in his distracted thoughts, the door opposite his room suddenly opened, and Allison walked over with a grim expression, saying, "Chen, I have something to tell you."

Chen Nuo asked in surprise, "Now?"

Alison nodded and said, "Yes, now."

……

Ten minutes later, in the living room of Chen Nuo's room, Alison finished speaking.

Chen Nuo sat on the sofa, rubbing his temples, and said, "You mean, your old friend wants me to go to Washington?"

Allison said, "Yes. She wants you to join in at the White House Music Night on September 19th... It's one of the cultural events that the couple values ​​most, and there will be many artists and dignitaries in attendance."

Chen Nuo's smile vanished at this moment. He said with a slight headache, "Can't we not go?"

Before Allison could speak, Rory Eisner suddenly interjected, "Why not? Are you afraid of him?"

Allison said, "Lorraine, that's the President of the United States."

Luo Rui said, "So what? Chen, if a black man, after hearing your criticism of him, is still willing to let your drunk driving friend off the hook, then you really don't need to be afraid of him anymore."

(End of this chapter)