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

Chapter 558 A Bet's Loss: The Family Heritage Site
This world really is about who can shout the loudest. When he yelled like that, Donald's voice on the other end of the phone immediately quieted down.

And whether it was Chen Nuo's imagination or not, she seemed to be saying with a hint of grievance, "I don't mean to blame you, Chen, I just—I'm just telling you the truth. Many people say that, many very smart people, they all say that you helped them. It's not me who said it, it's them. I don't blame you, I absolutely don't, I just want you to know that your influence is very large, very large, maybe even larger than you think."

Upon hearing Donald's words, Chen Nuo softened his tone and said, "Donald, I know you're disappointed with the defeat. But you need to understand, I've been neutral from beginning to end. To avoid calls from the White House and all this mess, I've come all the way to this godforsaken place like Montana. Donald, what more do you want from me? Huh? I'd like to go back to China, but I'm still waiting to promote Twilight. I can't get away from it!"

"Chen, Chen, I understand, I get it. You're busy, yes, Twilight—this movie is amazing, really amazing. I think it's going to be a huge hit!"

Chen Nuo said, "Alright, alright, Donald, stop talking about this. I told you long ago, Romney is a cowardly motherfucker. Look at him, acting all affected and like a woman. He's destined not to win the election! If you want him to take down your enemy, you might as well hope that aliens will blow up the White House."

“I know, you did say that…”

"Good to know. Don't try to shift the blame onto others. There's something I've wanted to say for a while now, Donald, you need to be a fighter, a real fighter! If you're really tired of losing, then you fucking should stand up for yourself. Obama humiliated you, so you should slap his face with your shoe instead of relying on anyone else!"

"...you mean?"

“That’s right! That’s exactly what you mean!” Fueled by the alcohol, Chen Nuo said bluntly.

After I finished speaking, there was no sound from the other end of the phone.

To be honest, Chen Nuo had been holding these words in for a long time.

What do you say?
What is he after investing so much in Donald?

He was still somewhat apprehensive about whether these investments would change the course of history.

If things really change, then all his favors and money will have gone down the drain.

So, emboldened by the alcohol, he continued, "These Republicans nowadays are all trash. When things go wrong, all they do is shirk responsibility and do nothing else! You shouldn't be worried about this loss; you should be worried about what will happen four years from now. If you still rely on a good-for-nothing like Romney, or a bunch of old fogies from the party, you still won't win!"

"If the Republican Party needs a breath of fresh air, then I think you are it. If the Republican Party needs a true fighter, then I still believe you are it."

"So, stop complaining, stop acting like the sky is falling, don't let me down. You need to be a real warrior, stand up like a motherfucker, stand tall, take up your sword and go into battle, and take down everything, instead of calling me like a little kid who got his candy stolen, crying and whining!"

On the other end of the phone, Donald's voice turned serious. "I think you're right, absolutely right. The Republican Party needs real fighters. I can do it. I'm stronger than them all, smarter than them all, and I understand better than them what Americans really want. I wonder, if... that day ever comes, will you support me?"

Chen Nuo laughed and said, "I'm not an American, so I can't donate to you. What good is my support for you? All I can say is, Donald, if that day ever comes and you owe me $5000 million, I can give you a 10-year interest-free coupon."

"Hahaha, well, that sounds fantastic. Okay, Chen, thanks for the suggestion. I'm going to make some calls now."

Go ahead. Bye.

"Bye."

The phone hangs up.

Chen Nuo breathed a sigh of relief, but was still a little irritated.

He certainly wasn't naive enough to think that the matter would be over after making that phone call.

Now that the Republicans have lost, losers are always furious. Although he said on the phone that he let Obama win, which is obviously nonsense, since this claim is circulating, he needs to be careful that someone doesn't take their anger out on him.

It's probably best to keep a low profile for the time being.

Thinking about this, he suddenly realized that where he was now was no longer safe.

He looked up and saw that all the cowboys were staring at him with strange looks.

He immediately stopped talking, stood up, and said to Wayne DeLore, "Alright, Wayne, you guys have fun. I'm leaving now."

“Wait a minute.” Wayne DeLore suddenly grabbed his hand. “Chen, let’s talk some more.”

Chen Nuo frowned and asked, "What do you want to talk about?"

But at this moment, Wayne DeLore, the old cowboy, whose face had been gloomy, suddenly seemed to brighten up, and he smiled very kindly.
"Chen, I don't know... I mean, I'm just a fucking Montana country bumpkin, you know, besides herding and selling cattle, I might not even know my own last name. Um, Chen, I didn't mean to listen in on your phone, but, I mean, it seems like you have pretty good connections in Washington?"

Chen Nuo said "Oh," realizing that the old cowboy had misunderstood, and shook his head, saying, "No, Wayne, I'm just a nobody in Washington."

"But I heard you say you've been to the White House?"

"Oh, you mean this?" It's impossible to hide this from anyone; a quick online search will reveal countless news articles about it. So Chen Nuo frankly admitted, "You didn't know? I only went to the White House once, that's all."

But when he said that, Wayne DeLore not only didn't let him go, but gripped his hand even tighter, his expression becoming even more amiable: "Chen, so you... really... I'm sorry, really, I had no idea. Like I just said, our rural area is really indifferent to the outside world, except for herding and selling cattle... Um, Chen, have you really met Obama?"

Chen Nuo hesitated before replying, "I've met him."

Wayne DeLore tentatively asked, "Have you chatted?"

Chen Nuo said, "Just a little while, only a few minutes."

Chen Nuo tried to downplay his words, because he genuinely didn't want to get involved with these people. However, the more concisely he spoke, the straighter Wayne DeLore sat.

The cowboys around them listened to the two talking, and their gazes toward him grew increasingly strange.

Finally, Chen Nuo became so uncomfortable being stared at that he couldn't help but look around.

Wayne DeLore followed his gaze, immediately waved to the cowboys in the bar, and shouted, "Alright, you cow-dung-smelling guys, that's enough for tonight! We lost, we lost, go home, the sun will still rise tomorrow morning, the cows will still be herded, and the grass will still be cut!"

The cowboys exchanged glances, but the old cowboy with gray hair was the first to speak: "Okay, Mr. DeLore." He then walked over, extended his hand, and said, "Goodbye."

After shaking hands with Wayne DeLore, he turned to Chen Nuo and said, "Goodbye, Mr. Chen. I wholeheartedly agree with what you just said. Thank you for soothing the wounds inflicted by this failed night."

After saying that, he took off his hat, placed it in front of his chest, and stretched out his hand.

Chen Nuo felt a warmth in his heart and said, "It's my honor." Then he shook hands firmly with the old cowboy's calloused hand.

This old cowboy seems to be a leader.

After he did that, the other cowboys followed suit and came over.

However, his words weren't as pleasant as the old cowboy's. They were mostly rough, polite remarks and a few curious questions.

"Goodbye, sir."

"Mr. Chen, how is Obama doing?"

"Mr. Chen, let's grab a drink sometime."

"Mr. Chen, is it true that the White House is haunted?"

“You were absolutely right, sir.”

"Have you seen Michelle, Mr. Chen?"

Chen Nuo gave perfunctory replies, which made the cowboys beam with excitement and reluctant to leave. In the end, however, they had no choice but to leave after being reprimanded by Wayne DeLore.

After the cowboys left, Wayne DeLore gestured for Chen Nuo to sit down.

The two sat facing each other again.

Wayne DeLo looked at Chen Nuo's face and said, "His name is Finn Little, an old man who has been with my father for decades. He is very angry about my decision to sell the ranch, but you can trust him. He knows every person, every inch of land, and even every cow on the ranch. He can take good care of this place for you."

Chen Nuo recalled the old cowboy and nodded in realization.

However, the implication of those words seems to be...

Sure enough, Wayne DeLore continued, "Chen, you're right. When we're at the table, we have to accept the consequences. If the Republicans lose, I lose too."

"Well, that's the best way to think about it, Wayne."

"Um, Chen... besides business, I actually have some interest in politics, I wonder..."

“I truly have no interest in politics, Mr. DeLore, and my position doesn’t allow it. However…”

With a serious expression, Wayne DeLore said, "Chen, I swear, starting tomorrow, the water rights are yours. I'm giving them all up."

"Alright then, I know a fellow Republican who I think has a bright future. If you're interested, I can introduce you. Of course, you probably know him too... but... well, I guess you two are kindred spirits. Perhaps you could talk to him..."

"Thank you very much, Chen, thank you so much."

……

……

Wayne DeLore, the old man in a suit, leather shoes, and a cowboy hat, was a respectable man. That night, he said that the next day Alison told Chen Nuo that the legal team there had agreed not to argue about the water rights anymore, and that the price would not be increased by a single penny.

Ultimately, the two parties agreed on a price of seventy million US dollars.

This money will allow Chen Nuo to officially own one of the most prestigious and historic ranches in all of Montana, located in Park County, southwest of Livingston.

The ranch covers approximately 150,000 acres and is surrounded by the snow-capped peaks of the Absaloka Mountains. Meadows and hills dot the valley, interspersed with three clear lakes—the “Lake Dorothy” I visited before is just one of them.

More than 3,000 Angus cattle graze freely on this land year-round, many of which are taken by high-end steakhouses in New York, Chicago and other cities.

The ranch not only has modern cattle sheds, warehouses and transportation facilities, but also preserves a three-story Victorian-style wooden house built in the 1880s. In front of the house is a century-old elm tree. Sitting in the shade of the tree, you can look out at the rolling meadows and the shimmering snow-capped mountains in the distance.

On the day the purchase agreement was signed, it is estimated that half of the town's residents came over, crowding the surrounding area.

When Chen Nuo and Wayne DeLore finished signing the papers at the town's only small bank, and walked out wearing baseball caps and sunglasses, the crowd on both sides of the street fell silent. Whether it was the weathered cowboy or the townspeople in plaid shirts, they all wore complex expressions.

Chen Nuo knew that many people here had been working for the De Luo family for generations. Their lives and fates were almost entirely tied to the De Luo family.

For them, DeLore was more than just an employer; he was like an unyielding mountain.

Now that the leadership has been changed, this huge change is not something everyone can accept all at once.

Although only a purchase agreement has been signed and a 2% deposit has been made into the escrow account, there are still a series of complicated procedures to go through. It is estimated that the actual delivery will take place during the Spring Festival of 2013.

However, the purchase agreement is also a legally binding document, and from the moment he signs his name, he is considered the owner of this land.

how to say?

When that moment truly arrived, when all he could see was his land, the deep-seated Chinese attachment to the land filled him with excitement.

As soon as the agreement was signed and he returned to the hotel, he began to share the good news.

First and foremost, it has to be his father.

When he received the call, Chen Bicheng was quite happy and laughed, "Wow, the sun has risen in the west! Mr. Chen is actually calling me. Are you short of money?"

Chen Nuo laughed and said, "Yes, I just bought a piece of land in the United States."

"What a coincidence, your dad also just bought land in Vietnam."

"Oh?"

"Haha, we're partnering with Mr. Zhang to develop a full 300 acres right on the Nha Trang beach, planning to build a five-star hotel. It's prime real estate, less than 200 meters from the beach. Vietnam's tourism industry is booming right now, with foreigners flocking there in droves. Once the hotel opens, it's guaranteed to make a profit." "Haha, I bought 150,000 acres all by myself, in Montana. The location isn't good; it's only good for raising cattle, resulting in losses every year."

As soon as he finished speaking, there was silence on the other end of the phone.

After a while, Chen Bicheng said with some doubt, "Really? You really bought such a big piece of land?"

This is the aftereffect of Obama's last incident.

After that incident, Chen Nuo's credibility in Chen Bicheng's mind increased significantly. Chen Bicheng was only half-convinced by such outrageous things, finding them rather uninteresting.

After realizing that Chen Nuo wasn't joking, the real estate tycoon was first surprised, then suspicious, "There must be countless people wanting to buy this kind of land, why would it be your turn?"

"That's because I was sincere. I flew there the day after I heard the news. Cash, full payment, negotiable, and the money was from a traceable source. You're selling houses, wouldn't you sell to me if you were in my shoes?"

Chen Bicheng was silent for a while, then asked, "You didn't help me when I was in the real estate business, how do you know so much about it?"

Chen Nuo laughed and said, "If you have to do it to understand, then what's the point of being an actor?"

Chen Bicheng snorted, "So you're not going to make movies anymore? You're going to sell cattle instead?"

"How could that be? This is a side job."

Chen Bicheng sneered, "Heh, doing a side business in that godforsaken place."

Chen Nuo laughed and said, "It's the dead end! When you have time to come and take a look, I'll let you know..."

As soon as he said that, Chen Bicheng immediately said, "I have plenty of time right now. Send your plane over and pick me and your mother up to visit."

"what?"

"What? You're not bragging, are you?"

"Hehe! Forget about it now, let's do it next year. It'll get cold there in a few days. After spring comes next year, I'll finish the paperwork, and you and Mom can come and stay for a few months. Then you'll know what paradise on earth is all about."

"Just blow it."

"Hehe, you'll find out whether it's just bragging or not in time. You just wait and see."

After hanging up the phone, Chen Nuo was still excited and made another call.

Fan Binbing sounded even more surprised than Chen Bicheng.

"Hey?"

"Hey, where are you? Is Ruoruo with you?"

"No." Chen Nuo wasn't sure if it was just his imagination, but Fan Binbing's voice sounded a little guilty. "I'm with the crew right now, working."

But he didn't think much of it and said, "Okay, then you can talk about it when you get home."

"Hey, wait a minute, why did you call me?"

"I bought Ruoruo a family heirloom plot of land."

"A family heirloom?"

Yes, in Montana.

……

After hanging up the phone, Fan Binbing was stunned for a moment.

Recalling the man's childlike excitement on the phone earlier, a slight smile crept onto her lips.

But immediately, that slight smile widened, becoming a standardized smile.

"Sorry, I got a call. Let's continue. Actually, I asked Xiao Zhou to invite you out this time. It's just that we work for the same company. You're filming in Shanghai, and I'm living in Shanghai now, so I had to do my part as a host."

Dilraba gave a slightly reserved smile and said, "Thank you, Sister Bingbing."

"Alright, it's nothing. Come on, you order. There are no outsiders here today, just the two of us sisters. It's lunchtime, so let's have a simple meal."

A light meal?

Is this definitely a light meal?
Looking at the four- or even five-figure prices on the menu, Dilraba wondered if she had missed a zero. After nervously ordering two dishes, she couldn't bring herself to order anything else.

The woman opposite her took the menu and casually ordered three more dishes.

Dilraba did a quick mental calculation and realized that this meal had basically cost her several years of college tuition. Although she had just landed her first role and was earning a seven-figure salary from the profit sharing, she still couldn't afford such an expense.

The meal that followed was quite pleasant, and none of the things she had worried about before she came happened. Until she left, she didn't hear a single unnecessary word, as if this newly crowned leading lady really just took advantage of her break from filming to treat her to a meal.

However, after Dilraba left, Fan Binbing remained seated in her chair without moving.

After a while, Xiaomei came in.

"Sent away?"

"Ah."

"What did you say?"

"She asked me if there was anything I needed her to do, and I said no. She didn't say anything after that."

Fan Binbing smiled and said, "Quite innocent."

Xiao Mei said, "Yeah, Sister Bingbing, what's the point of inviting her to dinner? She hasn't even gotten her foot in the door of the entertainment industry yet. Is it worth wasting your time on her?"

"Whether it's worth it or not, I don't know. I only know that since the child's father values ​​her so much, it's hard for her not to become famous in the future."

Xiao Mei paused for a moment, then said, "That's true."

Fan Bingbing shook her head and said, "It's just a casual move. I just hope we're not in Beijing and don't get kicked out."

"You mean Liu..."

"I'm not worried about Liu, I'm only worried about her mother! She knows everything! She even called me before! Haha!"

Xiao Mei was also a little angry and said, "That's right, what gives her the right! Liu Yifei isn't even married to President Chen yet, and she dares to bully you. What will happen in the future...!"

Fan Binbing said calmly, "That's why we have to be prepared at all times. It's okay if she bullies me, but if she bullies Ruoruo, I'll never forgive her."

After a while, Fan Bingbing smiled again and said, "Do you know? He bought a ranch in Montana, saying it's for Ruoruo."

"Huh? A ranch?"

"Yes, 15 acres, and it cost $7000 million."

Wow! That's a lot of money! 15 acres, how big is that?

"It's about the size of more than 8 football fields."

"Holy crap!" Although she was a Shanghai girl, Lin Meiru was still shocked by the number and didn't come to her senses for a long time.

8 football fields!
Lin Meiru tried to imagine it, but she really couldn't fathom how large that piece of land was.

"Mr. Chen said it was a gift for Ruoruo?"

Fan Binbing smiled slightly and gave a soft "hmm".

Lin Meiru said with a big smile, "Wow, Sister Bingbing, it seems that President Chen still cares about Ruoruo. He's just too busy, so he doesn't have much time to come over. Don't overthink it."

Fan Bingbing said, "Actually, I never doubted that. I just..." Fan Bingbing turned her head and glanced at the woman reflected in the glass. She was still radiant, like a beautiful young woman in her late twenties. Who could tell that she was already 31 years old?

However, she felt a strange sense of urgency. She knew that this might be the case this year, but what about 10 years from now?

We must be well prepared.

"Alright, don't go around telling everyone about this. He said that next year, we can go there together and stay for a while. He said the scenery is really beautiful."

"Great! That's wonderful!"

……

Although Chen Nuo only made those two phone calls and then calmed down, and even told Fan Bingbing not to go around talking about it, the truth still couldn't be hidden forever. The day after he signed the agreement, his purchase of a ranch in Montana was exposed by a local Montana newspaper, the Billings Gazette, and then spread to Twitter, causing a huge uproar.

"$7000 million! How much money has this Motherfucker actually made in Hollywood?"

"Now look at this! A Chinese movie star owns more land in Montana than all the houses my family owns combined, multiplied by 10000. The American Dream?? Doesn't exist."

"I strongly recommend that the IRS investigate this person."

"Is this real or just an advertising ploy by Twilight?"

"I know Chen is rich, but is he really this rich?"

"There's a bunch of losers in the comments section questioning the earning power of one of Hollywood's most successful movie stars in history. LOL. They don't even bother to Google it. Just look at the shares Chen holds on Facebook—enough to buy 100 ranches like this!"

"That's so cool! Could you turn it into a park? I'd be willing to travel all the way from California to visit it!"

"Wow, owning a ranch like this has been my dream since I was a child."

"I believe this is where Edward and Laura will live from now on."

"Sister, I suggest you take some brain-boosting supplements."

Amidst all this turmoil, Montana's geographical advantages become apparent.

If it weren't for a few teasing phone calls from friends, and Donald's subsequent call, filled with anguish, asking him why he had so much money to buy a ranch in Montana and why he didn't go with him to buy a golf course, he really wouldn't have known anything about it.

This is truly a secluded place.

It wouldn't be an exaggeration to say that most of the people here live in the 19th century. Electronic products are almost superfluous in their lives, just like the cowboys' barracks on the ranch, which have nothing but a television, and even that television is broken.

They usually just play cards and brag together; they don't use the internet at all, and many of them don't even have cell phones.

Without a doubt, the week between signing the purchase agreement and his return to Los Angeles was a rare period of relaxation for him.

There were no spotlights, no red carpet, and cell phones held up all around.

If Gulnazar hadn't reminded him that the next day was the day they were supposed to go back to LA for the Twilight promotions, he wouldn't have realized how much time had passed.

(End of this chapter)