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

Chapter 566 Let's talk about it when we grow up
"Sorry, there are people inside."

It's only because Chen Nuo has a good mental fortitude; otherwise, if it were anyone else, at such a critical moment, suddenly hearing someone say that at the door would surely have scared them half to death.

But he was no ordinary person; once he recognized Gulnazar's voice, he immediately realized who it was.

Ashley Greene turned around in a panic and said, "There seems to be someone at our door. How come..."

She wanted to say what to do, but before she could finish her sentence, she felt a sudden surge of power, and her whole body seemed to float up. The words she was about to say were stuck in her throat.

In the quiet of the night, Ashley had fantasized, not a thousand times, not nine hundred times, about what it would feel like to do something with him someday. She watched quite a few movies online to find out, and after watching some Asian films, she thought she knew. So she even went out and bought a toy that was roughly the size she imagined.

As a result, she never expected that when that day actually came, she would realize that she was wrong, and very wrong indeed.

This was perhaps a thousand times more intense than what she felt in her dreams or in virtual reality.

A Category 2 hurricane suddenly descended from the sky, like a giant pillar piercing the heavens and earth, raging across the boundless wilderness. Ashley could only scream in terror from her throat.

At that moment, she truly felt she was going to die.

In the face of such a terrible natural disaster, is it really possible for anyone to survive?
……

"Halo? Ashley!?"

Chen Nuo was speechless.

It's all a consequence of Ivanka's actions that made him think every woman was like Ivanka. When Ashley begged him to let her go, he thought she was playing that kind of game with him. In the end, she really passed out.
Fortunately, after he called out a couple more times, the woman who had been lying limp on the ground finally woke up slowly.

Chen Nuo breathed a sigh of relief and said, "Let me get you a glass of water."

After saying that, he poured a glass of water, placed it on the coffee table, and then carried the woman to the sofa, tidying up her disheveled skirt.

"Okay, you can rest here for a while. I'll close the door."

"……Thanks."

"You're welcome."

Chen Nuo stood up, turned around, and walked towards the door.

"Chen, will we ever see each other again?"

Before leaving, he heard Ashley's voice behind him.

This is the second time the woman has asked the same question.

Chen Nuo's hand stopped on the doorknob. He said, "Who knows?" Then he turned the doorknob and went out.

When Gulnazar saw him come out, she immediately looked inside with great curiosity.

Fortunately, he acted quickly and slammed the door shut. Then he glared at the girl and said, "Be careful you don't get a sty."

Gulnazar pouted and said, "I won't watch it then, it's probably some American girl again."

What does the saying "one who stays near vermilion gets stained red, and one who stays near ink gets stained black" mean

This is a living example that happened in the 21st century!
When a girl in her early twenties says such things with a disdainful look, you know that her outlook on life, values, and morals are absolutely distorted.

The culprit, however, showed no remorse whatsoever, casually walking forward and shamelessly saying, "Don't discriminate against American girls. American girls have many advantages that you should learn from."

"Oh? What is it, boss?"

"I can't tell you that."

"Say it."

"We'll talk about it when you're older."

“I’m old enough, I’m already 20.”

"Let's talk about it when you're a few years older than me."

"Boss, you're 26 this year, so that means in another six years?"

"hehe."

"Okay, you said it, boss!"

He chatted with Gulnazar as he walked downstairs.

As Chen Nuo reached the top of the stairs, he suddenly had a feeling and couldn't help but turn around to look.

A guy with golden eyes and a cool look appeared to be standing at the door of the room he came out of. He gave him a satisfied smile, waved, and then turned and left with a carefree air.

He paused for a moment, then smiled and turned back to continue walking downstairs.

……

……

On December 15, 2012, at the VIP exit of the private tarmac at Palm Beach International Airport, a tall woman pushed an elderly woman out.

A pretty girl who had been waiting there immediately waved her arms and called out, "Sister Yuanyuan!"

Gao Yuanyuan immediately smiled, waved, and said, "Nazha."

Gulnazar and Linghu behind her quickly went to greet them, took the suitcases that the crew members were helping to push, and then bent down to greet Gao Yuanyuan's mother, who was in a wheelchair. Afterwards, the group walked together to the SUV that was already waiting outside.

Once in the car, Gulnazar smiled and said to Gao's mother, "Auntie, we'll be there in about ten minutes, it'll be quick."

Although the old woman's complexion was still sallow and she looked somewhat ill, her health had improved compared to before. Hearing this, I couldn't help but laugh and say, "It's alright. Wow, it's so warm here. I was sweating as soon as I got off the plane."

Gulnazar nodded and smiled, "Yes, the winters here are especially hot, almost like in Sanya."

"Mom, shall I open the window a little for you?" Gao Yuanyuan asked softly.

The old woman nodded. "Okay."

The car window was rolled open a crack, and warm air, carrying the salty smell of the Atlantic Ocean, rushed in. The old woman comfortably squinted her eyes. Seeing this, Gao Yuanyuan felt relieved, and a smile appeared on her lips.

Sure enough, less than twenty minutes later, the car drove along the tree-lined boulevard and mansions of Palm Beach Island, then turned onto a straight road. After passing a very grand and beautiful estate, a snow-white mansion came into view after a minute's drive.

At the open gate, a familiar face to everyone in the car was standing there waiting.

After getting out of the car, the two sides exchanged pleasantries. Then, the group first took the woman, who had been on a three-hour flight from Rochester, Minnesota, and was somewhat tired, to her bedroom on the first floor to rest before returning to the spacious and bright living room on the first floor.

"Is this the house you won?" Gao Yuanyuan looked around, then looked through the floor-to-ceiling windows in the living room that faced the pool, at the tall coconut trees and the deep blue ocean in the distance, and couldn't help but exclaim, "It's so beautiful."

Chen Nuo smiled and said, "Didn't I tell you that this place is very suitable for your mother to recuperate?"

Gao Yuanyuan sighed and said softly, "It's just too much trouble for you."

"Why are you bringing up trouble with me? You're joking." Chen Nuo smiled and patted her shoulder. "Sit down and rest for a while."

Gulnazar eagerly approached, "Sister Yuanyuan, what would you like to drink? Orange juice, coffee, red wine, or whiskey and brandy?"

Gao Yuanyuan shook her head and smiled, "A glass of water will do, thank you, Nazha."

"It's okay, Sister Yuanyuan, wait a moment." After saying that, Gulnazar turned around and walked towards the bar.

Gao Yuanyuan watched her retreating figure, then turned and smiled, "Nazha is a really nice girl."

Chen Nuo recalled what happened a week ago and nodded: "Indeed, he's becoming more and more sensible."

Gao Yuanyuan stretched and gazed at the swaying coconut palms outside the window, sighing again, "It's so beautiful. Can I ask how much houses here cost now? I definitely can't afford one, but I want to dream about it."

Chen Nuo said, "I don't know, but I estimate it to be around twenty or thirty million."

Gao Yuanyuan clicked her tongue lightly: "Fine, I'll just listen. The person who lost this house to you back then, is he regretting it to the core now?"

Chen Nuo recalled the cuckolded guy who mortgaged the house to him and ended up losing five million, and then thought of a villa that a real estate developer had recently listed for 2100 million, even though the location and size were not as good. He couldn't help but laugh and said, "I guess so."

At this moment, Gulnazar returned with water, and Gao Yuanyuan took a couple of sips before eagerly getting down to business.

She looked somewhat worried: "Do you think I can do it? My agency said that Quentin Tarantino invited six or seven people from mainland China for this round, including Li Binbing, Zhang Ziyi, and Fan Binbing from your company, as well as Zhang Xinyu and Zhang Manyu... The more I think about it, the more uneasy I feel."

Chen Nuo comforted him, saying, "At least he had a very good impression of you last time we were in China."

"That time, it was all thanks to you."

"Haha, just stay here and prepare these next few days. We'll go to Los Angeles together then. Your mother can stay here without worry. I've already contacted a private medical team that caters to the wealthy, and two Chinese-speaking nannies who can come within five minutes if needed. Don't worry."

“…Okay,” Gao Yuanyuan replied softly. She only said one word because she felt that words were too pale and that saying more would be useless. It wasn't that she didn't want to do something else to express her feelings, but Gulnazar was still playing on her phone next to her, and she felt embarrassed.

So he cleared his throat and casually changed the subject: "And you, how are your preparations going?"

It was just a casual question, but Chen Nuo answered seriously, "Not really."

Gao Yuanyuan was stunned for a moment, forgetting even her own affairs, her curiosity overriding everything: "Huh? Really? What's wrong?"

Chen Nuo sighed: "It's a long story."

"It's hard to explain in a few words" means he doesn't want to talk about it, because it would be pointless to say it.

Unable to resist Gao Yuanyuan's persistent questioning, he finally opened up and told her about the difficulties he had encountered while preparing for "Chinese Laborers" in Palm Beach.

"You know, I always rely on emotions to get into character when I act."

"Yes, I know." Gao Yuanyuan nodded seriously. "And then?"

"Then I realized that I simply couldn't find the right mindset in this environment." Chen Nuo spread his hands and smiled helplessly. "I'm supposed to be playing a Chinese laborer who works in America, enduring the sun and rain, traversing mountains and valleys to build railroads, but I'm currently sunbathing in a villa in Palm Beach. But what can I do? I can't exactly go and dig up a railroad, can I?"

Gao Yuanyuan found it a bit funny, thought for a moment, and suggested, "Then can't we use a substitute?"

Chen Nuo shook his head and smiled bitterly: "When I was filming the clown, I worked in a circus in Langfang for a few months, which many people didn't understand. But actually, for me, as long as I can enter that kind of survival context, the specific location doesn't matter, since there are substitutes anyway."

"But this time is different."

"The protagonist is a fisherman from the late Qing Dynasty who suffered endless oppression and could not survive, so he took his family across the ocean to America to make a living. Unexpectedly, he endured unbearable hardship while building the railroad and was constantly bullied by the foreman. After a few months away, when he returned home, he found that his wife had been raped by the railroad company boss... In this situation, how can I use emotions to replace it?"

The room was so quiet you could hear a pin drop.

Gulnazar exclaimed, "Wow, boss, this protagonist is so pitiful!"

But neither of the professional actors paid any attention to the part-time actor's fuss.

Gao Yuanyuan pondered for a moment and said, "Actually, I believe you can act it out... it's just that you have too high expectations of yourself."

Chen Nuo gave a wry smile and did not answer.

Gao Yuanyuan is right.

She was right.

Of course he can act; that's a basic skill for an actor.

You don't necessarily need to have hundreds of millions in real wealth to play a billionaire, and you don't need to cut off your tongue to play a mute. Sometimes, you can get the job done just by using your imagination.

However, as Gao Yuanyuan said, the standards are different.

If he were to rely solely on his imagination to support such a profound role that requires intense emotional outbursts, he would have no confidence in doing so.

Leaving aside Leonardo DiCaprio, who acted opposite him,
The thought of watching "Lincoln" a few days ago made him feel even more uneasy.

Daniel Day-Lewis played Lincoln, almost completely transforming himself into Lincoln.

If, under these circumstances, he were to portray a Chinese laborer of that era, but ended up with a completely different, incoherent character...

That would be truly shameful—shameful to one's ancestors for eighteen generations.

So, what should he do?
……

……

The morning sunlight streamed into the bedroom.

The woman, who had been ill for a long time, awoke from her deep sleep.

The warm air made her feel warm all over, and she felt a vitality she hadn't felt in a long time.

She slowly got out of bed, opened the curtains, and as the sunlight streamed in, she felt a sense of relief that death was receding.

"Mom! You..."

An excited voice came from behind. The woman turned around and smiled, "Yuanyuan, I just tried it, and I didn't expect that I could actually stand up."

"That's wonderful, that's really wonderful!" Gao Yuanyuan said excitedly as she walked over quickly with a tray in her hand.

The woman shook her arms and legs, then laughed and said, "Looks like I'm not going to die anytime soon."

"Mom, don't say that! You'll definitely live to be a hundred!"

The woman looked at her and smiled, "Okay, I'll try. Speaking of which, we really owe a lot to Xiao Chen. You should thank him. He brought us all the way from China to the United States. Without his plane, I wouldn't be able to travel such a long distance in my condition. When I was about to be discharged from the hospital, he said the weather here was nice and suitable for my illness, so he brought me here. He really put his heart into it."

Gao Yuanyuan said, "I know, Mom."

The woman looked at her, wanting to say something, but in the end she didn't say anything. She just touched Gao Yuanyuan's face and said, "As long as you are happy, Mom will support you."

Gao Yuanyuan's vision blurred, but she nodded heavily and hummed in agreement.

The woman turned her head, looked at the scenery outside, and said, "How beautiful the sea is." Suddenly, her gaze shifted, and she asked curiously, "Hey, what is Xiao Chen doing there so early in the morning?"

Gao Yuanyuan walked over and saw a figure sitting on a chair on the lawn outside, staring blankly into the distance.

She explained, "He's been preparing for a new film recently and has encountered some problems. He's probably figuring out what to do."

The woman only half understood, and finally shook her head, saying, "No wonder he acts so well and has won so many awards. With that kind of spirit, he can succeed at anything. By the way, didn't you say before that Xiao Chen had two films submitted for that award this year, and they were even in the news? Were the results going to be announced soon? Is it today?"

Gao Yuanyuan nodded and said, "It's today."

"When?"

Gao Yuanyuan glanced at her watch and said, "8 o'clock, in half an hour."

"Ah? So early?"

Gao Yuanyuan said with a smile, "It's 8 o'clock for us, but if it's Los Angeles local time, it's actually 5 a.m.

The woman exclaimed in surprise, "5 o'clock?"

Gao Yuanyuan said, "Yes."

The woman looked at him with disbelief: "What's the point?"

"For the sake of news timing. It's 5 a.m. in Los Angeles, which is 8 a.m. in New York and here. They release it at 5 a.m., which is just in time for the prime time of the morning news on those TV stations in New York."

"There is such a thing..."

The woman found it quite interesting and was about to offer her opinion, but before she could finish speaking, a car suddenly stopped at the front gate, and a tall, blond old man got out of the back seat.

"Who is this? Little Chen has guests so early in the morning?" the woman asked curiously.

Gao Yuanyuan recalled what Chen Nuo had told her last night—that someone was coming to watch the nomination with him today—and couldn't help but smile, saying, "It's the future President of the United States."

The old woman looked at the blond old man in front of her with a surprised expression.

But then, seeing the other person shaking hands and hugging his daughter's lover with such fawning smiles and posture, he immediately became suspicious: "Him?"

Gao Yuanyuan laughed and said, "Just kidding. Okay, Mom, let's have breakfast. We'll watch the news together after we eat."

The old woman nodded and, supported by Gao Yuanyuan, walked towards the bed. Suddenly, she stopped and looked back. She saw the blond man with a brown-haired woman and a tall blonde girl, chatting and laughing with their owner as they walked into the house.

He glanced at Gao Yuanyuan beside him again and sighed inwardly.

Afterwards, Gao Yuanyuan helped the woman back to bed, and then, holding a bowl in her hand, fed the woman the soaked oatmeal bite by bite.

Just then, someone knocked on the door, "Sister Yuanyuan, are you there?"

"Nazha, the door isn't closed, come in."

"Oh." Gulnazar pushed the door open and said, "Good morning, Auntie." Then she said to Gao Yuanyuan, "Sister Yuanyuan, the boss wants you to go out and says he wants to introduce you to some friends."

Gao Yuanyuan was taken aback for a moment, then said, "Me? I haven't put on makeup yet."

Gulnazar laughed and said, "No need, you look good even without makeup."

“But…” Gao Yuanyuan was still hesitating when suddenly, the bowl in her hand was snatched away, and the woman said, “Go quickly.”

Gao Yuanyuan turned her head and saw the woman looking at her, smiling and saying, "Go ahead, I'll eat by myself."

(End of this chapter)