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

Chapter 585 Shameless Scoundrels: Ranch Acquired

Chapter 585 Shameless Scoundrels: Ranch Acquired
It only took 5 days to go from 41 to 28210.

It took another 15 days to go from 28210 to 100000.

It took 51 days to go from 10 to 50.

Over the course of these two months, the @doraandshawn channel has updated 11 videos, maintaining a steady pace of almost one video every five days.

From Winnie-Marca to Will,

Then head north from Wells, passing Twin Falls, Boise Plains, Idaho Falls, and the southern entrance to Yellowstone, before entering Montana.

Ultimately, under the watchful eyes of 300,000 netizens from around the world,

Amidst the comments in various languages—"Keep going," "Vamos," "Keep moving forward"—the brown-haired girl finally arrived in Bozeman, Montana, on the sixty-seventh day of her journey.

Waiting for her at the finish line were not only netizens who had traveled from all over the United States,

There were also staff members from YouTube.

They presented the creator, who broke platform records by reaching 500,000 subscribers in record time, with a special crystal playback medal engraved with her channel's name.

That day, YouTube specially set up a red and white finish line at the entrance of Bozeman town to symbolize the "end of the journey," and the roadside was crowded with people and several local TV reporters.

When the girl, carrying a gray hiking backpack and covered in dust, appeared from the distant highway, the entire audience erupted in a deafening cheer.

Amid cheers from the crowd, she quickened her pace and ran across the white line that symbolized the finish line.

Everyone rushed up to congratulate her.

The girl smiled happily, hugging and thanking everyone in front of her.

The climax came after YouTube staff presented her with the silver medal. A video from Cambridge University was played on a television set that had been specially brought in on-site.

In the video, the world-renowned physicist, sitting in a wheelchair, congratulated the girl in a mechanical voice, saying he was a loyal fan of her channel and hoped she would continue to bring him wonderful videos.

"...Finally, this adventurer, who has captivated countless viewers with her authenticity and courage over the past few months, expressed her gratitude to Professor Hawking for his attention and announced on the spot: Although this journey has come to a temporary end, her story is far from over—a new journey is already in the works."

On the television screen in this dimly lit room, after the voice-over ended, a brown-haired Latina girl smiled at the camera. Her skin had a healthy bronze hue, her eyes were bright, and her lips curled up slightly when she smiled, revealing a row of neat, white teeth.

“I will go home and rest for a while. It has been more than five months since I left at the end of December last year. I want to go back and see my parents, and maybe I will ask them to move to the United States to live with me.”

She said, "Thanks to YouTube, it has truly changed my life. As for my next destination—I have some ideas, but I want to keep it a secret for now. Thank you to all the friends who have followed, commented, and accompanied me on this journey. I believe our reunion is not far off."

After she finished speaking, her smile widened, and her large amber eyes curved slightly, like the surface of a lake rippling in the sunlight.

But just outside the television set—

An identical face, but tense and breathing rapidly.

In the dim light of the television, you could see her eyes were half-open, her pupils rolled slightly upwards, revealing the whites of her eyes, her lips were slightly parted, and half of her tongue was sticking out, as if she was being tormented by some unseen pain, to the point that she couldn't make a sound.

His bronze-colored body looked as if it had been coated with oil, and it shimmered like honey under the light.

When the impact came, you could see the fine, golden hairs and the surface of the skin trembling, like layers of waves spreading from back to front. At these moments, the woman's expression became even more pained, to the point of grimacing.

"You can shout now," came the man's voice from behind.

"I, I..." the woman said through trembling teeth, "I can't."

"Why?"

"I don't know, it seems like, it seems like I've gotten used to it."

After saying that, the woman seemed to have given up entirely, and her slender waist began to sway.

Well, in that instant, Chen Nuo recalled a woman of similar race, also of brown race, dancing her world-famous twerking in a similar pose in a bathroom in a white palace.

It has to be said that Charlize Theron's little engine pales in comparison to these Latina girls.

A jumble of thoughts flashed through Chen Nuo's mind, and then Chen Nuo's thoughts returned to the present.

It was clear that the woman had indeed developed a pent-up frustration over the past few months, so much so that even when she arrived at the hotel that day, she still couldn't utter a sound.

How can this be possible?
After all, it is well known that Latina girls are not only good at twerking, but also have world-class singing voices.

However, no matter how hard he tried to create a huge wave in the following time, Dora could only whimper like a wounded little wolf.

When he stopped, both of them were drenched in sweat.

After all, it's already May, the temperature is rising, and the snow and ice in Montana have long since melted away.

On the withered grassland, patches of green are sprouting anew.

The hotel in the small town had no air conditioning, and the air was stiflingly hot. After more than half an hour of intense activity, the room was already filled with heat and the lingering warmth of breath. It's perfectly normal for young people to sweat, especially since one of them was still fully bundled up, not even having taken off his jacket.

A few minutes later, the woman's breathing gradually calmed down, and the rise and fall of her chest slowly subsided.

She looked up at him and whispered, "Sean, can't you really take off your mask and let me see you? We're about to part ways, maybe we'll never see each other again... I don't even know what you look like, do you think that's fair to me?"

The man paused for a moment, then said, "Dora, I've told you I have my reasons."

“Damn!” she interrupted him abruptly, her eyes glistening with tears. “So what if you’re a wanted criminal? I’ve said it before, I don’t care! I don’t care who you are, what you’ve done, I don’t even care what you look like. What I love is you as a person. The you who carries my backpack, helps me set up my tent, teaches me how to film videos, cooks for me in the wilderness—do you understand? You’ve become a part of my life, and I don’t want to be separated from you like this! I love you, yes, Sean, I LOVE YOU, Te amo, mi vida!”

As she spoke, she reached out and grabbed his arm, and her voice trembled with tears by the last sentence.

Chen Nuo looked at the woman's hand gripping his forearm and said, "Dora, I told you before, if you don't accept it, I..."

"I know, I know," the woman said between sobs. "I accept it, and you don't owe me anything."

Chen Nuo said, "Dora, calm down."

"I'm calm. I just wanted to see you," the woman sobbed.

Dora was undoubtedly a beautiful woman.

That's how he saw it too.

Five months ago, if he had seen such a stunningly beautiful Latina girl crying like this in front of him, just wanting to see his face instead of taking his life—he probably would have softened.

But now, he simply reached out slowly and pried her fingers off one by one as they gripped him tightly.

What he gained most from this five-month hiking journey was definitely not romance or poetry. On the contrary, romance and poetry were just some diversions and comforts on the road, preventing him from getting too immersed in the role and avoiding over-involvement before filming even began, which would have caused him to miss his peak performance.

What he gained most was the ruthless willpower that the cold winds and ice, hunger and dangers brought him, and the calmness and restraint to do anything for his goal.

He could hardly tell whether, in this situation, he was playing "Sean," or "Sean" was shaping him in return.

In short, when a stunningly beautiful woman who had just been connected with him was standing in front of him with tears in her eyes, he felt no emotion whatsoever.

When Dora's hand finally loosened and slipped limply from his arm, Chen Nuo stood up, zipped up his pants, and said calmly, "Dora, you should rest well. We'll talk again after you've calmed down. Or perhaps, you don't want to see me. Anyway... goodnight."

Then, he turned and left without looking back.

When the door clicked shut, the girl in the room finally lost control and burst into tears.

As soon as Chen Nuo stepped out, he saw Vivian standing at the end of the dimly lit corridor of the motel, staring at him without moving. Her familiar black eyes seemed to be gleaming with something complex in the night.

He pretended not to see it and continued walking forward.

There's really nothing to say between him and Vivian.

What needed to be repaid has been repaid. The remaining grudges and emotional debts have been settled in the previous life, and there is no need to continue them in this life.

But just as the two brushed past each other—

"Sean."

Vivian suddenly called out to him.

He paused, slowly turned his head, and looked at him with a questioning expression.

At that moment, he clearly saw countless subtle emotions flash across that face that he was quite familiar with, like a kaleidoscope. Even he could hardly discern what was in it; it could be joy, anger, sorrow, love, hate, resentment, and everything in between.

After all, they had spent the last few months together, and it was inevitable that some feelings would develop between them.

"Aren't you very proud of yourself?" Vivian said. "You didn't do anything, you didn't even show your face, but you managed to make girls fall in love with you. Are you secretly laughing at us right now?"

Chen Nuo was stunned for a moment, then looked at his ex-girlfriend from his previous life.

At that moment, he couldn't quite explain whether he was speaking to Vivian in front of him.
She was still confiding in her past life, to the woman who had long since passed away.

In short, his tone was serious to the point of being almost calm.

"I would never be proud of such a thing. In fact, I rarely hope that others will fall in love with me. Sometimes, I even wish I could be invisible. The emotions that others invest in me are often a burden to me because I am not a deeply affectionate or devoted person. I cannot be what others expect me to be."

Therefore, I never laugh at anyone—the only person I might laugh at is myself.

As he spoke, his voice gradually lowered.

The corridor was dimly lit, and Vivian's gaze softened as his voice rang out.

But Chen Nuo did not stop.

Lost in his memories, he continued earnestly:

"But from another perspective, I think I'm actually a very good lover. I'm clean, gentlemanly, generous, and know how to maintain boundaries. When we're together, I can be your best friend, chatting and talking about everything under the sun. When you want to leave, I will never drag you away; I will only wish you well as you go."

How many men in this world could do that?
In this situation, instead of choosing a mediocre man, someone who will bind you with morality, responsibility, and emotions, and living a mediocre life, why not choose me?
The only problem is that you might have to share it with other women. But isn't sharing precisely the rarest and most beautiful virtue in this world?

After she finished speaking, the wind blew from the other end of the corridor, hitting the astonished woman's face.

Chen Nuo also snapped out of his daze.

broken.

Why did I say the same things I advised this woman when we broke up in my past life? Times have changed; what good would it do her now? She didn't understand back then, so why would she understand now?

"Shameless scoundrel!" the woman said fiercely.

After saying that, she didn't even look at him, turned around and went into her room, slamming the door shut.

Chen Nuo touched his nose.

Sure enough, it's been the same in both lifetimes; they can't listen to reason.

He shook his head helplessly and turned to leave.

Just then, about 20 meters from the motel, a camera lens protruded from the window of a car on the roadside, continuously filming Chen Nuo's departing figure.

"Click."

"Click, click, click." Until he went downstairs, entered a room on the first floor, and closed the door.

The sound of the shutter finally stopped.

The camera only disappeared near the window after the room lights went out, and the car window was rolled up.

Amy Rogers began examining the photos.

After a while, she turned off the camera, leaned back in her chair, and sighed deeply.

Over the past few months, she has taken many similar photos. Last month, in a small town, she even captured some shocking scenes through a hotel with subpar curtains.

The only problem was that, even indoors, she was always wearing a mask and clothes, which prevented them from capturing any truly fatal evidence. This was also the reason she couldn't go home for so long.

"Fuck, fuck!"

Amy Rogers slammed her fist on the steering wheel a few times.

However, she immediately turned around alertly and saw a short man walking quickly towards her from behind.

Without any hesitation, Amy stepped on the gas and sped off immediately.

……

"Dong dong dong."

Chen Nuo got out of bed, opened the door, and asked, "What's wrong?"

Linghu said, "President Chen, that person from before has reappeared."

Are you sure it's the same person?

"Most likely, although he changes cars every time he shows up, many of his habits haven't changed, such as..."

"Alright, alright, you know it yourself. Don't worry, I was wearing a mask the whole time, so he probably didn't get any pictures."

"But…………"

Chen Nuo understood Linghu's meaning.

However, America is not a lawless land.

Unless absolutely necessary, he didn't want Linghu to take any risks. After all, Trump hadn't taken office yet, and the day he received a license to kill in America was still far off. The Democrats were all cold-blooded bastards, and it was best not to provoke them.

With paparazzi following him, he didn't have any good options.

So we had no choice but to let them film it.

……

The next morning, Chen Nuo and Linghu set off together for the first time.

He did not call the two women, and the two women showed no intention of following him.

For Dora and Vivian, Bozeman was the end of their long journey, but for him, it was not.

His destination was 40 kilometers away, in a small town called Livingston.

When he arrived there, Wayne DeLore, whom he hadn't seen for six months, was standing in front of his estate, dressed in a smart polo shirt and golf trousers, waving to him with a bright smile.

This former rancher, now a New York millionaire, has gained even more weight since six months ago. It must be said, life in New York is more nourishing than in Montana, and playing golf with Old Tang at the country club certainly befits a billionaire's status more than riding horses and herding cattle.

After a full six months of paperwork, lawyers, notarization, and government approvals, the deal was finally completed in early May, awaiting only his signature on the documents.

This ancient ranch, spanning 150,000 acres and surrounded by the snow-capped peaks of the Absalomá Mountains, along with the 19th-century Victorian-style wooden house, the more than 5,000 Angus cattle, the 20-odd cowboys, and the livelihoods of nearly half the town's residents, will henceforth be inextricably linked to his name, Chen Nuo.

"You really came all this way?" Wayne DeLore asked with deep emotion.

"Yes."

No matter how much Chen Nuo didn't care about the sense of ceremony, he couldn't possibly attend such an important signing ceremony in outdoor clothing, so he specially changed into a suit beforehand.

Standing before the legal team that had arrived ahead of time, Alison and Gulnazar, aside from her noticeably thinner appearance, she looked somewhat presentable again.

When are you planning to turn it on?

"almost."

“I used to think that making money was easy for you guys, but now I can only say that if I worked as hard as you, I probably wouldn’t have sold this ranch.”

On the way to the signing ceremony, which was the living room of the old DeLorean family house, Chen Nuo chatted with Wayne DeLorean.

Hearing the old man's words, Chen Nuo felt a chill. Although everything was settled, he was still worried that something might go wrong before the final signature was signed.

He immediately replied, "You can't say that, Wayne. I think this might be an opportunity given to you by God, a chance to make a name for yourself in another field. I heard from Donald that your golf skills have improved by leaps and bounds, and I think you should focus on that."

Wayne DeLore laughed loudly, "Chen, don't say such things to comfort me. Don't worry, I even took my wedding photos. I'm not coming back here."

I hope you keep your word. Chen Nuo smiled and said, "Come back and visit often; the ranch will always welcome you."

After half an hour,
Regardless of what Wayne DeLore thought, the old man eventually wrote his name on each document.

After both parties finished signing, Chen Nuo and Wayne DeLore shook hands again.

This time, the old man didn't say anything, but simply took off his cowboy hat, handed it to him, and said something with a double meaning: "Now, it belongs to you."

Chen Nuo didn't play word games with the old man. Perhaps he would have in the past, but he was in no mood for it now.

He simply took the hat, turned around and put it on his head, saying simply, "Thank you, Wayne. I'll wear it carefully."

He then personally escorted Wayne DeLore out of the mansion, standing under the century-old elm tree, watching the black Mercedes-Benz G-Class disappear along the winding ranch road.

Only when the car disappeared completely on the horizon—and he knew it was still within the boundaries of his ranch—did Chen Nuo turn around.

At this moment, a group of cowboys had gathered behind him without him noticing.

They wore sun-baked leather vests and old jeans, their boots covered in hay and dust, some with pistols at their waists, their eyes fixed intently on him. Leading them was the old cowboy who had left an impression on him—Finn Little.

Chen Nuo quietly stared at the group of rugged, silent cowboys, their expressions filled with suspicion and probing.

Linghu quietly appeared beside him, wanting to step forward and block his way.

But he reached out and gently stopped him.

To reiterate, if this had happened six months ago, he might have had a 10% chance of backing down in front of this group of fierce-looking men, but now, there wouldn't even be a one in ten thousand chance.

Chen Nuo stood quietly in place, the sunlight shining obliquely on his face, the brim of his cowboy hat obscuring his eyes, revealing only his tightly pursed lips and jawline.

He scanned each person's face with his eyes, one by one.

Calm and indifferent.

He didn't speak or move, but his gaze was like that of Sean one day staring at the white thugs in front of him, ready to pull out a gun and blow their heads off one by one.

I don't know if that's the reason.
In short, in the very next moment...
"...Boss."

Finn Little, who was in the lead, said something in a low voice, then took off his hat and taped it lightly against his chest.

Then, the second, the third, the fourth... more than twenty cowboys, almost at the same time, took off their hats, put the brims in front of their chests, lowered their heads slightly, and said the same word in voices that were either high or low, hoarse or young.

"Boss."

At that moment, Chen Nuo raised his head and adjusted the brim of his cowboy hat as a response.

Then, in a calm tone, he said, "I love this place. From the first day I arrived, from the first moment I saw this ranch, I wanted to buy it. Now, it's mine. The Delo family has left and will never return. From now on, there will be only one owner here, and that is me."

He paused, then glanced at the faces of the cowboys in front of him again.

There were young people and old people, some handsome and some crude and ugly, but thankfully, at this moment, not one of them was tactless. Everyone stared at him intently without making a sound.

Chen Nuo slowly continued, "I can tell you that I have a daughter in China, and this piece of land is what I intend to leave to her."

"Therefore, I can promise you that as long as you work diligently, keep your promises, and do not cheat or slack off, then every one of you here today, and your descendants, will always have a job here, a place to live, and a life of your own dignity. I swear by my surname, I will not leave like the Dero family. My descendants will own this place, and as long as you do not betray us, we will never abandon you!"

After he finished speaking, the air seemed to freeze for a few seconds.

Sunlight shone on everyone's faces, illuminating pairs of silent eyes.

Then--

Someone shouted first, "Yeah—!"

The sound was like a spark that instantly ignited the entire silent pasture.

“Yeah—!!!”

"Boss!!!"

"Chen!!!"

More than twenty cowboys shouted at the same time,

They threw the hat into the air, and then the group of rough-looking, burly men pounced on Chen Nuo.

Linghu only managed to shout once before his two fists were no match for 40 hands, and he was pushed away somewhere unknown.

Then, amidst Gulnazar's terrified screams, Chen Nuo was suddenly lifted high by these people and then violently thrown into the sky.