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

Chapter 586 The Promised Chinese Laborers? The Real Script!
That night, Chen Nuo did not stay alone in the old house, but instead stayed at a hotel in town with Alison and Gulnazar.

Although Livingston has a permanent population of just over 10,000, its prime location near the north entrance to Yellowstone National Park means that hundreds of thousands of tourists enter Yellowstone from here every year, so the town is not lacking in hotels, bars and other facilities.

It is said that half of the people in this town rely on the surrounding ranches for a living, while the other half rely on tourism.

However, it was only May, and there was still some time before the peak tourist season started in June, so the occupancy rate of the hotels in town was not high. The hotel where Chen Nuo and his group stayed was considered the best in town, but there were still not many guests.

Chen Nuo went to bed early, around 8 o'clock, but not long after falling asleep, there was a sudden knocking sound at the door.

He opened his eyes instantly and sat up abruptly.

This is another consequence of his more than five-month wilderness hiking trip, besides the need to go to bed early.

Several seconds passed before Chen Nuo realized where he was, and his tense body gradually relaxed.

He changed into his bathrobe, got out of bed, walked to the door, peeked through the peephole, then opened the door and asked Allison, who was standing there, "What's wrong?"

Allison's expression wasn't good. She said, "There's a reporter..."

Ten minutes later,
Chen Nuo changed his clothes and went to a private residence opposite the hotel where he was staying.

The owners of the house, an elderly couple in their sixties, were very welcoming when they saw him coming.

It wasn't because he was a celebrity, but because the couple's son was a cowboy on his ranch. His words that afternoon had clearly reached the ears of this simple, country couple.

The American people's enthusiasm for a secure job is no less than that of their eastern neighbor across the Pacific Ocean. An elderly man with white hair held his hand tightly and kept saying thank you.

Chen Nuo responded with a smile, and after a few pleasantries, he, Alison, and Linghu, led by Finn Little and the host's son, a young cowboy named Joseph, to the garage door outside the house.

Joseph scratched his head, looking a little nervous, and said:
“My mother found out when she brought her dinner. She went in and saw the woman with a camera taking pictures of your hotel. She felt something was wrong—because you were the only ones staying at the Moore Hotel right now—so she called me. I contacted Finn, and we came over together. But before we could even say two words, the woman suddenly became agitated and started yelling. So… we managed to ‘control’ her a little.”

Chen Nuo stood on tiptoe and looked through the small window next to the garage.

Inside, a red-haired woman was blindfolded, gagged, and her hands and feet were tightly bound. She was curled up on the ground, motionless.

—The control is truly thorough.

Chen Nuo frowned and asked, "Is he alright?"

Finn Little immediately replied, “No, boss, we just told her to be quiet. This is her camera.”

After saying that, the old man handed over a DSLR camera.

Chen Nuo looked at it; it was full of his photos, not just in Livingston, but also in different towns along the way. There were photos of him with Dora, photos of him talking to Vivian, and even a few where you could see his and Dora doing *that* through the curtains.

He handed the camera to Linghu.

Linghu looked down for a few seconds, then looked up and nodded slightly at him.

It seems that's right, it was the paparazzi who had been following them all along.

I never expected it to be a woman, and I don't know if she was blinded by greed, but she actually followed him all the way to Livingston. I don't know if she was ignorant and fearless or just incredibly audacious.

What's most baffling is that, just to film him, they actually stayed at the homestay owned by the parents of one of his cowboys.

That's really unlucky.

He turned to Alison and asked, "What do we do now?"

Allison tilted her head slightly, gesturing for him to go aside and talk.

This subtle movement caught the attention of the cowboys, and their expressions immediately changed.
Chen Nuo shook his head and said, "Let's talk about it here."

Allison hesitated for a moment, then sighed and said, “Okay… I’ll get straight to the point. This is already a problem. In the United States, unlawful detention is a criminal offense. Regardless of the reason, even if the other party is a paparazzi, it constitutes a restriction of personal freedom under the law. The sentence for this type of charge is usually between one and ten years, depending on the circumstances. If violence or threats are also found, the sentence will be even longer.”

With each word spoken, Finn and Joseph's expressions changed.

Allison, seemingly oblivious, looked straight at Chen Nuo and added, "The best thing to do now is to untie her and talk to her to see if she's willing to not call the police. If she insists on calling the police, then we'll have to go through legal procedures. But in any case, this has nothing to do with you. You weren't an insider, nor were you the one who ordered them to do it. So you don't need to take any responsibility. You just need to leave here as soon as possible, because once she sees your face, things will get complicated."

After Alison finished speaking, Chen Nuo remained silent for a moment.

The night wind whistled in from the alley entrance, causing the wind chimes under the eaves to chime softly.

Montana nights are always like this. During the day, the sun is so intense it feels like it's going to melt you, but at night, the wind is so cool it feels like it's blowing directly down from a snow-capped mountain.

Finn Little suddenly spoke up: “Boss, she’s right. This is none of your business. Joseph and I will handle it. If she wants to call the police and put us in jail, then we will.”

Joseph stood to the side, pale-faced, and remained silent.

Chen Nuo looked at the old man's serious expression, smiled slightly, and said, "Finn, would you like to hear my advice? My suggestion is that you two go inside and rest for a while, and let me talk to this paparazzi. I know them; I deal with paparazzi the most in Hollywood. Don't worry, it's just a matter of money. No matter how much they ask for, I can afford it. I won't let this get you involved."

That's why the people of Montana are so kind and honest.

As soon as Chen Nuo finished speaking, Joseph's face turned from deathly pale to bright red. The American young man in his twenties said with trembling lips, "Boss, you don't need to do this. We caused this mess, and we can take responsibility for it ourselves."

Chen Nuo said, "This is how we Chinese do things. We have a Chinese saying, 'The stones from other mountains can be used to polish jade.' You two got involved in this because of me, so no matter what, I'll take the blame. Okay, that's enough. Go. I'm the boss, listen to me."

After Chen Nuo displayed his boss-like authority, the two cowboys went into the house, glancing back every few steps.

Allison said with admiration, "It looks like this will be known throughout the whole town by tomorrow. At that time, boss, your prestige here will be truly unmatched. I believe that even if that old man Delo comes back, no one will pay any attention to him."

Chen Nuo wasn't particularly happy.

Honestly, he wouldn't want to play these games of winning people over unless absolutely necessary.

In his view, using cunning to deal with these cowboys who had never left Montana in their entire lives was somewhat like bullying children.

But there was no other way—in a place where everyone has a gun, he truly felt insecure unless he raised his subordinates' loyalty to over 120.

Since this has happened, let's go with the flow and use their strength against them.

Now, the only remaining problem is the woman in the house.

However, this is not a problem.

While Alison's claims of "unlawful detention" and "felony charges" were all correct, she didn't cover everything.

In Hollywood, there exists a gray unspoken rule between paparazzi and celebrities that is known only to those in the industry: paparazzi rely on celebrities for their livelihood, while celebrities cannot do without the buzz generated by paparazzi. In a sense, the two sides are actually in a cooperative relationship.

If they actually capture some real evidence, it's common for celebrities to pay to settle things and for paparazzi to get paid to delete the photos.

If a celebrity occasionally loses control of their emotions and smashes a car, steals a camera, or even assaults someone, in many cases, as long as enough money is paid, everyone will pretend that nothing happened.

Because if things really escalate to the point of going to court, even if the paparazzi wins the case, no celebrity will want to work with him anymore, which would be like ruining his own livelihood.

So Chen Nuo wasn't too worried and said, "Go ahead and ask her what she wants. You can agree to anything under $100,000."

Allison nodded. "OK."

Allison didn't stay inside for long, only about twenty minutes, before she came out with a strange, ambiguous smile on her face.

"What's wrong?" Chen Nuo asked.

Allison said, "She wants to see you."

……

……

Why do you want to see me?

"Of course I missed you, my dear Chen. Look at you now, wow, my God, it seems I made the right choice coming here. You are exactly like the Sean I had in mind. I really should come and comfort you."

Chen Nuo didn't believe him at all: "Tell the truth."

"Uh, wait a minute, let me introduce you to someone first."

After saying that, Quentin Tarantino waved behind him.

Then, a Black girl, who looked to be about 10 years old, jumped out of the back seat of the Cadillac, politely curtsied to him in a 19th-century manner, and said, "Hello."

Chen Nuo smiled and said, "Hello."

"It's beautiful here. I'm sorry to disturb your rest," the little girl said meticulously, appearing very mature, like a little adult.

"No disturbance, you are welcome to visit..." Chen Nuo replied with a smile, while looking at Quentin with a questioning gaze, wondering why this person, who had traveled all the way from Los Angeles to Montana to see him, would bring a little black girl with him.

Is this related to the movie?

That's all he could think.

But he didn't see any Black girl characters in the script at all.

“Let me introduce her,” Quentin said with a smile. “This is Quvenzane Wallis…”

Chen Nuo felt the name sounded familiar, and Quentin continued, "...She is 9 years old this year and is the youngest Best Actress nominee in history."

Chen Nuo finally realized what was going on.

Isn't this the young black actress who became a sensation across America because of "Beasts of the Southern Wild"? Back in February, he even heard Seth, the host of this year's Oscars, making fun of her on the radio.

Now he was even more certain that it was related to the movie that was scheduled to start filming in two weeks. At this moment, they were standing in front of the three-story Victorian wooden house built in the 1880s.

The house has now undergone a week of intensive renovations.

Although it wasn't a large-scale renovation, just a typical move-in refurbishment, the exterior facade remained unchanged, the antique furniture was kept in its original place, only some furniture was replaced, the old fireplace was repaired and a new flue was installed, the handrails in the corridor were repainted, and all the wiring, heating and kitchen systems in the house were upgraded to modern equipment.

But it was precisely because he personally supervised the work, and the cowboys on the ranch gave up their holidays and came to help in their spare time, that everything was completed within a week, and today, there is a place where guests can stay and be received.

However, Chen Nuo soon lost interest in showing off his house.

He took the thick red book Quentin handed him, and after flipping through just two pages, his brows furrowed. He looked up incredulously and asked, "What's this? What movie script is this?"

Quentin coughed lightly and said, "Of course it's this movie, Chen, you should be able to tell, right?"

"...Wait a minute, let me think," Chen Nuo covered his forehead with his hand, suppressing his anger, and said, "Then what was that book you gave me before?"

Quentin chuckled and said, "That was the previous script."

"What do you mean by 'the previous script'? Don't give me that crap. What do you mean? Do you even know that I've practically memorized every single line of it lately?!"

Quentin accepted the coffee from Gulnazar, politely said "thank you," took a sip, leaned back, and sank into the Italian Saddle Pier Chesterfield armchair he'd bought for $1.2. He groaned comfortably and said, "No wonder you don't want to go back to Los Angeles. This is truly a great place. Not just the scenery, but this house is absolutely fantastic."

Chen Nuo suppressed his anger and said, "We can talk about that later. Tell me about the script first. What exactly happened? Weren't you a fisherman? Weren't you a pig? Weren't you here to work as a laborer? Weren't you building the railway? I've been gone for five months, and what the hell is written in this thing you gave me?!"

Quentin coughed and said, “Chen, you’ve misunderstood. You’ve only read the first two pages. I assure you, although the new script is somewhat different from the previous one, all your hard work these past few months has absolutely paid off. On the contrary, everything you’ve done is incredibly fitting for the character. He really was a fisherman before, and he was indeed a railroad worker in America; it’s just that he had other professions as well…”

Chen Nuo looked at him without saying a word.

Quentin glanced at him, then smiled somewhat guiltily and said, "It's not my fault. This movie has been in development for far too long, a full two years. And there are just too many paparazzi and reporters following our movie. I was worried about leaks along the way, so... not just you, I gave everyone the same thing."

Chen Nuo said, "Is this your reason for making up a fake script to fool me?"

Quentin said in a serious tone, "It's not a fake script, it's an old script that I wrote before I went to China. It's 100% real, it's just that we're not filming it now."

Chen Nuo wanted nothing more than to kick him.

Quentin laughed, “You know, back then I called it ‘The Saved Chinese Laborers,’ but I hadn’t been to China then. After living in China for almost a year, I studied Chinese history during the American Civil War, and I immediately changed my mind. I discovered that around the same time as the Civil War, a war of a similar nature was taking place in China. It was so interesting that I had to change my original idea and try to connect the two. By the way, didn’t you notice when you were reading the script that it was almost identical to the script we discussed earlier? How is that possible? If that’s the case, then I’ve wasted a year of my life. Hehe.”

"Heh heh? I fucking fuck you...sorry." After cursing, Chen Nuo realized that Quvenzani Wallis was there, so he apologized to the little girl and her mother.

"It's alright, Chen."

Quvenzane Wallis's mother, probably in her thirties and looking a bit reserved, hadn't taken a sip of her coffee. Then, she grinned, revealing a set of white teeth, and blurted out, "Quvenzane is thrilled to work with you. She's always been a big fan of yours. For this project, we didn't hesitate to turn down the offer for '30 Years a Slave'... of course, that's only natural. Well, what I'm trying to say is that Quvenzane is a talented girl; she'll definitely do a great job."

Chen Nuo forced a smile and said, "Madam, I believe in Quvenzani's acting skills, and I look forward to working with her, but... this person!"

He turned his head and glared fiercely at Quentin Tarantino.

This bastard, even he's pulling this fake script thing!?

Well, that's it. He thought he had memorized the script perfectly and that he would go and wipe out Leon Lai as soon as filming started.

It turns out he had been watching a fake all along!

fake!

Everything has to start all over again.

"Sorry, Chen, I'll say it again, sorry~ but I really have no other choice, this is the only way." Quentin chuckled. "Okay, now let me formally introduce myself—"

This is Quvenzane Wallis, 9 years old, who will play your daughter, Sakura, in the film.

……

……

My father is Chinese.

At the age of nineteen, he participated in a riot that shocked the entire country.

He followed a man who claimed to be the 'Son of God'.

On that land in the East, they attempted to establish a heavenly kingdom for humankind.

But in 1864, the 'Son of God' he believed in was betrayed, the uprising was crushed, and the blood of millions stained the land of the Yangtze River basin. My father was also forced to leave his hometown.

To evade capture by the Qing Dynasty, he took the daughter of the Son of God and boarded a ship bound for the East.

The ship's destination was a place whose name he had never heard of before—

California.

……

He adopted me when I was ten years old.

I know this sounds utterly absurd.

A Chinese man adopted a little Black girl from Louisiana, USA.

In those days, this was probably the most unlikely thing to happen in the world.

But fate just loves to play these kinds of jokes.

That was in 1866, the year after the end of the Civil War.

Lincoln died in the theater the following spring.
The third year after the Abolition Act took effect.

People talk about freedom, but they still hold ropes and torches in their hands.

That night, the KKK surrounded our village.

I witnessed my biological father being hanged at the entrance of the barn, and my mother lying in front of the burning house.

I was the only one who escaped.

As I ran barefoot into the woods, behind me were the loud laughter of the thugs and the howling of the hunting dogs.

Just when I thought it was all over—

My father appeared.

He emerged from the darkness, his clothes covered in dust, holding a knife and a pistol in his hands.

He did not speak.
I simply charged swiftly like a wild beast at the white men who were following me.

In less than a minute, all the people chasing me were lying on the ground—even the dogs didn't escape.

Then, he pointed the dark muzzle of his gun at me.

He said something—

I couldn't understand a single word back then.

I later learned that at that very moment, I almost died from that gunshot.

But in that very moment, God gave me a revelation.

A syllable he uttered flashed through my mind.
For some reason, I subconsciously shouted it out—

flood!
I shouted that.

He was stunned.

He stared at me for a long time.

Then he walked up, squatted down, and said something in a language I couldn't understand.
Then he took off his coat and draped it over my shoulders.

That was the first time I smelled iron and blood mixed together—

It was also the taste I remember most clearly over the years.

That night, I became his adopted daughter.

Or to be more precise

I became the daughter of an Eastern saint.

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