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

Chapter 593 Willing to Fall into Hell

Chen Nuo was a little taken aback.

He had slept for almost the entire day, and as is often the case with sleep, the more you sleep, the more confused you become. In this state, when someone suddenly came up to him and said something like "Oh, Nega Ishima," he was indeed a little bewildered.

Just then, the door next to his opened, and Gulnazar, dressed in shorts and a short-sleeved shirt with a face mask on, came out. Turning around, she asked with some surprise, "Boss, what's going on... Oh, this, should I take care of it?"

Upon hearing the voice, Ayase Haruka straightened up, turned around, bowed again, and then said tremblingly in fluent Chinese, "I'm sorry, Ms. Nazha, I'm here to see Mr. Chen Nuo and ask him for help. I'm really sorry."

"What kind of help?" Gulnazar asked, her face pale and her eyes filled with suspicion.

"It's about filming..." Ayase Haruka only said half of it before looking embarrassed, and her originally bright eyes now looked particularly dejected.

Chen Nuo finally realized what was going on, but he had no time to deal with it.

Firstly, he didn't want to wash up and brush his teeth at this hour. Secondly, it was already dark, and he and his girlfriend were alone together; if word got out, what would become of his reputation? They were all supposed to be in the same production crew for several more months!
He immediately interrupted, saying, "We can talk about it tomorrow... Go to sleep early and wake me up at 6 a.m. tomorrow."

"Okay, boss."

Gulnazar gave a crisp reply.

Chen Nuo glanced at Ayase Haruka, who was standing there blankly, and said, "You too."

After saying that, without waiting for a response, she slammed the door shut.

For many men, treating a beautiful woman who comes to their door for help late at night in this way would be a very ungentlemanly thing to do.

But Chen Nuo really didn't have any similar idea in his mind.

After all, scumbags have always been at the forefront of gender equality.

For example, he once declared on the red carpet that women can do what men do.

If the man gets turned away, why can't the woman?
So once he got back to bed, he immediately put the matter out of his mind.

But after sleeping all day, I wasn't sleepy for a while, so I checked my phone.

It is evening in the United States, while it is 9 a.m. in Beijing.

He only replied to the message around noon, so there was nothing new.

Only Yang Mi sent him a message and a photo around 3 a.m. The message read, "Happiness of one," followed by a smiley face.

The photo shows a hand holding a wine glass, and a pair of long, white legs peeking out from under a bathrobe. The background is a luxuriously decorated balcony and a colorful river view, making it look like it's on the balcony of a house on the Huangpu River.

Huh?
Chen Nuo took a closer look, somewhat surprised.

This seems to be very similar to the view from his Tomson Riviera!

isn't it?
Could it be that his former roommate moved in and became his neighbor?

It's hard to say for sure. After all, although Tomson's property prices are high, Yang Mi's current wealth means he can afford to buy one. However, it might not be an easy task, considering it's only 2013.

He thought about it for a moment, then didn't reply.

I exited WeChat and prepared to go back to sleep.

Suddenly my phone beeped; a text message had arrived.

He had no choice but to reply to this text message, which was from the same propaganda leader from SH city he had met during his recent trip back to China.

The text message read: "I just received news from the film festival that this year's festival received 412 film submissions from 91 countries, a record high. This achievement is closely related to your strong stance against criticism at last year's festival, Mr. Chen. I have reiterated that this year, we must adhere to the principles of 'fairness, impartiality, and transparency,' and we must not allow the foundation you laid to be destroyed. I will report to you in person when you return to China."

After reading it, Chen Nuo replied, "You flatter me. I will return to Shanghai at the end of the year to learn from Minister Zhang. I wish the film festival a great success."

Then I tossed my phone aside and went back to sleep.

The next sleep wasn't as comfortable as the previous one, probably because I was really hungry. In my dream, I kept seeing Sister Mi's pair of white legs swinging back and forth until I was woken up by Gulnazar's knocking on the door at 6 o'clock.

After breakfast, I went to the film set with Gulnazar and started the routine of getting my makeup done.

Before filming each day, he has to spend about an hour doing this. Three makeup artists work on his head at the same time, from his hair to his face, and then to the scar that runs across his cheek, so he usually has to arrive on set two hours earlier than everyone else.

After he finished his makeup and got dressed, he had just sat down and was about to get into character when Quentin walked into the dressing room looking radiant, a sandwich dangling from his mouth.

"Hey, Chen, have you rested well?" Quentin asked with a smile while biting into a sandwich.

"Not bad," Chen Nuo replied simply.

He has never liked to talk much after putting on makeup, because this period is his preparation stage to get into character.

Quentin, clearly familiar with his habits, smiled, walked over, and patted him on the shoulder: "That's good. Today's going to be tough—we have to shoot twenty-three scenes, and we'll be busy until at least tonight. I hope you're ready. Oh, by the way, did Ayase come to see you last night?"

Chen Nuo looked at Quentin in the mirror with a puzzled expression.

Quentin's smile faded, and his tone became serious as he said, "We filmed all day yesterday, and her progress was slow, so I had to postpone her scenes. If she comes to you, I hope you can talk to her. After all, you know..."

After saying that, Quentin patted his shoulder and left.

The rest of the day's filming consisted mostly of manual labor.

That's how filming is – about 80% of the time is spent shooting one fragmented shot after another, such as mounting a horse, riding a horse, dismounting, drawing a gun, making eye contact, turning around, and turning around – these are mechanical and repetitive tasks. Only about 20% of the time is spent shooting long shots and key scenes that truly showcase the actors' acting skills.

The value of a good actor lies precisely in their ability to maintain the character's state without breaking character, even in fragmented shots.

However, the resulting mental and physical exhaustion was enormous. After finishing work and removing her makeup, it was already dark. Chen Nuo was forced by Gulnazar to eat a slice of pizza before returning to her hotel room.

I had just finished showering when there was another knock on my door.

"Dong dong dong."

Chen Nuo walked over in his bathrobe, opened the door, glanced inside, then turned around and headed towards the bathroom—he hadn't even applied his lotion yet. As he walked, he said in Japanese, "Come in, and close the door."

His movements were so natural, and his words so casual, that Ayase Haruka was completely taken aback.

This is quite different from the tense and awkward atmosphere of last night.

It wasn't until Chen Nuo said "Close the door" that Ayase Haruka snapped out of her daze.

This means they've agreed to let her in?

Although she knew the other person couldn't see her, Ayase Haruka had mustered up a lot of courage to come today after being turned away yesterday. Now she finally breathed a sigh of relief, put her hands on her thighs, bowed deeply, and said repeatedly, "Hi, hi! I'm sorry, Mr. Chen, I'm sorry to bother you."

Then, she walked in hesitantly, carefully closed the door, and stood in the doorway.

Listening to the sounds of water and clattering coming from the bathroom, I felt extremely uncomfortable and didn't know what to do with my hands and feet.

His eyes, however, couldn't help but wander around the entire room.

My first impression was that there was very little food.

She brought four suitcases, while this person had nothing but the open suitcase on the ground.

Just then, she caught a glimpse of several neatly folded pieces of clothing peeking out of the box, and her heart skipped a beat. She wasn't unfamiliar with them, but these were his personal belongings!
No, Yao, you can't be so rude!
She forced herself to look away.

Then she saw a photo frame on the bedside table with a picture inside.

The lighting was dim, and it wasn't very clear, but I could vaguely make out that it looked like a little girl.

She didn't have time to think much about it.
Suddenly, the bathroom door opened, and a man came out, drying his hair with a towel.

Looking at him before me—his hair still damp, broad shoulders, his bathrobe loosely tied, the V-neck revealing his collarbone and a hint of his chest, his expression calm yet exuding a lazy, languid air—

Ayase Haruka was stunned.

Although she debuted at the age of sixteen, she has mostly filmed idol dramas in Japan and is now known as the "Queen of Idol Dramas". She has worked with countless male actors.

But at this moment, she swore that none of the idol dramas she had acted in were more like an idol drama than the scene before her.

She quickly lowered her head slightly, looking down, not daring to look any longer.

Chen Nuo didn't notice the Japanese woman's inner thoughts. He was quite tired at the moment. He had almost finished drying his hair and was sitting casually on the bed. He wasn't in the mood for pleasantries and said directly, "I heard you didn't finish filming yesterday?"

Upon hearing this, Ayase Haruka's romantic notions vanished instantly, replaced by the shame she had felt over the past two days. "Hey, I... I didn't meet the director's expectations yesterday. I was probably just too stupid, failing to grasp his intentions. We filmed so many, so many takes, and I still..."

At this point, Haruka Ayase's nose tingled, and tears welled up in her eyes.

Chen Nuo pretended not to see it and continued to ask, "Tell me the specifics of what happened."

Ayase Haruka raised her hand to wipe away her tears and began to speak.

He finished speaking in no time.

Chen Nuo nodded knowingly.

He finally understood why Quentin wanted him to talk to Haruka Ayase.

The situation this woman encountered was actually quite simple—

In the drama, Hong Tianjiao suffered a series of tortures during her capture by the last batch of slave traders in the Southern State.

For example, being chained in a cage or whipped.

Quentin Tarantino wanted her to portray the emotions of a "daughter of a king" in extreme humiliation, a state of "shame and despair intertwined, on the verge of collapse yet still clinging to dignity," but Haruka Ayase's emotions never quite reached that point.

that's it.

On the surface, it seems like a very ordinary performance problem.

But in reality, it's not simple at all.

Just like teaching someone how to cry—it's easy to teach someone to cry when they're sad. But it's really not easy to make someone understand the difference between crying when they're sad and crying when they're emotionally broken.

Quentin probably genuinely thought that Ayase Haruka's quick memorization of lines and strong on-screen presence made him some kind of theoretical master of the method school, which is why he sent him to teach Ayase Haruka and, incidentally, cultivate their relationship.

But in fact?
He claimed to be an actor who relied entirely on his reactions. Asking him to teach others how to portray nuances? — He knew nothing.

Moreover, he had been to Japan so many times and had a certain understanding of the people there. Putting aside other things, their definition of shame is completely different from other Asian countries. For example, if a Chinese woman were to make adult videos, it would be tantamount to severing her ties with the world; her parents and relatives would probably be ashamed to face her. But Japanese women could consider it a legitimate profession.

So why can't Haruka Ayase portray what Quentin Tarantino wants?

That might be the crux of the problem.

What Quentin sees as humiliation and torture, people don't even realize or understand.

This is how to do?
He looked at Ayase Haruka thoughtfully and asked, "What do you want to do?"

Ayase Haruka immediately bowed at a ninety-degree angle. "Mr. Chen... please help me. Director Quentin said—if there is one person in this world who can teach me, it is you. Please... whatever it is, I... I am willing to do it."

Chen Nuo remained silent for a while.

He was weighing the options in his mind.

He was certain she wasn't a good teacher, but he couldn't just abandon the project—after all, he was hoping the film would be released smoothly by the end of the year. If this woman delayed the project, that would be unacceptable.

But if I were to lecture...

As a complete method actor, his greatest strength lies in experiencing a role firsthand. But when it comes to teaching that approach to others, the methods he can think of seem too extreme.

He raised his head, his gaze deep, and slowly asked:

"you sure?"

"Yes, I'm sure."

"No matter what? Even if it means plunging you into hell?"

The man's voice was deep and resonant, as if it came from the depths of hell.

Ayase Haruka trembled slightly. But then she remembered—this person in front of her had achieved things that were beyond her reach, yet in order to make this movie, he had ventured alone into the cold, deserted wilderness, risking his life, and walked for nearly half a year, just to experience the loneliness and despair of the character. In the end, even a scene of gathering firewood to start a fire was performed in a way that was truly admirable.

Thinking this through, her resolve gradually hardened. If even he could do that, what reason did she have to back down? Back then, she was a woman who wanted to compete with him!
Ayase Haruka took a deep breath, her eyes hardening, and her voice, though soft, carried a resolute tone: "Hey... even if it means falling into hell, Chen-kun, I'm willing."

……

……

Keiko Tajima arrived at the film set with a worried expression.

"Give way."

Just as she arrived at the filming location, before she even saw the person she was looking for, she heard a harsh voice coming from behind her.

Keiko Tajima was startled and quickly stepped aside to make way for her.

Then a bearded white man led two horses past her, glancing at her with a frown.

Keiko Tajima immediately bowed and said, "Dog Girl, thank you!"

The bearded man ignored her, but Keiko Tajima still took a few seconds before raising her waist.

As a result, she became even more cautious in the room full of white adults.

Standing far off at the edge, after a long while, she finally found the person she was looking for.

She walked over quickly and said softly, "Mr. Kataoka."

Tetsuro Kataoka, the director of Sony-Columbia's US distribution department, who was talking to someone next to him, turned around with some surprise and frowned at her.

"Mr. Kataoka, I'm sorry to interrupt you." After saying this, Keiko Tajima quickly bowed deeply to the woman next to Kataoka in English with a Japanese accent, "Ms. Passeril, hello, I'm sorry to interrupt your conversation."

The film's producer, Amy Pasriel, smiled and shook her head, saying, "It's alright, you guys chat. I'll go check over there first. Filming should start soon. Kataoka, after today, I think I should give Michael a call, what do you think?"

Tetsuro Kataoka laughed and said, "I think you really should say something. I'm sure Michael would be very happy."

Amy laughed and said, "I thought so too. Okay, see you later."

"see you later."

The woman walked away.

Kataoka Tetsuro's smile faded, and he looked up to ask, "What is it? Did you have to look for me in public like this?"

Keiko Tajima bowed deeply and said, "I'm sorry, but I really have an urgent matter to attend to. I'm so, so sorry."

Kataoka stared at her indifferently and said, "Alright, this is the last time. Now, what do you want from me?"

"That's right, Haruka-chan, she's been missing for three days!"

"What!" Kataoka's eyes widened in disbelief. "Say that again!?"

"Yao, Yao, I haven't seen her for three days! Her phone is switched off," Keiko Tajima stammered.

“￥#@@！#@！#！%￥#@~”

Immediately, a string of Japanese profanities poured out of Kataoka's mouth. Finally, the man glared at her fiercely and said, "Then what are you still doing here? Go find it! If you can't find it, call the police! Do I need to teach you? You idiot! If your actions delay the filming, do you know what the consequences will be!"

Keiko Tajima was so startled that she nodded and bowed repeatedly, saying, "Yes, yes, I know, Kataoka-kun, but, but..."

"But what! Speak up now!" Kataoka roared like a lion, his throat spewing out a series of menacing bubbling sounds.

"But Yao disappeared suddenly after she went to find Chen Jun."

Call ~
A gust of wind blew.

In this small corner, the previously anxious atmosphere instantly quieted down.

The man, who had been glaring with a fierce expression, seemed to calm down instantly. He frowned slightly and asked with some confusion, "Who are you talking about?"

Keiko Tajima whispered, "Chen Nuojun."

Kataoka blinked and said, "Chen Nuo-jun? Is he related to you? Why is Haruka going to see him?"

Keiko Tajima lowered her voice and said:

"After filming that day, Haruka was very dissatisfied with her performance, so she changed her mind and decided to ask Chen Nuojun for help... But unexpectedly, I haven't seen her since that day. She hasn't gone back to her room either. I'm a little worried, so I came to find Kataoka-kun. I was thinking... Kataoka-kun, could you please ask Chen-kun if Haruka... went anywhere?"

Tetsuro Kataoka shook his head, his tone decisive: "No."

Keiko Tajima paused, somewhat doubting whether she had misheard: "W-what?"

Kataoka Tetsuro remained calm and spoke without hesitation:

"Tajima, since this matter is related to Mr. Chen, you can just wait patiently."

"Huh?" Keiko Tajima panicked a little. "But Haruka-chan—"

"Alright, Tajima, don't make a fuss." Kataoka interrupted her, his expression carrying a hint of warning. "Since she went to Chen for help, she is likely receiving some kind of special guidance or training from him right now. If you rashly disturb her and disrupt that training, who can bear the consequences? So I advise you to go back first, and she will naturally appear after she finishes her training."

Keiko Tajima could hardly believe that Kataoka would say that.

Keep in mind, this was about an actress who mysteriously disappeared on set.

Moreover, it happened after she finished work at night and went to see a male actor.

Countless unthinkable possibilities flashed through her mind—the mildest of which was related to strange things like lust in a dark room.

If this gets back to Japan, it will immediately cause a huge uproar.

Moreover, Tetsuro Kataoka is a Sony Japan employee.

Sony is the largest shareholder of Horipro, the agency she works for.

In other words, Kataoka was the key figure behind Ayase Haruka's casting in this film. And now, this person is saying something like this?

—Are we just going to leave it like this?
"And I'm warning you, don't go looking for Mr. Chen. Understand?" Seeing that Keiko Tajima didn't speak, Kataoka's face turned cold, his eyes flashing with a fierce light, and he said, "Answer me, do you hear me!"

"Hi, I, I heard you!" Keiko Tajima replied immediately, "But, but, Haruka-chan, she..."

Kataoka said roughly, “Don’t worry, she’ll be fine. What can Chen Jun do to her? Think about it carefully! If he wants to play around with women, with Chen Jun’s status and position, what kind of woman in the world can’t he play with? Ayase is nothing special, do you understand? It’s very simple now, Ayase should just be undergoing special training, just believe that.”

"Oh, oh," Keiko Tajima replied, biting her lip.

Seeing this, Tetsuro Kataoka softened his tone and said, "The filming these past few days has exceeded all our expectations; the progress has been extremely fast. Do you know what this means for Sony? It could potentially save us tens of millions of dollars in production costs. Therefore, neither I, Amy, nor President Michael Linton, nor even the Japanese headquarters, will allow anyone to disrupt the current situation. Nor will we allow any trivial matters to interfere with the person who has made things so smooth. Tajima. As long as Ayase is alive, everything must yield on this matter. If you dare to sabotage everything..."

Kataoka didn't continue.

“I…” Keiko Tajima took a deep breath and nodded, “Yes, I understand.”

Kataoka smiled and said, "That's good. So go back and wait patiently. It shouldn't be long before Haruka returns, and you'll see that your worries were unnecessary. Alright, I'm going to go check on things now. Do you want to come with me?"

Keiko Tajima hesitated for a moment, then bowed and said, "Thank you so much, Mr. Kataoka."

"Don't say anything carelessly after you get there."

"Hi, I know."

……

……

boom!boom!
In the wilderness, when two people meet on a narrow path, the rule is to strike first if there's a disagreement.

When it comes to decisiveness, how can some smuggling slave traders compare to those who have fought their way out of mountains of corpses and seas of blood?

After two gunshots, the head of the white slave trader closest to Chen Nuo exploded, while another had his horse's leg broken and was pinned down by his horse, unable to get up.

Then Chen Nuo pointed his gun at one of the several naked black men, who were only covered by a tattered cloth from their lower bodies, and asked, "Do you know the Spike Brothers?"

The black man was also terrified by the sudden killing and stammered, "Yes, yes."

"Tell me, what do they look like?"

"them……"

"Is he right?" Chen Nuo asked, turning his head after the black man finished speaking.

Quvenzani said, "What he said was very similar to two people I met at that time."

Chen Nuo turned around and said, "Tell me where the Spike brothers are now, and then you can leave."

“They opened a labor market in Horseshoe Town next to Baruton, which was nominally for laborers but actually for the slave trade. We were going to be taken there.”

Chen Nuo gritted his teeth, clearly suppressing his emotions. After a few seconds, he turned and asked, "Do you know that place?"

Quvenzani shook her head and said, "I don't know, but we can ask for directions. I know them too."

Chen Nuo nodded and said calmly to the group of black men, "Alright, you're free now. This man on the ground is yours too. You can go find the nearby sheriff and tell them there's an illegal slave trader here, and have him jailed for a few months... You can also dispose of him yourselves. It's up to you."

"Sakura, let's go, take me to Horseshoe Town."

"Okay, Father."

The two people, one big and one small, rode away on horseback. Behind them, the black slaves exchanged glances and then slowly surrounded the slave trader struggling on the ground. Some took the chains they had been holding, while others picked up the guns on the ground.

Finally, amidst the slave trader's terrified screams, several slaves together smashed down with whatever they were holding!

"Cut! This one's passed!"

“Great job! That’s enough for today, let’s wrap this up!” Quentin shouted from the camera.

"Oh~"

Suddenly the crowd burst into cheers.

Chen Nuo dismounted from his horse and breathed a slight sigh of relief.

This scene took three days to film, and it's now finished. Tomorrow, new scenes will begin. This pace is definitely a bit fast.

“Chen, are you free tonight?” Quvenzani asked. “My mother would like to invite you to dinner to thank you for taking care of me.”

Chen Nuo shook his head and said, "I have something to do. Also, tell your mother that we are friends."

"Haha, yes, we're friends. Bye-bye, Chen, see you tomorrow."

"See you tomorrow."

After Quwenzani left, Chen Nuo, as usual, went into the dressing room to remove her makeup. By the time she finished, it was past 7 p.m., and by the time she got downstairs to the hotel, it was almost 8 p.m.

"Boss, would you like to eat together?" Gulnazar looked at him expectantly.

Chen Nuo shook his head and said, "Let's do it another day."

"Oh." Gulnazar pouted in disappointment.

Chen Nuo took a pizza box from her hand, then opened the door and went into the room.

After going inside, he put the pizza box on the table, went into the bathroom, and started washing up.

Another 30 minutes passed after the cleaning was finished.

Chen Nuo then sat down at the table, turned on the TV, unwrapped the pizza, and took a slice to eat.

After finishing the damn American flatbread in a few bites, Chen Nuo seemed to remember something, picked up a slice of pizza, walked to the wardrobe behind him, and opened the innermost wardrobe door.

He first removed the contents from the mouth of the woman inside, whose hands were tied behind her back and who was only wearing underwear, and then stuffed the pizza he was holding into her mouth.

Ps:

Asking for a monthly ticket!
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