Chapter 108: Monster!

What could Chen Nuo say at this time?

He felt that no language could satisfy this bunch of people who looked down on others while he kept his spine straight.

Unless one day, he could truly start from strength and status... right?

So, Chen Nuo didn't answer the question at all. He stood up and said, "Gentlemen, in order not to waste your time, can you give me an hour of makeup time, and give me a few makeup artists? Actually, no matter what I say, it's not as good as me acting once, right?"

Charles Roven and Michael Uslan looked at each other. Chen Nuo's way of avoiding the question was, in their view, a kind of evasion, a performance of lack of confidence.

Saying you'll act once—can you act out a flower and make all these professionals in the room look at you with admiration?

You might as well say you know kung fu and want to play a kung fu Joker for everyone; that would at least make people a little interested.

Christopher Nolan also exchanged glances with his wife and looked at his brother Jonathan again.

Then he turned to Michael Uslan and said, "Michael, arrange it for Chen; let's see what kind of brilliant performance he will bring us."

Warner Bros. Vice President Mr. Michael Uslan smiled and said, "Christopher, you are wasting time. However... alright, anyway, we are all already sitting here."

After speaking, he instructed the red-haired woman sitting in the back row, "Maggie, call a few makeup artists from the company. No matter what he wants to do, cooperate with him, and give him a single makeup room. Let's see what kind of amazing performance our Chinese boy will present to us later. Alright, everyone, let's take a break too, and come back here in an hour."

Having just sat down, they were going to disband. This made many staff members present find it ridiculous. Some went out, but a portion didn't leave their seats, instead discussing Chen Nuo's performance just now together.

"That Chinese boy must have panicked; I bet he must be calling for his mom in his heart."

"Haha, Richard, you are really too mean. This actually can't blame him at all. Anyone in the same position as him would be at a loss."

"Indeed. However, I don't know what Christopher is thinking. That's the Joker; how could he find a Chinese person to audition? And how old is he? He looks like my nephew who is just in middle school."

"No, no, no, don't you know? He won Best Actor at the Berlin Film Festival, just at this time last year."

"Berlin Film Festival? Please, Thomas, do you really think the Best Actor of these art films has any meaning? Besides Cannes being slightly better, what Berlin, Venice, Rotterdam... are nothing more than boring tricks put together by those people who can't enter Hollywood."

"Richard, you are really an arrogant jerk. However, I agree with your statement; the glory of Berlin Best Actor can't help him at all in Hollywood."

"Actually, it might get him a stepping stone, just like now, dozens of us have put down our work to accompany him to play games. OMG, end it quickly; I have to audition actors in the afternoon."

Besides the private whispers of those staff members, Emma Thomas was also asking her husband, "Chris, do you think that Chinese boy can give you a Heath Ledger-like performance?"

Christopher Nolan shrugged, "Of course not. However, Jonathan thinks he has potential. But I don't have much expectation for this. I just think he can be given an audition opportunity. In any case, the Joker role must be decided today. If it can only be Heath Ledger playing the Joker, I hope this choice is decided by everyone together."

Emma Thomas understood.

So she was called over by her husband because of this? To push a part of his responsibility onto her? Emma Thomas smiled lightly and whispered, "Then you called me over because of this? To push a part of your responsibility onto me?"

Christopher Nolan smiled and explained, "No, of course not; I called you because I miss you."

When chatting with the person you love, time always passes very quickly.

Christopher Nolan was talking to Emma Thomas in a low voice, and time unknowingly reached 10:00 AM, which was one hour and ten minutes after Chen Nuo left.

Those who had left before had all returned to their seats. Michael Uslan had looked at his watch three times and asked Nolan beside him, "Christopher, it's been over an hour; should we go and urge him?"

Christopher Nolan turned his head, thought for a while, and said, "Give him ten more minutes."

They didn't wait ten minutes. The people in the conference room suddenly heard a commotion coming from the office area outside.

From small to large, from far to near, there were screams, whistles, and applause, spreading toward them, until the entire floor they were on seemed to be stirred up. I don't know how many people were screaming, shouting OMG, and calling Jesus.

People in the office looked at each other. Michael Uslan couldn't hold it anymore and was about to call his subordinates to see what was going on. This was Warner, not a Walmart on Black Friday; who allowed them to shout like this?

Immediately, the commotion outside the door reached its peak, because the source of the plague seemed to have arrived at the conference room door.

Afterward, the door was pushed open, and one could see a pile of people in the office area looking over here, each person's eyes were so interested, as if a Godzilla was standing at the door.

A red-haired girl in her 20s appeared; it was the assistant named Maggie who had just taken Chen Nuo to makeup. Her face was flushed, and her tone was a bit excited: "Ladies and gentlemen, are you ready? Joker, your arrival."

After speaking, she stood aside with her hands down, and a monster wearing a peach-pink suit walked in.

His hair was green, his face was covered in dried white mud, not revealing a bit of real skin. There were several deep coffee-colored gullies on his forehead, as if they were wrinkles, making people feel he was about 30 or 40 years old.

His eyes were two black whirlpools, and a pair of pitch-black eyes were staring at everyone with a sneer, carrying a thick malicious meaning. However, the most terrifying thing was his mouth, painted with bright, mottled bright red lipstick, extending the corners of his mouth upward to his ears, forming a kind of extremely evil, magnified smile.

The loose red suit was on him, as if he were wearing an ill-fitting suit for a puppet. The way he walked seemed to be on tiptoe, making people feel his whole body was dancing, carrying a mechanical and chaotic rhythm.

The voice he spoke in was a nightmare-like tone that seemed to come from hell. He shrieked, "Are you ready? Let's play a game together."

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