Chapter 220: A Fairy Who Brings Disaster to the Country and People

The next day, Chen Nuo slept until it was dark, not knowing morning from night, and was finally woken up by the feeling of being hungry.

The bedroom was very dark because the thick curtains had been drawn, and a bowl of steaming lean meat porridge was placed on the bedside table, the aroma pouring straight into his nose.

This should be the culprit who woke him up.

Janice Man didn't know how long she had been up. She was wearing pajamas, with her back to him, focused on watching something on the computer in the corner of the bedroom.

Seeing her clicking the mouse here and there, Chen Nuo originally wanted to go and scare her on tiptoe, but life is not a TV series; he just got up, and the person turned her head.

Janice Man's clean and fair pretty face was full of smiles, and she seemed to be in a very good mood, unlike before going to bed when she was unhappy and didn't speak; now she was very spirited when speaking: "Darling, you're awake? I made you porridge, drink some quickly."

Chen Nuo stretched on the bed and said weakly: "What time did you get up?"

Janice Man blinked, "I just got up."

Heh, a little liar who blinks when lying, showing off in front of me. Hong Kong people boiling porridge, will they drink it without three hours?

Chen Nuo looked at his watch, it was past 10 o'clock.

He had only slept for less than 6 hours,

And this girl probably got up at seven or eight to cook breakfast for him. She probably slept for at most two or three hours last night.

Chen Nuo didn't say anything either.

Because once two people have been together for a long time, they really can't say those cringey words, especially with his personality.

Although he doesn't say it, he will do it.

Unlike some men who don't say it and don't do it, then they can only wait to die.

Chen Nuo got out of bed, took the bowl of love porridge on the bedside table, didn't brush his teeth or wash his face, and drank two mouthfuls directly,

Then he held the bowl, drinking while walking barefoot toward Janice Man, and asked: "The porridge is good, boiled perfectly. I say, who are you chatting with early in the morning? I just saw you chatting very happily. Hurry up and let me check, is there some pretty boy seducing my wife."

When Janice Man heard this, she laughed so brightly, and without a second word, she stood up, rushed to Chen Nuo, hugged his neck, and kissed him hard on the face.

"There's no pretty boy, I'm reading film reviews! Darling, I love you the most in the whole world. You're not unaware."

Chen Nuo naturally knew there was no pretty boy, because he himself was a pretty boy. Even if there was a competition for the whitest pretty boy in all of China, he would probably be elected with high votes.

He also kissed Janice Man and asked with some concern: "What do the reviews say? How many points is Douban now?"

Janice Man giggled, "Guess?"

The answer was 9.1 points.

Not only did the score go over 9, but currently 95% of the film reviews were generally good, all 4-5 stars, and even Janice Man herself was praised in them, no wonder she was so happy.

"Come, Darling, I'll read them to you while you drink your porridge."

Janice Man smiled and started using the lines tone she learned at school: "Janice Man falling in love with Chen Nuo is a step that changed her life's destiny. And this woman resolutely gave up her career in Hong Kong and returned to the Beijing Film Academy to study acting with Chen Nuo's help is a step that changed her career."

"The short few minutes of performance in *The Message* made me forget the paralyzed woman in *Triangle*."

"The coolness and swiftness of the female assassin were all performed by her with her own flavor, and she also left an impression on the audience. For her who was in the tender model circle more than a year ago, this can be counted as a high-scoring answer sheet."

"Looking at the other female character in the play, Liu..."

Chen Nuo was sitting on the edge of the bed drinking porridge while listening to Janice Man reading the film reviews, listening with great interest,

Didn't expect this girl to stop suddenly, and even said as if nothing happened: "This one is like this, I'll read the next one to you."

"Don't, continue. Liu what, what is written below?"

But Janice Man wouldn't read it no matter what, found another one on Douban, and said: "This one has the most likes, but I'm not in it. I'll read it to you."

There was indeed a reason for the high likes; an article of several thousand words, written with a wonderful pen, flowers and brocade, praised all the main characters in *The Message*;

Said Jiang Wen's Wang Tianxiang was "the biggest breakthrough since he started acting, estimated to be the absolute swan song of history, the *Li Sao* without rhyme. There will be no next villain Jiang."

Said Fan Fan Binbing's Li Ningyu was "a demon who brings disaster to the country and people, yet she doesn't hesitate to sacrifice herself for her ideals. The moment the mystery of being a 'ghost' is revealed, it can't help but make people feel heartbroken and shed tears."

Then praised Duan Yihong's Bai Xiaonian as "the green-clothed one is divine, lifelike," praised Yu Hewei as "like a natural performance."

Also praised Huang Bo as "after the black skin in *Crazy Stone*, another impressive role, the electric torture scene is unbearable to look at. Fully demonstrating the potential for the future," "witnessing the rise of a highly malleable acting-school actor in the mainland."

However, after listening for a while, Chen Nuo felt that two people were missing.

One was him, and one was the one surnamed Liu.

He finished his porridge, snatched the mouse and looked, only to find that Janice Man naturally had a reason for not reading it.

It turned out they weren't good words.

"Chen Nuo playing this Japanese officer is trampling on his talent and achievements."

"With the effort of competing on the same stage with Liu Yifei in *The Message*,

Go ask about the script of Nolan's new film, go chat with Hirokazu Kore-eda, go have a cup of tea with Lee Chang-dong, go build a relationship with Spielberg, the Coen brothers, wouldn't that be better? Isn't he quite good at speaking?"

"Could it be that Chen Nuo's next goal shouldn't be the Oscar for Best Actor?"

"At the very least, it should be to kill his way back to Cannes, first take back the Best Actor award that originally belonged to him,"

"Thereby opening the path to the Best Actor of the Grand Slam of the three major European awards plus the Oscars, which has never been seen before!!!"

"Having crossed that high wall of the yellow race at the Oscars, continuing to move forward is almost his historical mission that he carries on his shoulders, isn't it?"

"No matter what the result is, even if he is exhausted and falls on the road, there will definitely be thousands of people to carry his coffin."

"If this person continues to play supporting roles in movies like *The Message*, staying in his comfort zone without thinking of progress, even if the movie sells 1 billion, I have to loudly ask him a question:"

"Chen Nuo, have you forgotten?"

"The vow you made in front of the national audience on CCTV,"

"The boy who promised to bring the first Oscar Best Actor award to Chinese cinema,"

"Has he already been killed by you?"

Chen Nuo looked at the last sentence, was stunned for a while, and asked: "If I remember correctly, I should have won the Oscar half a year after *The Message* wrapped up, right?"

Janice Man laughed to death, "Right."

Chen Nuo sneered twice, silently remembered this Douban ID that was randomly blacking him, and continued to look at the comments about Liu Yifei in this high-praise long review.

Actually, it wasn't too bad, even gentler than he imagined, but a lot was written.

"Liu Yifei playing the eldest daughter of the Gu family cries for the death of Li Ningyu in the play, but still can't move me. Because her emotions are not coherent, it feels like she is crying for the sake of crying."

"She didn't perceive the pain in this most heavy subject matter, which is actually a very terrible thing."

"Her past acting experience should be responsible for a large part of this."

"From childhood, she has appeared in various TV series, whether it is the director or her agent, the path they pointed out to her is an extremely irresponsible way of character shaping."

"When her intellect was not yet mature, she was built into a simple symbol by 'strong' people."

"So much so that in her future acting direction, she formed such a simple train of thought: I smile beautifully, I cry beautifully, I look as natural as possible, I am a good actor."

"Think about her performance in *Demi-Gods and Semi-Devils*, in *The Return of the Condor Heroes*, in *Chinese Paladin*; clear eyes and pure looks are her only weapons."

"She must have never thought about whether such a way of handling characters was appropriate at that time. Because the director's light was too strong, and her age was too young, she only needed to follow the crowd and be a 'symbol'."

"So much so that now, no matter what role she plays, it looks heartless to people."

"Chen Nuo should want to pull her, otherwise he wouldn't have signed her and let her play such an important role in the star-studded *The Message*."

"However, one point Chen Nuo didn't see through is,"

"Liu Yifei never lacks the opportunity to play the female lead."

"What she lacks is an opportunity to open up."

"What she lacks is playing a role that makes her feel vitality. Just like the heaviness of *The Mute* gave Chen Nuo's acting career a good start."

"From then on, no matter what work Chen Nuo performs, he has his own attitude."

"He knows how to think, how to create, how to polish."

"So I think the current him has become a work of art polished by time."

"Think about it,"

"The four months he lost in his life earned him an Oscar!"

"No matter how exclusive Hollywood is, there is not much questioning of his little golden man. No matter how unwilling those old pedants of the academy are, they have to break their teeth and swallow them with blood, and vote for him."

"This is precisely the ability possessed by an actor with his own opinions and courage."

"I'm not saying to compare Liu Yifei and Chen Nuo, but Fan Fan Binbing should be a target she can chase, right?"

"But unfortunately, in *The Message*, I see two women from the same company, besides the brilliance in appearance and figure, there is undoubtedly a world of difference in acting strength..."

After Chen Nuo finished reading, he didn't speak for a long time.

Janice Man said very seriously: "I don't think Feifei is as bad as she said."

Sigh, where is she saying Liu Yifei is bad. Chen Nuo even dared to guarantee that the person who wrote this article was 80-90% likely to be an old fan of Liu Yifei. The kind who is angry at her lack of ambition.

How is it? Chen Nuo didn't know either.

However, the first batch of film reviews last night was about this, and he put down most of his heart.

Looking

He went to the bedside table to pick up his phone, intending to ask Qi Yuntian about the midnight box office performance from last night.

But he discovered that Qi Yuntian had already forwarded the box office data from China Film Group an hour ago.

The midnight premiere box office was 13.03 million.

Converted to the 3,821 cinemas across the country where "The Message" was released, each cinema contributed an average of over 3,400 yuan.

That is to say, there were about a hundred people sitting in each cinema.

This box office result was right within the 10-15 million forecast range of the China Film Group distribution department, and even slightly higher.

It was already a very good figure.

If the word-of-mouth among ordinary audiences doesn't collapse later on, following this good start, the originally planned 220 million target shouldn't be a problem, and replacing "Assembly" to take the third spot on the Chinese box office chart is just around the corner.

For new directors Ning Hao and Gao Qunshu, this was undoubtedly a pleasant surprise; no wonder the message from Ning Hao expressing his loyalty followed immediately after Qi Yuntian's text.

How could he not be loyal?

He was given the director's chair for two consecutive films invested in by the company itself. This one was an even more super-first-class crew, with all kinds of big names at his disposal, and even Wang Jiawei was assigned to assist him; it could be said that the food was fed right to his mouth, chewed up for him to eat.

Seeing that he, who had only directed two films, was about to be pushed into the position of the fourth 300-million-yuan director after Zhang Yimou, Feng Xiaogang, and Chen Kaige.

If he wasn't grateful and didn't swear lifelong loyalty, who would dare to use him, the ungrateful "Ning Potato," once he stepped out of the doors of Huanxin Company?

Chen Nuo was in a great mood for a moment, and when he told Wen Yongshan about the box office, both of them decided not to go out today and just have a wild day at home.

It just so happened that Chen Nuo was going to Chengdu for a roadshow tomorrow.

Afterward, he would have to go to South Korea and Japan, and might not return to Beijing until April; with the separation imminent, Chen Nuo wouldn't feel at ease if he didn't "feed" Wen Yongshan well.

However, just as he was about to go to bed for a nap, Wen Yongshan reacted immediately: "No, Baby is still here. I'll go see if she's up. Otherwise, let's go play in the suburbs together today."

Chen Nuo looked at Wen Yongshan's back, thought for a moment, and decided not to say anything for now.

Perhaps Yang Ying was truly blind and deaf for a moment and didn't know someone was taking a shower inside.

The key was that he didn't open the door, Yang Ying twisted the handle twice and couldn't open it, and after standing there for a while, she left quietly.

Nothing happened.

It seemed there was nothing to talk about.

But Chen Nuo still decided to find an opportunity to have Wen Yongshan send her strange best friend away sooner rather than later, to avoid any trouble later on.

He didn't have the habit of "eating grass by the nest."

When Wen Yongshan went to wake Yang Ying up, Yang Ying had actually been up for a long time.

She had gotten up even earlier than Wen Yongshan and had been walking and stopping on the streets near Yulong Dingyu.

The wind in Beijing in March was much colder than in Hong Kong, blowing until Yang Ying's whole body was trembling.

Yesterday, she didn't know where she got the nerve, but after knowing Chen Nuo went out to take a shower, she actually went to open the bathroom door as if possessed.

The door was locked, and in the end, it never opened.

She didn't know if the other party had heard her.

But later, when she calmed down, she couldn't help but feel terrified to the extreme, her mind filled with thoughts of whether Chen Nuo would tell Wen Yongshan.

After finally falling asleep, she woke up in a daze several times, each time dreaming that someone pushed open her bedroom door, coldly calling her a prostitute who seduces her best friend's boyfriend in Cantonese, and telling her to get out immediately.

In the end, she really couldn't sleep, so she got up and went out.

No matter how tight the mask was, it couldn't block the erosion of the cold air; Yang Ying felt that with every breath she took, a chill seeped into her lungs.

She looked at her watch; it was almost noon.

Chen Nuo and Wen Yongshan should both be awake.

But her phone still hadn't received any scolding or abusive calls, which meant either Chen Nuo hadn't discovered she had pulled the door at all, or he knew but hadn't told Wen Yongshan.

Yang Ying very much hoped it was the first case; otherwise, she didn't know how to face Chen Nuo's gaze now.

Yang Ying walked to the entrance of the residential complex, worried, and received a call from Wen Yongshan asking where she was. After making an excuse about going out to buy things and saying she would be back soon, she prepared to enter the gate.

At this moment, a smiling middle-aged man blocked her path and handed her a business card.

"Miss Yang, right? Hello, I'm Lin Peng from Feixiang Entertainment. Do you have time to chat?"

Yang Ying was stunned for a moment and immediately looked around in a panic.

That Lin Peng smiled and said: "Miss Yang, don't worry, I'm not a reporter. I just want to chat with you about your future prospects. I can help you, really."

Yang Ying pulled at her mask, shook her head, and said: "Thanks, no need." After saying that, she walked quickly inside.

Before she had taken two steps, she heard Lin Peng say loudly beside her: "Miss Yang, do you want to spend your whole life watching your good friend be glamorous from the sidelines?"

Yang Ying's footsteps paused, but she immediately continued walking forward.

Lin Peng curled his lips and followed closely, saying: "Miss Yang, if I remember correctly, you and Miss Wen were once called the 'twins' of the modeling world by everyone."

"As a result, the two of you are now really like Gillian and Charlene. Miss Yang, are you content? Gillian has basically withdrawn from the entertainment industry now, and the second half of her life is ruined, while Charlene is living a happy and fulfilling life; I heard she's about to marry Ronald Cheng."

"Miss Yang, when is Miss Janice Man going to marry Chen Nuo? If they get married, can you still hang around like this?"

Yang Ying hadn't slept all night, her head was dizzy and not very clear, and this man kept following her, saying things that made her upset and confused.

Finally, she couldn't help but stop, turn around, and say angrily: "What exactly do you want to say?"

Lin Peng smiled and said: "Miss Yang, I really have no malice toward you; I just want to help you. Really. Just ten minutes; after ten minutes, if you just say 'no,' I will definitely not pester you again."

(End of chapter)