Chapter 235: Starting from Saving the Desperate Girl Choi Cui Xueli

Filming *Twilight* was just a short-term job without any emotion for Chen Nuo.

The purpose was very clear: money. Besides that, nothing else.

Regardless of the movie or the actors in the movie, he held a business-like attitude, and naturally wouldn't have any mood to mess around inside.

However, when he left the crew on May 20th after filming wrapped, he did leave the phone number of the little Black makeup artist Michelle.

Because...

This is fucking definitely a talent!

By the time they filmed later, how could he not understand that regardless of how she was to others, her grasp of his appearance was truly accurate.

Maybe it would be useful somewhere in the future.

Bong Joon-ho's movie was scheduled to start filming on June 15th, and he prepared to fly to Hancheng on June 1st.

From May 20th, there was exactly a gap of about 10 days in between.

He prepared to take this opportunity to fly to New York to shoot the advertisements for Harry Winston and Mattel.

Qi Yuntian flew to New York on May 21st to meet him.

The return of the familiar gay made him feel quite refreshed.

Similarly, Qi Yuntian's expression when they met also had some emotion; it seemed that after experiencing some things, everyone had changed.

Chen Nuo smiled and said: "Is it because you've been in the country for too long, or do you really miss me?"

Qi Yuntian laughed: "Yes, Brother Nuo, I miss you super much. Hey, seeing you so confident, I'm relieved. Otherwise, I thought... but 100 million, do you really not regret it?"

Chen Nuo smiled slightly: "I don't regret a hammer. It's just 100 million, can't I earn it back? Do you believe that by the end of the year, oh no, at most early next year, I will also go buy a small nest, just in time for my graduation ceremony."

Qi Yuntian chuckled: "Believe, how can I not believe. I calculated, there's still 50 or 60 million left in our company's account. Now real estate is not prosperous, wait until the endorsement fees of these two American sucker companies arrive. Hehe, we can go back and get a set first."

"However, Brother Nuo, how did you film this play? Filming in just over a month, isn't it a rotten film? Your box office commission salary, really... no problem? I read the novel during this time, all three volumes. OMG, do you know how I feel?"

Chen Nuo chuckled: "What feeling?"

Qi Yuntian said seriously: "I think your salary should still be in cash."

Chen Nuo sneered: "Short-sighted!"

"I'd rather it be like that. But having said that, you filmed *Twilight* to make money, then what are you filming the Korean play for?"

Chen Nuo said coldly: "What do you think?"

"To win an award?"

"Nonsense! Isn't Bong Joon-ho going to Cannes? Un Certain Regard? Hehe, I fucking won't be able to sleep well for a year if I don't take back the Cannes Best Actor I lost!"

"Chinese actor Chen Nuo and his agent ended their advertising shooting schedule and appeared at New York Airport. He will arrive in our country on the evening of June 2nd to participate in the filming of director Bong Joon-ho's new film. Harry Winston brand executive Susan Friedman and others saw him off at the airport."

"Director Bong Joon-ho said that the cooperation with Chen Nuo-xi has been brewing for a year, and it has finally come true today. He is incomparably looking forward to his first cooperation with this Asian superstar."

"Jeon Do-yeon-xi said in an interview with MBC reporters today that she and director Li Cangdong will jointly prepare a welcome party for Chen Nuo-xi, hoping to let the other party feel the enthusiasm and hospitality of our Republic of Korea."

"Kim Tae-hee: Chen Nuo-xi has no plans to meet privately during his time in Korea. Both sides are just ordinary friends."

"CJ Group Representative Director Sohn Kyung-shik said in an interview today: CJ Entertainment's film division's investment decision in director Bong Joon-ho's new film is not only considering the influence of the lead actor Chen Nuo-xi in Asia and even the world, but also out of appreciation for director Bong Joon-ho's own talent. CJ Group looks forward to director Bong Joon-ho bringing back the first Palme d'Or award for the Republic of Korea."

June 1, 2008, in a residential building in Gangnam, Hancheng, South Korea, a 21-year-old long-haired girl was sitting at a computer desk, reading Korean news on the web page with concentration.

She had been a trainee in Korea for a year since coming last year, but Song Qian's Korean was still not good enough. Although she could conduct daily dialogue communication, reading the text titles on the web page was still a bit difficult.

Suddenly, she heard a "creak" sound, which was the sound of the living room door opening.

She immediately put down the mouse and rushed out of her room.

She only saw a girl wearing a white dress walking in with her head down, wearing slippers at the door.

She was wearing a simple white dress with delicate small flowers embroidered on the hem, and her hair was long, black, and beautiful, draped softly over her shoulders.

The girl's legs were very long, and below the hem of the dress, her slender and fair calves were exposed, and she was wearing a pair of pink socks on her feet, with cute bear patterns printed on them.

Song Qian's face showed a look of relief, but immediately, an angry look appeared on her face, and she said loudly in Korean: "Cui Xueli, where on earth did you go? You haven't been seen for these few days, do you know..."

Her words hadn't finished, and she stopped abruptly.

Because the girl at the door raised her head.

The girl's skin was very white, almost transparent.

It could also be seen that she was very young, much younger than Song Qian, and her cheeks were round and full, carrying the baby fat unique to a young girl.

But at this moment, a few strands of hair were stuck to her cheeks, because they were covered with tear stains.

In those particularly cute almond eyes, there were still tears swirling, her eyelashes were wet and curled, and her eyes revealed a kind of despair and helplessness that made people's hearts ache.

"V-ma."

The girl said in a low voice, her shoulders trembling slightly, as if she were trying hard to suppress the emotions in her heart.

Song Qian was a bit frightened by the girl's appearance, hurriedly walked over, and asked: "Cui Xueli, what's wrong with you? Did someone bully you?"

Hearing the other party's question, the tears in the girl's eyes could no longer be controlled, sliding down from her red and swollen eye sockets, dragging trails of water on her face.

That pitiful, helpless animal-like appearance made Song Qian feel incomparably heartbroken.

Choi Cui Xueli, born March 29, 1994. She was one of the youngest girls among the trainees in their SM company.

She was much younger than her, born in 1987, and her English name was Victoria, so Choi Cui Xueli always jokingly called her V-ma.

I don't know if it was because this title had been called for a long time, but Song Qian really developed a special concern for this girl who was like a younger sister. In all aspects of life, she paid attention to her at all times.

Song Qian hurriedly walked over to hug Choi Cui Xueli, but she didn't know what had happened, so she could only pat the little girl's back and comfort her softly: "Don't cry, it's okay, it's fine, you can tell me if anything happens. Cui Xueli, did someone bully you, tell me about it, okay?"

But Choi Cui Xueli didn't say a word, just kept crying, cried for a long time, and finally her whole body went limp on the ground, unable to stand up.

Originally, there was another girl named Zheng Xiujing in their dormitory, but she went out and wasn't in the dormitory. So Song Qian had no choice but to use all her strength to help the exhausted Choi Cui Xueli onto the sofa to sit down.

After comforting her for a long time, Choi Cui Xueli finally stopped crying slowly and fell asleep on the sofa.

Song Qian couldn't do anything either, because even though Choi Cui Xueli was asleep, her hand was still holding her hand very tightly, and she held it very, very tightly, as if that was already the only thing she could hold onto.

Looking at Choi Cui Xueli's tear-stained little face, Song Qian sighed softly, her heart full of confusion—what on earth had happened to make this girl, who was always optimistic and a bit careless, cry like this.

Choi Cui Xueli didn't know how long she hadn't slept, and finally, until Zheng Xiujing opened the door and came back in the evening, she woke up the sleeping Song Qian and Choi Cui Xueli.

The scene in the living room undoubtedly startled Zheng Xiujing, and after another burst of surprised greetings, the three trainee friends in the same dormitory could finally sit down and talk about what had happened to Choi Cui Xueli. It must be said that for Song Qian, who only came to the peninsula last year, everything Choi Cui Xueli said was simply like some kind of Arabian Nights; having grown up in a socialist country, she had never dreamed that such things could exist in the world.

"Menu? You mean, your mother put your name on it, and then...?" Choi Cui Xueli started sobbing in a low voice again, "Yes, my mother said... she hopes I can earn more money for the family."

Song Qian was almost driven crazy, directly saying a Chinese curse: "Damn it." Then she continued in Korean, "Are those people not afraid of going to jail?"

Then another "Damn it," and continued, "Call the police, Sulli, don't worry about so much, you call the police directly, see if they still dare to force you to do this kind of thing. It's too disgusting, simply a group of beasts, I'm almost vomiting from listening, they are truly a group of dog bastards."

Song Qian had already taken out her phone, but let alone Choi Cui Xueli, who was looking at the ground with empty eyes and had no intention of calling the police,

Even Zheng Xiujing, who had been crying for a while, didn't move, but instead looked at Cui Xueli cautiously and whispered: "Victoria, it's useless, the police won't care about these things."

Song Qian opened her eyes wide, incredibly: "Won't care? How is that possible!"

Zheng Xiujing said: "Really, I heard my sister say that many things here in Korea are different from other countries. If you call the police, maybe the police will come over to take a statement, but the final result... no one will be punished; on the contrary, Cui Xueli will definitely be treated even more miserably."

"Damn it." Although Song Qian had heard many people say that the Korean entertainment circle was quite dark before coming to Korea, she was still experiencing it personally for the first time. Because it was indeed true in SM company, everyone was very good and kind to her, and she really hadn't encountered this kind of similar thing.

After she cursed, she also knew that although Zheng Xiujing was a few months younger than Cui Xueli, she had always had her own ideas, and she had a sister who had already debuted, and had her own insights into the size of things in the entertainment circle.

She asked anxiously: "Then what to do? Krystal, do you have any way?"

Zheng Xiujing looked at Choi Cui Xueli, her voice lower, and said in a volume close to a whisper, "Actually, it might not necessarily happen... maybe no one will see her name on the 'menu'."

Song Qian opened her eyes wide and said "Damn it" again, "Krystal, what are you talking about? How is that possible... Shit, do you know what you are talking about?"

Zheng Xiujing lowered her head: "I know, I'm American, you're Chinese, so we won't encounter this kind of thing."

"But... they are really different, we can't help them. Unless, their families are willing to protect them. However, Cui Xueli's mother... chose money, so we really have no way."

Song Qian looked at Zheng Xiujing, confirmed she wasn't joking with her, and looked at Choi Cui Xueli, who had stopped crying but looked ashen, as if she had already resigned herself to despair...

Her Chinese temper of not believing in evil came up again.

"Impossible!" Song Qian said affirmatively first, running to Choi Cui Xueli's side, hugging the little girl's soft shoulders, "Cui Xueli, rest assured, we can definitely think of a way."

"If it really doesn't work, we'll go find President Lee, find those seniors, like Kangta-sunbaenim from HOT, or Yunho and Changmin-sunbaenim from TVXQ, didn't you say they are very powerful in Korea before?"

"If they are unwilling, then we'll find even more powerful ones... for example,"

Which people, Song Qian couldn't remember for a moment, but seeing Choi Cui Xueli's appearance, she felt heartbroken, and the names in the news she just saw floated into her brain, and she said casually: "Also like director Li Cangdong, Jeon Do-yeon-sunbaenim, director Bong Joon-ho..."

Every time she said a name, Zheng Xiujing on the side would smile bitterly.

Zheng Xiujing knew more and deeper about many things; she even knew that if she didn't have American citizenship, she would also be unavoidable, and almost impossible to escape.

These people in the entertainment circle, although powerful, were far, far away from them, so how could they come forward for these insignificant trainees and confront those big figures in the dark?

Besides, their coming forward wouldn't be useful either. Because the power of those people really wasn't something artists could confront.

"Ah! Right!"

As Song Qian was talking, her voice suddenly became several degrees louder.

The whole person stood up suddenly, not only startling Zheng Xiujing who was in a daze, but also making Choi Cui Xueli look over.

Song Qian's voice at this moment became loud and firm, as if it really contained some kind of power that could change fate.

"Cui Xueli, stop crying, cheer up, I know who to find! He just happened to come to Korea, he can definitely protect you, Cui Xueli. And I guarantee, he definitely won't refuse! I hahahahahaha..."

"How did I just think of it. Damn it!"

Seeing her like this, Zheng Xiujing couldn't help but be a bit curious, helping the bewildered Choi Cui Xueli ask: "Who? Victoria."

Song Qian laughed: "Come, I'll teach you a Chinese character now, read after me, N, U, O, OK, shout with me together, Nuonuo!"

On the plane from New York to Hancheng, Chen Nuo woke up from his sleep, rubbed his eyes, and looked at the time; it was less than 1 hour until landing.

But Qi Yuntian beside him was still sleeping like a pig.

And Linghu was different; Chen Nuo even suspected that this person hadn't closed his eyes at all in these ten-something hours, otherwise how could this person turn his face over immediately when he just opened his eyes.

Chen Nuo asked curiously: "You didn't sleep?"

Linghu shook his head: "I slept."

Well. Chen Nuo nodded and didn't ask anymore, because asking was useless, because if he asked too much, this man would be uncomfortable, and Chen Nuo even felt that if he treated him like air, Linghu would be the happiest.

Chen Nuo looked at Qi Yuntian's dead pig appearance, feeling a bit displeased, pushed him, and said unpleasantly: "Still sleeping. Your artist is already up, what's the arrangement below, tell me quickly, I fucking really don't want to be blocked at the airport."

Don't blame Chen Nuo for treating himself as a big star.

It was mainly because when he got on the plane in New York, there were several Korean reporters who didn't know where they found out their itinerary, chased them all the way, and insisted that they were flying to Hancheng to film Bong Joon-ho's new play, wanting to interview them.

Last time he came over to promote *The Message*, he felt that his reputation in Korea felt better than in Japan, and even more popular.

Maybe it's because he has many Korean good friends, feeling that Koreans really treat him as half a Korean.

Even he was ridiculed by Qi Yuntian before, because he was accidentally filmed by a TV station when he came over last time, and the picture that was used as an expression pack made a certain column on SBS find some dog-thing physiognomy master to look at it, and insisted that he had three-Han bloodline in his ancestors.

After Chen Nuo knew, he just wanted to say, I Korean your grandmother's three legs.

My little toenail is two petals, 100% Han Chinese, OK?

The plane landed at Hancheng International Airport after 7 o'clock in the evening.

Sure enough, the entertainment reporters at the airport were not just a few; it could be said that there were more than the first two times, feeling like they wanted to find back the face from the time of promoting *The Message*.

Because at the beginning, Chen Nuo only showed his face at the premiere, and then disappeared.

At that time, Korean entertainment reporters thought he had returned to the country.

As a result, they only learned from their Japanese counterparts later that he had flown from Hancheng to Tokyo.

It was quite a sensation at the time.

Even those omnipotent entertainment reporters found the shop where he and Qi Yuntian ate barbecue in Gangwon-do, and interviewed those uncles and aunts who watched them eat, learning that two beautiful women followed them to eat barbecue, but no photos were left.

This news spread back to the country and caused another hype, helping the box office of *The Message* again. Otherwise, do you really think the *Titanic* record is so easy to break?

But this time, like Qi Yun, Bong Joon-ho and the others arranged it very properly.

Their new film investor, CJ Entertainment, which Chen Nuo had heard of in his previous life, sent a Bentley and a nanny car directly to the airport apron.

Making Chen Nuo have to sigh, it is indeed a country where chaebols are rampant.

CJ Group and the Samsung Lee family came from the same source, although they seemed to be at odds with each other, who knows if it was a play performed for the outside world.

But no matter what, it was still ranked 487th in the Fortune Global 500, and in the Korean entertainment circle, CJ was still the thickest thigh.

No wonder director Bong would be so prosperous in the future.

However, the people sent by CJ Entertainment didn't seem to be just looking at Bong Joon-ho's face.

Upon learning that he was really too tired today and had no intention of attending any welcome banquet, they didn't mean to persuade him at all, agreed directly, and even kindly told him to rest well.