Chapter 239

The poor and humble girl's crisp and firm voice echoed in the luxurious presidential suite.

The problem she was troubled by, the crisis she was facing that was about to drag her into the abyss, might be unheard of for Song Qian, Zheng Xiujing, and the others.

But for the few well-dressed men in this suite, it didn't count for anything at all.

Qi Yuntian didn't even blink when he heard Song Qian describe the situation of Cui Xueli's family earlier.

Is this miserable?

Then why not go to Baltimore in the United States or any slum full of drug addicts to take a look and see what it's like there?

Chen Nuo was the same.

When Cui Xueli was speaking, he could even think about his movie.

The reason is simple: he is from Sichuan, and he knows that the current Daliang Mountains are different from what they will be in ten or twenty years.

Not to mention Han Zheng-hao.

Anyone with even a shred of emotion wouldn't swaggeringly refer to women as "dishes."

However, at the moment Cui Xueli let her dress fall to the ground, when she frankly and openly revealed her skin full of scars...

Even Han Zheng-hao, whose heart was as hard as iron?

Even Qi Yuntian, who didn't understand anything and had no feelings for women?

Who wouldn't be shocked by Cui Xueli's appearance for a moment?

Although it was only for a moment, thinking about what kind of people these two were, one could still see how shocking Cui Xueli's scarred body was.

Not to mention Chen Nuo, who was facing the girl directly.

As a man with normal values, no matter how much he has heard or seen, he couldn't quite handle this kind of dramatic scene.

He threw the movie to the back of his mind, cursed "mmp" in his heart, and directly picked up a cashmere blanket from the sofa, rushed over, and wrapped Cui Xueli up completely.

Then he hurriedly shouted to his mother in Chinese: "Brother Tian, hurry, hurry, hurry, this little brat is crazy. Take her in quickly and help her put her clothes on."

When Chen Nuo's hands and the blanket reached out, Cui Xueli instinctively had a resistance movement.

But Chen Nuo's movements were too fast; he didn't give her any room to refuse at all, and covered her, including her head, in one go.

Cui Xueli fell into darkness, which made her feel a little panicked for a moment.

A warm hand, through the blanket, hugged her shoulders very tightly, grabbing her a little painfully.

He kept pulling on the blanket, finally wrapping her whole body tightly, and covering the last bit of light-transmitting gap, making her completely unable to see anything anymore.

Cui Xueli had always been afraid of the dark and never turned off the lights when sleeping; Song Qian and Zheng Xiujing both knew this.

Moreover, ever since she was abused by her father when she was a child, she had hated any touch from men.

So at this moment, she was both afraid and disgusted, wanting to struggle and escape from the other party's hands.

But immediately, she heard that person speaking.

He should be speaking Chinese, because she didn't understand a single word.

However, the lack of semantic meaning didn't seem to become an obstacle to emotional communication.

She understood what the man was saying.

His panicked, shouting voice, combined with his somewhat busy and chaotic movements, expressed a meaning that was simply too obvious.

Even she, who was often called stupid, could understand it.

In the darkness, the corners of Cui Xueli's mouth twitched.

For some reason, she was no longer panicked.

Her heart was beating steadily and calmly.

In the airtight darkness, Cui Xueli waited, wondering where the person who gave her a warm blanket and panicked because he saw her body would lead her.

But he didn't lead her; he picked her up.

The reason was that Qi Yuntian heard Chen Nuo's call and spread his hands, saying: "How do I take her? I can't take her. You covered her eyes. She can't walk."

Isn't that nonsense?

Can you not cover her eyes all at once?

In that situation, could he have leisurely dressed her like a sari?

Chen Nuo was too lazy to talk nonsense with Qi Yuntian.

Anyway, he had been lifting weights in the gym every day during this period.

He bent down, scooped her up, and directly gave this giant loli, who was at least 170cm tall, a princess carry, and in two or three steps, he stepped into the luxurious master bedroom of his suite.

Chen Nuo laid Cui Xueli horizontally on the bed, his eyes avoiding the snow-white, straight long legs that were exposed from under the blanket, and urged: "Put on your clothes before coming out."

After saying this, he didn't hear the girl make a sound, felt a little uneasy, and pulled the blanket on her head down a little.

It revealed half of Cui Xueli's face and a pair of distinct black and white eyes.

The girl's clear eyes looked at him without blinking, not turning at all.

To this crazy girl who took off her clothes at the drop of a hat, he said in Korean with a somewhat unkind tone: "Did you hear what I said? Put on your clothes before coming out."

"Oppa."

The girl's voice was as thin as a mosquito's hum.

Chen Nuo didn't hear it clearly, frowned, and asked again: "What did you say?"

Cui Xueli said it again; this time her voice was a little louder.

The girl's unique crisp voice was like wind chimes tinkling in the wind.

Chen Nuo heard it clearly.

She gave an irrelevant answer.

She was calling him: "Brother."

Chen Nuo walked out of the bedroom and closed the door behind him.

Facing Han Zheng-hao's gaze, he smiled as if nothing had happened and said: "Aigoo, Department Head Han-nim, you really are a kind person. Well, now that the story has been heard, how do you plan to help this fellow countrywoman of yours who seems a bit pitiful?"

To Chen Nuo's surprise, the pimp who delivered the menu didn't seem to have any intention of refusing, let alone any intention of persuading him; on the contrary, he really looked like he had just gone to the UN Women's Rights Protection Organization to pay his dues and join the association.

Han Zheng-hao showed a particularly gentle smile and said: "Mr. Chen, don't worry. I'll go ask in a moment to see which family is doing this. I will find a way to solve this matter."

Chen Nuo couldn't help but exclaim: "Department Head Han, you are so excellent and kind. If I don't go to Cannes and win a Best Actor award this time, I really won't have the face to come back and see you."

Han Zheng-hao smiled and said: "If there really is such a day, I hope Chen Nuo-xi can put in a good word for me in front of Chairman Li."

"That goes without saying."

Chen Nuo chatted with Han Zheng-hao for a while and felt that this person was very comfortable to talk to, even his flattery was just right.

Still the same saying, he really is a talent.

After a while, Cui Xueli came out of the room, her dress was also put on, her head was lowered, and she didn't say a word.

Her thick, black long hair hung down, blocking her face.

She didn't look at Chen Nuo, and Chen Nuo obviously didn't intend to talk to her again, so he smiled at Han Zheng-hao and said: "Then let's leave it at that, Department Head Han."

Han Zheng-hao smiled and said: "Okay, then I won't disturb your rest. Goodbye."

He turned his head to Cui Xueli and said: "This young lady, please come with me, I have a few more things to ask you."

Five days later, Han Zheng-hao moved his gaze away from the mirror on his desk and looked faintly at the man on the ground: "So, I've been looking for you for five days, and in the end, you tell me that you guys can't handle this?"

The man knelt in front of him and smiled bitterly: "Department Head Han, no, the family of this young lady is indeed being contacted by my subordinates, but..." "But what?" Han Zheng-hao continued to examine his appearance in the mirror; his stubble didn't seem to be shaved clean enough. Tonight, he had an appointment with a pretty savvy young actress, and he had already booked a hotel in Gangnam. After work, he could go over.

The man said with a sad face: "But even if I let go of this matter, other people will intervene. It wasn't something we planned in the first place; it was the parents on that side who took the initiative to contact us."

Han Zheng-hao said softly: "Oh?"

The man was so scared he shivered and hurriedly explained: "Liu Shishi, Department Head Han-nim, I really didn't lie to you. Think about it, that Cui Xueli was originally a trainee at SM Entertainment, and Lee Soo-man still thinks quite highly of her. If her mother hadn't taken the initiative to contact us, we wouldn't have gone to find her at this time. After all... her future value will definitely be higher. Letting her be on the menu now is actually losing money."

Han Zheng-hao nodded thoughtfully: "Then is her family in debt, or what?"

The man shook his head: "No, I heard her parents are planning to take the money and go traveling, saying they want to go on a cruise and take a world tour."

Han Zheng-hao was stunned for a moment; even in his career, this kind of situation was quite rare.

The man looked at him cautiously: "So, even if we let go, that woman still won't be able to be saved."

If that's really the case, then that's indeed correct. If parents want to sell their daughter, there are ten thousand ways.

Then what should be done?

Han Zheng-hao thought for two seconds and suddenly smiled.

What should be done is none of his business.

Just take this opportunity to visit again.

Five minutes later, Han Zheng-hao, who had canceled his date, walked out of the office and asked the subordinate following him: "Has he been at the Nanshan Sanatorium these past few days?"

"Yes, he went in four days ago and hasn't come out."

"Aish." Han Zheng-hao was a bit puzzled, "What is he doing inside?"

"Didn't he say it was related to filming?"

"Sibal, don't I know that? I just can't figure out why he needs to spend so much time? Aish, if you won an Oscar, would you go live in a mental hospital?"

"Uh, could it be that he himself has some mental problems?"

"I think you're the one with the brain problem, you bastard. Let's go, we'll go see what the hell he's doing there right now."

The Nanshan Sanatorium is about 5 kilometers away from the Shilla Hotel, also at the foot of Nanshan Mountain, with beautiful scenery and excellent medical and accommodation conditions. At the same time, the sanatorium adopts a personal care model, and the fees are not cheap. Those who can send their family members here are considered to have some wealth.

When Han Zheng-hao arrived, it was just dinner time.

The welfare institution's dining hall was very large, filled with old, weak, sick, and disabled people eating, crowding the seats. Many nursing staff were shuttling through the dining hall, and various people with unclear faces were burying their heads in their food.

Han Zheng-hao identified for a long time but didn't recognize any familiar figure. He couldn't help but frown, turned his head, and asked the director of the sanatorium who was forced to work overtime with him: "Where is he? Where?"

That bald director also followed up and asked the doctor beside him: "Where is Chen Nuo-xi?"

That middle-aged doctor wearing thick glasses flipped through the medical manual in his hand and said hesitantly: "Director, are you sure Lu Xiangyu is the person you are looking for? However, when he was admitted the day before yesterday, I checked, and he should be suffering from mild intellectual disability. Including the tests I helped him do, letting him do some questionnaires, he all fits the characteristics of people with acquired traumatic intellectual impairment."

The bald director said impatiently: "Then did he come with the admission certificate I issued for him? The one issued on June 5th?"

"Yes, that's right, but..."

"Stop talking, I only issued one blank one that day, and it was Chen Nuo-xi who came to me to ask for it; I only gave it to him!"

As he spoke, hesitation also appeared on the bald director's face. He turned his head and said to Han Zheng-hao: "Department Head Han, are you sure Chen Nuo-xi is now living in our sanatorium? Why on earth would he want to do this?"

The doctor on the side followed up and asked: "That's right, Department Head Han, are you sure it's him? I've seen Chen Nuo-xi's photos on the internet, and I also went to the cinema to watch that Chinese movie of his a while ago. The Japanese officer he played left a deep impression on me. If it were him, it would be impossible for me not to recognize him."

Han Zheng-hao said impatiently: "What reason do I have to joke with you? My people clearly said that he entered your place three days ago and hasn't come out. He is in a luxury suite at the Shilla Hotel for $2,000 a night, and only his manager and his bodyguard are living there!"

The doctor shook his head in disbelief, "And then he ran over here to sleep in a hospital bed for 50,000 won a night? Department Head Han-nim, what you're saying makes me unable to believe it."

Han Zheng-hao sneered. Seeing that his expression was unkind, the bald director immediately interrupted: "Dr. Cui, stop talking. Now tell me, what does that Lu Xiangyu look like?"

Dr. Cui didn't say much, took out a document from the medical folder in his hand, and said: "This is the photo taken when he was admitted. Director, take a look, are Lu Xiangyu and Chen Nuo-xi the same person? He really is just a mild mentally disabled patient!"

Han Zheng-hao took the data sheet directly into his hand and looked at it carefully.

"Lu Xiangyu, height 182.5, weight 168 jin."

And in the photo column, a one-inch black and white photo was pasted.

Han Zheng-hao saw at a glance, who else could this be but Chen Nuo?

He wore a black wig, covering his eyebrows in the front, and also wore a pair of glasses, which seemed to be high-degree farsighted glasses, because his eyes looked much smaller.

Combined with that dull, straight-eyed look like a pig,

it was enough to make people ignore what perfect arcs his nose bridge and lips had, so much so that many plastic surgery hospital doctors and people who do fortune-telling on variety shows in Korea now make a big deal out of his facial features and face shape all day long.

Han Zheng-hao knew that there were several idols with dim star paths who couldn't resist the temptation and went to get plastic surgery to look like him.

And then, this original person?

At this moment, Han Zheng-hao was truly Aish-convinced.

That day he felt this Sibal was a bit abnormal, and now he discovered that he was truly Aish-absolutely abnormal!

If he wasn't mentally abnormal, then his brain was abnormal.

In short, for the sake of acting in a movie, actually moving into a mental hospital after making himself up to look like a mental patient—who in the entire Republic of Korea has ever heard of such a thing?

Aish, it might be true that the internet says this person went to be a circus clown for a few months before playing the Joker!

Otherwise, how could he pretend so well!

If he wasn't absolutely certain that Chen Nuo had moved in, and had interacted with him at close range, he would never have recognized him either.

While full of doubts and complaints, Han Zheng-hao felt a bit excited.

Others don't know why their CJ Group values this film so much, but as a middle-to-high-level executive of the group, he knows.

The reason is that the arrogant Samsung crown prince mocked his cousin's entertainment strategy at this year's Lee family reunion dinner,

believing that this business not only couldn't make any money but also had no benefit to the Lee family's reputation, and even attracted unwanted attention, bringing a lot of trouble, which was inconsistent with the Lee family's consistent strategy of biding their time and hiding in the shadows.

This angered Vice President Lee so much that she immediately made a decision: they would solely invest in Bong Joon-ho's art film, which was obviously going to lose money; it didn't matter how much it lost,

as long as Bong Joon-ho could bring back an award from Cannes, earn a reputation for the Republic of Korea, earn face for her, and let that arrogant Sibal puppy know he was wrong.

To achieve this goal, the budget allocated by the group to the film division this year was terrifyingly abundant, so they didn't put all their eggs in one basket. As far as he knew, there were several award-chasing films being invested in at the same time.

However, the one most favored was still this one.

The reason, of course, is that *Secret Sunshine*, which the whole of Korea had high hopes for back then, was ruthlessly crushed by this Sibal's *My Blueberry Nights*, and ended up with nothing.

Even though Jeon Do-yeon seemed to have a good relationship with him later, in the hearts of many people in the Republic of Korea, this person was originally an enemy.

If it weren't for him, could Emma Stone, who was 18 and filming her first movie, have beaten Jeon Do-yeon?

Who would believe that!?

99% of Koreans believe that it was the Cannes jury who didn't want to give him the Best Actor award and let him achieve the double Best Actor award in Berlin and Cannes so quickly, so they gave Emma Stone the Cannes Best Actress award as compensation!

And the Palme d'Or...

If it weren't for him, could *My Blueberry Nights* have won the Palme d'Or!? It's not just Koreans who think so; 99% of people in the world know it's absolutely impossible.

Therefore, Han Zheng-hao didn't know how many rounds of fighting he had gone through within the company to get the opportunity to serve Chen Nuo, how many benefits he had paid, and how many promises he had made before finally becoming the winner.

All of this was to get a piece of the pie at the future celebration banquet, receive the concern of Vice President Lee, and get out of this pimping position.

And now, Aish!

It seems all the effort was worth it!

After finishing this photo that looked like a mental patient, Han Zheng-hao didn't want to talk to Chen Nuo about the mess of Cui Xueli's family at all.

Let that woman go to hell! In any case, nothing can disturb him.

Although he didn't know what the other party was doing, it really looked very powerful.

"Director, I've thought about it, let's forget it."

Han Zheng-hao smiled at the bald director and said: "You guys are the same, just pretend you don't know anything, let him live here, let him live as long as he wants, give him whatever he wants. Put all the expenses on my account, please!"

(Seeking monthly tickets, brothers!)

One more chapter, tomorrow after washing my hair,

because I wrote the previous chapter for a long time yesterday.

I can't finish writing it.

(End of chapter)