Chapter 347: 20 Million Club (8888 words!)

"Chen Nuo arrives in Korea two days early to discuss new film cooperation? CJ Entertainment's stock price rose 3% on the same day" (*Dong-A Ilbo*, 2010.5.30)

"Thousands of fans welcome Oscar hero to Korea at the airport; Chen Nuo's arrival in Korea causes the city to empty" (*Chosun Ilbo*, 2010.5.31)

"Chinese actor Chen Nuo's trip to Korea causes a sensation; fans' airport welcome is unprecedented" (*Global Times*, 2010.5.31)

"Film and television diplomacy behind the Blue House invitation: How did Chen Nuo build a bridge between China and Korea?" (*The Beijing News*, 2010.6.1 in-depth report)

For three consecutive days, Fan Fan Binbing opened the office computer during her work breaks, wanting to see news from home.

She would always catch the two words "Chen Nuo" at the first glance.

These news items not only came from domestic Weibo accounts but also from Twitter, where many of his fans translated news from local Korean media into English.

Looking at the pictures in the news, even though Fan Fan Binbing was well-informed and was also a target of pursuit in China, she had seen many big scenes and faced many flashlights.

As for being chased by fans, it was even more of a common occurrence.

But seeing the stir he caused in Korea, she couldn't help but be a little startled.

In fact, before this, every Chinese person knew he was very popular in Korea.

The reason was also very simple.

It wasn't just because of the movie, nor just because of his connections in Korea; even though the movie he starred in this time brought back an Oscar for Korea, objectively speaking, it only played the role of a magnifying glass.

The real reason in his bones was because of a certain national character of the Koreans...

When over 90% of women have plastic surgery after the age of 18,

When almost every doctor in every plastic surgery clinic has someone's facial features photo in their hands,

When for three consecutive years, someone was voted by Naver as the most beautiful face,

It was impossible for him not to be popular in this shallow society of the Koreans who judge people by their appearance.

Especially since this was 2010. It wasn't like more than ten years later, when Korean fan culture began to spread all over the world, and most people were no longer surprised.

And now, Fan Fan Binbing, who had been active in mainland China for many years, really didn't expect that Koreans were so crazy about chasing stars, even crazier than in China and North America.

Just look at the news pictures, the photos at the entrance of the Shilla Hotel.

The crowd of young men and women was densely packed, filling the streets; it could be said to be impassable.

Fans wore all kinds of makeup, cosplaying different characters from several of his movies, holding up various types of signs, both in Korean and Chinese; the security guards at the hotel entrance were tightly packed, like a human wall, and several broadcast trucks could be seen lined up along the road in the picture.

And many English translations from Korean were saying that the formation of his visit to Korea this time made people think of the grand occasion when Michael Jackson visited Korea in 1996.

That time, tens of thousands of fans filled the airport and the outside of the hotel, the screams were deafening, and the security guards had to use human walls and iron railings to piece together a passage, saying that although he definitely couldn't compare to the King of Pop now, it was still the top treatment among foreign superstars who had visited in recent years, definitely stronger than Mr. Leslie Cheung, who also came from China and was equally popular in Korea in the 80s because of *A Better Tomorrow*.

Fan Fan Binbing watched and watched, and suddenly laughed.

For the vast majority of stars, these were definitely exposure opportunities that people would flock to, including her; maybe she would be so happy she couldn't sleep...

However, what would his feelings be?

Thinking of the possible expression on the man's face, Fan Fan Binbing, who had been quite depressed, suddenly felt much happier.

And at this moment, a discussion came from outside her office.

"WTF, Nuo Chen is going to immigrate to Korea? No way! Why don't even I, this Nuomi, know? Xiao Mei, tell me, this isn't true!"

This boisterous voice with a Mandarin accent came from Alice Chow, Chinese name Zhou Tian, who graduated with a master's degree in hotel management from the University of Guelph and was a third-generation Canadian immigrant who liked tattoos.

She had never been to China in her life, and even her Chinese sounded like Google Translate software.

But it was very strange; she actually considered herself a Nuomi, and even when she came to work at this small startup company, she didn't know who Fan Fan Binbing was or how much influence she had in the Chinese circle, but because Xiao Mei told her during the interview that the boss had a close relationship with Nuo Chen and it was possible to see him in person.

"Impossible, you must be reading nonsense from Koreans on Twitter; they love to talk nonsense." This was Xiao Mei's voice.

"But he really has a lot of Korean friends, right? Actually, I don't care where he goes, I just hope I, this big fan, won't be the last to know."

At this time, a slightly old female voice interjected in English: "What are you talking about, Alice?" It was the company accountant Deborah Taylor, nicknamed Debbie, a white old lady in her 60s.

After Zhou Tian explained in English,

Debbie laughed: "If Chen wants to immigrate, I hope he comes to Canada. Although I don't like the community being crowded with strangers, he is an exception. If he is willing, I can even introduce my granddaughter to him."

Canadians don't have many customs of respecting the old and loving the young; Zhou Tian said unhappily: "Debbie, let me say it again, my parents are also immigrants, we are not strangers, can you not be so racist?"

"Don't be so serious, Alice, I'm just an old woman, I don't like life to change." Debbie's tone was relaxed.

"I don't like you using 'strangers' to describe us."

"Ha, that's because you haven't heard worse."

"Go to hell, Debbie!"

"Oh, you're too rude, Alice."

"Save it, Debbie. Besides, if Chen really immigrated to Canada, the girls who want to sleep with him could line up from Toronto to Niagara Falls. Don't talk about how charming he looks, OMG, think about his 120 million dollars, does he need your granddaughter? He is the only man in the world I am willing to have children for."

Fan Fan Binbing heard this, smiled helplessly, and couldn't help but touch her lower abdomen again.

Could it be telepathy?

Just after doing this action, an uncontrollable nausea surged from her chest and abdomen.

She immediately rushed to the bathroom inside, vomited into the sink for a long time, feeling that she had vomited all the sour water in her stomach, before calming down this sudden feeling.

"Bingbing-jie, here."

Fan Fan Binbing lowered her head and panted, reached out to take the paper from Xiao Mei's hand, wiped her mouth, and then threw it into the trash can next to it.

She raised her head and looked at her face in the mirror.

Her face, known for its exquisiteness, still retained its iconic contours.

High-bridged nose, slightly upturned corners of the eyes, and those almond eyes that shone brightly in front of countless lenses,

All were still familiarly gorgeous.

But overall, it couldn't hide a trace of haggardness and a layer of faint fatigue.

Although her skin was still fair, compared to the luster of the past, it was now more like being covered with a thin mist, less blood, and more paleness.

The faint dark circles under her eyes were caused by the lack of sleep brought about by morning sickness in recent days.

Her lips were slightly chapped, and even with light pink lipstick, it couldn't hide the fatigue.

Fan Fan Binbing looked at herself in the mirror and sighed softly, and the doctor's words from a few days ago appeared in her mind involuntarily.

"Ms. Fan, it's just over a month now, and you are in the early pregnancy stage. Nausea and vomiting are very normal; this is the effect of pregnancy hormones. It might lighten after a while, but it varies from person to person."

The doctor's tone was gentle and professional,

"The key is the next few months. Your appetite might get worse, certain smells will make you want to vomit, and your body will be especially tired. Don't force yourself then, rest more, eat less greasy food, and adapt slowly."

At that time, she just nodded, but now that she had vomited until her stomach was empty, she realized how real "adapt slowly" was.

Can this really be adapted to slowly?

She smiled bitterly.

Her fingers touched her lower abdomen unconsciously again; the touch was still smooth, but it seemed to hide strange power, making her both confused and curious.

The text of the post said: "Korea doesn't care about the greed of vampires. When you guys question Nuo Chen's salary in *Twilight*, you completely fail to see his huge market in Asia. Without him, could *Twilight* earn over 100 million US dollars at the box office in Asia? Absolutely not. My answer is a big NO. By the way, the reception of the Korean president has nothing to do with *Twilight*. This 'greedy vampire' is not just a vampire—he won 1 Cannes Best Actor, 2 Berlin Best Actors in the art film market, and helped a Korean movie win this year's Oscar for Best Foreign Language Film. My American compatriots, open your eyes and look at the world, okay? #korea#nuochen#"

Fat as a ball, or sleepy all day? Or, both?

The doctor's instructions sounded in her ears again: "Three months later, your morning sickness phenomenon might improve, but, unfortunately, you might start to have back pain, and your stomach will slowly get bigger."

Fan Fan Binbing with a big belly?

Not to mention others, even she herself couldn't imagine what that would look like.

She definitely wouldn't be able to go out then.

For the arrival of that day, she had already rented a house in a small town by the lake in Toronto, preparing to live in seclusion there for at least half a year.

This was not an easy thing.

Because she didn't intend to tell anyone in China, not even her parents.

If it weren't for Xiao Mei, this would never have succeeded.

At this time, Fan Fan Binbing looked at the slightly chubby and cute girl behind her through the mirror.

This was the life assistant Wang Zonglei found for her after Jinghua-jie left Huayi. The original intention was to monitor every move of her daily life, but after years of getting along, from Huayi to Huanxin, Wang Zonglei had long become the past, and now she was the person she trusted most.

It was the same just now. Even though she was outside the door, the girl's ears had been listening to her movements, and she rushed over almost the first time she vomited.

Fan Fan Binbing turned around and was about to say something, but was interrupted by a knock on the office glass door.

She saw Zhou Tian poke her head in and say: "Bingbing boss, they are back."

Xiao Mei immediately took a step back, and Fan Fan Binbing immediately took a deep breath, adjusted her emotions, and the fatigue and fragility in the mirror were instantly restrained by her.

She straightened her back and walked out of the office door in high heels.

The "Bingbing's Home Hospitality Co." registered and established in Toronto last month, although not large in scale, had already taken shape.

In addition to the financial staff Debbie, the part-time cashier and internal affairs Xiao Mei, and the reserve management staff Zhou Tian, there were also several core members responsible for negotiating business outside.

At this moment, they walked into the conference room one after another.

Jason, responsible for market research, the only white male in the company, in his 30s, had been struggling in the Toronto real estate circle for more than ten years. Sarah, responsible for legal affairs, white female, master of law from the University of Toronto, good at handling commercial lease contracts;

And the decoration designer, Mackie, in his 30s, responsible for decoration and design, had designed renovations for many hotels in Toronto.

These three had just returned from the Annex community near the University of Toronto; the purpose of going there was to discuss the preliminary lease intention of a five-story property with a commercial real estate company.

Fan Fan Binbing sat in the main seat of the conference table, crossed her hands, swept her gaze over everyone, and said lightly: "Tell me, how did the talk go today?"

Jason spoke first, saying in English: "Boss, that building is in an excellent location, a five-minute walk from the main campus of the University of Toronto, and the surrounding area is full of apartment areas where international students and new immigrants gather. The preliminary intention is a monthly rent of 130,000 Canadian dollars."

Sarah took over the conversation and said: "Fire safety and accommodation permits are no problem, but they require a five-year lease and a three-month deposit."

Mackie scratched his head and said: "This building can provide a total of 40 rooms through renovation, of which about 20 can be converted into suites with independent bathrooms. It should be relatively convenient to renovate at that time, just add a shared kitchen on each floor. My idea is that the kitchen should be mainly Chinese style to cater to the tastes of Chinese students. The renovation budget is controlled within 500,000 Canadian dollars, and it can basically be completed in two months."

After Fan Fan Binbing finished listening to their words, she tapped the table with her fingers, was silent for a while, and then said: "A five-year lease is fine. But the monthly rent of 130,000 is too high; try to negotiate it to 110,000. Jason, you go again in the afternoon and tell them that we will pay half a year's rent at once, cash transaction, so they have to give us a cheaper price."

Jason hesitated for a moment: "Bingbing, since that's the case, 110,000 is too low; they might not be willing to loosen their mouths..."

Fan Fan Binbing said lightly: "Then let them understand that Toronto is not the only real estate company they have."

Jason smiled and nodded: "OK."

Fan Fan Binbing paused, and her gaze turned to Sarah: "The contract needs to specify one point: we have the priority right to renew the lease after the five-year lease. At the same time, if the landlord has the intention to sell in the future, we have the priority right to purchase. At the same time, set the liquidated damages higher."

Sarah laughed and said: "No problem, boss."

Fan Fan Binbing also smiled and finally looked at the designer with exquisite makeup: "Mackie, don't make all the shared kitchens Chinese style; you can add some coffee bars to attract local students to live in."

Mackie said: "However, that budget will definitely be about 20% higher than it is now."

Fan Fan Binbing said: "Money is not a problem."

Mackie laughed and said: "At your command, boss, I must tell you, I like this feeling of being rich."

Mackie's words caused a burst of laughter from everyone in the conference room.

Including Zhou Tian, who was temporarily acting as an internal member to take meeting minutes.

Zhou Tian laughed while letting her mind wander.

She had been on the job for almost a month, and the questions in her heart were getting more and more.

Although she didn't know how famous her beautiful and generous boss was in China before, she was very clear about it now.

And she could guarantee that apart from the people in this company, no one in the outside world knew that this Chinese superstar was pregnant.

Although before joining the company, she, like everyone else, signed a confidentiality agreement.

But the confidentiality agreement couldn't kill curiosity.

Whose child is in the boss's belly... shit, every night, she thought about it until she couldn't sleep.

Half an hour later, the meeting ended.

Fan Fan Binbing requested Jason to get a response from the commercial real estate company before 4 PM tomorrow.

The small company only had so many people, and everyone had no nonsense, so everyone quickly packed up their things and left the conference room while discussing with each other.

After these Canadians went out, Fan Fan Binbing leaned back heavily on the chair, let out a sigh, rubbed her temples, and said to Xiao Mei: "I want to go to the site to see that building. By the way, call Maggie together; we have to finalize the design on the spot."

In the car, Fan Fan Binbing stared at the street scene flying past the window, her fingers unconsciously stroking her lower abdomen, turned her head and whispered to Xiao Mei in Chinese: "After this matter is finished, I have to rest for two days, otherwise I really can't hold on."

Xiao Mei sighed and said: "Sister, you have probably said this sentence hundreds of times in the past few days. Have you rested for half a day each time? No."

Fan Fan Binbing pulled the corners of her mouth.

She knew this was indeed the case.

Although she really wanted to rest now, as long as she stopped for more than half an hour, she would definitely panic again. Just like this hotel plan, which was only a cover at the beginning, but now, she had decided to make it another career outside of acting work and devoted everything to it.

Not only did she have to work during the day, study English at home at night, but she also signed up for the online MBA of the Kelley School of Business at Indiana University in 2010, followed the curriculum to study business management, and in addition, bought professional books such as *Hotel Management*, almost going to bed at 2-3 AM every day.

It could be said that it was more tiring and harder than when she was an actress in China.

But she flocked to it.

The reason.

She didn't know either.

It's just that she was now used to stroking her lower abdomen when she had nothing to do... She also began to get used to thinking, when the little life in her belly was born into this world, if she hadn't prepared everything, what should she do?

Perhaps, this is the reason.

Chen Nuo arrived in Korea two days early, which was requested by the Blue House staff in a phone call in advance, saying that he should come over to make preparations in advance and exchange ideas about the process and etiquette at that time.

It sounded very troublesome, so he really didn't want to come at first.

Although the meeting time in Korea was delayed again and again, just waiting for him to come back after filming in the United States, but if Jeon Do-yeon hadn't brought up the old matter again and mentioned the Blue House appointment from a year ago, he might not have made the trip in the end.

In Korea, he stayed in the hotel the whole time and almost didn't go anywhere.

Even if Bong Joon-ho said he would find a better place to host a banquet, he politely declined. In the end, on the evening of May 31, he hosted a table in the restaurant of the Shilla Hotel and had a casual meal with the friends who had warmly received him several times before, and that was it.

It was mainly too troublesome.

If the trouble of coming to Korea before was 1, then coming over this time should have reached 5.

Even on the evening of June 1, when Chen Nuo stood by the hotel window and glanced down at the chaotic and spectacular scene at the hotel entrance, but the fans surrounding it hadn't decreased much, and the reporter cars hadn't decreased by a few, he couldn't help but shake his head.

Fan Fan Binbing saw the reports in the United States, and he saw them too.

Chen Nuo felt that these media were really boring as hell.

Is it important who is better than whom?

The box office of *Mother* could only be described as unsatisfactory in the end.

But Quentin Tarantino on the phone was quite happy.

"... I saw the report of you going to Korea on Twitter, and I think I still underestimated your influence in Asia. What are you like there? Some people say you are Michael Jackson! OMG, a Michael Jackson who can act, is about to kill the whole scene in my movie, just thinking about it makes people excited."

In the past two days, Chen Nuo stayed in the hotel with nowhere to go, and when he talked to him on the phone about the script, Quentin would go crazy from time to time; he was used to it.

Hearing this, he smiled and poured a basin of cold water, "It's a pity that in the place where I should have the most influence in Asia, I don't have much influence. You might not know, I had a movie that was taken off the screen early by people. I'm a little worried whether my new movie at Warner will be affected this time."

Quentin clearly did his homework; he knew exactly what he was talking about and immediately interjected: "Wait, are you talking about *The Sound of Wind*? Ha, you are really a cunning guy. If I were the Japanese government, I would do the same. Listen, if your and Nolan's movie flops at the Japanese box office, don't go to Japan for the global roadshow. Anyway, besides you, we still have Leonardo; let him go then, haha..."

Another burst of neurotic strange laughter, and then the two talked about business.

However, in the two days Chen Nuo was trapped in the hotel, what should have been said was basically said.

Listening to Quentin's final conception, although the process and ending were still not very satisfactory to him, who liked to watch cool articles, but as long as it wasn't a matter of principle, Chen Nuo knew his own level and wouldn't interfere too much.

Quentin was very happy, "I plan to finalize the script next month, and then decide on the production company, and then sign the contract with you and Leo."

"OK."

"But I have to say sorry to you first, Chen. Even if there is a partnership between me, you, and Leo, all the production companies in the United States will covet our new film, but your salary this time—sorry, brother, it definitely won't reach 120 million, and 60 million is also out of the question." Quentin laughed and said, "I can only guarantee that your fixed salary this time will definitely exceed 20 million US dollars. As for the others, we will talk to your agent then."

Ignoring Quentin's teasing about his salary, Chen Nuo let out a long breath.

Don't underestimate the offer of more than 20 million US dollars in Quentin Tarantino's mouth, thinking it is not as much as half of the salary of *Twilight*.

But the two are completely incomparable in reality.

For example, take the *Twilight* heroine Kristen Stewart.

According to the news sent back by Li Jing, after the news of his 120 million US dollars spread, Kristen's agency was also asking Summit Entertainment for a higher film contract, seeking a share contract that could eventually reach about 30-40 million US dollars.

Does this mean that Kristen Stewart's agency believes that this woman has already stepped into the door of the 20 Million Club?

Of course not.

The reason is very simple.

The "20 Million Club" refers to the actor's basic salary for a single film being stable at over 20 million US dollars, which does not include dividends or additional income.

Whether it's him or Kristen, the share contract they want to sign is based on the subsequent box office success of the *Twilight* series, not the single-film fixed salary reaching 20 million US dollars, and it cannot prove that they have both possessed the status of the "20 Million Club" in the industry.

Before this,

Actually, including *Inception*, although he held a high share as an investor, as Chen Nuo personally, the salary signed on the contract was only 10 million US dollars, plus a 3% global box office share.

However, this time the offer came from Quentin, an invitation from such a mainstream Hollywood director who had no intersection with him before.

In other words, this is an recognition from the mainstream Hollywood film circle.

As long as the contract is finally signed, it means that he has officially stepped into the "20 Million Dollar Club" and became one of the small group of people at the top of the pyramid of the world film industry.

After this, unless he continuously takes on rotten films that flop at the box office, or his personal image collapses due to scandals, his worth will only rise.

This contract is not only an affirmation of his talent but also represents that Hollywood has officially opened the door to the superstar hall for him.

His hard work, persistence, and talent finally blossomed at this moment,

From now on, he, Chen Nuo, can be said to be no longer just a dreamer, but a creator standing at the peak.

For him personally, this is an exciting turning point and a milestone in his career.

The key is that he is only 24 years old.

So, what promoted all this?

What made such an important moment, the recognition that filmmakers all over the world are pursuing, suddenly descend when he was caught off guard, in this hotel in a distant foreign country, in this room where he was alone?

It might be that the box office of several consecutive movies is good.

It is also possible that he won big awards in Europe one after another, finally reaching the isolated Americas, and quantitative change led to qualitative change.

Even, it might be because of the recent salary storm, which made people look at him highly.

Only God knows what Hollywood and Donald are thinking.

Anyway, now, he spent almost 5 years, seven movies, and finally stood at this position at this age.

There shouldn't be anyone saying that he is the most failed reborn person in history, right?

Quentin should not understand the significance of this moment to him, or maybe he understands, but doesn't care.

Before hanging up the phone, this talented Hollywood big director who likes Bruce Lee said very solemnly: "Listen, Chen, I hope you handle the Korean affairs quickly. That's right, you have been guiding me to write the script, but I don't want to teach you how to act."

"But I want to remind you—Leo told me personally the day before yesterday that he has started to enter the state. I hope you can be faster too. You said it yourself, the history carried by this movie, the responsibility on your shoulders, is much heavier than his, right?"

Without Quentin emphasizing, Chen Nuo of course knows how important this play is.

Otherwise, why would he decide to take this play before the salary was even discussed?

Later, even when he entered the Blue House the next day, following Bong Joon-ho, Kim Hye-ja, and a group of *Mother* cast members, and shaking hands with the President of the Stick Country, he was still thinking about this matter in his mind.

Chinese workers in the United States is definitely an extremely heavy topic.

It can even be said that this is a tragic history that is still buried more than ten years later, a sea of corpses and mountains of blood accumulated by I don't know how many white bones.

It is a pain point that has always been taboo in North American society.

Quentin actually dared to film this into a movie; as a Chinese, how could he not take it to heart?

However, how much does he know about this group of Chinese workers?

It can be said that like most poor students, it is almost equal to 0.

To want to act well in such a tragic and heroic epic written by Quentin in this state, and add something to the diary of film history or the world, should be a daydream.

So, what should he do?

At the Blue House reception banquet, he talked about this problem with Jeon Do-yeon beside him.

Jeon Do-yeon thought for a while and asked with curiosity: "Chen Nuo-xi, what preparations do you usually make when filming movies before?"

After listening to Chen Nuo, Jeon Do-yeon sighed deeply and said: "Perhaps this is the difference between a genius and a mortal."

Chen Nuo initially thought the newly promoted Cannes Best Actress was mocking himself.

As a result, there was none.

Speaking of which, Chen Nuo talked a lot with famous directors, but this seemed to be the first time he exchanged with a top actor on how to create a character and how to make a character come alive and vivid from the paper text.

And then he knew that some media reports were not exaggerated.

When the newspaper said that a certain actor practiced something for half a year because of a certain play, sometimes that was not just bragging, but also just a fact.

Just as Jeon Do-yeon said: "Before acting in *The Housemaid*, I went to a housekeeping company to scrub the floor for almost two months, and this should be the fastest time I integrated into the character. Do you know why?"

Shook his head.

"Because to act well as a housemaid, what is needed most is not a housekeeper, but a... ah."

"A what?"

"... Slut."

"Oh? Are you?"

"Yes~ I am, those people are right... I am a slut, I just like to seduce men, I am just a bitch who has an affair with someone in the bathroom in the presidential palace, I just can't leave... the slut... so I don't need~ ah woo."

Chen Nuo's action of blocking people's mouths is becoming more and more proficient now.

Just when Jeon Do-yeon was trembling with her voice and muttering to herself, he had been maintaining a selfless state, his whole body muscles were tense, and his ears were listening to the possible movements outside the door.

However, when Jeon Do-yeon was talking, she suddenly trembled violently like a fish, and the next second her sandalwood mouth opened wide, and she was about to scream, he was quick-eyed and fast-handed, and stuffed the little panties he had been holding into it.

Even if this was the most remote bathroom, he had to do so.

Because what kind of place is this?

The so-called remote just means there are no 80 or 100 guards at the door.

Only when he was dizzy for a while by this crazy woman, felt that the hotel was indeed more unsafe, and with his current situation in Korea, he could indeed not find any other suitable place, would he treat this as a rendezvous place.

The sound was blocked in the throat, which did not mean the reaction ended.

After muting, the woman's whole body movements did not stop.

Have you ever seen a fish go ashore, its body jumping and jumping on the ground, its mouth opening and closing?

Jeon Do-yeon was about the same.

Before this, the woman said she had kept herself pure for more than a year, and Chen Nuo was still half-believing.

But after staying in this bathroom for 20 minutes, he believed it.

Because many reactions can only happen to a woman in her 30s after keeping herself pure for more than a year.

It can only be said that Chen Nuo had foresight and did not seek convenience like he did with Angelina Jolie.

Otherwise, even if no one saw them when they entered and exited the bathroom door, in the end, whether it was his suit pants or Jeon Do-yeon's dress, they could only be taken for dehydration before they could barely be worn on their bodies.

"So, do you think I should study hard, do research, and even interview the descendants of some parties, and take notes?"

"That's it. For example, before I acted in *Secret Sunshine*, I spent 8 months looking for dozens of women who had experienced the pain of losing a child, talked to them, and took notes, so that I could act out the look I wanted when filming."

"... Okay, I thought I was already very powerful for spending 4 months playing the Joker before."

"For you, it is indeed very amazing. After all, not everyone has your talent. I really envy you."

"No, okay, I know. It seems that I should indeed go to the library to read books and return to campus."

Chen Nuo and Jeon Do-yeon, two top actors, talked naturally while walking back to the crowd.

There is no way, when they went out, everyone was still eating, and it might be calm, but when they came back, everyone had finished eating and was chatting. With the identities of these two people, many people looked over.

Fortunately, these Best Actors and Best Actresses are international, but anyone who is a Blue Dragon Award winner definitely has a risk of being exposed.

Bong Joon-ho walked over, smiled and said: "Where did you two go? I haven't seen you for almost 40 minutes."

Chen Nuo shook his head and said: "I am asking Jeon Do-yeon-xi for advice; she really taught me a lot of things."

Jeon Do-yeon smiled and bowed slightly, saying: "Chen Nuo-xi is too modest, it's just a little shallow experience. Please excuse me, I'm going to talk to Teacher Kim Hye-ja."

Chen Nuo also bowed to her and said sincerely: "Okay, Jeon Do-yeon-xi, thank you for your experience."

Jeon Do-yeon said: "You're welcome, Chen Nuo-xi, if it weren't for you, I wouldn't have been able to win this award; I should thank you. Then excuse me."

"Okay, goodbye."

Bong Joon-ho looked at Jeon Do-yeon's back, touched the curly hair on his head in confusion, turned his face and asked: "What's going on, why do I feel like you two are in the state of acting? With your relationship, why do you still use honorifics?"

Chen Nuo hehe said: "Because..."

"Excuse me, Bong Joon-ho-xi, I'll excuse myself too, your President Lee seems to be waving at me."

(End of chapter) ===== CHAPTER 348 =====