Chapter 385: A Record-Breaking Group Photo

"I showed this photo to my mom, and she said he's a lunatic lol #nuohchenoscars"

"I originally thought he'd only do this on the red carpet, haha, how does he dare! #nuohchenoscars"

"This is the coolest thing I've seen in 2011. #nuohchenoscars"

"If I were the director, I'd hit him on the head with a microphone lmao. #nuohchenoscars"

"I'm going downstairs to turn on the TV right now, omg, this is too funny! #nuohchenoscars"

Aside from checking Sina Weibo, Yu Chengdong also took a look at Twitter.

Just like in China, the #ChenNuoOscars tag was spreading continuously online, and the selfie incident was also continuing to ferment.

However, not many people actually cared about or talked about that blurry photo; at most, it was circulated as an attachment. Even fewer people cared what kind of phone was used to take that blurry, unclear photo.

Yu Chengdong felt like a Dragon King passing through the sea, only to cast a net and catch nothing but a small, miscellaneous fish.

Once the initial excitement passed, a sudden feeling of desolation and helplessness set in.

When all was said and done, it was because his own product wasn't up to the task.

The food had been fed right to their mouths, yet they still couldn't swallow it.

Because of this, Yu Chengdong became even more determined that at the next product development meeting, he would propose a direction and determination to delve deeply into camera technology.

Yu Chengdong's disappointment was met with the relief of Samsung's Brian Cragg.

A moment ago, Brian Cragg thought the end of the world was coming, as if he could already see the interrogation from the South Korean headquarters before his eyes.

But now, he had returned to a reclining position, even wrapping one arm around his wife's shoulders, happily watching the commercial for his own Galaxy S2 airing once again on the TV screen.

"What's wrong? Not worried anymore?" his wife asked.

Brian Cragg laughed and said, "Chinese phones, they're no good. Chen gave them a chance, but they... haha, that blurry photo, it's too ridiculous. Our Galaxy S2 is equipped with an 8-megapixel rear camera and a 2-megapixel front camera, but them, haha, they only have one rear camera, and the resolution is very low; they're not even in the same league as us."

"That's good, then now you can finally watch TV in peace."

"Yes." Brian Cragg kissed his wife's forehead.

The third award of this Oscar ceremony, Best Costume Design, was ultimately taken by *Alice in Wonderland*.

During the 3-minute commercial break, many more families were drawn to their TV sets by the news spreading on Twitter and FB.

When the voiceover "Welcome back to the 83rd Academy Awards" rang out, the scene returned to the Oscar venue.

These hundreds of thousands of new viewers from all over the United States, along with the original audience, were surprised to see that Chen Nuo was not on stage, but had appeared in the aisle of the audience seating.

Sitting in the seat next to him was none other than Leonardo DiCaprio.

Chen Nuo was hunched over, as if he were listening to Leonardo speak.

But in reality, one could clearly see in the shot that Leonardo's mouth hadn't moved at all.

Immediately, Chen Nuo straightened up with a look of surprise, as if he had heard some outrageous request, shaking his head repeatedly and saying, "No, Leo, she can't; she has a bright future ahead of her, I can't introduce her to you, change your terms."

"Hahahahaha."

A roar of laughter erupted at the venue.

It was clearly a comedic skit.

However, Chen Nuo's affected, thief-guarding expression, combined with Leonardo sitting in his seat looking innocent... really had great comedic effect.

Chen Nuo looked at the camera and smiled, "Next, a female singer will take the Oscar stage for the first time. She is young, beautiful, tall, and she is the hottest star in the music world today, making Leonardo DiCaprio and countless young men across America dream of writing a *Love Story* with her."

"Please welcome, Taylor Swift!"

The camera turned to the stage.

In a gorgeous red dress, 21-year-old Taylor walked slowly from the left side of the stage, followed by a small string ensemble, as the stage background instantly switched to the silhouette of a medieval castle.

She held an acoustic guitar in her hands and gently plucked the strings; as the prelude to *Love Story* began, the audience erupted into enthusiastic applause and cheers.

Taylor smiled slightly, her clear voice beginning to sing: "We were both young when I first saw you..."

The stage lighting gradually changed to a warm gold, setting off the brilliance of her red dress, while the large screen behind her simultaneously played footage of a young couple running through a field, echoing the lyrics.

After Taylor finished singing and a 1-minute commercial break, it was his turn to announce again.

So Chen Nuo was very pressed for time.

He patted Leonardo on the shoulder, didn't say much, and quickly slipped over to sit in a seat by the aisle in the second row.

The person who had originally been sitting in this seat was the 94-year-old Kirk Douglas, who had already gone backstage with the help of his assistant, waiting to present the Best Supporting Actress award.

And after presenting the award in a moment, the old man would be leaving the venue.

At that time, this seat would be filled by a committee staff member.

But before that, according to the design, Chen Nuo would sit here to make announcements.

Sitting next to him was Hailee Steinfeld, who was nominated for Best Supporting Actress for *True Grit*.

The little girl was only 14 years old, wearing a pink puffy dress; truth be told, she was quite cute.

But that was also nonsense.

To be able to partner with Jeff Bridges in an A-list production from the Hollywood Big Six right out of the gate to vie for an award, she was absolutely one of the thousands of little girls selected from the flow of people gathering in the United States from all over the world, chosen from the best of the best.

To say one in a hundred thousand would not be an exaggeration.

Having a good appearance was the most, most, most, most, most basic quality.

However, Chen Nuo choosing her as his partner for the next announcement wasn't because of her looks.

Actually, the screenwriting team had originally chosen Amy Adams.

Regarding this, Chen Nuo really wanted to curse.

Inviting Kirk Douglas as a presenter was one thing; after all, the old man was 94 years old, and being able to come to the scene to sit for a while and stand up to present an award was indeed not easy. If they missed this time, there probably wouldn't be a next time.

But Amy Adams?

Sorry.

What happened to attracting young viewers?

Which young person would like an old auntie like Amy Adams?

They shouted slogans to the heavens, but when it came time to do things, they acted as if they had amnesia. Damn. Chen Nuo had gained a new layer of understanding of just how hidebound these people at the Oscars were.

In short, it was only after his reminder that the screenwriting team finally chose the young and cute Hailee Steinfeld as his female companion for this stage.

After Chen Nuo sat down, seeing the little girl's smile was a bit stiff, he comforted her, "Don't be nervous, you just need to keep smiling later."

"O-okay," Hailee Steinfeld said.

She felt her heart pounding, even more nervous than when she first filmed a movie.

At this time, a middle-aged woman with brown hair sitting on the other side of Hailee Steinfeld, who was Hailee's mother, leaned over and said earnestly, "Chen, thank you."

Chen Nuo smiled, "It's nothing."

While Taylor Swift was singing, Brian Cragg was eating a California navel orange.

His gentle and family-oriented Korean-American wife had peeled it and was feeding it to him one slice at a time.

It was full of juice, sweet with a hint of tartness, just like his good mood right now.

"At the time, there was a bit of pressure; after all, people in your country like him a lot. Headquarters was originally inclined to agree, but I refused."

"Oppa, you're so amazing, so manly."

Seeing his wife's loving gaze, Brian Cragg smiled proudly and said, "Actually, every mature business decision-maker would make the same choice as me. Because people might lie, but logic doesn't."

"A 3-million-dollar sponsorship fee, yet it can't buy any explicit brand exposure—no logo, no brand name, not even a slogan; such advertising investment has absolutely no guarantee of return from a business perspective."

"Logically speaking, this advertising fee absolutely shouldn't be spent. No matter who he is. Understand?"

The woman's gaze was practically worshipful, and she said coquettishly, "Brian~ you know so much."

"This is all basic," Brian Cragg said indifferently.

Afterward, the newlyweds' lips touched.

The one-minute commercial break passed in the tenderness of the two.

Afterward, the familiar voice came from the TV screen again: "Welcome back to the 83rd Academy Awards, live from the Kodak Theatre at Hollywood & Highland Center on ABC."

At this moment, Brian Cragg's peripheral vision seemed to see something; he sat up with a start, his forehead slamming into his wife's face, causing a scream.

Brian was also in pain, but he didn't even blink, staring straight at the TV, muttering, "Motherfucker, are you ever going to stop?"

On his home's 60-inch large screen,

Chen Nuo was sitting in a seat, reaching out and holding a white phone.

He said with a face full of smiles, "Hailee, smile."

The girl with a bun hairstyle sitting next to him smiled, looking very cute.

Afterward, one could see his finger skillfully tapping on the screen behind it.

"OK, very good, now you have your high school graduation photo."

It's no exaggeration to say that when Chen Nuo took a selfie with that piece-of-junk phone from their factory, Yu Chengdong felt his face flush red.

The entire Huawei conference room was silent as they watched the image on the projection screen.

It was all damn shame.

How could they not be ashamed?

The U8800 didn't have a physical camera button, so users could only take photos via the virtual shutter button on the screen.

So looking at that movement, one didn't know how many times Chen Nuo had practiced during this period to be able to accurately press the shutter with his index finger while facing away from the screen.

Yu Chengdong shook his head, "Colleagues, look at this image, remember this image. Engrave it deeply in your minds. Know shame and then be brave."

Amidst the laughter of the whole venue, Chen Nuo finished taking the group photo with Hailee, and then said to the camera, "Hailee Steinfeld beside me had a brilliant performance in *True Grit* and received a Best Supporting Actress nomination; she is 14 years old this year."

"Next, the actor who will present the Best Supporting Actress award is 94 years old this year."

"From 14 to 94, spanning 80 years of time, film connects the talents of different generations; I think this is where its charm lies."

The camera swept across; at this moment, everyone in the venue was applauding earnestly.

Amidst the thunderous applause of the entire venue, Chen Nuo said solemnly, "Let us welcome the best actor in the world, a living legend, the eternal Kirk Douglas."

When the whole venue stood up to applaud and welcome the 94-year-old man onto the stage, Chen Nuo walked quickly past the front of the first row and returned backstage.

Next, he could rest for about ten minutes.

Because after the Best Supporting Actress award was presented, a voiceover would introduce Harrison Ford to present the three Best Picture nominees for the night.

Afterward, the voiceover would also invite Justin Timberlake and his partner to present the Best Animated Feature and Short Film awards.

It was only after the commercials played after the animation awards were presented that he would need to return to the stage.

"Great job." Linda from the screenwriting team came over to hug him again and said, "Chen, your sense of rhythm and infectiousness are truly unparalleled."

"Thank you, Linda. Where is the stuff?"

"It's with me, here you go. Who are you planning to give it to later?"

"Let's see, whoever doesn't win an award, I'll give it to them."

Afterward, Chen Nuo sat on a chair in the break area and uploaded the photo he had just taken in triplicate to his FB, Weibo, and INS accounts.

Actually, logically speaking, Twitter was the most suitable social software for spreading it.

But who told him to be an FB person?

When he posted it, he looked at the previous few posts.

Currently, the one with the most retweets and comments was that stage selfie on FB from a while ago.

In about half an hour, there were over 500,000 likes and over 300,000 retweets, plus about 100,000 comments.

However, honestly, it didn't quite meet his expectations.

At the very least, the photo of Ellen DeGeneres from his past life, as far as he knew, had received 810,000 retweets within half an hour, over 1 million retweets within an hour, and caused the Twitter server to crash briefly.

Ultimately, it was retweeted over 3 million times globally within a few days, becoming the most retweeted post in Twitter history.

And Ellen DeGeneres didn't have a 30-million-follower account.

Sigh, it seems he still needs to put in more effort.

Chen Nuo sat for a minute, thinking about what to do, when he suddenly saw a tall red figure walking toward him.

"Hi, Chen."

"Hi Taylor."

"Can we talk alone?"

"Uh, sure, but be quick."

The two walked into a nearby dressing room. As soon as the door closed, Taylor Swift's expression changed, switching to a heartbroken look, and she said, "Chen, I just want to tell you, I miss you so much. Since that night, I've been thinking about you almost every moment. Just now, seeing you hosting, I even feel like I've fallen in love with you."

Chen Nuo was speechless.

If it were any other one-night-stand woman saying these sappy things, he might have had a headache, feeling like he was being clung to again.

But this one... hehe.

Anyone with even a tiny bit of understanding of the European and American music scene and this person's style of doing things knew what was going on.

This was clearly a case of having no inspiration for writing songs recently.

However, she was invited by him, so he couldn't just slap her and tell her to get lost, right?

He could only patiently say in a good-natured tone, "Alright, Taylor, don't be emotional. You and I, and Emma, is that clear? That was the last time; it was an impulsive act after we were drunk, it doesn't mean anything at all. You should go back quickly; by the way, your performance just now was excellent. Thank you."

"I..."

Taylor Swift said a few more things, and finally left with a sorrowful look.

Chen Nuo looked at her back, suddenly having an ominous premonition.

This woman felt like she had hypnotized herself.

Damn, wouldn't she really have some feelings and write some song to scold him?

Ten minutes later.

In the audience seating at the Oscar venue, Chen Nuo walked calmly in front of the first row, saying to the camera lens in front of him, "As everyone knows, each Oscar award will only have one winner."

"This is really cruel."

"Unlike other places. Perhaps you all know, I just had a case with two winners in China not long ago."

"Hahahahahahahaha!"

Suddenly, the whole venue burst into laughter!

Because Chen Nuo had been awarded a "double-yolk" Best Actor award, such interesting news had been spreading like wildfire on Twitter a while ago. How could these industry insiders sitting here not know!

Logically speaking, his words were a bit insulting to China.

But at this moment in China, there were countless people who didn't feel angry at all when hearing Chen Nuo say this. Principal Zheng Zhongjian, who had been watching the live broadcast from start to finish, even laughed out loud.

"So, to comfort those losing guests who came to the scene," Chen Nuo continued, "I've decided to give them a little comfort."

Chen Nuo walked to his spot, looked at a brown-haired woman in the first row, and said earnestly, "Amy Adams, very sad, right?"

A few minutes ago, the Best Supporting Actress award was ultimately taken by Melissa Leo from *The Fighter*; Amy Adams' mood was indeed a bit bad at this moment. But now, in front of the whole world, she could only smile and shake her head on the big screen.

"Don't pretend, come, I'll give you some comfort."

As he spoke, Chen Nuo pulled a stack of scratch-offs from his pants pocket, "I'll share a few lottery tickets with you."

The screen switched to Amy Adams' laughing-crying expression; the entire audience was amused and burst into laughter.

Chen Nuo said, "Quick, Amy, take them."

Amy Adams smiled helplessly and reached out to take the scratch-offs in Chen Nuo's hand.

Chen Nuo said earnestly, "I'll give you a coin, you scratch and see now. If you win 2 million, isn't that better than a Best Supporting Actress award? However, you have to share some money with me."

"Hahahahahahahaha."

Amidst another roar of laughter, Chen Nuo looked at the camera again, "Alright, now let us welcome presenters Javier Bardem and Josh Brolin." Chen Nuo didn't leave immediately; this time, two awards for Best Adapted Screenplay and Best Original Screenplay were to be presented, so there was plenty of time for the transition. He wasn't in a hurry.

"Amy, scratch quickly."

Amy Adams looked up in astonishment, "What, you really want me to scratch?"

Chen Nuo said with a serious face, "Otherwise? This is a lottery ticket I paid for; I don't want to see you go to claim the prize alone secretly on TV later."

"Hahaha." Amy Adams and her fiancé Darren Le Gallo both laughed.

Darren Le Gallo laughed and said, "Chen, you're really humorous, very interesting. I must find you for a drink at the banquet later."

Chen Nuo smiled and said, "Drinking can wait; by the way, are you hungry now?"

He wasn't just asking the two of them.

After the Best Adapted Screenplay and Best Original Screenplay awards, the Best Foreign Language Film was presented.

During another break in the awards, Chen Nuo returned to the audience aisle.

As he walked down the stairs, he smiled and greeted the stars and big names on both sides of the aisle.

"Hi, Harrison."

"Hi, Martin, how are you... Yes. I'm just walking around."

"Hello, Kate, you look beautiful tonight... Haha, thank you."

"Ms. Winfrey, good evening, it's a pleasure to see you."

The billions of viewers in front of their TVs didn't know what he was doing, and no one had ever seen such a relaxed and natural hosting style at the Oscar ceremony.

Chen Nuo's current appearance was completely like he was just visiting neighbors.

But every viewer was watching him with great interest, wanting to know what he was doing.

Was he really just walking around?

Up to now, actually, not everyone liked this hosting style.

For example, some conservatives and older viewers felt that such hosting was too jumpy and frivolous, somewhat inconsistent with the solemn tradition of the Oscars.

However, the vast majority of people felt that this year's Oscars were refreshing.

Chen Nuo's different announcement methods each time made people unconsciously look forward to it, wanting to know what tricks Chen Nuo would come up with next.

Therefore, when Chen Nuo was wandering around at this moment, there were over 30 million viewers across the United States watching to see what tricks he was up to.

Chen Nuo walked about five rows of seats, suddenly looking left and right, "By the way, are you hungry?"

"I think at this hour, some of you should be hungry..."

"Really, I really want to know, is anyone hungry?"

"Hahahahaha."

Many people were laughing, but no one responded at first.

Seeing this scene, in the control room, David Hill's hands were sweating again.

Under Chen Nuo's insistence, in order to pursue a realistic effect, this scene had not been rehearsed, nor were there any plants arranged.

If no one really responded, what would they do?

However, Chen Nuo wasn't worried.

Because he would bet that these people laughing, from Harrison Ford to Martin Scorsese, to Jeremy Renner and Michelle Williams, were all hungry.

Otherwise, why were they laughing?

He had lost count of how many award ceremonies he had attended; it had already been 1 hour since the start, how could these people who came on an empty stomach to walk the red carpet not be hungry!?

Sure enough, after a brief cold spell, someone from behind him shouted, "Chen, I'm hungry!"

Chen Nuo nodded and said, "OK, someone is hungry, right? I hope everyone is hungry. Because, I suddenly have a crazy idea..."

"I want to order pizza delivery."

Wow!

The whole venue was in an uproar.

Some people were applauding, but most people looked at him with skepticism, thinking he was telling a joke.

Chen Nuo smiled and said, "But before ordering delivery, I have to make sure someone will eat it; I don't want to waste food..."

Speaking of this, in the camera shot, Natalie Portman, who was sitting in the aisle next to him, had already raised her hand.

Chen Nuo smiled, "So, who wants to eat, if I order a pizza, does anyone want to eat? Raise your hand and let me see."

"OK, Natalie, you really should eat more. Jennifer, Harrison, good, and Martin, Oprah, you want some too? Good, OK, OK..."

The viewers in front of their TV screens were all amused at this time.

"Look at Jennifer Lawrence's expression... it's killing me."

"Hahahahaha, Harrison Ford raised his hand the fastest."

"Hahaha, Oprah looks like she's indeed hungry."

"Is Chen joking? He wouldn't really order pizza, would he? This is the Oscars!"

"Impossible, it must be a joke."

"Only a fool would believe him."

Chen Nuo counted the heads one, two, three, four, five, and made an OK gesture, "I say, how about two large pizzas? Is that enough for you to eat?"

"Hahahahaha."

The whole venue burst into laughter.

Most people, like the viewers in front of the TV, thought he must be joking.

Chen Nuo didn't look serious either, "Good, then I'm going to order pizza now. Now please welcome presenters Hugh Jackman and Nicole Kidman."

Whether it was the guests at the scene or the viewers in front of the TV, no one knew if he really went to order pizza.

In any case, when he appeared again, it was already more than ten minutes later.

He had suddenly changed into a white suit, looking fresh and handsome.

When he walked out from behind the curtain and stood at the host's position on the stage, before he had even spoken,

There were bursts of laughter in the venue.

Actually, in Mississippi, Ohio, Missouri, California, and in front of TVs across all fifty states in the US, there were countless people who, like the guests at the scene, couldn't help but curl their lips and smile when they saw him appear.

Chen Nuo looked down at his suit and said, "Yes, that's right, I went to change clothes; is there something dirty on it? What's wrong?"

"Hahahahahahaha!"

With just this simple sentence, the venue erupted into huge laughter.

David Hill turned his head and smiled, "Our host has conquered the audience."

Donna's eyes flickered, and she remained silent.

David Hill didn't mind.

He knew this wasn't because the woman still had any dissatisfaction with the man in her heart.

To be honest, even if she did.

But a minute ago, seeing the latest ratings he had just received in his hand, it should have vanished into thin air.

At this moment, the female producer should just be stunned by the unexpected ratings data.

Currently, the viewership of this year's Oscars had soared to 42 million, an increase of nearly 40% from the start, surpassing the 41.6 million of 2010. Among the Oscar ceremonies in the last decade, only the 46.5 million record of 2000 was still ahead.

However, the time that set the viewership record in 2000 was because of the unprecedented *Titanic*!

This time, what did they have?

They had no *Titanic*, no *Avatar*, no *The Dark Knight*.

They had nothing.

They only had an amateur host, and those selfies he posted on social networking sites.

Yet who would have thought?

Just like that, as if by magic, it directly attracted over 5 million young people aged 18-34 to sit in front of their TV screens to watch this long-winded Oscar ceremony.

And pizza.

These 42 million people wouldn't change the channel; they were still half-doubting, preparing to see if there would really be pizza!

David Hill didn't know what Oscar committee CEO Dawn Hudson was thinking at this time, or what Academy of Motion Picture Arts and Sciences President Tom Sherak was thinking.

However, David Hill felt that if it were him, at this time, he should start considering next year.

"... Let us welcome this presenter who needs no introduction from me, Brad Pitt!"

Looking at the image on the TV, Brian Cragg showed a sneer.

Given up?

Feel like it's useless?

Know it can't be saved?

This damn Chinese kid, it seems he has finally stopped his efforts.

The group photo posted just now once again didn't cause any big stir, so he should give up!

Fuck!

Now twenty minutes had passed, and seeing Chen Nuo hadn't made any new moves, Brian Cragg finally felt relieved.

And he finally had the mood to care about his wife, who had been hurt by him earlier.

"Honey, alright, I'm sorry. Does it still hurt?"

The woman lowered her head, silently wiping her tears.

A sad woman is of course not easy to coax, but Brian, as a mature man in his 50s, had plenty of patience.

After presenting the Best Sound Mixing and Best Sound Editing awards, he finally made the woman break into a smile through her tears.

"Are you serious?"

"Mm, of course, you go buy one tomorrow."

"Limited edition?"

"Of course, only a limited edition can match my... fuck! This motherfucker, son of a bitch, what the hell does he want to do!"

Brian Cragg, who had been in the midst of tenderness, suddenly caught a glimpse of the TV screen,

Suddenly, he jumped up in a rage, pushing the woman away heavily, and started ranting at the man on the TV; in the first instance, there was no telling how many profanities poured out like a machine gun.

Don't blame Brian Cragg for being so out of control.

Anyone who was messed with like this over and over again all night would lose their mental balance.

Still the same sentence, as a mature high-end business person, doing things requires logic!

But the person he saw tonight, he didn't follow logic at all!

He was doing it hard and live!

Once didn't work, twice; twice didn't work, three times!

Three times didn't work, this son of a bitch looked like he was going to push for a fourth time!

Is this a 3-million-dollar advertisement?

It's 300 million, right!

Brian Cragg was surprised by Chen Nuo's appearance this time, to the point of losing emotional control again, because he saw Chen Nuo walk into the middle of the audience aisle again, holding a phone in his hand, so he guessed he wanted to take photos again.

However, Chen Nuo was actually a bit surprised now too.

Why?

Because he changed aisles this time, from Harrison Ford and Martin Scorsese's side to Leonardo, Angelina Jolie, and Hailee Steinfeld's side.

Remember the seat next to Hailee Steinfeld earlier?

Yes, that was the one originally sat in by Kirk Douglas, but Kirk Douglas left after presenting the award.

Logically speaking, that seat should now be sat in by some staff member.

Now, sitting on it was not some staff member, but a blonde, orange-skinned old man.

Chen Nuo didn't know how Donald got from the second floor to the first floor, or how he chased away the staff and sat there himself.

Strange?

Of course strange.

But not strange?

It didn't seem strange either.

Various thoughts flashed through Chen Nuo's mind, and then he refocused his attention.

Because he had more important things to do now.

He had re-experimented backstage just now.

Actually, as long as you find a place with brighter light, don't take a selfie, but find someone to take it at a medium distance.

The crappy camera on this piece-of-junk phone could still barely take decent photos.

So, that was all there was to it.

Try again.

Otherwise, he was a damn copycat, and yet, up to now, he couldn't even break the original owner's record? That would really be losing all the face of a reborn person!

However, on such an occasion, who should he find to act as the photographer?

Chen Nuo thought about it, and there was no other way; for this kind of thing that damaged his image and wasn't very high-class, he could only find some acquaintance.

Thus, in Brian Cragg's near-bursting gaze, on his home TV screen, Chen Nuo said to someone beside him, "Leo, come help me take a photo."

"I want a group photo, let's see if we can break the retweet record."

"Who wants to come? Let's do something big."

"Angelina, Brad, come on. Jennifer, you come over too, let's take a photo together."

"Come, come, come, who else wants to come? Whoever wants to, come over."

"Shi Diwen, eon! Don't be shy."

"What is he doing?"

China, Shenzhen.

In the quiet Huawei conference room, someone asked.

Another voice said softly, "Should we quickly call President Yu and let him come back to see?"

Vice President Ding said, "Call him, hurry."

Yu Chengdong was very busy; when he received the call, he was already about to go out.

But after listening to the call, he basically didn't care about anything else, running all the way from the parking lot and taking the elevator back to the 16th-floor conference room.

When he pushed open the conference room door, panting, and saw the live broadcast image projected on the wall for the first time, he was stunned in place.

I saw in the image on the wall,

In the first row of that magnificent hall, many people were crowded together.

Yu Chengdong had spent quite a few days in Europe and America,

Among them, he could roughly recognize Angelina Jolie, Brad Pitt, Jennifer Lawrence, Amy Adams, Christian Bale, Nicole Kidman, Shi Diwen Spielberg, and others.

There were only about two people inside he didn't recognize.

One was a quite cute girl with black hair, who looked a bit cute when she smiled.

And another was a tall, burly old man with golden hair, squeezed in the corner, laughing like an idiot.

These dozen or so people were crowded together with that host in the white suit as the center, each one beaming with joy and unable to stop laughing.

Leonardo DiCaprio was opposite them, about two steps away, holding a very familiar piece-of-junk phone, gritting his teeth and pressing wildly on the screen.

"Is it done? OK, thank God, Leo, you finally know how to use a phone to take photos. You really should come down and learn properly, otherwise how can you keep up with the times?"

"Good, next, let us welcome..."

Amidst the laughter coming from the speakers, Chen Nuo was welcoming which presenter, Yu Chengdong didn't hear clearly.

Because at this moment, his mind was a mess, and he really didn't know what to do.

How can such kindness and affection be repaid?

PS:

Another 9,000 words!

Added 3,000 words to make up for the 300 monthly tickets!

(End of chapter) ===== CHAPTER 386 =====