Chapter 386: Tonight Will Be a Legend (10,000-word update, author is exhausted)

Just as Chen Nuo expected,

In the first row of the Kodak Theatre, where the stage lighting was brightest, keeping a proper distance to take photos with that piece-of-junk camera on Huawei's phone at this stage still performed acceptably.

At least, except for Robert Downey Jr. and *The Social Network* director David Fincher being squeezed into the corners and only showing half their faces, the appearances of the nine people in the middle of the photo could basically be seen clearly.

Including the entire smiling face of that handsome blonde old man, all were captured by the Huawei U8800's camera.

Chen Nuo wasn't surprised at all that this person would squeeze in to join the fun.

However...

Him squeezing in was really too bizarre, wasn't it?

Backstage, he handed the phone to Allison, the PR expert, and let her pick a suitable one from several photos to post to his accounts on several major social platforms.

Then, he didn't care anymore.

Could it really break the record?

He didn't know.

But he couldn't care less; for him, this matter had ended here. The award ceremony had just entered the second half, and there were still many things he had to do.

Chen Nuo could choose to slack off.

It was because he only received a 100,000-dollar hosting fee for the Oscar host position, and no matter how he did it, no one would criticize him.

But Brian Cragg, as the president of Samsung North America, had an annual salary of over 10 million dollars. This money, not to mention murder and arson, could at least let him abandon his wife and children.

His young wife had been deeply hurt by him for the second time and had run upstairs crying.

But Cragg didn't pay the slightest attention to it.

He looked at someone's FB account, staring blankly.

Just 5 minutes ago, this account posted the fourth update of the night.

A photo and a sentence.

The caption was simple: "This is a group photo of me and my friends at the Oscar scene; let's retweet it together and break the record."

Five minutes later, the retweet count had already exceeded 500,000.

5 minutes, 500,000!

Motherfucker, Brian Cragg knew that their Samsung account had never had a single update retweeted more than 5,000 times from start to finish!

500,000!

Regarding this number, Brian Cragg even felt that FB was changing the data in the background!

However, when he clicked open the comment section and flipped through it quickly, those completely different comments all indicated that this seemed to be really damn true.

"OMG! This photo is too exaggerated!"

"I swear, this photo will definitely go viral globally!"

"Leo's photography skills are really not good; Downey was squeezed into the corner, hahaha!"

"I retweeted! Let's break the record together!"

"The Oscars tonight are simply incredible; Chen, you brought a revolution."

"I want to apologize for my previous prejudice against you. Can you tell me if you really ordered pizza?"

"Retweet, retweet, break the record!"

"Chen's 30 million fans, let's act together!"

It could be seen that there were Chen Nuo's original fans, as well as passersby attracted by the previous selfie; in 5 minutes, over 100,000 comments had already accumulated!

Say it again, 500,000 retweets, 100,000 comments, and over 400,000 likes in five minutes; has such a thing ever appeared on any social networking site in history?

How far was it from breaking the record for the most retweets in history?

The answer came out quickly:

15 minutes.

In 15 minutes, on FB, the retweet count of this photo by Chen Nuo reached 1.2 million.

Breaking the record of 1.02 million retweets for the *Telephone* MV collaboration between Lady Gaga and Beyoncé in 2010.

ABC, NBC, CNN, CBS, BBC... all these European and American media, whether public TV stations or entertainment news networks, were all crazy!

"Chen Nuo's Oscar star group photo sweeps the internet, FB retweet count exceeds 1.2 million in 15 minutes!"

"A new social media record is born! Leonardo DiCaprio taking a photo of Chen Nuo and the stars triggers a global craze!"

"An unprecedented retweet record! The 2011 Oscars achieved a carnival wave on social media!"

"Leonardo DiCaprio behind the lens, Chen Nuo's group photo with Hollywood superstars creates a shocking miracle!"

"This is the fastest-spreading image in the world ever; a photo retweeted by millions in 15 minutes!"

These news reports were also a good thing for Brian Cragg; one must know that Samsung was the biggest sponsor of this year's Oscars.

But what made him feel like he had eaten shit was that below these news reports, people started to talk about another matter one after another.

"Which model is Chen's phone? Why haven't I seen it?"

"Neither have I, but I'm sure it's not an iPhone, nor is it a Samsung."

"Does anyone know?"

One, two, three, four...

When Brian Cragg saw more and more people starting to care about where that white phone came from, someone finally revealed the answer in the comment section with two short words, "China, Huawei."

At this moment, Brian knew he was really in trouble.

In the next meeting, he would definitely be forced to answer such a question:

Why did the headquarters invest heavily in betting on this year's Oscars for the sake of Chen Nuo hosting the Oscars? As a result, the key bet was blocked by you, this son of a bitch?

Thinking of the sarcastic and mocking appearance of those sharp-tongued South Koreans, Brian Cragg wanted to go upstairs and beat his Korean wife severely.

However, in another place in California, Mark Zuckerberg, who was also a married man, was happily hugging his Chinese-American wife after hanging up the phone, dancing a waltz to the accompaniment of the Oscar Best Sound and Best Sound Mixing nominee list playing on the TV.

"Oh, Mark, why are you so happy? Who called you?"

"The company. Honey, do you know? The traffic on our website tonight is simply crazy!"

"Oh? How crazy?"

"By a hair, our server almost didn't hold up! The active users on our platform increased by 45% tonight." Zuckerberg smiled.

"That much!?"

"Yes, yes, tsk tsk, I love the Oscars."

Priscilla blinked, "Mark, in this way, for those shares, you don't have to feel so pained, right?"

The joy on Zuckerberg's face slowly disappeared, and he said indifferently, "Let's see if he can come up with that much money in the end, because as far as I know, his movie has been delayed."

The long-winded Oscar ceremony had already reached the second half, and the time had already reached 8:40 PM.

In Missouri, the teenage girl Susan, who had just participated in the FB retweet, was standing on the sofa with her phone, jumping up and down excitedly, humming a disjointed self-composed tune: "Break the record, break the record, we broke the record~"

Her mother was a bit annoyed by the bouncing and threatened, "Stop, Susan. If you do this again, I'll turn off the TV."

"No, Mom! I want to keep watching!"

"Then you stop!"

"OK, OK!" Susan sat back on the sofa obediently, looking at the commercials on TV, and asked, "Mom, do you think Chen will really order pizza?" Susan was still thinking about Chen Nuo's joke from half an hour ago.

Her mother smiled: "Haha, do you think it's possible? Do you think Oprah would really eat pizza on TV? What are you thinking!"

"Alright, I just think, what if."

It wasn't just Susan and her mother; in fact, at this moment, there were thousands of American families having similar discussions.

And in the control room of the Kodak Theatre, the hand of the general director of this year's Oscars, David Hill, was sweating again.

He pressed the intercom button in his hand and asked, "Mike, has the pizza shop person arrived?"

Accompanied by the rustling sound of current, the response from the other side was quite fast: "He's here, David, he just arrived."

"What kind of person is it?"

"It's a young guy with red hair, he looks scared to death."

"Shit!" David Hill cursed, then asked, "Where's Chen?"

"He's communicating with that poor and lucky delivery boy."

"Oh? He's doing it himself?"

"Yes, it was originally mine, but Chen thought it would be better if he communicated; after all, they will both be on stage later."

"Then how are they communicating now?"

"It looks like there's no problem, Chen's English is very good."

"Motherfucker, am I asking you that?"

"Haha, just kidding David, don't be so nervous, I think it will go smoothly, relax."

"I hope so."

David Hill put down the intercom.

Donna Gigliotti beside him smiled and said, "Relax, David, didn't you also vote in favor when Chen advocated for reality?"

David Hill smiled bitterly and said, "Because it sounded really good; real pizza, real people, real reactions, everything is real. I'm a director, it's hard for me not to vote in favor of such an idea."

Donna said, "Since that's the case, then you should trust him. Don't be so nervous."

"I do trust him, but... please, Donna, your surprise a minute ago was no less than mine!! Now our audience number has reached 45.1 million! 45.1 million, only 1.4 million away from the 46.5 million of 2000; we have every possibility of creating history. At a time like this, how could I not be nervous? Who would have thought, Donna, did you think of it before the broadcast?"

Donna shook her head and said, "If you had said that before the broadcast, I would have thought you were under Chen's Oriental witchcraft. And now... I can only say, may God bless FB, bless Twitter, and bless China's Weibo."

"Hahaha, yes, that's it," David Hill laughed, but then his expression became solemn again, "1.4 million, breaking the record is right before our eyes. I only hope that lucky delivery boy can calm down."

Donna nodded and said, "Yeah, lucky delivery boy, I believe this should be the most magical pizza delivery he has ever made in his life. I'd like to see his expression now."

What's there to see?

William Gan felt that his complexion now should be about the same as a dead person's.

He was just a 21-year-old guy from Wisconsin; coming to LA to work was just because of his girlfriend.

Even not long ago, he had just broken up!

Nervous or something?

Can you blame him?

He was doing a job with an hourly wage of 8 dollars, but now he was about to step onto the main stage of the Oscar ceremony?

Who could have thought of such a thing?

You know, half an hour ago, he was just a pizza boy who had just walked out of the shadow of a breakup and had been delivering pizza all night.

As a result, just after delivering an order and returning to the shop, the cursing shop manager pointed at five boxes of pizza and told him to deliver them to the Kodak Theatre.

Their shop was very close to the Kodak Theatre, and the taste was good, so business had always been very good. On this Saturday night, their whole shop was busy, and there was no free time to watch TV or look at their phones.

Moreover, the Kodak Theatre was not unfamiliar to him; staff from there often ordered pizza from their shop.

So at that time, William Gan really just thought that perhaps the security personnel inside the Kodak Theatre were hungry and ordered pizza from their shop to eat. As for why they ordered so much, of course, it was because of the Oscar ceremony.

Of course, on the way to deliver the pizza by car, it wasn't that William Gan hadn't thought that he was going over at this time, and the award ceremony was in progress...

Perhaps, just perhaps.

Maybe he could see one or two stars?

William Gan had seen related news before, and he imagined those big stars at the ceremony right now.

If he had to choose...

"Leonardo DiCaprio," "Tom Hanks," or "Oprah Winfrey," anyone would do, and it would be enough for him to brag to other shop assistants for a long time.

Oh, and "Chen" would be good too, Emily liked him. If he chatted with her with some embellishments, she might agree to go on a date with him.

Of course, if he had the chance to take a look at Angelina Jolie, who had been his dream object since he was 16, that would really be the luckiest moment of his life.

Who could have thought, who could have thought?

When he arrived at the Kodak Theatre, after a rigorous body search and security check, he was confusedly carrying the five pizzas from their shop and arrived here!?

"Hey, William, what are you thinking about now?"

"Chen, I'm thinking, am I dreaming now?"

"Hahaha, you can think so. As long as you haven't forgotten how to distribute the pizza."

William Gan looked at the black-haired Chinese man beside him.

He swore that this must be the most handsome, kindest, and most humorous person he had ever seen in his life.

No wonder Emily was so obsessed with him.

William knew that the other party's purpose in joking was to make him relax a little.

He really wanted to too.

However, thinking that from the small shadow in front of him, walking past, less than three meters away, was the center of the billions of eyes focused on by the whole world right now.

William Gan could only lick his dry lips, unable to say a word.

Although he was comforting William Gan with his mouth, Chen Nuo was actually a little nervous at this time.

After all, the following process had not actually been rehearsed.

Whether there would be any unexpected events, no one knew.

However, with the countdown from the director on the scene in his earpiece, a feeling of extreme familiarity made his heartbeat slowly calm down.

"3, 2, 1."

"Action!"

In China, it wasn't just Huawei's conference room that was broadcasting the Oscars live.

Similarly, there was another private company that had obtained a firewall-crossing permit that day.

In the conference room of Huanxin, several newcomers just signed by the company were sitting there.

Yang Zi actually didn't really dislike the company organizing them to come over early in the morning to watch the Oscars together.

Because she believed that at least half of the dormitories at the Beijing Film Academy right now had their computers on, watching the live broadcast.

Or rather, what about the whole of China?

Just look at Sina Weibo now.

It had been a minute.

Sina Weibo had been in an error 403 state.

Yes, in 10-plus minutes, a Weibo post with over 900,000 retweets, who had ever seen that?

Not just them, the background staff of Sina Weibo probably hadn't thought of it either.

It directly multiplied the record of over 1 million in three hours created by the original owner on the Spring Festival Gala last year, completely reaching a level that left everyone stunned and unreachable, and finally made the Sina Weibo server unable to bear the burden and completely crash.

So, even if she arrived at the company to watch the live broadcast after 6 o'clock, she was a bit sleep-deprived, but Yang Zi was not dissatisfied.

What she was unhappy about was why the one surnamed Xiao was sitting next to her.

"It's here, it's here, it's here!"

When the image began to appear on the projection on the wall, the one surnamed Xiao couldn't help but shout again.

In the past hour or so, he had been in this state.

Exactly the same as that day, he was simply sick!

However, the sound coming from the speakers quickly attracted Yang Zi's attention.

It was still as relaxed and pleasant as ever, without a hint of nervousness.

Unfortunately, it was all in English, and she could only half-guess.

She didn't know if she had heard it wrong, but she heard the man saying.

"Don't rush... I'll help you take this... It's okay, you take that... I'll take this."

What does that mean?

Take what?

However, in the next second, she suddenly opened her mouth wide.

"Hahahahahahaha!"

Oscar scene.

At this time, laughter and applause rang out in one piece.

Because Chen Nuo was carrying a stack of paper plates and plastic knives and forks, leading a delivery boy in a uniform, and walked out from behind the curtain.

In the astonished and amused gaze of the audience and all of America and even the world, Chen Nuo smiled, "Hello everyone, your pizza is here! William, come, say hello to everyone."

William Gan's mind was blank; wherever he looked, there were familiar yet unfamiliar faces, and he felt his mouth moving, finally managing to say one word: "Hello."

"Sorry, William, I lied to you, we aren't going back backstage." Chen Nuo said.

The whole venue was filled with laughter.

"Alright William, follow me."

Chen Nuo led William Gan off the stage, came to the aisle, and asked, "I ordered four large pizzas, there are garden pizzas with tomato sauce, and also cheese ones. Whoever wants to eat, raise your hand quickly."

The most critical moment arrived, David Hill clenched his hands.

What he feared most was that no one would respond at this time. Just like Laura said in the meeting before, "Which big star would eat pizza at the Oscars!?"

And at that time, how did Chen answer?

The next moment, when David Hill saw many hands raised in unison.

Among them were Jennifer Lawrence, Natalie Portman, Harrison Ford, Martin Scorsese, not just those who said they wanted to eat before, but more.

He suddenly remembered Chen Nuo's answer.

He said: "That's because the Oscars don't have pizza." "I actually told Laura, I said only stars understand stars." Donna on the side seemed to have thought of the same thing as him, looking at the image on the monitor, muttering, "Look at them, they really look like they're starving."

That's right, in front of the eyes of the world's audience, Chen Nuo led the delivery boy and started distributing pizza.

"Come, James Franco, help me, I've never done this kind of thing like distributing pizza, you know, Chinese people don't eat pizza."

"Hahahahaha." The whole venue burst into laughter.

"Jennifer, here's a slice for you, what, you want a whole slice... OK, here you go, give them all some to eat."

"Brad, give Angie a slice, I know she's hungry, she gets hungry very easily. By the way, can you help me distribute the plates to them, thank you."

"Come on, Leo, you're not hungry? Are you sure? Alright, looking at your stomach I know you're indeed not hungry."

"William, do you have any favorite Hollywood stars? Now they are all here. Do you want me to help you get an autograph or something? Who do you like? How about Angelina Jolie? I'm quite familiar with her, I can help you ask. Do you know her?"

"No? You're sure? Alright... By the way, who has money? Come, give William some tips, okay?"

Amidst bursts of laughter, Chen Nuo looked around, "Scarlett, do you have any? You're so rich. Give William a little tip. He ran quite a lot of distance today."

"Hahahahahahaha." The whole venue burst into laughter.

Scarlett Johansson was furious; she was sure Chen Nuo did it on purpose!

Damn Ryan Lei Nuozi, damn Chen Nuo!

She cursed fiercely in her heart, but facing the camera, she could only show a bitter smile, spreading her hands innocently, "Chen, I didn't bring any money."

"Alright, it seems you didn't get much when you divorced before!"

Looking at Scarlett Johansson's embarrassed appearance, the laughter in the venue became even louder, and the viewers in front of the TV also laughed wildly.

Ryan Lei Nuozi, far away in New York in his apartment mansion, laughed while raising his beer and said, "Chen, my friend, I love you to death, cheers to you!"

Chen Nuo was indeed doing it on purpose.

In normal times, Scarlett Johansson, this famous rich woman, might not even care about tips of thousands or tens of thousands, but now, who the hell wears a low-cut evening dress to attend the Oscars and still carries a wallet?

Is there half a pocket on that Armani Privé silver dress?

Do you want to take money out of the cleavage!

It wasn't that he didn't know, but he just wanted to make Scarlett make a little fool of herself.

The reason?

Very simple.

Before, because his 120-million-dollar salary was exposed and he was scolded wildly across the US on Twitter, actually, there weren't many voices in Hollywood. Only two people stood up and publicly said he was wrong.

Scarlett Johansson was one of the two.

If anyone thought he had forgotten this, that would be a big mistake!

His memory was indeed not good, but it was magically good; he wouldn't forget people who had offended him for 20 years.

So, he personally designed this segment, and even left plenty of time for it!

In this segment, Scarlett wasn't the focus; after all, the woman only mentioned it during an interview.

And the one who accepted an exclusive interview with *Variety* and attacked his salary was someone else.

He looked incredulous and said, "Scarlett doesn't have any money, what to do... Oh, I know!"

He slapped his forehead and shouted, "Harvey, where is Harvey Weinstein?"

"Hahahahahahahahahahaha!"

This time, the laughter almost blew the roof off the Kodak Theatre.

Everyone was laughing, even William Gan!

Because every one of them knew that there was a good show to watch now.

"OK, found you, you actually sat over there, Harvey."

"Leo, help me distribute the pizza, I'll go find Harvey Weinstein to help William get some tips."

"Hahahahahahaha!"

Another burst of laughter.

At this time, from China to the United States, there were countless people laughing heartily.

It could be said that the whole world couldn't help but laugh into a group; it was estimated that only Harvey Weinstein couldn't laugh.

But the camera was pointed directly at his face, and he had to laugh; looking at his appearance, the laughter at the scene became even louder!

"Harvey! Why are you hiding here?" Chen Nuo stepped toward the back rows, "This is not your style."

"Ah hahahahahahaha!"

"Just lost two million to me, you, you wouldn't have run over because you heard I was looking for you for tips, right?"

Chen Nuo was absolutely riding his face and opening his big move; seeing Harvey Weinstein's fat face turn into the color of a pig's liver, Chen Nuo felt like he had drunk a cup of ice water in the dog days of summer, feeling extremely refreshed.

Not just him, there were quite a few people laughing into a group at the scene at this time.

The atmosphere at the scene was truly enthusiastic.

*The King's Speech* was unstoppable tonight; up to now, it had already won several technical awards. And for the later Best Actor and Best Picture, it was still a big favorite. In this situation, who felt comfortable?

Seeing Chen Nuo come to find Harvey's trouble at this time was simply satisfying!

Even a big shot like Steven Spielberg, who rarely asked about world affairs, couldn't help but squint his eyes behind his round glasses.

"What, you only have 20 dollars for me?!"

Chen Nuo walked to Harvey, seeing the money Harvey handed over, he deliberately didn't take it, letting Harvey's hand and that crumpled banknote hang in place.

"No way, Harvey, haven't you always been generous with the Oscars? 20 dollars?"

At this time, everyone was laughing like crazy!

But Harvey Weinstein was almost exploding with anger at this time.

His brother Bob Weinstein sat beside him, handed over 100 dollars, and whispered, "Harvey, give it to him!"

Chen Nuo caught a glimpse of it with sharp eyes and immediately smiled, "Wow, what did I see, Bob is lending money to Harvey; Harvey seems to really have no money."

The whole venue laughed loudly.

Refreshing! Too refreshing!

Christian Bale, who had been robbed of the Best Supporting Actor award by *The King's Speech* earlier, wanted to stand up and look over there, directly sticking his finger into his mouth and whistling.

And on Twitter, TMZ, which had always been the fastest, had already sent a tweet: "Breaking news: Chen Nuo is carrying out a bloody massacre against Harvey Weinstein at the Oscar ceremony. OMG, the scene is already crazy!"

"Damn, what did I miss, I'm going to watch it right now!"

"What!!!"

"My God, I'm still at the bar, what to do!?"

"I knew it!" a French message said, "Looking at Roman Polanski still hiding in the countryside of the Andes, I knew this Chinese kid was definitely not to be messed with!"

Indeed, Chen Nuo had just entered the state at this time.

He made a difficult look, "Harvey, why didn't you tell me earlier?"

"Hahahahahahahaha!"

"No wonder I saw you've lost weight."

"Hahahahahahahahahaha!"

"Forget it, keep that 20 dollars. After the award ceremony, remember to go buy a McDonald's Big Mac to eat. I'm leaving."

Laughed to death, really laughed to death!

I don't know how many stars and big names at the scene laughed until tears came out at this time.

Harvey Weinstein swore at this time that if he had a shotgun in his hand, he would definitely blast that sharp-tongued Asian face hard!

The 20 dollars in his hand was crumpled into a ball by him.

"Calm down, calm down Harvey." Bob Weinstein looked at his appearance and comforted him quickly.

He knew Harvey had always had bipolar disorder, but what kind of occasion was this? If he did something at this time, their Weinstein Films would all be implicated.

Although Chen Nuo turned around, his attention had always been on the back.

Feeling that Harvey Weinstein didn't make a move like a boxing champion, he felt a little regret in his heart.

What a pity.

If this sexual harasser with mental illness really made a move, it would be great. At that time, he wouldn't just take the beating like Chris Rock; he had a million ways to make this guy make a big fool of himself.

Since that was the case, let's continue hosting.

Actually, from the start of distributing pizza, Chen Nuo was all improvising.

At this time, he saw a blonde fat man, and without thinking, he shouted with surprise, "My God, who did I see?"

When the big screen switched to a certain orange face, the whole venue burst into laughter again.

"Thank God, finally, I saw a real rich man at the Oscar ceremony!"

In the control room, David Hill laughed wildly while saying to Donna, "This guy is really a genius, right? He is simply the Asian version of Chris Rock or Ellen DeGeneres!"

Donna was also laughing, "Although I think his joke was a bit too much for Harvey, but... alright. What is the current rating?"

"Don't know, the data hasn't been transmitted yet, but I have a premonition, really, breaking the record might be right around the corner!"

At the Oscar scene, Chen Nuo was really completely immersed at this time.

At this moment, he was a big-mouthed talk show comedian.

He didn't care if he was overtime or not.

He was the damn host, not the winner.

This was his privilege!

At worst, everyone will speed up the progress in the second half.

He looked at Tang Tang Nade's somewhat embarrassed appearance and said in astonishment, "What, you don't have any money either?"

Then he calmed down, "I understand, your butler didn't follow you, right?"

"I know, real rich people don't carry money themselves."

At this time, the big screen at the scene switched back to Harvey Weinstein again.

Obviously, the director was hinting that Chen Nuo's completely different attitude toward the two people was him settling a personal score in public.

However, this made the laughter at the scene even louder.

Afterward.

"Hailee Steinfeld!! Ladies and gentlemen, Hailee Steinfeld helped us out! Just now she took two hundred dollars from her mother's hand and gave it to me!"

Wow!

The whole venue was in an uproar.

Looking at the little girl on the big screen with blushing cheeks, applause rang out like thunder.

"Alright, everyone, I think you all owe Hailee a favor."

Hailee Steinfeld's mother was excited beyond measure.

When she gave the money, she didn't think too much, just felt that 200 dollars in exchange for a close-up shot was worth a thousand times over.

But now...

Hailee Steinfeld was the same.

American little girls were always precocious; looking at Chen Nuo's eyes at this time, it was already a bit wrong. Completely dare not write anymore.

Chen Nuo took the money and smiled, "Thank you, 200 dollars, after the small tax is deducted, there is still 160. I think William should be satisfied."

"Tip tax, I can't believe there is such a thing." Chen Nuo shook his head while walking toward the other side where William Gan was.

Walking halfway, he suddenly remembered something, turned his head and said, "Tang Tang Nade, if you become the Great President in the future, can you cancel the tip tax?"

"Hahahahaha." The whole venue laughed again.

47.4 million!!!

This was the final viewership number attracted by the pizza distribution segment.

Similarly, this astonishing number was also the peak viewership of this Oscar ceremony. It broke the Oscar viewership record that had been sealed for ten years!

Making the big ship of 2000, *The Dark Knight* of 2007, and *Avatar* of 2010, these Oscar big years, all pale in comparison before it.

In other words, nearly a quarter of Americans witnessed the scene where Harvey Weinstein was red-faced and ashamed under Chen Nuo's teasing.

This also destined that this scene would be repeatedly mentioned no matter how many years later!

This made Harvey Weinstein, the big winner of this Oscar, in the end, even when he held up the ultimate award for Best Picture, after stepping off the stage, there was not a hint of a smile on his face.

"Bob, you go back and help me check if there is any problem with that real estate developer."

"What? Harvey you..."

"It's okay, don't worry, I won't act rashly, I just want to understand."

That's right, he not only hated Chen Nuo to the bone now, but even more so, he hated the others who appeared after that scene, a certain blonde fat man and a black-haired little girl, all together.

However,

It seemed that except for Harvey Weinstein, everyone who participated in this feast was beaming with joy after the ceremony ended.

Whether they were losers or winners.

When Chen Nuo walked onto the stage at the end of the award ceremony, amidst the celebration of *The King's Speech* team, and announced cleanly, "Thank you everyone, this year's Oscars end here."

Surprisingly, many people didn't rush to leave to attend the party, but walked over to chat with him.

Although Jennifer Lawrence returned empty-handed, when Chen Nuo walked off the stage, she was the first to rush up, first giving him a big hug, and said with a smile, "Chen, you're amazing!"

"Haha, thank you."

"I like you very much, can you give me an autograph?"

"Then can you give me one too?"

"Hahahahaha."

Immediately after, the Best Actress winner of the night, Natalie Portman, also walked over with her big belly, took the golden statue trophy, and performed a cheek-kissing ceremony with him, "Thank you, and thank you for your pizza, you made me not so hungry."

"It's my honor."

"I've never laughed so happily. I hope there will be a chance in the future for us to really act in a scene together."

"Alright, I hope so too. By the way, Natalie, can I touch the trophy?"

"Haha, Chen, you're still so humorous, come, don't touch the wrong place, this is my belly, this is my trophy."

"Hahahahaha, I won't, if that were the case, your husband should rush up and punch me."

"It was fun chatting with you, it's a pity I won't attend the Vanity Fair party, goodbye."

"Alright, goodbye."

Natalie left, Brad Pitt and Angelina Jolie also walked over; Brad said "Congratulations" and then stood aside to chat with the Best Actor of the night, Colin Firth.

Angelina smiled and kissed his cheek, saying, "I have a feeling that tonight will be a legend, mentioned by people for many years to come."

"Thank you, I'm glad you had fun." After finishing, he glanced at Brad Pitt and lowered his voice, "Hey, you look beautiful tonight."

Angelina Jolie blinked and also lowered her voice, "Later, the bathroom at the end of the left side on the second floor."

"OK."

The superstar couple left with different thoughts; Hailee Steinfeld and her mother also squeezed over.

The little girl blushed and whispered, "Thank you, Chen, I... I'm really happy."

Her mother excitedly held Chen Nuo's hand, "You gave Hailee an unimaginable opportunity, thank you!"

To be honest, if Chen Nuo said he was helping, it was truly an unintentional act.

However, Hailee Steinfeld's performance in *True Grit* did indeed make him see a little girl with a bright future, and he just had a bit of a good impression.

The mother and daughter left, and Chen Nuo also prepared to go backstage to remove his makeup.

But Tang Tang Nade's family of three walked over.

Upon meeting, Old Tang grinned and said, "Chen, you teased me for having no money just now, I've remembered it! However, well done, really well done!"

Chen Nuo laughed, "Although I said you had no money, I also wished you to become the Great President of the United States, didn't I?"

Tang Tang Nade grinned and said, "Haha, thank you, but I'm an independent person now, I don't have that plan."

After Chen Nuo performed the ceremony with his wife and daughter.

Old Tang suddenly said triumphantly, "Chen, do you know, I have already received an invitation to the White House Correspondents' Dinner at the end of April."

"Oh? Really?"

"Yes." Tang Tang Nade leaned his head over and whispered in his ear, "You know about my affairs a while ago, right? I think he's guilty; he wasn't born in the United States. This time he took the initiative to call me, I think he wants to make a deal with me. Do you have any suggestions?"

Chen Nuo looked at Tang Tang Nade; he certainly wouldn't think that this "Mr. Art of the Deal" was really asking him.

According to his understanding, Old Tang probably saw that he was a bit glorious now, showed off a bit in front of his wife and daughter, so he deliberately used this matter to stimulate him.

It's just that,

Recalling some things that happened at this press conference in his previous life, Chen Nuo couldn't help but laugh, "How about you mention the tip tax to him?"

"Hahahahaha." Tang Tang Nade laughed loudly, "Chen, you are really, really very interesting, very interesting, I like you very much!"

PS:

Thanks to book friend "Reading in Boredom" for the reward the day before yesterday!

10,000-word big update, forced myself to finish writing the Oscars.

I didn't check, there might be typos, lack of smoothness, etc. Wait for me to rest and then change it.

But speaking of which, April Fool's Day typos, no need to change, right?

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