Chapter 387: Go for it, young man! Oh no, you

February 28, 2011, 8:13 AM Pacific Time, USA.

Chen Nuo woke up in the spacious big bed at the Hilton Hotel.

Alone.

Last night he might have had over eight hundred opportunities to not be alone, but he ultimately chose to be alone.

Damn it.

Thinking about it now, Chen Nuo had to admit that he still regretted acting so pure.

Refused Leonardo's invitation to continue the party, refused Emma Stone's call, refused Ivanka's text, refused Mila Kunis's hint, refused Anne Hathaway's suggestion to go drink somewhere else...

Grass!

No, why, what are you thinking?

When everyone was celebrating, why act so pure, Chen Nuo.

Chen Nuo was filled with regret for a moment, wanting to slap himself twice.

Chen Nuo forced himself to close his eyes again, wanting to take a nap,

But opened them again after a while.

The Oscar ceremony, which had been busy for two months, was over.

He found that he was actually a bit unaccustomed to it for a while.

Clearly his biological clock was still stuck at waking up at 8 o'clock, but he didn't need to wake up at 8 o'clock anymore.

What to do?

Can't sleep, and there's no breast to touch.

Chen Nuo decided to lie in bed and scroll through his phone first, just like everyone else.

He was quite curious about what kind of evaluation the outside world would have for the Oscar ceremony he hosted today on social media...

Fart.

Curious my ass.

He wasn't curious at all.

He actually just wanted to see how those media and viewers were praising him.

Although he hadn't had time to go online himself, whether it was the feedback he got from Allison last night, the data reported to him by the director team, or the treatment he received at the Vanity Fair party—Steven Spielberg and the Coen brothers and such people couldn't possibly be flattering him—he had a number in his heart about his reputation in the media today.

Hehe!

Clicking on his phone, sure enough.

First was Twitter.

Good guy, his phone screen was full of heated discussions about the Oscars last night.

A report headline from *The New York Times* was clearly visible: "Chen Nuo Redefines the Oscars: Pizza, Group Photos, and the Carnival of 47.4 Million Viewers," calling him the "most subversive host in Oscar history," praising him for breaking the rigid tradition of the award ceremony with reality and humor, "Chen Nuo not only made Hollywood stars eat pizza, but also made global viewers crazy, and his impromptu interaction and social media strategy made the Oscars look brand new."

*The Los Angeles Times* wrote: "From Jennifer Lawrence to Natalie Portman, from Leonardo DiCaprio to Martin Scorsese, Chen Nuo made everyone the focus, and his hosting made the 83rd Oscars the best in a decade. On this night, except for Harvey Weinstein, everyone was well taken care of by him."

There was also *The Hollywood Reporter*, with the headline: "Chen Nuo Makes the Oscars Younger: 47.4 Million Viewers Hit a Ten-Year High, Teenagers Become the Main Force of Viewership!"

The article wrote: "The average viewership of this year's Oscars reached 41 million, with a peak of 47.4 million, breaking the 46.5 million record of 2000. Nielsen data shows that young viewers aged 18-34 accounted for as high as 38%, an increase of 25% from last year, hitting a ten-year high. The pizza segment and social media interaction (#nuohchenoscars trended #1 globally for eight hours) successfully attracted the younger generation, giving the ancient Oscars new vitality."

Scrolling down, the entertainment media TMZ even posted three tweets with different themes:

"Harvey Weinstein is furious! After the award ceremony, he didn't say a word to reporters; according to informed sources, at the Vanity Fair party, Harvey Weinstein was treated coldly and left halfway."

"Pizza shops are becoming popular! Shop owner: Since last night, orders have been too many to take! Thanks to Chen Nuo, thanks to the Oscars! Delivery boy William Gan became famous overnight, TMZ exclusive interview: William said 'I still think I'm dreaming until now, the only regret is not taking a group photo with Angelina Jolie.'"

"Last night's selfie retweet craze swept the globe. Where did the mysterious phone Leonardo DiCaprio used to take it come from? TMZ exclusively decodes it for you."

Clicking open the comment section of TMZ, Chen Nuo read for two glances and couldn't help but laugh out loud proudly.

"Chen Nuo is absolutely a genius at telling jokes! I laughed until my stomach hurt yesterday!"

"The pizza segment was too real, I've never seen this kind of scene, I watched it five times repeatedly later!"

"This Chinese kid is too good at making trouble, the Oscars have never been this lively!"

"Finally, there's an Oscar ceremony that knows what we young people are thinking, #chen's'oscars I brushed it all night!"

"Chen Nuo is too magical, Jennifer Lawrence laughed so happily in that group photo, I love that photo, they look like a big family."

After reading Twitter, Chen Nuo clicked on Facebook.

Found that group photo update posted last night.

When Allison separated last night, she told him the retweet count had reached 4.2 million.

Now, after one night, good guy, the data of that update of his had soared to over 6.5 million retweets, over 5 million likes, and the comment count exceeded 1 million; without a doubt, this was the absolute peak of interaction on Facebook ever.

Chen Nuo stared at the 9999+ new messages on his account for a while; no matter how he thought about it, he felt that this record should take another five or ten years to be broken.

This was really not something he could do with his own power alone.

Not only did it need the right time and place, but it also needed a Leonardo DiCaprio to hold the phone for you.

Just like many comments now called this photo "Ocean's Eleven," even though there were clearly only 11 people in the photo.

He then opened his Sina Weibo and found the one he posted last night.

When he looked at it last night, the retweet count should have been over 1 million. Now, after one night, the retweet count had exceeded 3 million.

Of course, it was much worse than FB.

But placed in China?

It could only be said that those people at Tencent and NetEase, why don't they hurry up and withdraw from the competition, what the hell are they still thinking about!? Mantis arm blocking the chariot, overestimating their capabilities.

Chen Nuo wouldn't look at the domestic comments.

Although he also understood that those were nicknames, a way for people to express their love for him.

However, seeing the whole screen full of "Brother Nuonuo Brother Nuonuo," as a big man, he really couldn't stand it. Even Pan Chengrong didn't call him that much anymore.

But he still couldn't say it; saying it would probably only be counterproductive.

So, let it be.

Finally, there was Instagram.

His account that had just been opened had only received 200,000 likes and 30,000 comments so far. However, he had gained over 200,000 followers overnight, which was not bad.

Although it was nearly half less than Justin Bieber's 600,000, who had the most followers on INS currently, and also 100,000 less than Kim Kardashian. But Chen Nuo didn't care about this now.

Because the current INS was nothing.

So, Zuckerberg opposed him opening an account on Twitter, but turned a blind eye to INS.

But who would have thought.

In less than 10 years, INS would become a super social software with over 1 billion registered users.

Since Weibo and Facebook had opinions about him opening an account on Twitter. Then his other place to settle down in the mobile internet era could only be INS.

Take it slow.

Thinking of the surging winds and clouds of the next ten years, Chen Nuo couldn't help but feel emotional.

Today was his 25th birthday, and he had been reborn for nearly seven years.

In these seven years, he had done quite a few things, but for the future, it seemed there were still many things that needed him to do.

Perhaps it was like this for any reborn person; time was always exceptionally precious to them.

If other actors were at his age, in his position.

Filming a movie every year or two would be considered a model worker!

How could it be like him?

After the Oscars ended, after just resting for one night, his thoughts involuntarily turned to James Pritzker's new movie again. He would audition the heroine the day after tomorrow. He didn't know what kind of people James Pritzker had chosen now.

Chen Nuo knew that he had such a change because his development plan for the future was different now.

In the past, he didn't have much ambition, thinking that after 2016, he would return to China to develop.

Whether filming comfortably or doing whatever, in short, let those people in Huanxin 2015 make money for the company, and he would lie flat.

That could naturally be easy.

But after meeting Allison, after listening to the woman's analysis, his thoughts were different.

However, Allison didn't know the future, but he did.

If he really wanted to remain immovable ten years later, no matter how the national situation changed, it wouldn't be that simple.

Even saying, when the time came, he wanted to use his influence to do some things and change some things... then everything he possessed now could only be said to be a beginning.

He must become bigger, stronger, and more impossible to ignore.

In a word, the revolution hasn't succeeded yet, and comrades still need to work hard.

However, fortunately, he had made a very good start now.

Go for it, young man!

Oh no, you're a proper youth now.

Almost at the same time Chen Nuo woke up, in a small office in San Francisco.

A brown-haired man in his 30s waved the fax he had just received excitedly, walked quickly to a blonde man of about the same age, and said loudly, "Kevin and the others agreed!"

Blonde Kevin was originally frowning, staring intently at the computer screen; hearing this, he suddenly raised his head, a flash of surprise in his eyes, and asked, "Mike, you said they agreed?"

Mike nodded forcefully and repeated, "Yes! A valuation of 30 million dollars, they agreed."

Kevin was stunned, the joy on his face slowly faded, he leaned back slightly, leaned against the back of the chair and was silent for a while, muttering, "... Mike, why do you think this is?"

Mike smiled, "Kevin, could it be because they think you and I look particularly handsome."

Kevin rolled his eyes.

Seeing this, Mike put away his joking expression, his expression became serious, "Kevin, relax a bit. Actually, we both know the reason, don't we?"

"Yeah."

The air in the office was quiet for a while.

Mike walked gently to the window, looked out the window, turned his head and asked, "... What are you thinking, Kevin?"

Kevin didn't answer, also stood up and walked over, standing side by side with him, and asked back, "What about you, what are you thinking?"

"I'm thinking, facts have proven that it was correct for us to be deadlocked with Benchmark Capital and the others on the Series A financing."

"Yep."

"Actually, we had already decided to agree to their valuation of 25 million dollars at that time, why did we change our minds in the end?"

"Perhaps it was because on that day, we noticed someone came to our software to open an account?"

"So on that day, we thought we should have underestimated ourselves a bit."

"Yes."

Mike took a deep breath, his expression became more serious and said, "Facts have proven that we were not wrong; look at what happened last night, just on our software, the #nuochenoscars tag was used 200,000 times..."

He paused, looking at Kevin with burning eyes, "So, Kevin, I have an idea. Do you remember how FB accelerated its success at the beginning?"

One of the founders of Instagram, Kevin Systrom, frowned slightly, holding his chin with his right hand, thinking for a moment, and said, "I know... but, wouldn't it be too sudden? And, his relationship with the Facebook side, and their contract... I'm not sure if this is feasible. I feel he is very loyal to Mark Zuckerberg. Don't forget, they also seemed to have discussed an equity participation agreement before."

Mike Krieger, who was a co-founder, said indifferently, "Screw it, we have to try, right?"

... Chen Nuo didn't sleep much, waking up after 9 o'clock.

During this time, he also replied to many birthday blessing texts he received.

Truth be told, although Chen Nuo basically didn't care about anything, his aesthetic concept was still quite Oriental; it was okay for white women to let him taste something fresh occasionally, but if he really wanted to say he couldn't forget, Chinese, Japanese, and Korean were still more attractive to him.

Replying and replying, thinking of the female friends with different flavors on the other side of the text... Damn! No way, this 25-year-old body is still too fierce.

Get up!

Since there was nothing to do today, he called Linghu and Allison to go see his house together.

The Beverly mansion he bought for 8.8 million dollars had already completed the transfer procedures in late January.

Afterward, he contacted a local high-end renovation company in Los Angeles through a real estate agent to redesign and renovate some parts of the interior. The renovation project ended a few days ago, and he hadn't had time to inspect it, so since he was free today, he would go see the results.

At 10:30 AM, Chen Nuo, Linghu, and Allison set off from the Hilton Hotel and headed to Beverly Hills.

The morning in Los Angeles was bright and sunny, the breeze carried a hint of coolness, palm trees and mansions stood outside the car window, and the air was filled with the lazy atmosphere unique to California.

Chen Nuo sat in the back seat, wearing sunglasses, holding a Starbucks latte, chatting with Allison about the Oscars last night in a good mood.

"Chen, this is absolutely the craziest thing I've seen in my 25 years in the industry. It far exceeded my original expectations. I didn't sleep well all night last night, I was too excited."

"Hahahahaha."

"However, fame will eventually pass; now you still lack something to prove yourself."

"Allison, I know, you don't have to whip me every moment. I will work hard for your bonus."

"Hahahahaha, Chen, I don't mean that, but... do you need me to help you contact Mr. James Pritzker?"

"You!"

"Haha, just kidding. Today is your birthday, Chen, I won't be that cruel. Enjoy your rare vacation life."

Chatting and chatting, they arrived at the place before they knew it.

Real estate agent William was already waiting at the door; the middle-aged white man was still wearing a crisp suit, his hair was meticulous, his face hung with a professional smile, holding a stack of documents in his hand, seeing Chen Nuo get off the car, he greeted him diligently and opened the back door for him.

The first sentence was actually: "Mr. Chen, happy birthday!"

Damn!

If it weren't for the language barrier, Chen Nuo would have wanted to invite him back to train the sales ladies in Chen Bi's real estate project, to see how people provide service. Who said Americans were unrestrained?

Afterward, Chen Nuo followed William into the gate of his Beverly Hills mansion.

The renovation took 6 weeks and cost about 1.5 million dollars; the final result... with a renovation fee of 10 million RMB to renovate a house, what kind of result could there be?

That was naturally good, everything was good.

As soon as he entered the door, the spacious hall came into view.

The walls were changed to pure white, matched with large floor-to-ceiling glass windows, the sunlight shone in, and the whole space was bright and transparent. The floor was changed from the original dark oak to light gray marble, appearing more refreshing.

Afterward, he looked at the kitchen, master bedroom, guest bedroom, and backyard, basically checking every area that had been renovated carefully.

Including a guest bedroom, he specifically asked for a surround sound system and a huge projection screen to be installed, transforming it into an audiovisual room, where the equipment and renovation alone cost him 150,000 dollars, plus soundproof walls and custom leather seats, the whole thing was close to 200,000 dollars. Allison tried playing a segment of *Waterloo Bridge* on DVD, and the effect was quite good, a well-deserved private cinema.

Looking at it overall, Chen Nuo was very satisfied. Although there were some flaws, they weren't big problems, and he pointed them out; William noted them in his notebook, saying they could be done within a few days.

Including the security issue he cared about most.

"The latest ADT security system, including installing gate surveillance cameras and fingerprint door locks according to your requirements, including 24-hour infrared sensors, covering the perimeter of the house, garage entrance, and backyard."

William smiled confidently and said, "As long as there is any abnormality, the system will immediately alarm and directly contact the nearest police station and private security team, with a response time of no more than 5 minutes."

Just as he finished speaking, a red Ferrari drove over and stopped at the garage entrance.

But Chen Nuo didn't hear any alarm.

It was just a few seconds later, the car door opened, and Charlize Theron walked out.

"... Chen, that's how it is, I really, really want to participate in this movie, after hearing William say you were coming to see the house today, I came over presumptuously."

"I know I can do it, I can play any role, no matter what it is."

"I gained 30 pounds for *Monster*, wore fake teeth, played a serial killer, I played a miner who was sexually harassed in *North Country*, I can do all of it."

"I just need a chance."

Chen Nuo looked at the woman in front of him.

Charlize Theron, a globally recognized sex symbol, 35 years old this year, just finished filming that Dior J'adore perfume commercial that made her famous worldwide last year.

In the commercial, she took off her jewelry and clothes while walking toward the camera; that strong, aggressive image became the sexual enlightenment in the hearts of countless young men born in the 90s in China.

However, it was a pity.

The heat brought by the commercial couldn't cover up her awkward situation in Hollywood.

After winning the Oscar for Best Actress for *Monster* in 2003, Charlize Theron was once regarded as the most potential strength-based actress in Hollywood. Two years later, *North Country* won her another Oscar nomination.

But afterward, her choices always seemed to be a bit short.

*Aeon Flux* was a box office failure, the reputation collapsed, and it was criticized as a "bad movie with only special effects." The 2007 and 2008 films *In the Valley of Elah* and *The Burning Plain* and others had box office and influence that were not satisfactory.

Even worse, she was 35 this year.

Like the internet giants in China, Hollywood was not friendly to people aged 35.

Leonardo's half-joking statement when looking at the house earlier actually reflected the general view of insiders in Hollywood on her current situation:

Charlize Theron was not only trapped in an economic crisis, but also needed a work that could prove herself again, otherwise she might be gradually marginalized by Hollywood.

However, what did this have to do with him?

Chen Nuo was really confused.

He said earnestly, "Ms. Theron, I believe in your ability. You're right, I am indeed preparing to star in a new movie. However, I'm not the director, let alone the producer; I'm just an actor. Did you find the wrong person?"

"I didn't. I have already talked to director James Pritzker on the phone. I will participate in his audition."

"Oh? This has something to do with me?"

"Yes." Charlize nodded without hesitation, "I know, when the time comes, you will also be there, I need your help, Chen. For this, I can pay anything."

The breeze blew.

This woman, indeed, was as powerful as in the commercial.

She stood in the backyard of the Beverly mansion, the sunlight shone on her wheat-colored skin, the light gray polo shirt outlined her still tight figure, and her height of 1.77 meters made her look taller than most men. Her blonde hair fluttered gently in the breeze.

"Anything," Charlize Theron repeated.

Chen Nuo really didn't expect that he would have the opportunity to sexually harass Charlize Theron one day.

MD.

It had to be said that this was absolutely a test of self-control.

At that moment, he was almost moved.

When James Pritzker heard this, he couldn't help but laugh out loud, "Chen, that's Charlize Theron, and you were able to hold back?"

Chen Nuo said angrily, "I couldn't hold back, but motherfucker, isn't this your movie?"

James was silent for a while on the other side, and then there was a hint of something hard to detect in his tone: "Alright, that's indeed the case."

"Alright, tell me about your next audition. I'm curious, who are some of the people on your audition list now? Charlize Theron? Do you have that much money?"

James Pritzker's tone changed, suddenly becoming excited: "I certainly don't!"

"Speaking of this, Chen, you know, originally there weren't many big-name actresses who could look at my movie. Among the 【Eve】 I was interested in before, only Charlize Theron agreed to come and try. And, she also wanted 3 million dollars!"

"As a result, as a result, guess what?"

"Hollywood is a snobbish bitch!"

"Do you know how many agents' calls I have received from last night until now? Just from the moment your selfie started spreading online! I damn well can't count them!"

"Hahahaha!"

James Pritzker laughed for a while on the phone, and then continued: "Theron, this bitch, also called me last night, saying she could reconsider the salary!"

"But now, of course, I can't nod so easily."

"Want to cooperate with an Oscar star, a global superstar, to film a movie. Sorry, no matter who you are, you must queue up!"

"Yes, I think it's precisely because of this that she would come directly to find you today."

The Eve in James's mouth was the heroine in the movie *Drop*, a stripper living in New Orleans.

In the movie, she was the dream lover of the male lead "Lee," and also the guide for the male lead, an outsider in American society. She would lead him into heaven in that dilapidated apartment, and then fall into hell.

That's right, the keyword "stripper."

Is it very familiar?

When Chen Nuo sat next to James, he couldn't help but sigh.

Of course, it's hard to say that Jessica Alba, this Western heartthrob, was stronger than Chen Hao, this Eastern heartthrob.

However, the final list of 8 actresses for the audition was indeed crushing *No Man's Land* in terms of quantity.

The key was that not one of them was making up the numbers.

Not mentioning Theron,

Others from Jessica Alba to Maggie Gyllenhaal, from Anna Paquin to Jessica Biel, the appearance of each of them was absolutely enough to play a mature and beautiful stripper.

Not just people.

Also the place.

Chen Nuo looked around the exaggeratedly large audition room again and couldn't help but ask: "How much did you spend renting this place from Paramount?"

"1,000 dollars," James Pritzker said.

Chen Nuo nodded calmly, indicating he understood.

1,000 dollars, really not much.

Although the place they were in now was Paramount's top-level audition room—"Hitchcock Audition Room."

It was about 2,000 square feet, equipped with top-level lighting and sound systems and high-definition cameras, generally only open for Paramount's own big productions, such as *Transformers 3*. Other crews wanting to use it would have to queue for half a year.

Similarly, although after Paramount rented the venue, they sent maybe a dozen staff members to be busy here, helping with the audition.

So what?

Charging 1,000 dollars was absolutely a reasonable market price.

There was no problem at all.

In 2011, as long as your cousin was named Thomas Pritzker, who had donated millions of dollars to Obama's campaign, and your cousin was named Penny Pritzker, who was currently one of Obama's chief economic advisors,

Then you could enjoy this reasonable market price that had nothing to do with bribery.

"Start?" James Pritzker turned his head and asked.

"Start." Chen Nuo stretched.

(End of chapter) ===== CHAPTER 388 =====