Chapter 391

At 10:33 AM, Wu Jing and Lu Kang Jianmin walked out of Chaowai SOHO. The two of them didn't talk much along the way, both with thoughtful expressions.

Until they got into the car, Lu Kang Jianmin said with great emotion: "This is great, Jingzi. After suffering comes happiness, really didn't expect it could be decided so quickly. It seems... they really think highly of your film."

Wu Jing was also like in a dream at this time, looking at his watch, it had only been half an hour since they went up.

He actually wanted to be reserved. But the big stone that had been pressing on his heart for a long time was instantly removed, and that relaxed and comfortable feeling made him unable to suppress the smile at the corner of his mouth.

Forcing a smile, with a slightly distorted expression, he said: "Although it's decided here, there is still a gap of 60 million, which still makes one rack their brains." That's what he said, but where did the distant relative of Dorgon, the descendant of the Plain White Banner, Ulanara Jing, have any intention of racking his brains.

Lu Kang Jianmin frowned and said feignedly angrily: "Jingzi, you say that, that's looking down on your brother. Didn't we agree before? I will definitely support your film. If there's no more, 40 million, brother can still take it out."

If it were half an hour ago, Wu Jing would definitely want to kneel down and kowtow to Lu Kang Jianmin, but now he just smiled reservedly: "Okay, then thank you Brother Lu. Then wait for me to go back and raise money, after all, just like you said at the beginning, if I don't invest money myself, who else dares to invest. Then I'll see how much is left when I invest."

"What are you saying, Jingzi." Lu Kang Jianmin was shocked, "When did I say this? You remembered wrong, you definitely remembered wrong!"

Remembered wrong my ass, at the beginning you were sitting with your legs crossed on the sofa, acting as arrogant as if you were the king of the world, feeling like I was begging for food. I will never forget it in my life.

The descendant of Dorgon certainly wouldn't be a person who is gentle, respectful, and yielding, returning evil with good. Afterward, no matter what Lu Kang Jianmin said, Wu Jing insisted on going back to raise money first.

And the speed of the news spreading was ultimately faster than he imagined. I don't know where the news came from, but before noon, it felt like everyone in the circle knew.

"Congratulations, congratulations, they invested 40 million? That's quite a lot."

"Jingzi, you have a lot of face, hahahaha."

"Lu Kang Jianmin? That little money of Lu Kang Jianmin counts as a chicken feather..."

"Actually, our company is also looking for suitable project investments recently."

"Yes, yes, yes, you can definitely send a copy to our company."

The calls from all directions made him truly overwhelmed. Under these circumstances, he could no longer return to Nanjing. In the office building of Dengfeng Culture, which he founded himself, he was busy with the smiling employees all afternoon before finishing the work.

Waiting for the lawyer to reply that they would work overtime tonight to draft the contract and would definitely hand it to him before tomorrow morning. Only then did Wu Jing breathe a sigh of relief, leaning on the office sofa and closing his eyes to think:

"Still have to leave a copy for Director Lu, after all, he was the one who introduced it."

"Director Li Yang... must prepare a big gift for him after the matter is done. This is a benefactor, must never forget."

"As for, Beijing Culture, Juhe Yinglian, Wanda, Jicheng, Enlight, who exactly should be allowed to participate... that is a headache... and those bosses from Shanxi and Zhejiang..."

Thinking of this, Wu Jing couldn't help but shake his head.

These film and television companies, really like flies that smelled a stench... pfft pfft pfft, no, it should be like hungry people who saw a big meal, swarming in, making him really have a feeling of ice and fire.

Think about before, even if he had been in the circle for so long since his debut in 1995, and at his peak, he could barely be called a first-line kung fu superstar, but these film and television giants, as soon as they heard his theme and investment amount, almost wrote "Are you kidding me" on their faces, and took a broom to sweep him out.

What kung fu, what superstar. All go to hell.

Not like now!

Even knowing Chen Nuo wouldn't participate, the attitudes of these film and television companies made a 180-degree turn.

This is really... really a person's name, a tree's shadow.

Mixing to this point at a young age, what else is there to pursue in this life? If he were in someone else's shoes, Wu Jing felt, he would definitely eat and drink, and go to hell with the United States, film a hell of a movie. Isn't it good to be carefree and eat, drink, and play every day?

Still go to experience life for the sake of the movie? Still go to the slums?

He went to the army, it was bitter and tiring, but the American slums, that's really playing with your life!!

Thinking of what he heard during casual chats before, Wu Jing felt all kinds of emotions in his heart.

After a while, he, who hadn't slept all night last night, finally felt the sleepiness coming, and just wanted to fall on the sofa for a nap, but didn't expect the phone to suddenly ring.

The two words "Xie Nan" were jumping on the screen.

Half a day ago, he would definitely have answered immediately to hear what the other party would say.

But now, he suddenly felt a bit uninterested.

"#@! @." He muttered in his mouth, muted the phone, turned around, and continued to sleep.

March 23rd, the day before Chen Nuo went abroad, he came to Li Er's home.

Actually, if it weren't for waiting for Gulnazar's visa to come down, he should have left two days ago. But this is also good, he accompanied his family and women in China for two more days.

Liu Yifei went with him.

Speaking of which, it's also a common problem of women; if you don't let her follow, she will be angry. But if she really follows, she will be like sitting on pins and needles.

So after dinner, Chen Nuo said goodbye.

When leaving, right at the doorway, the moment Chen Nuo was about to turn around and go out, Li Er, who was watching TV with little Qi Qi Chuyu on the sofa, suddenly called him to stop.

All night tonight, Li Er actually didn't say much.

But at this time, the chubby woman walked over from the sofa, stood next to the shoe cabinet at the doorway, and said very seriously to him, who had one foot already out the door: "Must pay attention to safety."

Chen Nuo pretended not to see the white hair on Li Er's head and nodded very seriously: "I know."

"Since you have made up your mind to accept it, then I won't persuade you anymore, film well after you go over."

"I understand."

"... Don't care about the voices from the outside world, public opinion is a double-edged sword, sometimes it's a good thing, but sometimes it's a bad thing. But when you are filming, you must turn a deaf ear to everything outside the window."

"Know."

"Director, script, as an actor, you don't need to consider any of it, you only need to consider how to do your job well, how to act every scene well, and say every line well."

"Understand."

At this time, Liu Yifei had already walked out, standing in the dark stairwell of the Renmin University teacher dormitory building. Not saying a word.

In the room, Qi Yifei and Qi Yuntian also didn't speak, only Qi Qi Qi Chuyu on the sofa stared with a pair of cute big eyes, curiously staring at the two people at the doorway.

Actually, does Chen Nuo not understand what Li Er said?

He understands.

But he still didn't say anything.

Li Er repeated it for about five minutes before suddenly waking up, smiled at herself, and said: "Really old, nagging, talk too much. Alright, you go. Be careful on the road."

Chen Nuo said: "Teacher, goodbye."

"Hmm."

Chen Nuo turned and went out.

When going downstairs, Liu Yifei said: "When I was at school, I heard Professor Li was particularly fierce, but she is really good to you."

"You were at school? Which school?"

Liu Yifei raised her eyebrows, "What do you mean?"

Chen Nuo laughed: "Have you attended for a year in total?"

Liu Yifei was angry, slapped him on the back, "Why not? Stop talking nonsense."

Chen Nuo felt a pain in his back, immediately grabbed her hand, twisted it back, pressed her up like a prisoner, and taught her a lesson while going downstairs: "You dare to hit people, right?"

"Hey, hurt, hurt, hurt!" Liu Yifei shouted.

Hurt my ass, Chen Nuo didn't believe it, he didn't use any strength at all. "Wrong or not? Still dare to hit people?"

Liu Yifei's tone softened, "I didn't hit you, I just patted you lightly."

"Pat my ass! No sense of weight, your broken palm hits people very painfully, have I told you before?"

Liu Yifei struggled for a bit, but didn't break free, but still shouted unconvinced: "That's because you are too delicate, what does it have to do with me."

"Delicate, right? Fine." Chen Nuo pressed her with one hand, opened his palm with the other, grabbed her thick and heavy buttocks, and pinched hard, "Still delicate? Tender?"

He had already used 70% of his strength, but Liu Yifei didn't seem to feel much pain, instead, her voice suddenly lowered a bit, with a nasal tone, humming and saying: "Don't use so much strength, it hurts."

Crap, Chen Nuo was about to add more strength, but didn't expect that at this moment, at the stair corner on the second floor, an old woman with a head full of silver hair suddenly walked up, looked up in astonishment at the two people who were fighting and playing.

The air went quiet.

Chen Nuo instantly let go of Liu Yifei, smiled at the old woman, said: "Good evening." Then immediately ran away.

Liu Yifei was stunned for a moment, then reacted, her face turned red, stomped her feet in shame and anger, smiled awkwardly at the old woman, and hurriedly chased after him.

Chen Nuo ran to the parking lot downstairs, looked back and saw Liu Yifei chasing after him, and couldn't help but laugh out loud.

Liu Yifei was so angry, rushed up and slapped him on the shoulder again, "You still dare to laugh? So embarrassing!"

She used some strength this time, Chen Nuo deliberately exaggeratedly said "Ouch," grabbed her wrist, pretended to be angry and said: "Still dare to hit? See if I don't clean you up!"

Saying that, he pulled Liu Yifei to the car next to them, opened the back door, pushed her in, and followed her in. Liu Yifei hadn't had time to react before she was pressed on the seat by Chen Nuo. She struggled to get up, shouting: "What are you doing, let me go!"

But Chen Nuo wouldn't let go, lowered his head and blocked her mouth. Liu Yifei stiffened first, then her body softened, and the hands that were originally pushing him slowly hugged his neck.

The air in the car gradually heated up, Chen Nuo's kiss changed from playful to gentle and deep, his hand slid to her waist, gently rubbing her soft skin.

Liu Yifei hummed low, her cheeks red enough to bleed, her eyes half-open and half-closed, looking at him with a bit of blur.

Chen Nuo laughed low, leaned into her ear and whispered: "Still hitting me?"

Liu Yifei bit her lip, her voice as thin as a mosquito's hum, "Won't hit anymore..."

This time coming over, it wasn't Linghu driving, it was Chen Nuo himself.

The car was the 2011 new Cayenne 3.0T Porsche gave him after returning to the country to film the new year's print advertisement. Although compared to the previous generation, performance and configuration were improved, the back seat space didn't change.

If it were other women, like Gao Yuanyuan or Tong Liya, maybe there would still be some possibility.

But Liu Yifei?

That really couldn't be unfolded.

So in the car, it was just a taste, and finally reached the goal after returning to Ziyu Villa.

Liu Yifei squinted her eyes, her cheeks still with a trace of un-faded redness, like a kitten that had just eaten its fill, lazy and satisfied. She lay on her side, the thin silk quilt only covering below her waist.

After a while, Liu Yifei opened her eyes, rubbed her lower abdomen and said: "Chen Nuo, what's going on, it hurts a bit here."

"Ah? Where?"

"Just... this place?" Liu Yifei took Chen Nuo's hand to a little below her belly button.

Chen Nuo touched it, pressed it, and asked: "Does it hurt a lot?"

"A little bit... I think, it must be because you were too deep just now."

"Was I?"

"Yes!" Liu Yifei pouted dissatisfiedly, "I said I don't like that position."

"No, clearly you also practiced dance since childhood, how come..."

Liu Yifei's eyes widened instantly, and she sat up suddenly: "Also? I also?!"

Chen Nuo smiled.

Scumbags are generally like this.

After a slip of the tongue, they will laugh before speaking.

And the more natural the laugh, the higher the level.

Brother Nuo, naturally, is top-tier.

He hadn't spoken yet, just used his smile to make Liu Yifei feel guilty herself, "What are you laughing at, clearly, you said it yourself, I didn't wrong you!"

Chen Nuo sighed: "Xixi, it's not that I'm talking about you, you really..."

Really what?

Chen Nuo actually wanted to say really too smart. But he didn't finish half of what he said.

So, if Liu Yifei misunderstood herself, it's none of his business, anyway he didn't lie. If it happens in the future, he is also justified.

Liu Yifei hummed: "Blame me? Who told you to be so untrustworthy. Why is the assistant you hired this time so pretty?"

"Although she is a bit pretty, this person is still quite good, her mouth is quite tight. Following me for a few days, I feel it's okay, can be cultivated."

Liu Yifei was stunned for a moment, always feeling the man's logic in his words was weird, but she, who would tell fortunes online, couldn't figure out where it was weird.

Thinking without result, she changed the subject.

"Then... why this time... Little Shan...?"

Liu Yifei finally summoned the courage to ask the question she had been holding back for several days. Stuttering, hesitant, missing words, that was all because—she felt a bit guilty.

Liu Yifei knew she shouldn't think this way, but she just couldn't control it.

She and Chen Nuo were dating, the outside world thought it was after Chen Nuo and Wen Yongshan broke up.

But only she herself knew that things weren't that simple.

Chen Nuo and Wen Yongshan suddenly publicly announced their breakup at the time, and the matter was already very suspicious. As a close friend at the time, she always believed they hadn't really broken up.

And her?

If it weren't for her being photographed by paparazzi, and Chen Nuo taking the initiative to propose an official announcement to help her clear the public opinion pressure, would they have reached this step today?

Liu Yifei knew the answer must be negative.

So, until now, she felt like an inglorious third party, snatching him from Wen Yongshan by any means necessary. She wasn't afraid to face all the other women in the world, but just the name Wen Yongshan, she felt like a thief mentioning the original owner when she said it.

Fortunately, the man's next words eased her embarrassment.

Chen Nuo said naturally, "Of course it's because she's suitable. I also considered it from many aspects. If this role is to be recommended by me, then I must take care of the artists in my own company. And speaking English, it eliminated people like Zhao Liying and Zhang Xinyu. Afterward, from the language, although neither you nor her have any problems. But..."

"But what?" Liu Yifei asked.

"But the status doesn't match. In Japan, I heard people say that there are newspapers calling you the second Ryoko Hirosue. After the drama you filmed this time took the number one ratings, the top management of TBS even sent a thank-you letter."

"Xixi, you are a big star in Japan now, can you still go to an independent film to play a bit part? Even if I agree, Li Jing and your mother definitely won't agree."

Liu Yifei remembered "Tokyo Mystery Case Book" bearing the eyes of everyone not being optimistic, step by step in the most competitive Tuesday prime time in Japan, from the sky-collapsing start of 5.2% ratings, finally climbing step by step to the glorious record of 13.1% second in the same period, and couldn't help but smile proudly, "Okay, I know. Then with Little Shan, will there be kissing scenes in it?"

"Yes, not only kissing scenes, but also bed scenes. To be honest, the scale is quite large. I estimate I might even have to show my butt."

"Ah!!!!" At this, Liu Yifei didn't care about Wen Yongshan anymore, sat up instantly, and said incredulously: "Really or fake!"

"Really."

Liu Yifei stared at Chen Nuo for a while, and after confirming he wasn't joking, she felt sour in her heart.

Once thinking of the good things she originally enjoyed alone, to be shared with the whole world, as a girlfriend, she perhaps should be angry.

But as an actor herself, what could she say? Especially recalling what Li Er said before, she opened her mouth and couldn't say a word.

Finally, she confirmed worriedly: "Just the butt, right?"

"Nonsense!"

Actually, maybe not even the butt.

This was just when chatting with James before, the director asked about the maximum scale he could accept, and he said the butt.

That's all.

Saying it so decisively to Liu Yifei was naturally to change the subject.

March 24th, Chen Nuo took Linghu and Gulnazar and flew to Japan.

On the plane, although Gulnazar warned herself repeatedly not to make a fuss and not to be like a bumpkin, she still couldn't help looking around.

Although she had a passport, that was because her model agent at the time said there might be work opportunities in Thailand, so she got one. But later, in order to take the exam for the song and dance troupe, she quit her part-time job as a model, so she never used it.

So, this trip was not only her first time going abroad, but also her first time flying business class.

Enjoying the spacious seats and service of All Nippon Airways business class, Gulnazar was both excited and thrilled, wanting to find someone to share her mood.

However, turning her head, looking at the dark and thin face of the man in the seat, she quietly closed her mouth again.

Chen Nuo's bodyguard and driver, can also be said to be the person Chen Zong trusts most. Usually in the company, except for Director Qi, no one dares to order him around, even Director Li would call him Brother Linghu when she sees him.

To her, she could only call him Brother Linghu.

Brother Linghu started closing his eyes to rest as soon as he got on the plane, with no intention of talking to her at all, so Gulnazar had to close her mouth, take out an English dictionary, and start reading.

Afterward, their group stayed in Japan for two days.

Gulnazar felt that she not only needed to learn English, but Chinese also needed to be practiced more.

Otherwise, she really couldn't find any adjectives to describe her feelings in these three days.

Many things, seeing them from the news and experiencing them on the scene, are two completely different things.

Just like the media headline might write "Chen Nuo arrives at Tokyo Narita Airport, received by many fans at the airport." Just such a sentence as a headline, then describe it with text, and match it with one or two pictures.

That was all.

In the article, the deafening screams and cheers in the airport lobby, the fanatical atmosphere that seemed to want to flip the entire terminal, couldn't be experienced, nor could the crazy scene of fans holding colorful cheering signs, squeezed so tightly that not even water could pass through, just to see someone.

Gulnazar was really stunned. If Linghu hadn't been grabbing her sleeve, pulling her forward without any pity for the fair sex, she really wouldn't have known what to do.

Later, from some newspapers, magazines, and TV news, she barely understood why this happened.

As a country that had just suffered a huge disaster, the whole country could be said to be in a state of panic.

Under these circumstances, someone's arrival seemed to have calmed the Japanese down quite a bit, making them feel they hadn't been abandoned by the world.

"Chen Nuo, descends on Tokyo! Fan-crazed airport scene."

"Asian star's visit to Japan, a ray of hope for post-disaster Japan."

"Post-earthquake Japan, gratitude and emotion for Chen Nuo's visit."

"Chen Nuo's visit, courage and energy to the disaster area."

"Star's visit to Japan, a symbol of post-disaster reconstruction."

Headlines like these could be seen everywhere in Japanese newspapers and TV news these two days.

Although Gulnazar didn't know the katakana in Japanese, relying on those scattered kanji inside, she could roughly understand the meaning behind these headlines.

In this way, every step he took in Japan was really accompanied by fanatical pursuit. No matter where he went, there were always countless fans and passersby chasing and blocking him.

Gulnazar could only say, it seemed like all of Japan, at least all of Tokyo, felt crazy.

Causing their originally planned three-day itinerary to be temporarily changed to two days.

Because even if they didn't leave, they couldn't do anything, and could only stay in the hotel.

When changing the flight ticket, Gulnazar listened with some envy as Linghu skillfully used English to talk to the American Airlines operator on the phone. She silently made a resolution in her heart that she must learn English well, so that she could do more things.

And not just guarding the door for them when Chen Zong was meeting friends.

March 28, 2011, the flight Chen Nuo was on landed at New Orleans Louis Armstrong International Airport.

Counting the time for transferring in New York, it flew for a total of 17 hours.

James Pritzker and Allison Graham both came to the airport to pick him up.

Upon meeting, James gave Chen Nuo a big hug and said: "Sorry, brother, I didn't listen to you."

Chen Nuo laughed: "I understand very well. If I were you, I wouldn't be able to resist being tempted either."

James laughed: "Yes, Charlize Theron with only 2 million in salary, OMG, I have to be tempted."

Chen Nuo next introduced the new member of his entourage to Allison and James: "Gulnazar."

Although slightly surprised that Chen Nuo brought such a little girl by his side as an assistant, Allison didn't say anything, and finally she took Linghu and Nazar into the car she rented.

And Chen Nuo got into the car James drove for the crew.

Coming from Japan to the calm and peaceful seaside city of New Orleans, Chen Nuo instantly felt a sense of relief.

Although he had long been accustomed to some scenes, the fanatical degree of those Japanese people this time still caught him off guard.

Feeling like being chased around like a rat for two days, let alone not being able to go to the geisha house, the twin sisters were only brought over by Takeshi Kitano, and had a hurried meeting with him in the hotel, lasting no more than half an hour.

Not satisfying, really not satisfying.

But Christopher Nolan, who had just finished the post-production of "Inception," was very happy about this, specifically calling to praise him, saying that his fearless act made the subsequent Japanese box office more certain.

He feared death my ass.

He just knew from his previous life's experience that the Great Kanto Earthquake wasn't powerful enough to sink the Japanese land.

Next, Chen Nuo chatted comfortably with James Pritzker in the car about the upcoming play and his subsequent arrangements.

"... This is what I want to do next."

It could be seen that James was a bit surprised at first, but slowly his expression returned to calm, confirming: "So you need two weeks, right?"

"Probably."

"Sorry, Chen, I want to ask, when you filmed before, did you always use this method?"

"Hmm, sometimes, most of the time."

"Twilight too?" James asked curiously.

Chen Nuo laughed: "You are very humorous, James."

James Pritzker also laughed, "Thanks for the compliment. But I think I'm still a bit worse than you. At least I couldn't use a joke at the Oscars to make Harvey Weinstein feel as uncomfortable as if he had eaten shit."

"Hahahaha."

Both of them laughed, and the car was filled with happy air.

"Alright, although I know you are tired from the long journey, I don't want to delay your rest. However, after eating, I still want to take you to a place."

James winked his small eyes at Chen Nuo, "I think you will be greatly surprised."

A rich second generation with money and power, at 9 PM, the place he takes people to will definitely not be a good place.

"Red Lantern."

According to James, it is the hottest and wildest private club in New Orleans right now.

To become a member here, applicants not only need recommendations but also have to undergo strict background checks or "social value assessments," and even look at your charity donation records.

Tell me if that's ridiculous.

However, talking about how high-end it is, as a result, when Chen Nuo and James walked into that thick wooden door with several bodyguards, they still smelled the same strong scent as other nightclubs—that is a smell intertwined with perfume, alcohol, and tobacco.

James and he sat down in the VIP box on the second floor,

Only then did Chen Nuo take off the baseball cap and mask on his face and look around.

For 2011, this "Red Lantern" indeed looked quite good.

Dim lights cast ambiguous red light, a row of retro red lanterns hung on the wall, not the Chinese kind, but a bit more Japanese-style, light projected from the lanterns, making the whole place look very bizarre.

However, currently, the most eye-catching thing in the whole venue is undoubtedly the pole dancer on the central stage who is wearing a sequined bikini, twisting her waist and shaking her hips.

She has a head of bright red long hair, quite tall, straight legs, very linear, and her waist is also very slender and flexible, without a trace of fat, looking like smooth bronze color.

At this moment, the woman is twisting her body with the strong rhythm of the music, giving people the feeling like a nimble water snake, drawing bursts of cheers and whistles from the audience below.

"How is it, do you like it?" James roared loudly.

Chen Nuo nodded: "Yes."

Yes my ass.

If he were really 25, maybe he would yes, but unfortunately he isn't.

If James Pritzker only brought him to see this, he really might as well sleep early in the hotel.

After all, he has to start his "transformation" tomorrow and needs to get enough spirit tonight.

James should have seen his insincerity, laughed and said: "Did you not recognize who she is?"

She? Chen Nuo was stunned, and turned his gaze back to the dancer in the center of the stage.

Then—

He was greatly surprised.

WTF!?

With intention, he recognized her this time.

This dancer wearing a bikini is none other than the female lead of their movie!

I saw she had heavy makeup on her face, wearing that red wig, under the dim light at this time, the whole person could be called unrecognizable.

Unless reminded by someone, otherwise even if someone felt she was similar, they would absolutely not believe,

This wild dancing girl who was pleasing the public with her body would be the South African treasure, Oscar winner, and sexy stunner who swept the world, Charlize Theron.

"Crazy? Don't you think it's crazy?" James Pritzker shouted in his ear.

Chen Nuo nodded sincerely this time.

James said: "When she told me, I thought she must be on a whim. As a result, guess what? This week she comes every night to dance for 3 hours, just like a real damn stripper."

"Jesus God, I originally thought she was crazy. As a result, I didn't expect... you are the same, Chen!"

"Hahahaha, you Oscar types, really are a bunch of crazy people, right? For the sake of the movie, you motherfuckers, is there anything you wouldn't do?"

James Pritzker finished speaking and poured a large mouthful of wine into his mouth.

Subsequently, the fat man laughed loudly and raised the wine bottle in his hand to Chen Nuo, "Thank God, for letting me be born into the Pritzker family, letting me have money, and having the opportunity to be a director, bringing you all together."

"I love you motherfuckers."

"Cheers to you!"

(End of chapter)