Chapter 394: The boss is so good at filming X-rated movies too

Ka Xian began a new life in the nights of New Orleans.

Whenever night fell, he would drive a worn-out Chevrolet, shuttling through this humid and noisy coastal city.

However, the nights in New Orleans were full of countless dangers, especially for an outsider like him.

Robbery, fighting, shooting, drug dealing—those were all common occurrences. He could only live cautiously, trying his best to avoid those dangerous neighborhoods and crowds.

Under these circumstances, a strip club he often passed by caught his attention.

At the entrance of this strip club, a huge poster was pasted.

The stripper played by Charlize Theron leaned diagonally against a steel pole, wearing a tight black leather camisole dress, revealing long legs and deep cleavage, her waist softly bent into a seductive arc.

Her eyes were cold and provocative, staring straight ahead, the corners of her mouth slightly upturned, carrying a hint of cynical laughter. The background of the poster was dark red neon light, setting off her fair skin and that messy blonde hair, like the most dangerous yet most charming flame in the night.

Every time he passed by here, he would slow down the car and carefully stare at the woman on the poster.

When Guli Nazha first stood behind James Pritzker, watching the monitor with him, she was still a bit worried that this fat director would reprimand her.

However, later she discovered that as long as she didn't speak or make a sound, the director wouldn't bother her.

She knew this was because of her boss's face, so she stayed behind the monitor with peace of mind. You have to know, this was her first time working on a film set, and she was very curious about everything.

And look,

she discovered that the picture the director saw on the monitor was very different from reality.

The Xinjiang girl hadn't studied acting, let alone directing; she didn't know what lens language was.

She just simply felt that the picture on the monitor was better looking, more beautiful, and could also let her feel more deeply what the people in the lens were acting.

Just like now.

The cinematographer stuck the camera very close, giving the man a huge close-up.

The monitor screen was entirely his facial features.

The dim light sprinkled on it, and every subtle change was clearly visible.

Momma.

Guli Nazha watched for a while, touched her face with her hand, and as expected, it was burning hot.

She really didn't expect that the boss was so good at filming porn movies too.

Too awesome.

"Looks like the boss doesn't do this kind of thing less often, right?"

"What are you talking about, Nazha, don't think randomly!"

"But it clearly is, otherwise how could he act so much like it? That expression, tsk tsk, too erotic."

"That's acting!"

"But acting also has to come from life."

Guli Nazha was having a conversation with herself in her mind when suddenly, the fat director turned back and said to her: "#%￥@￥#！@！#！@。"

James said a long string, but Guli Nazha didn't understand a single word.

But she guessed the director should be praising her boss for acting well.

Guli Nazha hurriedly smiled and nodded, "Yes, I think so."

The director laughed and gave her a thumbs up.

Guli Nazha felt this director was really amiable, so she also giggled and returned a thumbs up.

"Cut!" The fat director said into the intercom, then beckoned to her and said: "Follow me."

Guli Nazha could understand this sentence, and although it was a bit inexplicable, she still followed behind.

When Chen Nuo heard "Cut," he knew this take definitely didn't pass.

Through a few days of getting in sync, he became clearer and clearer about James Pritzker's directing style.

It was clear that he had filmed too many black comedies before, so this person liked to see actors perform more exaggeratedly in terms of acting style. For example, he was more like Jiang Wen, not Wong Kar-wai.

And the scene just now, he acted too much like Wong Kar-wai.

So it definitely wouldn't work.

He closed his eyes, preparing to readjust his state.

Suddenly he heard James's voice: "Chen, look, I brought you a helper."

Chen Nuo opened his eyes and saw James walking over, with Guli Nazha following behind him.

He was a bit puzzled: "What?"

"Your beautiful female assistant. Haha, I think she should be able to help you find your state. She has already agreed. Originally I was going to find Janice or Charlize, but they didn't come today. So, come on, give it a try."

Darius Khondji on the side wanted to cover his forehead and let out a long sigh.

Sure enough, the stupid, spendthrift director hadn't listened to a word he said that night.

Did he really think he was an amateur player from those crappy short films he filmed before? Needing this kind of clumsy method to help him get into character?

What a joke! When he first debuted, he didn't know anything, and he ended up using non-object performance to make the best director in Hong Kong almost call him God.

This approach was simply an insult.

Darius Khondji looked at Chen Nuo, thinking this young man would be very angry.

But Chen Nuo, as a 40-year-old old ghost, just frowned slightly, looked at James, then looked at Nazha, and said: "Thanks, no need, take her back."

In the dark room, Guli Nazha closed her eyes, with a thin quilt covering her body, outlining her slender figure.

Her breathing gradually quickened, her chest heaved slightly, and both hands were hidden under the quilt, moving briskly.

The girl's lips parted slightly, emitting low gasps, her brows sometimes furrowed, sometimes relaxed, and in her mind was the picture she saw on the monitor during the day.

That was a pretty good-looking face.

But whether it was good-looking or not wasn't important; what was important was that the emotion expressed on this face was like a hand, seducing many silk threads, pulling at the young girl's heart.

The man's eyebrows were slightly raised, his eyes half-open and half-closed, his eyelids gently trembling.

His nostrils flared slightly with his rapid breathing, his lips parted slightly, the corners of his mouth twitched unconsciously, and then they pursed into a straight line again.

Fine beads of sweat seeped out on his forehead, sliding down his temples.

Recalling the picture she saw in the morning bit by bit, Guli Nazha's hands instantly moved faster and faster.

Suddenly, she opened her eyes wide, her legs tensed unconsciously, her back arched, and her whole body shook continuously several times.

A few seconds later, she seemed to have been drained of strength, lying limp on the bed.

In the darkness, she opened her eyes, and the man's face gradually faded away.

Replaced by incomparable shame.

"What are you doing, Nazha? It's so embarrassing. Embarrassing during the day, and embarrassing now too." She muttered.

Yes, during the day, when she followed along in a daze, and then a flash of inspiration hit her, and she guessed what the director wanted her to do, it really felt embarrassing to the extreme, wishing she could find a crack in the ground to crawl into.

And now...

Guli Nazha argued: "Can't blame me, who told the boss to act so well."

Immediately she frowned again: "Can you do this just because he acts well? Do you know this is called erotic fantasy?"

"I know."

"Then do you know, this is something only men do!"

"I know."

"Then you know everything, and you still want to do this? What are you thinking about as a girl?"

Thinking about what?

Guli Nazha looked at the ceiling. She was eighteen this year, but she had always been precocious, falling in love since elementary school. Although it was just holding hands or something, to be honest, she wasn't unfamiliar with matters between men and women.

But she didn't know what she was thinking either.

But she couldn't help it, really couldn't help it.

The first take was fine.

After watching the second take!

I don't know if it was because she went for a walk, anyway, the second time she watched it, it was really different from the first time. There was a sense of immersion, and she substituted herself into it without knowing it.

So much so that after such a long time, the expression on the man's face still couldn't be erased from her mind.

Guli Nazha bit her lip, thinking resentfully, can this be blamed on her? If it really is shown in theaters, she doesn't believe, hmph, that she will be the only one like this.

And this was just the beginning; it seemed there were more revealing scenes coming up.

Hey... Guli Nazha began to worry.

What should she do then?

Originally... she had intended to quit.

From the moment the strip club appeared, it should be said that this movie finally entered the main topic.

During the script reading, Chen Nuo kept imagining the scene of Ka Xian and Angel meeting for the first time, what he should do so that the audience could experience the irresistible temptation Angel had in Ka Xian's heart.

However, when he walked into the single dressing room of the strip club with a pizza box and saw Charlize Theron, he found he had thought too much.

In front of such a stunner, it seemed he didn't need to think too much at all.

He just needed to follow his body's instincts and dance with the other party in front of the lens.

The camera was behind Chen Nuo; he knocked on the door and then pushed it open.

The entrance was a messy single dressing room, and a blonde woman wearing a white robe was sitting in front of the makeup mirror applying makeup.

Chen Nuo's voice trembled: "Hello, Miss Angel, this is the Chinese food you wanted."

Charlize Theron looked at him from the makeup mirror and asked with a frown: "Who are you?"

"I'm the delivery person." Chen Nuo leaned against the door, lowering his head, not even daring to breathe loudly.

Charlize Theron turned halfway, leaning against the vanity.

A silk robe was casually draped over her, open in the front, revealing her black lace bra as well as her towering, plump, round breasts, her flat and tight abdomen, and the thong on her lower body that was almost invisible.

She was wearing dark red nail polish, her long and bony fingers holding a cigarette, taking a light puff, and blowing a smoke ring toward the sky, "Bring it in."

The lens followed behind Chen Nuo and walked in together.

It was still only filming his back; you couldn't see his expression clearly, but from his stiff steps and posture, you could tell he was very cautious and very nervous.

Theron looked at him from the front, seemingly seeing something fun, the corners of her mouth twitching, revealing a faint smile, "Come here, boy, let me see you."

"Ah, I, sorry..." Chen Nuo stammered.

The smile on Theron's face grew bigger, and she stood up, her entire body instantly exposed in front of the lens.

Chen Nuo looked up once, and immediately, his hand placed on the food box, motionless, as if he had been frozen.

Theron slowly walked in front of Chen Nuo, looking up and down at this delivery person.

Darius Khondji's lens moved to the side.

The old cinematographer captured Chen Nuo's stiff profile and Theron's aggressive gaze from the viewfinder, and the figures of the two formed a strong contrast under the dim light, with a subtle tension permeating the air.

Chen Nuo stood in place with his head lowered, his hands unnaturally gripping the edge of the food box, as if he didn't know how to deal with the situation in front of him.

At this moment, the dialogue unfolded like a probe between a hunter and prey.

Theron circled around him, her high heels clicking on the floor, "What's your name?"

"Ka, Ka Xian."

"No, I'm asking for your original name. Where are you from? Japan? China?"

"China."

"What's your name?"

"Lee Yang."

"Leon? OK, Leon, I'm going to perform on stage in a while, do you want to come have a drink?"

"I... I still have to... work."

"It doesn't matter, you can come after work, we are open very late here."

Charlize Theron leaned forward slightly, close to Chen Nuo's face, the corners of her mouth hooking into a meaningful smile, her eyes carrying a hint of teasing and control, like a hunter eyeing prey.

Chen Nuo clearly had a breath-holding action, and when Theron got close to him, his greedy gaze swept over her face from top to bottom, stopping at her slightly open neckline, then quickly moved away, as if afraid of being discovered in his loss of composure.

Clearly, in James's script, this boy wasn't the teenager seduced by the female teacher Hanna in *The Reader*; he had more naked desires.

Finally, only Theron was left in the room.

A flat-headed white man pushed the door and came in, asking: "Angel, did you see him? How is he?"

The stripper, who was full of charm a second ago, stared at a point in the air at this time, as if thinking, and finally said: "Not bad, he is very suitable."

The big man laughed: "Then it's up to you."

Next, after Ka Xian finished working every day, he would go to the strip club to watch Angel dance until closing time. At the same time, when the restaurant owner's daughter Jenny went to the basement to knock on his door, no one answered.

This night, Chen Nuo prepared to go for a stroll under the hotel to think about how to film the next day's scene.

As a result, as soon as he opened the door, he saw Theron, who lived opposite him, also just coming out.

Unlike his casual attire in sportswear, Charlize Theron was wearing a black low-cut dress, draped with a beige cashmere trench coat, carrying a limited-edition Chanel bag in her hand, and her famous short blonde hair was meticulously groomed, looking like a superstar who had just walked off the cover of a fashion magazine.

Seeing him, Theron was also clearly stunned for a moment.

"Hello, good evening." Chen Nuo greeted very politely.

Theron smiled: "Good evening. Are you going out too?"

"Yes, going for a walk."

"A walk?"

"Yep."

"I usually only go out for a walk when I'm walking the dog."

"Then where are you going now?" "My agent came over today, I'm preparing to go out and find a place to have a drink with him."

"Oh, have a good time."

"Thanks."

Talking while walking, after reaching the elevator, neither of them spoke again.

This kind of aimless communication was a brand-new experience for Charlize Theron. She looked at the man's young face through the glowing elevator door, feeling slightly curious.

These days of shooting were definitely memorable in her ten-plus years of film and television career. She originally thought that besides the performances on stage that needed practice, playing a role like Angel was too easy for her.

However, every day during this period wasn't that easy for her.

At this moment, she suddenly had an impulse to chat a bit more with this man who bought her house, so she opened an invitation: "Chen, do you want to come with me?"

Chen Nuo shook his head: "Thanks, no."

If it were a Chinese woman, she definitely wouldn't ask again, but Theron asked with a puzzled face: "Why? You have nothing to do anyway, right?"

Chen Nuo told the truth: "Sorry, I'm preparing to think about tomorrow's scene."

Charlize Theron opened her eyes slightly in surprise, "Tomorrow's scene, you mean? Our bed scene?"

"Yes."

"Wait, wait a minute, you wouldn't... have never filmed a bed scene before, right?"

"I have, it's just..." Chen Nuo spread his hands.

"Alright, I understand, haha." Charlize Theron laughed, "Want to hear my advice? Then don't think too much, just let it happen naturally when the time comes."

Looking at the boy's worried face, Charlize Theron's mood instantly improved.

Finally, there's a scene you can't handle, right?

"Ding!" The elevator reached the first floor.

"Bye-bye, Chen, good luck, good night."

"Good night."

Theron smiled at him, waved her hand gracefully, and walked toward the assistant bodyguard waiting in the lobby and the agent who was standing up.

Chen Nuo sighed behind her back.

Look, this is the confidence of someone who has been in the world for many years.

Since his debut, the scene with the largest scale he had filmed was the one with Gao Yuanyuan, which was eventually cut quite a bit by Zhang Yiyi.

Besides that, except for kissing scenes, he hadn't filmed a single bed scene.

This was definitely unqualified for an actor from an art film background.

And tomorrow, a real bed scene since his debut would begin, and it was the kind of passionate one where he had to perform all the passion and love of the male lead.

This was definitely a brand-new test for him.

Look at Theron, still in the mood to drink?

As soon as he thought about taking off his pants tomorrow, he couldn't sleep!

When filming started the next day, Guli Nazha was kicked off the set.

Not just her, everyone, except the director and cinematographer, was kicked out.

"Sigh."

Guli Nazha sighed deeply.

She stood outside the house, standing on tiptoe to look inside, as if she could really see something this way.

At this moment, in the gloomy interior, everything was actually ready.

In this apartment of Angel's, the lighting technician gave the room a tender yellow light, giving everything a special texture.

At this time, Angel showed her cards to Ka Xian.

She wanted him to help her transport a batch of goods that arrived at the pier to the city every Thursday.

"No one will notice you." Theron was wearing a silk robe, touching Chen Nuo's face with her fingers, "Everything is no problem. Don't worry."

Darius Khondji stared at the viewfinder, ensuring the lens slowly advanced, sliding past the edge of Angel's robe, focusing on Chen Nuo's face, capturing every subtle change in his expression, while letting the dim light in the background outline the ambiguous and dangerous atmosphere between the two.

And on Chen Nuo's face, several layers of emotions progressed layer by layer.

First was surprise, then fear, suspicion, and finally, everything gathered into greed and desire.

Here, the previous experience of the Masked Kid really helped him a lot.

Those Mexicans, Nicaraguans, Guatemalans... these illegal immigrants struggling in the mud of this land of New Orleans, their timidity, their greed, their cruelty, and their longing were all reflected on his face at this moment.

His eyebrows first jerked up, and when Theron's hand brushed across his face, his lips parted slightly and then quickly pursed, all of this was like flowing clouds and water, and had a specific rhythm. Afterward, his Adam's apple rolled up and down, and he said with difficulty: "No, I'm not sure, Angel, I'm just... I'm just a delivery person."

"..."

"Cut!"

When James shouted "Cut," his heart was bleeding.

After that day, he began to agree with Darius Khondji's point of view.

Indeed, there are some actors you don't need to say much to. He even brought people over to help, but as a result, the second time, the person gave him an impeccable performance.

This time was the same.

Seeing the emotional changes on Chen Nuo's face, James found that he was truly an American bumpkin.

He really hadn't thought that one day he would see an actor of this caliber perform the story he wrote on his monitor.

Only creators know how strong this sense of achievement is. Just like Mao Ni seeing Lu Han in *Fighter of the Destiny*, San Shao seeing Xiao Zhan in *Soul Land*, Maibao Xiaolangjun seeing Wang Helin in *Da Feng Chu Guan Ren*,

At this moment, James was truly old and satisfied, only regretting that there was no one around to share it with.

So, when he saw Charlize Theron actually forget her lines, after he shouted "Cut," he jumped up in a rage and started cursing: "Charlize, WTF, what are you doing? Did you go lick someone's ass last night? Fuck you! Shit, you bitch! You ruined a great performance, do you know that!?"

Charlize Theron was stunned by the scolding.

Although last night's alcohol and the opponent's performance did make her shake a bit, failing to pick up the lines in time.

However, she was Charlize Theron!

Which director had ever scolded her with such foul language?

"James! What are you saying!?" Theron screamed.

James was really so angry he was about to explode, so much so that he couldn't pretend to be a literary youth anymore, directly exposing his powerful nature of making people disappear if they disagreed. He didn't care about any Oscar-winning actress, and he scolded sternly: "I fuck your mother, you South African bitch, I'm saying you %#！#@！%@￥, if you dare say another word, do you believe I'll make it so you can never act in a movie again!"

Charlize Theron looked at James's appearance, trembling with anger, subconsciously wanting to leave the set, and even immediately tell the agent waiting outside that she wanted to terminate the contract!

However, Theron suddenly remembered the surname of the man in front of her, as well as the current overwhelming power of the other party's family in America.

Her face instantly turned pale, her eye sockets quickly turned red, tears uncontrollably gushed out, and then she lowered her head and sobbed, clearly crushed by huge fear and humiliation.

Oh ho!

This can't be filmed anymore.

Chen Nuo was actually also startled by James Pritzker.

Although he knew this guy was a cold-blooded animal and just pretended to be otherwise usually.

But roaring like this after one NG, and even making personal threats, was a bit too much.

He made up his mind that he wouldn't play the role of coaxing women anymore.

James clearly didn't have that intention either. After announcing a break and letting Theron's assistant and makeup artist come in to touch up her makeup through the intercom, James just called him aside and comforted him: "Chen, I know I was a bit excessive just now, but you also saw that she was completely out of state, and I really need this scene to be perfect. Can you do it again in a while? I believe in you. You can do it, right?"

What else could Chen Nuo say? He had to nod.

An hour later, filming started again.

I don't know what Theron's agent from CAA said to her, but anyway, Chen Nuo saw the woman who had been scolded like an idiot actually go apologize to James.

Then she came over and said sorry to him too.

Chen Nuo felt quite uncomfortable inside.

It's true, after being bullied, how many people can really stand up?

Thinking of this, he sincerely comforted her: "Actually, many directors have bad tempers, and I've been scolded to tears before too. You don't need to take it to heart."

Theron's blue eyes stared at him, then she pursed her lips, "Thank you."

"No, I'm not sure, Angel, I'm just... I'm just a delivery person."

Chen Nuo in the lens said.

James clenched his fists hard behind the viewfinder, too good, still as perfect as before.

Similarly, this time Theron quickly grasped the feeling.

She smiled like a seductive, cheap blonde woman, tenderly touched Chen Nuo's chest, and whispered: "No, you are not just a delivery person, you are also a man, a real man. Lion, you are a lion, right?"

Chen Nuo's chest heaved up and down, and finally, he nodded hard.

The following scene,

Chen Nuo, this rookie, was truly in a completely passive position. When Theron twisted on him, and there was a camera next to them... he really couldn't think too much.

He felt that no matter how he thought about it, it would turn into a Japanese movie. Fortunately, Theron was different. From *2 Days in the Valley* in '96, to *The Devil's Advocate* and *Reindeer Games*, she definitely didn't lack relevant experience.

As for Chen Nuo, he lost a lot of points. In this scene, he was just like a small boat, drifting with the waves.

Until he finished acting, he didn't quite remember what he had actually done.

Just knew he kissed and touched, everyone was naked, and pants were taken off.

Besides that, he really forgot.

Letting him only wait until the release to watch the finished film and slowly recall and savor it.

In the plot, Ka Xian joined the ranks of drug dealers from then on.

Logically speaking, this should have made his life more affluent.

But the fact was not so. To better control him, Angel made him start using powder.

When performing this part, Chen Nuo couldn't find the feeling. In the end, he had to get himself dead drunk to follow Darius Khondji's lens and spin around together.

If the plot developed to this point, in the end, whether Ka Xian was caught by the police or died, it would just be an ordinary B-movie.

However, James Pritzker followed up by making the plot fall even further.

Without a doubt, this literary youth was absolutely not prepared to let the audience have an easy time.

Next, Ka Xian, feeling he was being watched by the police, wanted to find a helper to transport goods with him.

He thought of Jenny.

Ka Xian approached Jenny, but Jenny wanted to persuade him to leave this life. Ka Xian pretended to agree, but used Jenny's love for him to lure the girl into becoming addicted to drugs with him.

Afterward, Jenny dropped out of school behind her father's back and became his assistant, also becoming one of the drug addicts.

In one madness after another, the originally pure girl transformed into a ghost-like appearance. Finally, one morning, when Chen Nuo woke up from his confusion, he discovered that the girl had already died beside him with her eyes open for who knows how long, her entire face blue and purple, and flies had landed on her eyes.

This scene was actually arranged after the intimate scene between Chen Nuo and Janice Man at the beginning.

After filming this scene, Janice Man left and returned to the country after a few more shots.

In the morgue, the scene where Janice Man's role ended.

Chen Nuo didn't act, but he still came to the scene at the time.

The person playing the Chinese restaurant owner and Jenny's father was an old Chinese-American actor who had participated in *Jurassic Park* and also won a Tony Award, named B. D. Wong.

He stood in the police morgue, Janice Man lying on the cold metal table, wearing pale makeup.

B. D. Wong's hands trembled, whispering: "My daughter... my Jenny..."

The police officer stood aside: "Mr. Lee, we tried our best, but she died of a drug overdose, and there are no other clues at the scene."

B. D. Wong looked up suddenly, his eyes red, roaring: "No clues? How could she become like this! She's only 19! It must be that delivery person, that Ka Xian!"

The police officer shook his head: "Ka Xian is missing, we suspect he is already dead."

B. D. Wong was stunned, as if drained of strength, slumping into a chair.

This was the last scene after Janice Man's role ended.

After filming this, Chen Nuo started filming the story with Theron later.

The grand finale of the entire movie was after Jenny's death, Ka Xian fled to Angel's side.

And the woman at this time realized that Ka Xian had become a trouble, very likely to bring fire upon herself.

So when he went to the pier to transport the last batch of goods, she arranged for people to shoot him dead, and his body was thrown into the Gulf of Mexico, disappearing forever in the humid and dark night of New Orleans.

"Cut!"

"Wrap!"

Finally, right on the abandoned pier that James took Chen Nuo to before shooting started, with James's shout, the main shooting phase of *Drop* ended.

Chen Nuo, who had just taken a bullet to the forehead, crawled up from the cold ground and wiped the blood off his face.

Before he could stand steady, he was hit hard by James Pritzker, who ran over.

James's big belly bumped into him, patting his back hard.

"Great job, man! You were incredible!"

"That look you had at the end made my whole body burn!"

"What were you thinking just now? Can you tell me? Why did you perform so... OMG, I really can't describe it in words." James was spitting and incoherent.

Chen Nuo wasn't surprised that James saw he had indeed used the method of empathy just now.

He indeed had.

Otherwise, he wouldn't have been able to make a person about to die express the theme of this movie—*Drop*—with just his eyes.

What is *Drop*?

In Chen Nuo's understanding, it is the sense of powerlessness felt by countless illegal immigrants in New Orleans when the last glimmer of hope in their lives inevitably drips and dissipates in the darkness.

So he also had to fantasize about something he felt most deeply about to express that powerlessness and despair from the inside out.

He thought for a moment and said truthfully: "When I died."

(End of chapter) ===== CHAPTER 395 =====