Chapter 431: Desire to Immortality

The champagne-colored satin evening dress fit her slender figure, outlining the concave and convex lines, like a golden vase carved by classical craftsmanship, shining with a soft luster in the light and shadow.

She turned around, looked at Chen Nuo, her red lips opened slightly, but didn't speak.

Afterwards, her right hand gently lifted the shoulder strap.

"Stop—"

Chen Nuo only had time to say one word, and saw that evening dress slide down quietly like a waterfall, the smooth fabric piled up silently at her feet, revealing that breathtaking body.

Except for a black thong, she was stark naked.

The golden light poured down from the ceiling, sprinkling on her sculptural outline, her skin shining with a honey-colored luster.

From the ankle to the root of the thigh, the skin was smooth and delicate, without any flaws, like satin that had been polished, and not a single hair could be seen. The tight muscles exuded a healthy and powerful beauty, making people have to praise that wax hair removal is indeed a great invention of human civilization.

At 36, she still maintained a figure that seemed to be in her twenties. Her chest was full and upright, her lower abdomen was flat, with clear vest lines, and the whole person was like a female leopard waiting for an opportunity on the spring grassland, standing quietly, but carrying a wildness and aggression that rushed towards her.

This unobstructed beauty and oppression made Chen Nuo swallow his saliva involuntarily.

He was wearing a pair of thin casual pants worn in summer, and subconsciously crossed his legs on the chair.

Charlize Theron saw this, and a hint of triumph flashed in the depths of her eyes.

Before coming today, she was actually a bit worried about the reaction she felt in the movie before, just a performance after entering the play.

However, it seems now that years of fitness and yoga have yielded sufficient returns. Whether in the play or outside the play, she could still make this boy who was more than ten years younger than her produce some amazing changes.

She raised her feet slowly, stepping out of the skirt at her feet.

The crisp and rhythmic "click, click" sound echoed in the quiet room,

The trembling female body carried by the red high heels walked towards Chen Nuo step by step.

"Is this okay?" The woman's voice was low and hoarse, "Is this enough?"

Chen Nuo felt his throat a bit dry, some alcohol accumulated just now was running around in his body. It seemed a bit inappropriate to put his eyes anywhere, because everywhere was bare.

So, he had to keep staring at the place covered by the black triangular fabric.

He tried hard to calm down, "Don't, don't be like this, Charlize, put on clothes, put it on, please calm down."

"Really? Do you really want me to put it on?" Charlize Theron asked with a hoarse voice.

Walking closer and closer, Chen Nuo was full of the clear, sweet, and soft floral and fruity fragrance of Dior J'adore, the rich fragrance made him suspect why he couldn't smell it before, until she suddenly drilled out of the closet and gave him a fright??

Chen Nuo swallowed his saliva and repeated: "I've said everything I should say, apple, nothing else."

Theron put her index finger in front of her bright red lips and made a "shhhhhhh" sound.

Afterwards, she walked past him, didn't stop, and walked all the way to the corner of the room.

There was a vinyl record player there, as well as a record cabinet with many vinyl records.

Theron said: "These are all my favorite records, I didn't expect you to keep them, do you also like listening to them?"

Chen Nuo of course was embarrassed to say that it was mainly because he couldn't live here for a few days a year, and didn't have the energy to re-arrange, otherwise he would have thrown them out long ago and replaced them with a laser disc player and a high-definition projector.

Theron flipped through the records, picked one out, skillfully pulled out the record disc, gently blew away the dust that might exist, and put it into the record player.

The tone arm lifted, moved to the edge of the record, put down the needle, and the record started to rotate immediately.

After a slight "rustling" sound, a drum beat with a bit of dynamic rhythm sounded from the speakers, and then a slightly peculiar male voice sang:

"Come inside, take off your coat, I'll make you feel at home... Now let's pour a glass of wine because now we're all alone..."

Following the rhythm, Theron started to sway her waist slowly.

Her buttocks swayed gently with the melody, the movements were very professional, and every twist accurately fit the beat.

"Now let's pour a glass of wine cause now we're all alone..."

Immediately she turned around slowly, the light hit her wavy blonde hair, like shimmering gold.

And then raised one arm, her fingertips slid slowly along her collarbone from her upper body, stopped on her thigh, while the other hand rested on her waist, her thumb hooked the thin strap of the thong.

Afterwards, her body leaned forward slightly, then slowly sank, her knees bent, her thighs opened and squatted, stood up, and did a wave.

Chen Nuo maintained the etiquette of Chinese people not looking at what shouldn't be looked at, and kept staring at the only place on Theron covered by fabric.

However, I don't know what happened, clearly looking at that black thin rope that was looming, the fire in his heart burned more and more fiercely, the air conditioning in the room was basically useless, making him have to loosen the two buttons on his collar.

Theron followed the drum beat of the music, stepped and walked towards him, the model-like walking posture made those straight and slender legs full of power and rhythm in the intersection, and finally stood still close to his knees.

Chen Nuo hadn't reacted yet, the woman leaned over, her hands supported on both sides of his knees, her exquisite upper body stuck up, from his knees all the way up, and completed a close-fitting wave from bottom to top slowly again.

Fuck, at this moment, Chen Nuo was really a bit unable to hold on.

"Girl, you make me feel real good, (ooo) we can do it 'til we both wake up..." The singing continued, the lyrics seemed to be the annotation of this moment.

Theron's face stuck to the side of his face, her green eyes flashing with fire, looking at him from a close distance. Her red lips opened slightly, whispering softly: "How about it? As long as you are willing to help me... I will make you very happy."

Chen Nuo's Adam's apple moved, couldn't help but swallow his saliva again, "I told you, Charlize."

"No, you didn't." Theron paused, looking at the other party with deep eyes.

"No, I really..."

Before he finished speaking, Theron straightened her body, turned around, stood between his legs, raised her hands, started to twist her hips and sway her waist following the rhythm of the song, twisting like a snake.

Obviously, the special training in New Orleans at the beginning was very effective, every inch of Theron's body was trembling, swaying in the rhythm of R&B, Chen Nuo watched for a while, and couldn't help but stretch out his hand, wanting to try what the honey-colored jelly felt like.

But Theron seemed to have guessed what he wanted to do, and the moment his palm was about to fall, her body tilted slightly and dodged it.

She looked back, "Want it? If you want it

She turned her head back, "Do you want it? If you want it, then tell me."

"I..." A flash of struggle crossed Chen Nuo's eyes.

Seeing this, Theron felt a surge of joy in her heart and encouraged him, "As long as you say it, you can get what you want immediately, I swear."

Chen Nuo gritted his teeth and clenched his fists.

"Say it." Theron lowered her voice, "Once you say it, you can do anything you want to do."

Chen Nuo's entire body was tensed tight, his eyes darting around everywhere; he could only use his willpower to restrain his mouth.

Charlize Theron took a deep breath, a flash of determination crossing her emerald eyes, and she decided to turn up the heat.

She suddenly pulled down Chen Nuo's belt and bowtie, tied his two hands to the armrests of the chair, and left him unable to move.

Afterward, the woman turned around again, slowly squatted down, placed her hands on his knees, and leaned forward; her honey-colored skin glowed with a silk-like luster under the dim yellow light.

Following the drumbeat of the music, her buttocks pressed against Chen Nuo's trousers, drawing slow and deep circles.

"I wanna love you down, (ooo) I wanna sex you up... I want to love you slowly, I want to..." the male voice crooned in the record player, as if providing a soundtrack for her movements.

After perhaps a minute, Theron slowed down her swaying movements, turned her head back, glanced over through her cascading blonde hair with green eyes, and said hoarsely, "Chen, how is it? Are you going to say it or not..."

At this moment, Chen Nuo's feeling was truly like being subjected to torture and interrogation; his whole person was being roasted on a fire, with the tiger bench and chili oil all being used at once. He opened his mouth, wanting to say something, but his throat was incredibly dry, and he couldn't make a sound.

Seeing that he still wouldn't speak, a flash of shyness and determination crossed Theron's eyes. She stood up abruptly, her long legs—at least 1.2 meters or more—spread wide, and bent down, using only her buttocks to sway in the air, drawing one circle after another.

After a while, she looked back, bit her lower lip, and whispered, "How is it? Did you see it? Are you satisfied? Don't you want to..."

"I want to."

Alright, Chen Nuo finally gave up.

How pathetic.

Under the woman's intense pressure, he ultimately failed to withstand the test, abandoned his persistence, betrayed his resistance, and became a shameful traitor.

"Berkshire Hathaway," he said with difficulty.

He betrayed his position as a reborn person, told his secret, and confessed the two stocks in his entire stock account.

Apple and Berkshire Hathaway, he said them all. Just say, what kind of ambition does he have!?

However, Charlize Theron was very calm, watching him without moving.

"What are you doing? I already said it, why are you still just standing there? Why don't you hurry over?" Chen Nuo said with dissatisfaction. Afterward, he shook his hands, but Theron had tied them very tightly, and he couldn't break free.

Theron said disappointedly, "So, you still won't say it."

"No, I said it. I told you everything, Apple and Berkshire Hathaway, what else do you want me to tell you?" Chen Nuo said loudly.

Charlize Theron didn't believe a single word.

What "Apple" and "Berkshire Hathaway."

What does this count for? If you ask any fund company to recommend stocks, these two companies will definitely be on the list.

This was definitely trying to fool her.

She didn't need this kind of thing that everyone knew; she wanted that kind of secret weapon that could let her turn things around in one fell swoop.

The three million-plus dollars she had scraped together had only a mere four hundred thousand left in these short two months.

And at this very moment, loan installments, rent, car loans, and credit card bills were all pressing down on her like a flood. She was almost unable to sleep through the night, tossing and turning, and hadn't closed her eyes for several days.

The most fatal thing was—just when she needed to take advertisements, film movies, and make money to save her life, her agency, CAA, had no idea that her financial situation had reached the point of bankruptcy and, instead, had suspended all negotiations for her new films and new advertisements.

Just because he was currently red-hot, the CAA executives were optimistic about the market performance of the new film they both shot, believing there was a chance for her to get rid of her current awkward state of being neither here nor there and advance further to a new career high point.

Therefore, they suggested: wait until "Drop" is released before talking; everything should be based on waiting and seeing.

This made Charlize Theron feel like a mute eating coptis—having bitterness she couldn't speak of.

She didn't dare to say it either.

Because before this, she had personally guaranteed it to CAA. If she said it now, she was certain—she would immediately be kicked out of the A-list client list and thoroughly demoted. And this was something she could not accept no matter what.

So she could only choose another path: where you fall, you must climb back up.

Now, whether it's Twitter, blogs, or various stock trading communities, one thing has become a topic that almost everyone is discussing: a certain Hollywood star must be a stock trading expert—otherwise, how would he dare to speak publicly on American television? And in the end, with his help, thousands of American families made money; on Twitter and FB, many people posted their bills, expressing their gratitude to him.

Being in Hollywood, Charlize knew even more than most people.

For example, a long time ago, a certain extremely reliable source revealed a rumor that sounded like a joke but now sounded more and more like the truth: Nuo Chen had entered the market precisely when the financial crisis ended in 2009, and now, just by stock trading, he had already earned hundreds of millions of dollars!

Last night, suffering from insomnia again, she finally hardened her heart this morning, deciding to put down her posture and go all in.

This house was originally hers; she was familiar with the layout here and knew even better where the master bedroom was.

Today, as soon as she arrived, she didn't greet anyone, avoided prying eyes, and went up to the second floor, wanting to go to the master bedroom and wait for him like a rabbit waiting for a tree stump.

Only, she encountered a small problem halfway.

Just as she came up, she bumped into a Chinese woman coming out of a guest room. Her heart sank, and she almost gave herself away. But fortunately, she reacted quickly and, without blushing or skipping a beat, made an excuse of "Can I borrow the restroom?"

She got through it without any danger, and afterward, she entered this bedroom she was incredibly familiar with to wait for him to return.

And with things having progressed to this point, did she still have a way out?

No way.

Seeing that the man was still stubborn at this point and still stalling her.

Charlize Theron knew that if she didn't give him a little sweetness, it wouldn't work; this person's willpower was the firmest she had ever seen. She could only do that, then do that, slowly wearing down his willpower.

She hardened her heart, turned around, straddled Chen Nuo's lap, her knees locking on both sides of his waist, placed her hands on his shoulders, and then, her graceful body leaned forward, her waist slowly drawing circles, the rhythm following the drumbeat of the record, and she began to dance a close-contact dance.

At the same time, her buttocks also shook up and down, using the ultimate move she had learned back in New Orleans.

According to the dancer who taught her, there was absolutely no guest who could remain sober under this move.

Chen Nuo immediately began to moan "ah ah ah" as well, as if he had been electrocuted.

After being shocked for about 10 seconds, Charlize Theron stopped.

"Are you really—still not going to say it?"

". Damn, don't stop, I already said it!"

Theron looked at the other person with deep eyes; she admired him a little.

The man had clearly fallen completely, but even in this situation, he was actually still able to keep the secret. This man truly had an iron-like willpower.

But at the same time, this also ignited an even more vigorous fighting spirit in her.

"Ah ah ah ah—"

He didn't know where Theron had learned it, but this posture, this frequency, this scale, really could only be done by Western women who liked to exercise. Even Tong Liya and the others who studied dance definitely didn't have the stamina to do this. This was a half-squat twerk, super high difficulty; he had only ever seen it in certain small movies. And the stimulation it brought could only be described with four words—ecstasy to the point of death. But this woman just happened to stop at the surface; it could really be called the number one torture in history! If he could move, he would have long ago...

"Hmm?? Changed your mind? Do you want to open your mouth?"

"I, Charlize... don't be like this, what exactly do you want me to say?"

"Baby, give me a name, don't use nonsense like Apple to stall me. I'm not an idiot!"

"."

"Say it, and I will satisfy you completely, I swear."

"……Alright, I'll say it."

Theron was overjoyed, "Very good, say it Chen, I swear you won't regret it."

"Indeed, I am preparing to buy a stock recently," Chen Nuo said, struggling, "but I didn't lie to you before, that was definitely a very safe choice. And this stock has high risk, is full of uncertain factors, and if you're not careful, you'll lose everything; are you sure you want to buy it with me?"

"Of course!" Theron said without hesitation.

How could she not understand the principle of high risk, high return? This was undoubtedly what she needed.

"I'm one hundred percent sure. Chen, thank you very much, I swear to God, I will repay you. Immediately!"

"Tes-"

"Tes?"

"Tesla."

"………"

"……Ah ah ah ah ah."

Mark Zuckerberg was watching the entertainment news on the screen when someone suddenly approached him; he hurriedly switched the screen and pretended to look at the code.

"Mark, did you see the news?" Sheryl Sandberg asked.

"What? I didn't."

"Chen held a party in LA last night."

"Oh?"

"Yes, he invited many people to celebrate his film breaking 2.2 billion dollars at the box office; today's Twitter is full of related news. Let me introduce it to you: currently, although "Inception" has been pulled from theaters in some countries, in our country, as well as the UK and Japan, there are still movie theaters scheduling it. Previously, it held the weekly box office championship in the US for 7 consecutive weeks, and in the last week, it actually killed its way back; currently, it has won the weekly championship 8 times, one more than Avatar. Although it seems now that its global box office can no longer surpass Avatar, but... do you want to say something?"

"What do you want me to say?"

Sandberg sighed and said, "Mark, don't be childish. I know you're uncomfortable, but look at his momentum now; compared to two years ago, he is more like a superstar. Every day on our website, without us recommending him, his fans are increasing. In just two short months, his followers have approached 40 million; it's estimated that in at most a week, he will be the first person in the world to have 40 million followers on a social networking site."

"Now, even a small party of his is being made a fuss about as if Justin Bieber got a girlfriend. He also absolutely has enough financial resources to take us to court, no matter how long it takes. You should also realize... with his current fame, he can completely provide help for us in the future. This is actually not a losing deal for us."

"." Zuckerberg gritted his teeth and said, "You think he won't agree?"

Sandberg sighed again and said, "It's obvious, isn't it? If he were afraid of us, he wouldn't go to LA to hold some celebration party. This can only mean that he won't back down. If we really go to court with him, our chances of winning are very low, and it will also have a big impact on our reputation. Don't forget, we are about to IPO."

Zuckerberg's expression was uncertain, his hand constantly spinning a pen.

Sandberg looked at him and suggested, "How about this, Mark, you call him again."

"What do you want me to say?"

"You can propose your conditions on the phone, ask him if he is willing to exchange the Class A shares in his hands for Class B, sound a bit more sincere, and say that for this, you can compensate him with some money. Listen to his reaction, see if he is anxious to reach a deal, if he feels anxious, if your delaying tactic has played a role. But if he isn't at all, then give up. Don't act on impulse. Taking someone like him to court before the IPO is absolutely a stupid thing."

Mark Zuckerberg pondered for a moment, and in the end, he nodded.

In order for Sandberg to also hear the content of their conversation, Zuckerberg turned on the speakerphone.

"Beep, beep, beep."

After a long time, the other end of the phone was finally picked up.

"Hi, Mark, what's wrong."

The voice was low, full of exhaustion; it was a voice Zuckerberg had never heard before. It was as if he had been suffering all night and hadn't slept at all.

However, Zuckerberg was in no mood to care about someone's sleep problems.

He got straight to the point, just as Sandberg had just said, and proposed his conditions.

". Chen, as long as you agree, I can pay you 100 million dollars for this, how about it? But not now, I don't have that much money right now. It needs to wait until after the IPO. Think about it, at that time you haven't lost anything, the stocks in your hands are still the same amount, right?"

"Stocks? What stocks!"

At this moment, Zuckerberg suddenly heard a woman's surprised voice coming from the other side.

Afterward, all sound disappeared at once; clearly, the other side had turned on mute.

This guy, he was actually still living a life of debauchery! Even now, when he was on the phone with himself, he was probably still...

Zuckerberg was a little angry, but after glancing at Sandberg, he immediately restrained himself.

Just as his capable assistant said, although FB was no longer that stumbling startup that didn't know when it would die, the person on the other side of the phone was also not what he used to be. The importance of him to Facebook had not diminished; falling out with him would only result in both sides suffering.

Perhaps with the capital support of the IPO, after FB ushered in a period of rapid development, for example, ten years later, he would have the confidence to be able to fall out with him without damaging himself, but now was really not the time.

Thinking of this, Zuckerberg suddenly had an ominous thought: what if he was still on par with Facebook ten years later?

No, that should be impossible.

Zuckerberg waited patiently for a while; not long after, the sound on the other side was turned back on.

"Mark, no." The voice on the other end of the phone suddenly became incomparably relaxed, as if he had finally unloaded a heavy burden, "I think a contract is a contract, but... I must say thank you. I can finally... Alright, you think about it some more, I have to... Bye."

The phone hung up.

Zuckerberg couldn't quite believe his ears; he turned his head in astonishment and asked, "What did he just say? I didn't hear wrong, did I?"

Sandberg gave a bitter smile and said, "No, you didn't. He did indeed say that. Don't be surprised, this is Hollywood; I heard many things when I worked at Google, and I guarantee there isn't a clean guy there. This doesn't count for anything."

Zuckerberg was stunned for a long time, and finally put away the slightly envious look on his face.

"It seems my delaying tactic had no effect on him; he is not anxious."

"Obviously."

"He is also not in a hurry."

"I think so; the game he is playing sounds very interesting, he should be able to play it for a whole year and not get tired of it."

"……Now you call him again, say we agree, and tell him to come sign the contract immediately."

"Now?"

"Yes, now! At least interrupt him, damn it!"

PS:

OK, build a group. I'll go set one up.

(End of chapter)