Chapter 454: Go crazy with alcohol

Guli Nazha's words undoubtedly opened a new breakthrough for Chen Nuo's deadlocked thinking. After pondering for a moment, Alison also nodded, indicating that this is indeed a direction that can be tried.

Before this, he himself ignored a key point—the most important difference between him and people like Ricky Gervais and Dave Chappelle:

He looks... no, cool or something, that's silly talk. The difference is that he is an actor.

When an actor performs, lines are only a part of the entire performance system, not all of them, so there is actually a lot of articles to be done here. It is entirely possible to make those dark jokes sound forgivable through some methods.

Of course, the sense of proportion here is definitely a high difficulty.

If you perform one point more, it will appear flattering and affect the effect.

If you perform one point less, it is too sharp and affects the image.

Therefore, if you want to truly achieve just the right amount, in addition to carefully preparing a suitable script, the person performing on stage must also be fake and real, and fake to be real, in order to achieve the effect.

In this way, at least it must be the kind of person who has won three or four European three major film emperor trophies to have this ability.

After discussing for a long time, Alison's final suggestion is to prepare two scripts.

One follows the gentle route, mainly created by the Golden Globe screenwriter team. The other is used as a secret weapon, created by himself as he pleases, and then handed over to the screenwriter side to become a draft.

At that time on the stage, specifically which set to use, he will control it himself according to the atmosphere of the scene.

After thinking about it, Chen Nuo had to admit that although this added difficulty to him again, perhaps it was indeed the best plan.

So the work was arranged like this.

The screenwriter team and his two lines went hand in hand.

Fortunately, he flew back and forth between China and the United States for many years, and during that time he relied on various American dramas, movies and stand-up comedies downloaded on his iPad to pass the time. Now as a copycat, he only needs to graft and use them.

Therefore, on the last day before 2012 arrived, he could still spare a day to go to the airport to receive Chen Bicheng, Pan Chengrong and Cui Xueli's family of three from China.

After 10 o'clock in the morning, after arriving at the airport, he didn't get off the car, but let Linghu and Guli Nazha go to pick up the people.

So as soon as Chen Bicheng got on the car, he started to pick faults, saying: "Yo, Chen Zong, really a big star, the whole family came to the United States to see you, and you are sitting in the car as steady as Mount Tai."

Chen Nuo ignored him and rushed to Pan Chengrong: "Mom, have you been sitting on the plane for a long time, does your waist hurt? If you told me earlier that you were coming, I would have called a plane to pick you up."

Pan Chengrong glared at him and said: "Same virtue as your dad, earned a little money, can't wait to lift your butt to the sky."

Chen Nuo smiled: "Isn't it because I'm afraid you'll be tired?"

Pan Chengrong smiled and said: "Sleep and arrive, what's tired. Also, don't you ask about Xueli?"

Cui Xueli heard Pan Chengrong's words and took the lead in saying in Chinese with a little accent: "Mom, I'm fine, I'm not tired." Then she glanced at Chen Nuo, bowed her head and said: "Brother, long time no see, how are you?"

Chen Nuo smiled and said: "I'm very good, how about you, how are you?"

Cui Xueli said in a low voice: "I'm also very good, mom takes good care of me."

Chen Nuo nodded.

Cui Xueli stayed in China for three years and was indeed well taken care of by Pan Chengrong. Under the influence of ears and eyes, compared with the introverted and fragile girl three years ago, it can be said that she is like two different people.

Although she still appears cautious in front of him, in fact, listening to Pan Chengrong, after being promoted to the first year of high school in her international school this year, she was appointed as the monitor and literary committee member by the class teacher, and because she is two or three years older than others, except that she is really not a material for learning, her grades have always been unable to go up, she can be said to be a popular figure in the school. This time the family came to the United States to visit relatives and accompany him for the New Year, and she asked for leave from the teacher herself.

Pan Chengrong handed the choice of where to go next year to her, but how she will choose, Pan Chengrong doesn't know now. He also holds a natural attitude.

He was greeting his old mom and Cui Xueli here, and Chen Bicheng on the side didn't know what medicine he took wrong, and started to be cold and sarcastic again.

It just so happened that Linghu put the luggage away and sat in the driver's seat. Chen Nuo was too lazy to say more, pulled the window by the car, and exposed his face a little bit. Almost a second later, two or three exclamations came from outside.

"Did you see it?" Chen Nuo said blandly, "Drive."

The car started to start.

Then it drove all the way to Beverly Hills. On the car, Chen Nuo and Pan Chengrong talked the most, and Chen Bicheng was thinking about something thoughtfully, without saying a word.

In the evening, Chen Nuo cooked himself, used the ingredients bought from the nearby Chinese supermarket, and made a table of dishes. Although he hadn't touched the oil smoke for a long time, the taste was still good, and Pan Chengrong was surprised.

Chen Nuo was also boasting immediately, without mentioning that his cooking skills were all practiced in his single life in his previous life. He had actually never cooked a dish in the United States these days.

In the afternoon, under his leadership, they visited his big mansion, swam in the pool, and after eating dinner at 4 or 5 o'clock and chatting for a while, Pan Chengrong and Cui Xueli went to sleep again. They came over this time to stay for seven days and needed to adjust the jet lag.

However, Chen Bicheng didn't leave, but called him to the backyard, and after chatting a little, Chen Nuo finally understood what was going on with his old dad.

"Professor Qi told me like this, your fame is getting bigger and bigger, and I, if I develop in the country, I might face a choice of two in the end."

"...... Is this Qi Yun's?"

"Mm, actually he mentioned it to me a long time ago. After this *Inception* of yours was completely popular, I found that he was right. I went to talk to him again." Chen Bicheng sighed helplessly and said: "Do you know how well our new disk, Yulan and Di, sold this time?"

Chen Nuo frowned, "I don't know."

"Before, that piece of land of Yulan Zundi, we sold it for two years in total, and it was bought at the end of last year. You also know how difficult the process was. Although we made a lot of money in the end, I say one sentence, every cent I, Chen Bicheng, earned is hard-earned money, and it is money with a clear conscience, and it is also money without problems. But this time when our Yulan and Di opened the disk in November..."

Chen Bicheng sighed and shook his head: "Before, people came to buy houses, they were really buying houses. Those with relationships found me here in a roundabout way. Those without relationships wanted to be cheaper by one yuan if they could be cheaper by one yuan. But this time... we didn't promote much, thinking about a low opening and high walking, selling slowly, and seeing if we could wait for the house price to rise again."

"As a result, as soon as it opened, I don't know where many people came from. Do you know how long our first phase, more than 800 houses, sold?"

"Less than half a day, not one left, even the top floor was sold cleanly."

"I know, this kind of thing, in Beijing, Shanghai, Shenzhen, or places like Chengdu, maybe it's not strange. But our Long'an? Never heard of it."

"I can only say that those people are not here to buy houses at all. It's impossible for Sichuan A license plates, driving BMWs and Mercedes-Benz, to come to Long'an to buy houses in a swarm? Also, people with ID cards from Beijing, Shanghai, Guangzhou, etc., all came to our Long'an to buy houses, which is even more impossible. Especially these people, they didn't have a queue number. When they came on the day of opening, they didn't ask anything, didn't ask the price, just asked if the landlord was surnamed Chen. Yes? Then buy. Directly full payment, no loans, not a single one."

"Do you know where these people came from?"

Chen Nuo shook his head: "I don't know."

"I asked clearly later, they are all people in your fan group of Nuomi, saying they want to come to support your dad's business and give you some face." Chen Bicheng smiled bitterly: "I can only say crazy."

Chen Nuo let out a long breath, not knowing what to say.

Li Jing told him many times about Nuomi, whether the company needs to intervene in management, and he refused. So he really didn't know anything about these things.

Chen Bicheng continued: "Besides this, there is Secretary Zhang, who calls me to the municipal party committee every three days to ask about my well-being, just asking when you will go back and if you can sit down when you go back."

"Only then did I really know what Professor Qi said, the tree is big and the wind is strong, the tree wants to be quiet but the wind doesn't stop. It's just that I have no way to refuse this kind of thing. This time, the news that you host this Golden Globe came out, and Secretary Zhang called me over again to ask about investment attraction. My brain is really big."

The father and son talked while walking, and unknowingly Chen Bicheng's big talk was finished and he circled the backyard and returned to the pool. Guli Nazha was looking around with a tray, and seeing them coming, she immediately served it up.

"Chen Zong, Boss, drink tea."

Chen Bicheng took it, looked at Guli Nazha and said: "Thank you."

Chen Nuo also took a cup.

Guli Nazha smiled politely: "You're welcome, Chen Zong." Then she turned and walked in.

Chen Bicheng looked at her back and said: "Do you know about these things of yours, Liu Yifei?"

Chen Nuo was speechless: "What do you know or not? What do I have?"

Chen Bicheng looked at him and said: "You are still pretending with me? Who wiped your butt for those fart things in Long'an High School back then? Still pretending with me? Do you know, what was my feeling at that time? Ah? The moms and dads of those female classmates of yours pointed at my nose and scolded me, I didn't even dare to open my mouth. I have never bowed my head to anyone like this in my life, I don't know how I, Chen Bicheng, who is so dedicated, have..."

"Alright alright alright, stop." Chen Nuo quickly made a pause gesture, "I don't know."

"Hehe." Chen Bicheng sneered, "Then what are you going to do? Still spending like this? Be a Playboy?"

"No..."

"It's strange if there is no. Your mom and I thought Wen Yongshan was good at the beginning, but you. Forget it, I'm too lazy to care about you, anyway, you let me hold a grandson or granddaughter before you are 30, and I don't care which woman you go to find to give birth. Do you hear me?"

"Heard it."

Hearing him agree so quickly, Chen Bicheng was strange instead, looking at him suspiciously and saying: "So crisp?"

Chen Nuo said without changing his face: "I actually think so too."

"Hehe." Chen Bicheng looked at him suspiciously, didn't find any flaws, drank a sip of tea, sat on the chair by the pool, and said: "I don't plan to do business in the country."

Chen Nuo was surprised and said: "Why..." The voice fell, and he knew he asked a stupid question.

Sure enough, Chen Bicheng was angry: "Just now I said so much, did you listen at all?"

He sighed and said: "If I continue to do business in the country now, engage in real estate, it will be smooth sailing for the most part. I guess with your face, I can see the officials of CD city. But, sigh, forget it, it's not a good thing to go on like this, it's not good for you, and it's not good for me. I plan to sell the houses in my hand, and that's it, I won't do it." Only then did Chen Nuo understand why Old Chen was not a face, and his nose was not a nose when he saw him at the airport. It turned out to be like this.

He suddenly didn't know how to say it, looking at Chen Bicheng's depressed look, he comforted: "If you don't do it, don't do it, just enjoy the blessings with my mom in the future, go wherever you want to play, don't worry about money. I'll give it to you."

"What do you think of Vietnam?"

"Vietnam? The environment is not very good, right? My opinion is that you should travel all over the great rivers and mountains of the motherland first, and then talk about foreign affairs..."

Chen Bicheng said impatiently: "Who told you to travel. I said what about doing business there? It has nothing to do with you there, right?"

Chen Nuo was stunned for a moment, and said speechlessly: "Are you going to do business in Vietnam?"

"Yes, your old man is not 50 this year, do you want me to retire? I'll give you a kick, do you believe it? I was originally prepared to come to the United States, but just now at the airport, seeing that you seem to have made some fame in the United States, I felt that forget it."

Chen Bicheng explained patiently: "I have a friend who develops tourism real estate in Vietnam, preparing to engage in a hotel in Nha Trang, and asked me to go and see. What do you think? If it's okay, I'll go and investigate. I heard that many Chinese people go there for tourism now, it should still be very promising."

After listening to Chen Bicheng's words, Chen Nuo also felt that it was so.

Just like in his previous life, at that time, his role and Chen Bicheng's were reversed. At the beginning, Chen Bicheng also said this, letting him retire in his 20s, eat, drink, and play, anyway, he couldn't spend the money at home for two lifetimes. As a result, he still couldn't be idle, went to do Douyin to be an internet celebrity, and finally ended up...

Old Chen is the same as him, not a personality that can be idle. It is unlikely that he will eat, drink, and travel all day long.

Chen Nuo had to say: "As long as mom agrees, I have no opinion."

Chen Bicheng and the others finally stayed in the United States for five days, but Chen Nuo really couldn't spare time to accompany them to play, just on New Year's Day, the family went to Universal Studios to play for half a day, and then they could eat and chat together every night.

In the process of these company, Chen Bicheng and Pan Chengrong also realized again—their only son had long been different from the past. Although the treatment in the United States is not as good as in the country, it is also the degree of being chased by paparazzi and not being able to show his face casually. On the day of leaving, Chen Nuo didn't send them off, and Chen Bicheng didn't say anything more.

After the family left, Chen Nuo was even busier, having meetings every day, communicating intensively with the screenwriter team of the Golden Globe, and rehearsing, turning around almost without time to breathe.

After many discussions, the script was finally determined. Soon, D-Day arrived.

January 15, 2012, 3:00 PM, the red carpet ceremony of the 69th Golden Globe Awards was held on time in the open-air passage in front of the Beverly Hilton Hotel.

Unlike the solemn, formal, and orderly red carpet ceremony of the Oscars or Cannes, the Golden Globe red carpet is more like a public star social party. There is no hard rule of "time-limited passing", and the atmosphere is much less cautious.

Reporters crowded on both sides of the passage, fans shouted the names of their favorite stars, camera lights flashed one after another, and the scene was very lively. Stars, directors, and members of various behind-the-scenes teams greeted each other on the red carpet, chatting and chatting.

It is precisely because of this relaxed and comfortable atmosphere that the Golden Globe has become one of the awards ceremonies that many actors, directors and even media people like to participate in most.

As a host, Chen Nuo is not suitable to stay on the red carpet for too long. According to the arrangement of the director team, he became the first guest to step on the red carpet, which can be considered to enjoy the special treatment of "red carpet clearing".

Similarly, in order not to hinder the entry of the stars behind, he consciously accelerated his pace.

When he got off the car, he was wearing a black suit with neat tailoring, and a bright red tie was tied on his chest. The strong contrast between black and red made him look particularly eye-catching.

For this Golden Globe, Michelle specially flew back to the United States two days ago to apply makeup for him personally.

This black girl makeup artist who has worked with him for many years can be said to have brought out her housekeeping skills today, drawing a special makeup for him, making Chen Nuo glow with a different spirit under the red carpet lights than in the past.

As soon as he got off the car, huge screams rushed toward him.

He smiled and waved to the outside of the field where fans gathered, and the screams became louder.

However, he did not stay,

When he passed the front red carpet where fans were boiling, and walked to the NBC Golden Globe live broadcast area of the media area, the anchor standing there handed the microphone to his mouth, smiled and opened his mouth:

"Wow, Chen, you really gave us a surprise. You look really great, what's going on? Is this specially prepared for the Golden Globe?"

"Yes," Chen Nuo answered with a smile very cooperatively, "This is specially designed by my makeup artist today. What do you think?"

The blonde female reporter in her thirties smiled and said: "I can only say, I like it very much. I believe the fans at the scene also like it very much—look at them, they are very excited now."

Chen Nuo laughed: "It seems I didn't waste an hour in front of the mirror in vain."

"Hosting the Golden Globe for the first time, how do you feel now?"

"Well, very nervous. I have never been so nervous in my life. Thank you very much to the Hollywood Foreign Press Association for inviting me to host, I sincerely hope that I can have a good performance tonight."

"It seems that you are ready for tonight's hosting, right?"

Chen Nuo nodded and smiled: "Haha, I think so. I prepared with a very professional team for more than 20 days, and everyone worked very hard. Now I just hope not to be too nervous later."

"Regarding tonight's opening joke—this is the thing that many American viewers and your fans are most concerned about now. Can you reveal a little bit? What will you say later?"

Chen Nuo smiled: "Haha, no spoilers. I can only say now that we will welcome a lot of excellent stars tonight. Every one of them is the most outstanding TV and film practitioner in the world this year, and I am looking forward to enjoying this night with them."

"I think we are all looking forward to it. The last question—the *Inception* you starred in was nominated for four awards tonight, do you have anything to say to the fans around the world?"

Chen Nuo smiled: "I love you, thank you for your support. I hope that in a few hours, we can enter the dream with a smile."

"Haha, I think we definitely will. Good luck tonight, Chen."

"Thank you."

Chen Nuo smiled and nodded, then stayed in the red carpet area for a while, put his hands in his pockets in front of the Golden Globe background wall, let the photographer take a set of photos, and then entered the backstage.

The time passed quickly afterwards. Chen Nuo was in the dressing room, looking at the two joke books tonight, while reciting, reviewing the actions and expressions he rehearsed countless times in front of the mirror. Just as he felt that he had just finished warming up, the voice of the general director came from the walkie-talkie:

"Prepare to enter, time is running out."

He stuffed the script into his trouser pocket and took a deep breath. Makeup artist Michelle walked over, tidied his tie, gently tidied his hair, and finally gave him a hug, and whispered in Chinese: "Come on."

Chen Nuo smiled and replied: "Thank you."

Then, led by the site director, surrounded by four or five staff members, he walked toward the entrance behind the stage.

At 8:00 PM sharp, the sound of the general director of the studio counting down came from the headset: "... nineteen, eight, seven..."

At this time, the staff handed him a glass of golden champagne in a tall glass. He took it.

At the same time, the solemn voice of a male announcer came from the site's audio:

"Live from the star-studded International Banquet Hall of the Beverly Hilton Hotel—welcome to the 69th Golden Globe Awards ceremony!"

The originally noisy banquet hall gradually quieted down under the sound of this sentence. Those guests who were still standing or walking around also returned to their respective seats.

The voice paused slightly, and after the applause sounded, continued to say:

"Ladies and gentlemen, let us welcome tonight's host—Chen! Nuo!"

Applause and cheers instantly climbed to the peak.

At this time, Chen Nuo stepped toward the stage without hesitation.

Under the gaze of more than 19 million viewers in front of the TV, and under the eyes of hundreds of Hollywood stars, directors and producers at the scene, a man with a big back oil head and a whole angular face, holding a wine glass, walked from the left entrance to the center of the stage.

Because of changing to a more mature hairstyle, his face looked a few years older than in the past, the outline was more distinct, and his eyes seemed to be brighter and deeper. Under the reflection of lights and champagne, there was a feeling of sharp edge.

He raised his head, drank the glass of champagne in one gulp, then threw his hand casually, threw the empty wine glass behind him, and smashed it into pieces on the ground.

The applause in the entire banquet hall almost overturned the ceiling.

He walked to the middle of the stage with a smile, waited for the applause to subside slowly, and then opened his mouth to say:

"That was the third glass I drank within an hour. I am now very close to the state a Hollywood star should have—it is very likely that I will say some crazy words uncontrollably and do some silly things."

In the laughter, Chen Nuo also laughed together, and then started to say the serious broadcast lines.

"Welcome everyone to watch the Golden Globe Awards ceremony broadcast for you at the Beverly Hilton Hotel in Beverly Hills, all the awards tonight. They are all selected by the Hollywood Foreign Press Association."

"I am tonight's host, Chen Nuo."

"For the audience friends in front of the TV or at the scene who don't know me, or don't know the Golden Globe. Let me be more clear."

He smiled and paused, then continued: "What you are seeing now is, the male lead of this year's best movie, hosting the world's second largest awards ceremony, and broadcast by the third largest public station in the United States. Due to the lack of nomination, he is now preparing to go crazy with alcohol on stage."

"Are you, ready?"

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