A hundred flavors of life

Chapter 1269 A Superstar with a Bizarre Thought Process! (Please Subscribe!)
Hua Shier genuinely hadn't expected to meet this big star on the plane, and instinctively blurted out a greeting. To her surprise, the other person didn't even look up, coldly replying:

"I don't know you, please don't bother me, I want to be alone!"

Clearly, the other person had no intention of speaking, so Hua Shier shrugged and decided not to bother them any further. He waved to the departing flight attendant.

"that."

He'd barely uttered two words when the person next to him, thinking he was going to keep trying to pick up girls, started to get impatient.

"Don't ever ask me who Jingjing is, why are you so annoying?"

Hua Shier didn't even bother to glance at her, and continued speaking to the flight attendant:
"Excuse me, could you please give me a coffee, and this lady a 'Quiet' too? She's asked for it twice already."

The flight attendant was taken aback, somewhat confused. "Do you have such a drink?"

"Pfft—" The lady next door couldn't help but laugh out loud, turning her head to look him up and down through her sunglasses: "You're quite an interesting person."

Hua Shier said with a straight face, "Leave me alone, I want to be alone too."

The flight attendant then realized that the two were joking, so she bowed slightly and turned to make coffee for Hua Shier.

The woman next door seemed to have a low threshold for laughter, and chuckled twice more. Seeing that Hua Shier was really ignoring her, she felt bored and scoffed, then pulled the blanket tighter around herself and continued to hum quietly.

After the flight attendant brought the coffee, Hua Shier took out paper and pen from her briefcase, unfolded the folding table, and began to write furiously.

It takes more than ten hours to fly from Shanghai to New York, and these days there are no smartphones to kill time, so he decided to 'create' something else.

The inspiration came from the current environment—since we're at 10,000 meters in the air, let's write a story about an air disaster.

He wrote in an English book:
"High school student Alex Browning and his French classmate board a plane to Paris, filled with anticipation for the trip, unaware that fate has secretly woven a web of death around them."

Yes, he wrote the movie "Final Destination". The script was written by Hollywood screenwriter Jeffrey Reddick in the early 2000s. It was originally a backup script for the TV series "The X-Files". It was later adapted into a movie by Chinese director James Wong, which grossed about $1.12 million worldwide.

Now, Hua12 solemnly announces that this book belongs to the Su family in this world.

However, he needs to finish writing it quickly and get Old De to publish it, because according to the real-world timeline, the script for this movie will be completed next year, and it will be filmed and released in the same year. He has to hurry.

In 99, the business class still had the old-fashioned side-by-side layout, which offered little privacy. The lady next to him noticed that he was engrossed in writing and initially glanced at him curiously a few times, but quickly lost interest, wrapped herself in a blanket, and actually went to sleep.

Soon, soft snoring could be heard between the seats.

After writing for several hours, the flight attendant came over to ask if I wanted something to eat. The meal she recommended was quite good. For the main course, I could choose between pan-fried steak or baked lobster, accompanied by seasonal vegetables, and the appetizer was smoked salmon.

Hua ordered lobster with Chinese fried noodles, enjoyed the meal, and then continued writing.

After some time, the lady next to me stretched and turned over, her eyes behind her sunglasses catching a glimpse of Hua Shier, who was still writing.

She glanced at her watch and asked in a sleepy, languid tone:
"Hey, are you that popular author Mei Changsu?"

Hua Shier kept writing: "Now you know each other?"

"I didn't recognize you just now." The woman pursed her lips. "There aren't many people who can appear on Focus Interview. I remember seeing you on TV!"

As he spoke, he suddenly remembered something, and his expression became subtle.

Seeing that Hua Shier was still writing, she asked curiously, "What are you writing? Is it in English? Is it a novel?"

"Also, the script." Hua Shier said without looking up.

"What subject matter?"

"Supernatural horror." He kept writing, muttering to himself:
"I wrote a story about a group of students who were traveling abroad by plane when the plane exploded in the middle of the sky!"

"Are you crazy?" The woman instantly sobered up, her voice changing drastically. "Don't you know that you don't mention a car overturning or a boat capsizing when you're on a bus? You wrote this on an airplane... I..."

Before she could finish speaking, the plane suddenly encountered severe turbulence, which frightened her so much that her face turned pale and she gripped the armrest tightly with her fingers.

Hua Shier couldn't help but burst out laughing:
"So timid, yet you fly? Don't you know that with airplanes, it's either nothing happens, or if something does, it's a near-death experience?"

"You still said that!"

She was still reeling from the fright she had just received when Hua Shier said something so unlucky. She couldn't help but show a hint of annoyance, turned her head to look at the sea of ​​clouds outside the porthole, and ignored him.

A comfortable silence fell over the cabin.

Hua Shier continued writing, occasionally sipping coffee.

A moment later, the woman stood up and went to the restroom, her voice so soft it was almost inaudible. When she returned, she put on her headphones, curled up in her seat like a noble cat, and completely isolated herself from the outside world.

After a 15-hour journey, the plane landed smoothly at JFK Airport.

As Hua Shier was tidying up his manuscripts, he noticed that the woman was already standing in the aisle, carrying her carry-on suitcase with a graceful and aloof air. Her figure, dressed in a stylish dress, was tall and dignified.

He glanced at it twice and then looked away. In his view, it was just a chance encounter during the journey. The two were like two parallel lines that would be completely separated after they got off the plane.

Hua Shier, carrying his belongings, went to find the old president and the others to disembark together. Several elderly men, averaging fifty years old, looked excited and greeted him.

"Xiao Su, guess who we saw? A big star!"

Hua Shier chuckled; "Then guess who I met in business class?"

"Who?"

"Michael Jackson! The one who sang 'Screw Billy'!"

Everyone looked shocked: "Are you serious? You really?"

Hua Shier rolled her eyes in annoyance:

"What a load of rubbish! You guys work for a newspaper, how could you not know that Michael Jackson was going to the mainland?"

The older men looked disappointed. The old club president said, "But what we said is true, we saw it."

"You've already gotten off the plane, and you're still talking!"

After the group got off the plane, they saw a sign outside the airport that said "Su Daqiang" was waiting for them.

Hua Shier looked disgusted. This name was terrible; he still thought 'Mei Changsu' sounded much better.

As a result, the old president and the others immediately grabbed him and rushed over, pointing at Hua Twelve and saying to the white driver who came to pick him up:
"He is Su Daqiang, Su Daqiang is him!"

Hua Shier was really worried: "Speak English!"

As he spoke, he glanced at the translator next to the old president, thinking to himself, "Are you here for tourism? Can't you do something productive?"
Several people looked at the translator, who was in his forties and the youngest member of the older men's group. He was blushing a little and hurriedly explained the situation to the white driver in broken English, using a combination of words and gestures.

Hua Shier listened from the side and determined that the translator's English was only at the junior high school level; he would lose if it were a year more.

He simply stopped using a translator and communicated in English himself.
"I am Su Daqiang. Did Dracula send you to pick us up?"

The old president and the others looked at Hua Shier in shock, not expecting him to speak English so well.

After understanding, the driver showed no arrogance typical of white people and bowed deeply to Hua Twelve at a ninety-degree angle.
"Hello Mr. Su, Mr. Dracula has arranged for you to stay at the Four Seasons Hotel, the best hotel in New York. He is already waiting for you there, and I will drive you there safely!"

After he finished speaking, he went to help with the luggage, led the group to a stretched Cadillac, and even opened the car door for Hua Shier.

"Mr. Su, please get in the car!"

The former club presidents were all amazed by the white driver's attitude and discussed it in Chinese:
"Everyone says foreigners look down on us and have racial discrimination against us, but this foreigner is actually quite polite to us!"

Hua Shier smiled and got into the car. The white driver was polite to him because he was the other party's boss's boss!

Dracula originally wanted to pick him up at the airport in person, but Hua Shier refused, telling him to just pretend it was their first meeting and that it was just a normal business collaboration.

The extended Cadillac has a very spacious interior, allowing passengers to sit upright, sideways, or even backwards. It was the first time these older men had ridden in such a car, and they were incredibly excited.

The driver told them that there was champagne and drinks in the car refrigerator, which they could drink as much as they wanted, as well as cigars, which they could also sample.

The old boss whispered to his men, "Don't move, it's definitely not cheap!"

Apart from Hua Shier, everyone else nodded in deep agreement.

The old president of the association asked twelve questions:
"Xiao Su, you've been abroad? How come your English is so good?"

Hua Shier remained calm:
"Isn't English something you can learn casually? Is it that difficult?"

The others were speechless for a moment. Guess why we brought a translator?

Speaking of translation, after the car started, while the others pointed and chatted about the bustling streets of New York outside the window, Hua Twelve asked the old editor-in-chief in a low voice:
"Where did you find this translator? They're unreliable!"

The old president was somewhat embarrassed, and said in a voice that could only be heard by the two of them:
"My nephew bragged to me that he was good at English, so I brought him out to see for myself. I didn't expect him to be at this level!"

Hua Shier suddenly realized, "A relative, huh? That's alright then, he's one of us!"
As expected, those with powerful backers survived, while those without were all killed by the monkeys.

Looking at the street scene outside, the old president couldn't help but sigh:
"Xiao Su, when do you think our country will develop to this level?"

Hua Shier pretended to do some calculations and said, "It'll be soon. We'll be almost there in about twenty years!"

The old president chuckled, taking it as a joke, but still said:
"Then I'll take your good wishes; I really will see that day come!"

The extended Cadillac came to a smooth stop in front of the Four Seasons Hotel. The driver quickly got out and respectfully opened the car door for everyone.

Hua Twelve was the first to step out of the car and looked up at the New York landmark.

The old president followed closely behind, straightened his suit collar, and calmly surveyed the hotel's exterior.

"Wow, the buildings in capitalism are quite impressive."

Several accompanying personnel got out of the car one after another. Although they all maintained a proper demeanor, their eyes could not help but reveal a look of amazement.

Upon reaching the hotel's revolving door, the former president skillfully stepped through, not forgetting to turn back and remind everyone:
"Old Li, Old Wang, watch your pace, don't get caught in the middle. Last time I went to Shanghai on a business trip... cough cough... that's not important!"

Inside the lobby, the Italian marble floor gleams, and the crystal chandelier illuminates the entire space with a magnificent golden glow.

The old president instructed everyone:
"When you meet foreign friends later, be careful not to embarrass us Chinese."

Led by a driver and service staff, I entered the elevator and went straight to the presidential suite on the 52nd floor. As soon as the elevator doors opened, Dracula's enthusiastic greeting rang out:
"My Chinese friends, welcome to New York!"

This sentence was spoken in perfect Mandarin, and the old president and the others could understand it.

The old president took a deep breath, a calm smile appearing on his face, and stepped forward to shake hands with Dracula:
"It's a pleasure to meet you, Mr. Dracula. Thank you so much for sending someone to pick us up at the airport. I didn't expect you to speak Chinese so well!"

Dracula smiled and glanced at his master, then smiled and said to the old president:

"Don't tell me you didn't expect it; I never imagined my connection with China would be so profound."

He, the progenitor of vampires, never imagined that he would be trained as a guardian soldier by the Chinese. The fate between them is so deep that it cannot be untied!

After exchanging pleasantries, Dracula invited everyone to go inside:

"I've booked this presidential suite year-round; it has plenty of rooms. You can stay here temporarily while you're in New York!"

The old president quickly refused, saying he had heard of presidential suites, which were high-end and expensive.

The presidential suite in front of us was described by the staff in the elevator. They said it was the entire top floor, with floor-to-ceiling windows on all four sides, and that it offered a 360-degree panoramic view of New York from the tallest hotel in Manhattan.

The old president thought to himself, "A room with this kind of configuration would cost several thousand yuan for one night. I can't just take advantage of this cheap deal."

Dracula quickly laughed:
"Please don't refuse. I don't stay here often either. If you don't stay here, we'll have to book another room, which would be a waste. Besides, there's a conference room here specifically for business negotiations. We can discuss the publication here, and it will be more convenient for you to stay here!"

Upon hearing that it could be linked to work, the old president thought about it and agreed.

After everyone found their rooms and settled in, they came out to find the restaurant already filled with a dazzling array of delicious food.

Dracula invited the others to eat, then took his leave.

"I imagine you must be tired from your long flight. Let's discuss the publication issue after you've adjusted to the time difference!"

He also told them that the area was close to Fifth Avenue and Central Park, and suggested that they go out for a walk.

The next day, after everyone had rested enough, Old De brought people from Random House over to discuss publishing matters.

Although Hua Shier and Lao De could decide the contract terms themselves, since they had brought their teams, it was best to leave the decision to the teams. In any case, Hua Shier would definitely not suffer any losses.

We need to make the former president and the people working at Random House feel involved!

The former president and his colleagues engaged in a heated debate with the people from Random House in the meeting room, arguing their points forcefully.

Hua Shier sat in the living room chatting and smoking cigars with Lao De. He took out a manuscript he had written on the plane and handed it to him.

"By the way, please publish this for me too. The first part is the novel, and the last few pages are the movie script I adapted. Could you help me register it later? I think it will definitely make money if it's made into a movie!"

Old De took the manuscript and made a helpless expression:
"So, I'm going to invest in another film company?"

Hua Twelve said in an annoyed tone:

"Don't make that face, you're not spending any money to invest!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the two of them couldn't help but laugh.

The two sides discussed the publication of the three books, "Ghost Blows Out the Light," "Twilight," and "Final Destination," for three days.

The old commune leader and his team truly approached the negotiations with the spirit of fighting the foreign devils at Shangganling. They refused to budge an inch and wouldn't let the foreign devils gain any advantage. They even haggled over the exact amount down to the decimal point.

Hua Shier, the hands-off manager, spent two days watching TV in the hotel. On the third day, with the negotiations still ongoing, he woke up from his afternoon nap and went out for a stroll alone.

After wandering around for half a day, he found it even more boring. He had lived in New York in several worlds and knew it intimately.

He played a few bad games at a street basketball court, but soon no one wanted to play with him anymore. So he went to Central Park to get some fresh air and sat on a bench by the lake watching people feed the ducks.

Turning my head, I saw a familiar figure among the people feeding the ducks, wearing a black trench coat—it was the same person I had met on the plane.

She seemed to sense the gaze and turned to see Hua Shier on the bench.

"Oh, what a coincidence." She walked over, her tone casual, as if she were just saying that the weather was nice today.

The woman remembered that this guy used to write a novel about a plane crash on the plane. When she got closer, she rolled her eyes behind her sunglasses.

"What, you're here to feed the ducks too?"

Hua Shier chuckled: "I don't want to feed the ducks, I just want to figure out how to get the ducks to feed me."

"Feed you with duck?"

The woman seemed a little taken aback, tilting her head slightly. Her sunglasses slid down an inch from her nose, revealing her large, smoky-eyed eyes.

Hua Shier explained:

"These ducks are so plump, they would be delicious roast duck or pressed duck, perfect for feeding me!"

The woman's threshold for laughter was indeed very low; she covered her mouth and laughed for a long time before sitting down on the bench and sighing.

Hearing her sigh, Hua Shier turned and asked:

"You came to New York to heal your broken heart? Just by feeding ducks?"

The woman turned her head, her large eyes behind her sunglasses looking at Hua Twelve with curiosity:
"Have you heard my story?"

Hua Twelve almost burst out laughing, and blurted out:

"Your sunglasses are full of stories!"

The woman chuckled: "Nonsense!"

Hua Twelve shrugged noncommittally, then sighed:

"Speaking of which, we're quite destined to meet, it's amazing that we could run into each other in such a big city like New York!"

The woman looked at Hua Twelve for a while, seemingly understanding something, and suddenly let out a sneer:
“I watched those two episodes of your show. Your daughter mentioned it during the interview.”

Hua Shier immediately knew what she wanted to say. He hadn't expected that Su Mingyu's nonsense would be overheard by her, which was rather awkward. He quickly interrupted her:

"Children say the darndest things, we can't take it seriously."

The woman stood up from the bench and greeted them:
"I have other things to do, I'm leaving!"

Hua Shier waved his hand, watching the other person leave. He sat for a while longer, until it got dark and there were hardly any people left in the park, before getting up to walk back. Suddenly, he heard a woman scream from behind a grove of trees:
"What are you trying to do? Get away from me, or I'll call the police!"

The voice sounded familiar. Hua Shier turned around and saw three dark-skinned young men holding down the woman from before.

Two people were holding hands, and the third one seemed about to search them, or something like that.
When women saw Hua Twelve, they saw him as a savior.

"Hey, you there! Help me! They're robbing me! I've already given them all my money, but they still won't let me go!"

Hua Shier was a little curious. Didn't this woman leave earlier? How come she's being held down by this young man? If we're talking about the timeline, she shouldn't be wearing any clothes.

The young Black man who was about to make a move turned around, pulled out a switchblade, gestured a few times at Hua Twelve, and said in English:

"Get lost if you don't want trouble!"

Hua Shier, addressing the black man with the dagger, said in English:
"You guys drag her away. We know each other, and I get really embarrassed when she yells. It'd be best to gag her so we don't attract the police!"

The woman was stunned. She had thought that this man would play the hero and save her, or that he would run to call for help or call the police, but she never expected that he would let these mangoes drag her away.

You had a crush on me, didn't you? You followed me all the way to New York to find out where I was. How could you do this?

The young Black man laughed after hearing what Hua Shier said, and spat out a curse:
"You yellow-skinned pig, don't call the police, or you know what will happen!"

Hua Shier raised an eyebrow and reached behind his back to pull out a large silver revolver:
"Robbery!"

The three young black men were completely bewildered. Who the hell was the bad guy?
Hua Shier pointed a gun at the guy who was cursing him:

"Get down on your knees, all of you! Anyone who disobeys will be beaten to death!"

After he finished speaking, he pulled the trigger immediately, firing three shots in quick succession. Bang! Bang! Bang! The heads of the three young men with dark skin exploded instantly, and their bodies fell to the ground.

Hua Shier spat: "This is what happens when you don't obey. I mean what I say!"

Three headless corpses: We'd better have time to obey us! You just finished speaking and you started robbing us!

The woman was being held by the arms by two black men, her body covered in blood. She screamed in terror, her voice unusually ethereal.

Hua Shier put away his gun and picked at his ear:

"Alright, stop shouting. This is Central Park. If a gunshot is heard, the police will be here in three minutes. If we don't leave now, it'll be too late!"

The woman didn't know how she left; she just felt him pull her around a few times until they left Central Park, and then a bottle of water was handed to her.

Then Hua Shier said, "Just go for it yourself, don't worry, there won't be any trouble!"

He wouldn't dare say anything about China, but in the Western world, with Old De around, he won't have any trouble doing anything. Well, robbing the Vatican is a different story; Old De wouldn't dare go into that place!

The woman looked at Hua Twelve with some fear, but he didn't bother with her.

"Tell me, didn't you leave a long time ago? How did you get caught again?"

The woman said sheepishly, "I... I didn't actually leave. I was just hiding over there to see if you were following me. Otherwise, how could it be such a coincidence that I ran into you here, just like your daughter mentioned, and on the plane too?"

Hua Shier was speechless: "What kind of environment could nurture a phoenix like you? Do you think you're Conan? Forget it, you know what you should and shouldn't say. The police won't be looking for you about this. I'm leaving!"

He turned and left after saying that, with police lights flashing in the distance, pointing towards the crime scene.

Back at the hotel, I called Old De. Soon after, the police in Central Park dispersed, and the cause of death of the three young black men was ultimately determined to be gang infighting.

PS: Let me talk about the female lead in this world. Originally, Xia Tian set Niu Aihua as the female lead, and also changed her fate of finding an unreliable man and dying young due to depression. However, her brothers objected, and Xia Tian went along with it and started looking back, which led to a bunch of inexplicable plot developments.

Everyone on the plane knows who this is; it's part of the pre-arranged plot. The foreshadowing was planted in the interview with Su Mingyu. Now, the brothers are objecting, and the later plot needs to be changed. Last night, I tried writing a different female lead, but after several paragraphs, the results weren't ideal, and it would definitely create a bunch of unwanted plot points. So, let's just not find a female lead for this world. Let's just leave this chapter as it is for now, treat this woman as a friend, and then quickly advance the plot to write about what happens after the Su family children come of age and start their own families.

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