Huayu: I'm reborn, but you still force me to be a scumbag?

Chapter 440: Legally paying taxes, no quirks, honest and upright.

Upon hearing this, Fan Binbing not only did not leave, but instead became even bolder and clung to him.

She wrapped her arms around Chen Nuo's neck, her long legs in black stockings lightly rubbing against him, her voice laced with a hint of provocation: "You've been gone for so long, and now you're trying to send me away. Aren't you afraid I won't be able to resist... hmm?"

Chen Nuo sneered, "Huh? What do you mean?"

Fan Binbing chuckled, her eyes sparkling with a hint of mischief: "It's nothing. By the way, didn't I go to the premiere of 'No Man's Land'?"

"Oh, what then?"

"Then, your girlfriend came too."

"What happens next?"

Fan Bingbing's beautiful eyes sparkled: "Then I noticed that Feifei is getting prettier and prettier. Her features have really matured, and she's not that little brat anymore. So many people are fawning over her, one, two, three at a time. I'm worried about you. What if something happens to you while you're not in China... what will you do then?"

Upon hearing this, Chen Nuo initially wanted to maintain his composure, but Fan Binbing's words were clearly meant to sow discord, so what could he do?
If you don't discipline her for three days, she'll be climbing on the roof and tearing off the tiles. This woman is clearly asking for a beating, so how can he not grant her "wish"?
A short while later, two crisp "snap" sounds came from the bedroom.

"Wrong or wrong? Tell me!"

"Waaah~ I was just trying to be kind and tip you off, and you actually hit me! You're heartless!"

"Clap! Clap! Clap!"

Three more loud sounds.

"Do you admit your mistake or not?"

"I am right!"

"Okay, you wait here, I'll change the leather belt and bring it..."

What a show! It's a pity that the only possible audience member was on vacation visiting relatives in XJ, so the lack of a third party's participation and interaction made it all the more regrettable.

After about an hour, all the noise in the room subsided.

There were two people on the bed, drenched in sweat.

Fan Bingbing seemed completely exhausted, her sweat-drenched hair cascading over her face. Her high, firm breasts were still heaving violently, bearing several red marks, as if she had recently been brutally attacked by someone who didn't know their own strength.

After resting for a moment, she rolled over, leaning half her body against Chen Nuo, and asked softly with a slightly nasal tone, "Why didn't you... were you scared...?"

Chen Nuo frowned and said, "What did you say?"

"Stop pretending." Fan Bingbing pouted and said, "Are you being wary of me now?"

Chen Nuo shook his head and said, "I don't understand what you're saying."

"What I'm saying is..."

"Alright, alright, stop talking. Next time, okay... you know?"

"...You said that?"

"Damn, don't you think you're getting more and more perverted, Fan Binbing?"

"Who caused all this? It's all your fault! Back in Cannes... you led them down this path of no return!"

"I only got you on the road, I didn't make you run this far!"

"Did I run that far? But you can keep up with everything I talk about? I'm increasingly curious about just how many girls you ruined back in high school?"

"...Stop talking nonsense. Didn't you see the news? Wang Aiping, a teacher at Anxiang Vocational High School, said that Chen Nuo was diligent and studious during his time at school and was awarded the title of 'Three Good Student' every year."

"Hahahaha, isn't it because you're attracted to good looks, food, and cooking?"

"No, it's that it's about being good at hitting people, beating people up, and solving problems with violence, especially hitting women!"

……

After two rounds of "fighting," the two people, who hadn't seen each other for a long time, finally shook hands and made peace, and went to the bathroom together to take a shower.

"Why are you back so early?" Fan Bingbing asked lazily, soaking in the water. "Didn't you say you wouldn't arrive until the 7th?"

"If you have nothing to do, come back early."

"Then when are you leaving?"

"The same as always, we'll talk about it after Ruoruo's birthday."

"Huh?" Fan Bingbing was taken aback, her big eyes widening. "You mean... you're going to stay at number 15?"

"Yes, what else?"

Fan Bingbing paused for a second, then giggled, "If I'd known you'd be back so early, I wouldn't have been in such a hurry~"

Time flies, especially when you have a child by your side.

The last time I saw Chen Ruoruo, she was just a little chubby baby who could hum softly. This time, when I walked into that pink and tender room, the little one could already stand up while holding onto her crib, her big, dark eyes staring at me curiously.

"You can stand up now?" Chen Nuo turned around in surprise and asked, "When did this happen?"

"last month."

"Why didn't you tell me?"

"I wanted to give you a surprise."

Chen Nuo slowly approached, the tiny figure before him making him instinctively tiptoe. He looked down at Ruoruo in the crib and suddenly made a face.

The little guy immediately grinned and giggled.

He smiled too.

……

"Sigh, I still can't hug him. What's wrong with me?"

Watching Ruoruo cry herself to sleep in Fan Binbing's arms, Chen Nuo couldn't help but complain, "Didn't you say you weren't afraid of strangers?"

Fan Bingbing said calmly, "I was lying to you. She has hardly ever met anyone since she was a child, so of course she's not afraid of strangers because she hardly knows anyone."

Chen Nuo was momentarily speechless.

Fan Bingbing glanced at him and chuckled. "What, feeling sorry for her? It's nothing. I've already figured it out. You can't have everything. If she were your daughter, she would be lucky enough. What more could she want? She's got all the good things in the world, but that might not be a good thing."

Chen Nuo was stunned by these words. He vaguely remembered how this woman had acted as if she were about to die in front of him...

Could it be that they've changed the person in charge?
However, although Fan Binbing was right, he still wanted to accumulate some good fortune for the girl.

"...charitable foundation?"

Fan Bingbing was taken aback when he started speaking. Her eyes widened in disbelief as she asked, "You want to start a charitable foundation for Ruoruo?"

"It's not just her, but also Qi Da's daughter, in their names."

Fan Bingbing stared at him blankly for a long time without saying a word. Finally, she said in a complicated and inexplicable tone, "Aren't you afraid that it will get out and people will find out?"

"Don't worry, who cares about that?"

Chen Nuo explained his plan in detail: "...This time when I came back, Qi Da and I planned to take care of this matter together. The company will be distributing dividends in a few days, so we'll have some money."

Fan Binbing straightened up abruptly and asked, "Profit sharing? What kind of profit sharing?"

Chen Nuo said casually, "The money from Inception has arrived in my account. I'm going to take it out and split it among myself."

"what?"

"Yes, it's reached about 6 million US dollars. I've decided to keep some for myself and distribute it all. Your share, converted to RMB, is about 1 million, and after taxes, it's about 6000 million... Hello? Hey!? Holy crap, are you serious? Are you really out of your mind?"

“No, I just…” Fan Bingbing stared blankly at him, her throat bobbing as she swallowed, “I just felt it was a bit too much.”

"Too much?" Chen Nuo chuckled. "You think you have too much money?"

"No, it's taxes, we pay a lot of taxes."

……

……

That's quite a lot. If you do the math, the tax will be around 35-40%.

But no matter how much it costs, you can't not pay, right?

Not only will he have to pay taxes, but Chen Nuo's decision to establish a charitable foundation is definitely not for tax evasion or playing any games of transferring money from one hand to the other; he is serious about it.

In fact, setting up a personal charitable foundation in China is a very complicated matter. The whole process takes about six months to a year, but he already had someone in mind to prepare for it.

But Chen Nuo almost didn't recognize who this person was when they met.

"Damn, how did you get so tanned?"

"Brother Nuo, how can you blame me, Brother Nuo?" Wang Zhihan felt tears welling up in his eyes. "Because your dad is simply... ugh, President Chen's construction site is just too tough."

Chen Nuo looked the dark-skinned, thin boy up and down and nodded, saying, "It's not easy to persevere. You do look like you've had a tough time."

“I didn’t want to keep going either,” Wang Zhihan said with a mournful face. “Every time I tried to run away, they caught me. Later, they even assigned people to watch me 24 hours a day…”

Chen Nuo looked at him with sympathy and said, "So pitiful?"

Wang Zhihan pleaded tearfully, "Brother Nuo, why did you call me to Shanghai this time? I'll do anything. Really. Are there any places in Shanghai that sell their butts? As long as you don't make me go back to doing manual labor, I'll volunteer for that job, Brother Nuo."

"Hahahaha." Chen Nuo couldn't help but laugh.

Over a year ago, after finding Wang Zhihan, he prevented the tragedy from happening and pulled him back from the brink of death. Afterward, he put Wang Zhihan to work on his father's construction site to toughen him up, and instructed several people to keep an eye on him to prevent him from running away. Now it seems it really worked.

His reasoning for sending Wang Zhihan was simple: he was trustworthy. If Wang Zhihan wasn't up to the task initially, he could be put in charge of the foundation's eyes and ears later on, which would put his mind at ease.

There's no way around it, because the foundation doesn't make money, it spends money. When it comes to spending money, Chen Nuo's views are deeply influenced by Chen Bicheng, which is to use the old rather than the new, and to use relatives rather than outsiders.

Of course, this differs from modern corporate management principles. However, forgive this country bumpkin real estate boss; that's about all he's got.

Finally, Chen Nuo asked a few key questions.

Are you still in contact with your girlfriend?

Wang Zhihan paused for a moment, a hint of hatred flashing in his eyes, and shook his head, saying, "No."

"You still hate her?"

"Ah."

"Want revenge?"

"think."

"How do you plan to take revenge?"

“I…” Wang Zhihan clenched his fist, then finally let go, tears welling up in his eyes as he looked at Chen Nuo with a blank expression. “I don’t know.”

Chen Nuo patted him on the shoulder and said, "It's okay if you don't know now, you'll find out later. Go rent a place in Shanghai first, and start work tomorrow. Your boss from now on will be—her!"

Wang Zhihan glanced to the side, his face turning a dark red. "Hello, beautiful lady."

Lin Meiru crossed her arms and gave a faint snort through her nose. "Xiao Mei, he's from Xichuan Township. You're from Shanghai, so you know the area well. Go with him to rent a suitable place first. Then you can take him around."

"Yes, Mr. Chen. You, come with me." Lin Meiru said, not even glancing at Wang Zhihan, and turned to walk towards the car.

Wang Zhihan watched Lin Meiru's retreating figure, wiped the drool from the corner of his mouth, and then followed her without even glancing at Chen Nuo.

Nima.

Still the same old idiot.

Okay, fine.

……

……

After returning home, Chen Nuo told Fan Bingbing about their meeting. Fan Bingbing said with some concern, "Should I tell Xiao Mei to tone down her temper?"

Chen Nuo laughed and said, "No need."

Fan Binbing hesitated and asked, "Are you sure?"

Chen Nuo said, "Of course, I'm sure."

"Okay... fine. I'll do whatever you say."

Ever since hearing that she was about to receive a 1 million yuan bonus, Fan Binbing has stopped being arrogant and has been acting like a submissive little bird in front of Chen Nuo every day.

But Chen Nuo also knew that once the money was transferred and the novelty wore off, he would probably revert to his old ways. But how to put it?

Enjoy each day as it comes.

"Come on, give me a leg massage." Chen Nuo turned around and lay down on the sofa.

"it is good."

Fan Bingbing softly agreed and obediently placed his thigh on her lap, gently patting it with her hand as she said softly, "One of you and one of me, it's a good match, but do you think they can manage each other well? Actually, I'm quite worried."

"Let's wait until the paperwork is done. If that doesn't work, we'll ask someone outside for help."

"Yeah, that's what I was thinking too. By the way, I was just bored at home and saw a news article online... Can you tell me the truth?"

Chen Nuo noticed something odd about her tone, as if she was trying to suppress a laugh, but he didn't pay it any mind and lazily asked, "What truth?"

Unexpectedly, the next moment, Fan Bingbing suddenly crossed her legs and brought her black-stockinged foot close to his face, chuckling, "Do you like licking this too?"

Chen Nuo was stunned for a moment. He was about to get angry, but then a sudden idea flashed into his mind, and he sat up abruptly.

"Eh? Holy crap! Why are you saying that?"

……

When Chen Nuo saw the video Fan Binbing mentioned on Twitter, the related trending topics were no longer what they were just over an hour ago.

His name has also been added to today's trending search list.

Simply clicking on his name can achieve the same effect as "Quentin".

"Do you think Chen is the same kind of person as Quentin?"

The poll had only been running for less than half an hour when Chen Nuo saw that more than 3 people had participated, with 1.2 saying yes and 2.4 saying no.

Chen Nuo had no idea that so many people were doing this before dawn on the other side of the Pacific. Were they on too much drug? Or did they have some serious illness?
Or is it that the whole world is joining in the fun?
点开投票推文附属的那个视频，陈诺第一时间没有看画面，而是注意到视频下方还附带了一个时间，2011年10月23日22：30分：28秒。

In other words, this actually happened almost two weeks ago.

So why did it only erupt today?

And it spread so rapidly, seemingly overnight, to the entire global internet.

To be honest, objectively speaking, the content in the video wasn't anything excessive.

It's nothing more than Quentin Tarantino, who is well-known in Hollywood for his foot fetish...

vomit!
To be honest, Chen Nuo couldn't finish watching it.

As an actor, he would bet that the person who took the photos was a master.

Foot fetishism exists all over the world and is not unusual; it is a relatively common sexual fetish.

Actually, some of the foot fetish scenes are quite beautiful when filmed.

However, the angle of the camera and the woman's movements here were absolutely staged. The purpose was to make Quentin Tarantino's already unattractive face look even uglier and to make his behavior look utterly disgusting.

Fan Binbing was able to laugh because she knew he wasn't, which, from a gossip perspective, does seem quite ridiculous.

However, Chen Nuo had a bad feeling about it.

I took out my phone, thought for a moment, and dialed a different number.

This time is 8 PM Beijing time, which is 7 AM in Eastern Canada.

Allison was clearly still asleep; her voice was nasal as she answered the phone: "Hello... Chen?"

But after Chen Nuo finished explaining the whole thing, the person on the other end of the phone had become calm and clear-headed: "OK, give me half an hour, I'll find out who's behind this. Wait for me."

After hanging up the phone, Fan Bingbing looked at him, and her smile froze.

She hesitated before asking, "Do you think someone is behind this?"

Chen Nuo sighed, his tone indifferent: "You didn't know I was planning to collaborate with Quentin on a film?"

"Of course I know, the whole world knows. Otherwise, why would those people drag you into this?... Huh? You mean, this is aimed at the two of you? That can't be right."

She paused, then said suspiciously, "That's America, you know. Aren't there plenty of dirty tricks there? What's this all about?"

Chen Nuo glanced at her and said calmly, "Sometimes it counts, sometimes it doesn't. Whether it counts or not depends on who says it."

"Who?"

"media."

……

Less than half an hour later, Allison called back.

The voice on the other end of the phone was extremely serious: "You guessed right, it was 100% manipulated. The technical team I contacted traced back to an anonymous Twitter account that was the first to initiate this wave of public opinion."

"On the surface it is a personal account, but based on its behavior patterns over the past six months, I am 80% certain that it is a puppet account of Fox."

"Fox?"

"Yes, Chen, I have a guess..."

Chen Nuo listened quietly until Allison came up with a name that he had also thought of in the past half hour.

"...It's very likely Murdoch."

"Tell me."

Allison said, "Murdoch was recently forced to sell the News of the World due to the phone hacking scandal in the UK, and several of his media outlets are under investigation, causing his influence in Hollywood to decline sharply."

"So, he wanted to use his investment in your movie a while ago to try and salvage the situation, hoping to turn things around with this film. But... do you remember that party last month? At your house. His wife, Wendi Deng, was humiliated. Although I've never had any dealings with Murdoch, in any version of the rumors, he's definitely not a magnanimous person."

"So you think this is his revenge?"

"Yes, that's right."

Chen Nuo paused for a moment, then said, "So what do you think we should do now?"

Allison said, “You don’t need to do anything. Although there are people online trying to link you to this, very few people believe it. I’m 95% sure you’ll be fine.”

"And what about Quentin?"

“…I don’t know, we need to observe. However,” Allison sighed, “he’s really been caught red-handed. His situation, while not a secret within his circle, is undoubtedly a bit out of line for the public, especially for the hundreds of millions of Christians in America. Plus his appearance…I have to be honest, people are creatures of appearances.”

At this point, Allison paused, then said, "Perhaps this is why Murdoch chose him instead of you. Quentin, you're really in big trouble."

What happened next undoubtedly confirmed Erinson's judgment.

As expected of News Corporation, as expected of Murdoch, Quentin is indeed in big trouble.

Before Chen Nuo went to sleep, at 10:00 AM US time, he saw an article published by the New York Post titled "Quentin's 'fetish' finally exposed, will Hollywood continue to tolerate him?" The accompanying pictures were screenshots from the "foot fetish" video, deliberately selecting several moments with strange lighting and indecent angles. The text description was extremely sarcastic, portraying Quentin as a hypocritical freak.

When he woke up and saw the situation on Twitter, he was even more shocked.

News Corp. really went all out; almost all of its English-language media outlets mobilized.

The Sun, The Daily Telegraph, Sky News, and The Australian's Twitter account all reported on this incident, with increasingly scathing headlines.

Fox News also discussed the video in its midday program "The Five," saying, "We're not criticizing personal hobbies, but when someone has the opportunity to influence an actress's career, such a 'hobby' is no longer a private matter, and we must be wary of the improper use of power."

They make it sound so real.

Then on YouTube, videos edited to look like music videos began to spread virally.

The background music is mostly deliberately eerie, and the titles are very sensational, such as "The Other Side of a Violent Director," "The Darkest Footprints in Hollywood," and "Quentin's Foot World." The titles are a mess, and the video content is varied, but they do make you want to click and watch.

This whole media offensive kept "Quentin Tarantino" at the top of Twitter's trending topics for the hours he was asleep, while another hashtag, "Hollywood Sicko," climbed to second place on Twitter's global trending list.

After reading the news, Chen Nuo couldn't help but sigh.

At this moment, his phone had several missed calls from the early hours of yesterday morning, but not from the person he was thinking of.

He went back over, and they were still awake. They chatted for a while.

After hanging up the phone, he was greeted with a worried look from Fan Binbing.

"A call from Leonardo?"

"Ah."

"What did he say?"

Chen Nuo looked serious and shook his head, saying, "It's nothing, he just asked if Quentin had contacted me."

What Xiao Li meant on the phone was actually exactly what he was most worried about at that moment.

If Quentin Tarantino doesn't step forward to refute or clarify this matter by now, then their films...

It's not just Leonardo DiCaprio's agency that wouldn't allow him to act in it.

Chen Nuo was certain that Allison would absolutely not agree to him continuing to work with Quentin. The problem was, despite things having escalated to this point, Quentin hadn't reacted at all—no statements, no phone calls, no public appearances; it was as if he had completely vanished.

He couldn't very well ask anyone himself.

Because that's not appropriate.

In Hollywood social etiquette, friends can joke around, but during a sensitive period when a scandal breaks out, actively asking about someone's private affairs, especially questions involving sexual preferences and public opinion storms, is considered extremely rude. It's not only unseemly, but could also be misinterpreted as interrogation or a attempt to distance oneself.

So, at this moment, Chen Nuo only wants to say:

Is it really that hard to be a man like him who pays taxes legally, has no quirks, and is honest and upright?
(End of this chapter)