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

Chapter 598 Damn Freedom

“Irwin Candy, he once owned the fourth largest cotton plantation in the Mississippi, with thousands of slaves. But now, we've lost the war, those niggers are free, most have left, only a small number have stayed. So, he's turned his attention eastward. Niggers are now the focus of the Yankees' attention. But nobody cares about the Chinamen—”

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"what--"

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"Ugh—I'm sorry, I—"

Bang bang bang bang!

"Ughh ...

“Remember, if I ever hear ‘Chinaman’ or ‘Qingch’ from your mouth again, I’ll cut your tongue out and shove it up your anus, understand?”

"Yes...yes sir."

"OK, let's start over."

"...Irwin Candy is now exploring some new businesses. Last year, he started a railroad company, hired some Chinese, and is building the Nebraska-Utah Pacific Railroad branch line. His estate has now been converted to grow tobacco and sugarcane, and he has also bought a lot of silk, tea, and all sorts of Oriental antiques. In short, he is now very interested in everything from the East..."

"So, you went north and kidnapped my wife?"

"NO!!! NO, Sir! That was just an accident. We were just about to take a few escaped black men back south when your wife suddenly rushed out, yelling at us. She's the one who started this trouble..."

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"Ahhh—sir, I was wrong, I was wrong, sir, it was Dick's idea, he said your wife could fetch a good price with Alvin Candy, I swear..."

Bang bang bang.

“Dick’s head has been blasted to pieces by you, sir, spare me—”

Bang bang bang bang bang.

"Okay, let's continue."

“Huff huff huff… gulp, okay, okay, sir. I’ll continue. So, I, I don’t think you have a chance of rescuing your wife from Alvin Candy. The moment your Asian face appears before him, he’ll be on high alert. Because in Mississippi, Asians, like Black people, can’t go into any pub, can’t sit in any chair, can’t be at any table, can’t drink. And absolutely cannot share any drink with any white person in public. He’ll kill all three of us and bury us on his plantation to fertilize the sugarcane—”

boom.

"Ah, I was wrong, stop, sir, I was wrong. Sir, if you really want to go, I will go with you, no problem, as long as you don't kill me, I will do anything, I really mean it, I'm willing to die with you."

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"Ah ah ah ah ah--"

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"Father, why did he want to die just now, but now he's so humble and cowardly?"

"That's how petty people are; they only have a moment of courage and bravado. Give them a chance to catch their breath in a desperate situation, and then give them a sip of water or a piece of bread, and they'll become a complete coward."

"...Father, what about the truly great man?"

"For great people, life and death are merely thresholds they can easily cross. No matter how cruelly their enemies torture them or tempt them with wealth, their will remains steadfast. Their will is as strong as steel, and no one can make them yield."

Do you know someone like this?

"…………know."

"Who is he?"

"That's a long story."

"But we have a whole winter, don't we?"

……

“That winter, my father, the prisoner who was captured—I’m sorry, it’s been so long that I’ve forgotten his name—and I spent a long time together in the mountains of the west.”

"My father seemed to foresee everything that would happen in the future."

So, during those months, he not only told me the story of a stone general, but he also taught me all the skills he knew, just as I am teaching you now.

However, I was too slow-witted; in the end, I learned less than a tenth of what he did.

"Finally, when spring came, we came down the mountain together, carrying heavy bags of money—money we had earned that winter by hunting down wanted criminals with bounties on our heads."

We went to Mississippi.

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Downtown Greenville, Mississippi.

Three figures slowly entered through an iron gate that read "Cleopatra Club".

Leading the way was a white man in his fifties with a full beard; his right sleeve was empty, swaying gently in the wind.

Behind him was a tall man wearing a silver metal mask, a white shirt with a stand-up collar, a black suit, a wide-brimmed top hat, and white gloves. He looked like a nobleman who didn't want to show his face in public. A black girl of about ten years old, wearing the latest dress from the late 19th century, followed quietly behind him.

The white man picked up the gold lion head door knocker and knocked. A black woman dressed as a maid opened the door, looked at the three people in front of her curiously, and said, "Hello."

The white man said, "Hello, ma'am. I am Ace Spike, and we are here to visit Mr. Calvin Candy."

The maid immediately smiled and said, "Hello, Mr. Spike, please come in."

"Thank you." After thanking him, Ace Spike gave a fawning smile, stepped aside to let the masked man and the little black girl behind him enter the room, and then followed.

The Black maid smiled and gently closed the door.

The club's interior, like its exterior, is resplendent in gold and extremely luxurious.

A young blonde woman in a long dress walked out of a banquet hall. Through the crack in the open door, one could see a lavish banquet taking place inside, where a group of white people were singing, "I wish I was in the land of cotton, old times there are not forgotten..."

That was "Dixie," a song that had become incredibly popular in the southern states in recent years.

After the war, this song was once regarded as a symbol of slavery and ridiculed by the Northern media as "a hymn to traitors," so much so that few people in the South dared to sing it in public.

However, at the Cleopatra Club—a place of extravagance where southern landowners, northern speculators, moneylenders, and railroad contractors gathered—no one seemed to care about such things.

The door was quickly closed. The woman stopped, her large, bright blue eyes scrutinizing, yet also curious, as they fell upon the three people in the lobby on the first floor—

A moment later, she gently raised her chin and walked past the three of them with a cold expression.

"--Card!"

"Well done, Emma! You're so beautiful, that look—perfect!" Quentin exclaimed with a beaming smile, almost clapping his hands in excitement.

Emma Stone grinned and said, "Thank you, director. Would you like to do it again?"

“No need.” Quentin waved his hand and said with a smile, “That’s enough. Okay, guys, take a 30-minute break, let’s give Emma Stone and Chen some time to say goodbye, and then we’ll start the next round.”

Chen Nuo took off his mask and smiled at Emma Stone.

……

"Damn, Emma, ​​don't tell me you came all this way just for this cameo."

"Hoo hoo... No, that's not it. Jesus Christ, what's wrong with your pants?"

“How should I know—hey, be gentle, it's a costume! Okay, okay, I'll do it myself… Ugh, shit, oh my god, don't be so hungry, okay? You're scaring me a little…”

This blonde woman, whose mother was still wearing a gorgeous 19th-century court dress, didn't seem to care at all, crouching down like a shark and devouring a large, fat fish. This was in the studio's bathroom, small and cramped, with very little soundproofing. Although he was an experienced photographer, having been to bathrooms all over the place, he had never actually been to one while filming. Chen Nuo was genuinely a little terrified.

There was nothing they could do; there was no way to stop it. So they took precautions and shouted at the top of their lungs, "Nazha, let me know if anyone's coming."

"Understood!" came the girl's voice from outside. "Boss, hurry up."

"Don't rush me, I want to hurry too, but it can't be any faster!!"

"Then you should work harder! Make her hurry up!"

"……Shut up!"

Chen Nuo said irritably.

Then he pulled Emma Stone up from the ground.

Gulnazar's words, though blunt, are true. Regardless, Emma Stone rushed to New Orleans after finishing filming "The Amazing Spider-Man 2" in New York. She arrived at the studio early in the morning to play such a minor role, and then left immediately afterward. Her intentions are quite touching. It's reasonable for her to make the other party happy.

Time was limited, so he didn't waste any more words. He turned the woman around so that her face was turned away from him, and then began to fuss over her magnificent court dress. In the process, he also made small talk.

"You're going to France soon? Hmm—"

"Oh yes~"

"How long will it take?"

“OMG—I don’t know, maybe a long time… God, Chen, you’re still the best. You’re really too good. I’ve used so many fake products, but none of them can replace you. If you can stay with me forever, I won’t go to France.”

"Alright, Emma, ​​stop talking about that. Remember to say hello to Woody for me when you get there."

"You, you, I'm serious, you're very close to Woody?"

"Not really, it's just that I sat next to him at the Oscars the year before last and we chatted for a while."

"Actually, I'm a little worried. This is my first time working with him, and I've heard that he's a tough guy and not easy to deal with."

"Maybe. I'm not too sure about his work, but he seems like a nice person in private."

"Is that so? I hope so. Oh, I'm coming soon, but this time, besides him, there's Colin Finn too. I'm not very good with the British."

"No problem, you're so enthusiastic and cheerful, Emma, ​​you can do it."

"Thank you, Chen. I'm here, and I hope I can do that too. You're really amazing!"

After saying that, Emma Stone turned around, hugged him tightly, kissed him twice on the cheek, and whispered, "Good luck, now it's your scene with Leo, right? I really want to stay and watch—"

Chen Nuo was about to say something when another voice came from the doorway: "Boss, it's over? Really that fast? Impressive!!"

His face immediately darkened, and he instantly forgot what he was saying.

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Emma Stone wasn't the only one making a cameo appearance.

Christoph Waltz, who originally played an important supporting role in "Django Unchained" and is a favorite of Quentin Tarantino, is also here, but this time, he is no longer a dentist, and the future Oscar for Best Supporting Actor is destined to be out of reach for him.

But Waltz was unaware of all this. He strode down the escalator, flashed a warm smile at the trio in the living room, and said loudly, "Ace Spike, long time no see."

He walked over, extended his hand, then suddenly paused, surprised, and asked, "What happened to your hand?"

“Hello, Mr. Mogel.” James Remar said, taking off his cowboy hat with one hand, holding it in his mouth, shaking hands with Waltz, and then putting it back on. “I went hunting in the mountains in winter and a grizzly bear bit it off.”

"OMG, a grizzly bear appearing in winter? That's really rare. I'm so sad to hear this. Where's Dick? Didn't he come with you?"

"No, he was killed by a bear."

"Oh my god—okay, so who is this masked man?"

“This is Sean Lung, the distinguished guest I'm introducing to Mr. Candy. He's an adventurer who has just returned from the East. And that's his maid.”

“Oh!” Waltz’s gaze swept over Quivenzani, then he nodded and extended his hand, saying, “It’s a pleasure to meet you, Mr. Lang.”

Chen Nuo extended his hand and said in a hoarse voice, "It's a pleasure to meet you too, Mr. Mogel."

Christoph Waltz looked him up and down, then nodded and smiled, “Very well, gentlemen, come with me, I’ll take you to see Calvin. He’s in Caesar’s Room on the fourth floor right now, playing games with a group of friends. I’m sure he’ll be happy to meet this mysterious guest from the East.”

The trio then followed Waltz upstairs. As they went up, Waltz proudly recounted his connection to the Candy family, saying that he had been arranged by Candy's father to study law from a young age so that he could continue to serve the Candy family when he grew up.

"It's almost fair to say I was born a Candy family lawyer."

"Or you could say you were born a slave."

Suddenly, a little girl's voice interrupted the man's boastful talk.

The stairwell fell silent instantly.

Several men turned around at the same time to look at the little girl who was lagging behind with a defiant expression.

Waltz asked, somewhat annoyed, "What did you say?"

Remar immediately said, "Ignore her, sir."

Chen Nuo said casually, "I'm sorry, Mr. Mogel, my maid is always outspoken."

Remar said, "By the way, is there anything else I should be aware of before meeting Mr. Candy?"

“Hmm, he’s recently taken a liking to Eastern languages.” Waltz shook his head speechlessly, turned around and continued upstairs. “He especially likes it when people call him Mr. Candy in Chinese.”

Remar smiled and said, “I understand. Culture from the East can fascinate anyone. Mr. Lang is an expert in this field. He not only understands Chinese, but also brought back a ship full of treasures from the East, all of which were transported from China. There are many silks, Buddha statues, and antiques, all of which are rare treasures.”

“I see.” Waltz said as he went upstairs. “No wonder Calvin was willing to see you. However, Mr. Lang, you’d better not speak Chinese in front of him, because he can’t understand it and it will embarrass him.”

Chen Nuo said, "Okay."

"How long have you been in China, Mr. Lang?"

"More than ten years."

"This is not a short period of time. What about over there? I heard there was a war a few years ago, where a group of slaves wanted to rise up and overthrow their masters. I have to say, the world is almost in chaos. From East to West, why can't those slaves just stay quiet for a while? Why do they have to go looking for some damn freedom?"

"Perhaps it's because of that damned freedom, which is bewitching no matter where in the world, Mr. Moguer."

As soon as he finished speaking, Waltz stopped abruptly.
They had reached the end of the stairs, where there was a wooden door. Waltz paused for two seconds before turning back and saying slowly, "Mr. Lang, please allow me to remind you not to say such things in front of Calvin. He's become easily enraged by the word 'freedom' in the last two years."

Chen Nuo let out a cryptic laugh from behind the mask.

Finally, seeing Waltz's increasingly grim expression, he stopped laughing and said, "I understand."

Ps:

I'll catch up on yesterday's chapter, and there will be another chapter at midnight.

The 200 words in chapter 599 have been added.

The editor replied, "Be mindful of the word count; this is the limit, or you'll get censored."

My reaction was the same as Norgo's.

(End of this chapter)