Generation Z Artists

Chapter 1 This shabby domestic entertainment, you guys really need me

"Very good. A shabby era, a shabby home, and a brand new and tender me..."

Fang Xinghe lazily lay on the sofa with a hole in it, looking around the cramped room.

The room was very run-down, with mildew all over the corners. On top of a 50s-style heirloom wooden cabinet sat an 18-inch spherical-screen color TV. The brand was Peony, a brand I had never heard of.

The extremely poor resolution, the crackling white noise, mixed with the disgusting lines in the drama, attack the body and mind of Generation Z teenagers from all directions.

"The acting is terrible, the lines are ridiculous, and the plot is a bunch of crap. Also, which recycling bin did this male lead come from?"

Fang Xinghe endured it again and again, and in the end it lasted only three minutes before he classified the 98 version of "The Return of the Condor Heroes" into the category of "never closing your eyes" - if you take the initiative to look at it again, I will poke my own eyes out!

Even if we put aside the period factors and ignore the plot, the male lead is just too ugly.

If he were still alive in 2030, Fang Xinghe would have to go to the group to hold a vote and ask: Wouldn't it be better to let Huang Bo play the male lead in this drama?
"Tsk, whose childhood sweetheart is this?"

Just as he was walking over to change the channel, Fang Xinghe's sigh suddenly stopped - on the screen, Yang Guo, with his features flying, rushed out and shouted "Aunt" to the unknown aunt in black. The young man suddenly felt as if he was struck by lightning in the stomach and felt a little urge to yue.

You guys are really good at this. Even a semi-professional like me finds it outrageous.

The gap between the times made Fang Xinghe, who had no childhood filter, dissatisfied with everything.

In his previous life, he was a pure Generation Z born in 2005. He was diagnosed with leukemia in high school. In order to make money to reduce the burden on his family, he became the chief engineer of online public opinion supervision and restoration.

Well, in principle, it can also be simply called the head of the navy.

Until his body could no longer take it anymore, Mr. Fang had already become a reputable businessman with a top 5 ranking in the entertainment industry. He even opened a real robot factory in South Vietnam. He had a talent for being a troublemaker.

In fact, getting sick is very common, and there are so many unlucky people like it that it’s not worth mentioning.

What is truly special about Fang Xinghe is that he never gave up the fight until the last moment before his death.

How wonderful it is to be alive?

Then the strong obsession triggered a miracle. An angelic system master brought his consciousness to November 1998 and merged with a boy with the same name.

Xiao Fang is also a miserable child. His father ran away and his mother died, leaving only an uncle who is a nuisance.

There were two shabby houses and a small courtyard in his home. When his mother was seriously ill, she was writhing in pain but refused to sell the house, leaving him the last place to stay.

But Xiao Fang thought his life was not miserable.

The school waived all tuition fees and the teachers always invited him to their homes for dinner.

He has a few good friends who all listen to him.

There are even two little beauties who show concern from time to time, making others envious.

Of course, there are some minor annoyances - half a year ago, there was news that the neighborhood was going to be demolished, and my uncle immediately came over and made a fuss several times, each time more disgusting than the last.

Xiao Fang only endured it twice, and the third time he took a kitchen knife and chopped the man away.

Then that scumbag wanted to apply for some bullshit guardianship, and this kid quietly got half a barrel of gasoline, wanting to treat his uncle's family of three to a barbecue. However, he had just poured out half of the gasoline when he was held down by a neighbor who was getting off the night shift, and his great cause collapsed halfway.

Fortunately, Xiao Fang didn't really start grilling. He was severely criticized and taught a lesson by the uncles, and that was it.

"Hey, he's a ruthless person, like me!"

Fang Xinghe complimented him from the bottom of his heart, and a shy chuckle seemed to come from his mind. The last bit of consciousness of the two people merged into one, and they could no longer be distinguished from each other.

Xiao Fang died of a high fever. When he was on the verge of death, Fang Xinghe came through and both of these unlucky guys got a second life.

Fang Xinghe cherishes this new life so much, even though the current era is so strange and so dilapidated.

It seems that smartphones will not appear until ten years later?
A comprehensive update of infrastructure may take longer.

There is nothing delicious, fun or beautiful these days. But this also means opportunity, the opportunity to become the richest man with your eyes closed.

Fang Xinghe wanted to make money, make a lot of money, from the bottom of his heart, and he believed that he could do it.

However, after getting to know Tongzi's father who took him to start over again... the plan must be changed, and it must be changed immediately!

[Star God Assistance System (Broken Version)]

[This system is dedicated to making the host the brightest star]

[When fans marvel at your brilliance, the system will extract special energy from positive emotions to enhance your attributes and abilities]

【Number of fans: 15】

[Star value: 126]

[You have a new student gift package, please check it]

【Properties Panel】

Appearance attributes: Appearance 75, Body 66
体质属性：力量52、速度79、耐力55、灵敏73、柔韧68
隐藏属性：协调71、感知58、恢复73、免疫54、健康60
Artistic attributes: Slightly...

Personal ability: Slightly...

When he saw the word "health", Fang Xinghe's dream of becoming the richest man suddenly rolled out of his mind, and his new oath was deafening: No one can stop me from becoming a great artist!
People who have never died will never be able to understand the great terror between life and death. People who are often sick can probably understand it one-tenth of the time.

To live is the fundamental desire at the genetic level of living things.

Although Fang Xinghe is not in a hurry to fill up his health, he will definitely fill up his health and then replenish it year after year.

It is now 1998. He wants to live to be 150 years old and see the scenery of the next century.

Besides, what's wrong with being an omnipotent god?

As long as the star points are enough, even the dumbest person can live an incomparably wonderful life, which is much more interesting than the boring path of copying the richest man.

Once you decide, take the path of stardom!

So Fang Xinghe began to make plans with great interest.

The first step, of course, is to understand the accumulation and effectiveness mechanism of starlight value in order to determine the pace.

The first is the accumulation mechanism.

According to the system's explanation: Everyone has five different levels of affection for idols, namely -

Shallow fans, firm supporters, die-hard fans, fanatical fans, and obsessed with them.

Passersby's favorability is not counted as fans, and this is true everywhere. Under the same circumstances, each level of favorability can bring Fang Xinghe star points, roughly 1, 3, 10, 30, 100.

The second is the effectiveness mechanism.

That is: Under what circumstances will fans contribute a large amount of star value to their idols?
When you produce good works, or when something causes a lot of discussion.

The leader of the navy understands the logic very well. The information he possesses is a dimensionality reduction attack on this era.

……

After roughly sorting out the sources of starlight points, Fang Xinghe began to think about the second step: which path to take?
He really didn't understand the current era, which only had high-level ideas but no details. Staying at home and thinking about it was obviously not a good idea, so he grabbed his keys and change, and walked out of the house in his cotton shoes.

It is already very cold in the Northeast in November. Snowflakes are floating in the sky, the alleys without street lights are all white, and the hot air exhaled condenses in the air into frost unique to the 11th century.

This is also a kind of romance.

Everything Fang Xinghe saw was new. The paint-peeled iron gate and the crumbling courtyard wall seemed dilapidated but rather familiar.

It is not difficult to adapt to life in 98 on a material level. No matter how inconvenient it is, it is a hundred times better than lying in bed and waiting to die.

If someone gave me 500 years of life, I would be willing to go back to the Ming Dynasty and live a boring life with three palaces, six courtyards and seventy-two concubines.

What is really hard to get used to is the spiritual emptiness.

It is simply a torture to let Generation Z watch all kinds of old-fashioned episodic dramas on an 18-inch color TV, so he really wants to find something to do as soon as possible.

I closed the big iron gate, identified the direction, and walked towards No. 3 Middle School.

The courtyard is not far from the school, and the house seems to be demolished, but I don’t know how much compensation I can get.

Am I short of money?

Fang Xinghe thought about it carefully and realized that he did not have any big money, but he seemed to have no shortage of small change.

He originally had more than 1700 yuan in savings, and a few days ago his uncle reluctantly gave him 2000 yuan as compensation - the scumbag was really scared, and he didn't even dare to look at Xiao Fang, who was full of anger and hostility.

Speaking of money, 3700 yuan was probably a huge sum of money in 1998, right?
A bowl of noodles at the school gate costs only 1.2 yuan, it's really amazing.

So Fang Xinghe, who had plenty of money, felt at ease going into a computer room at the back door of the school.

"Turn it on."

"3 yuan for a stand-alone machine, 10 yuan for internet access." The network administrator lazily lay on the bar without even raising his head.

Fang Xinghe bid 10 yuan: "Go online."

The network administrator raised his head, and the moment he saw who it was, a bright and flattering smile immediately appeared on his face, and he quickly pushed the money back.

"Oh, it's Mr. Fang! What's the money? Just find a place to sit. I'll call you right away!"

The Internet cafe was crowded with young people who were playing single-player games or watching others play single-player games. Many people looked over when they heard the sound, and when they saw that it was Fang Xinghe, half of them immediately lowered their heads.

It has a bit of the flavor of a villain...

When Fang Xinghe walked to the area where he could connect to the Internet, he heard whispers nearby that seemed to be describing a legend.

"That's Brother Fang!"

“He’s awesome!”

"Don't you know? The boss of the Thirteen Eagles is really fierce!"

"I really want to hang out with him... Boss Fang is definitely someone who can accomplish great things!"

Fang Xinghe hurriedly sat in the corner. Damn it, I’m going to get embarrassed if I continue listening...

But why do I feel a little happy?

In my previous life, I was a loser who would fall down at the slightest breeze. Could it be that I am a little immature at heart?

After thinking about it, Fang Xinghe blamed the sin on Xiao Fang - I can't be that kind of person, it's all that wild boy's fault.

But then again, the combination of the black-hearted fox and the wild wolf cub is unexpectedly cool.

Fang Xinghe happily turned on the computer. After a long minute, he was stunned by the Win95 interface that appeared on the screen.

This, this, this... okay, although I'm not familiar with it, it's usable.

As a result, when I opened the IE browser, I felt numb again.

The only places you can go online now are BBS and chat rooms. Sohu has just launched a news function, QQ has disappeared, and NetEase has just switched from being a personal homepage storage site.

Fang Xinghe truly felt the gap between the times.

An inexplicable heaviness hit the top of my head and pressed on my shoulders. It didn't hurt, but it just prompted a sigh.

"This was in 98, before all the legends known to later generations truly began..."

Following the instructions of the desktop document, Fang Xinghe clumsily browsed around the Xici Hutong BBS and flipped through Sohu News. He finally collected some information related to the entertainment industry and went home with a frown on his face.

This year, 60% of the information in the entertainment industry is related to "Titanic", and the big ship is still crashing into the entire Chinese society.

It was released in April, and now it's November, it's still showing in theaters and people are still talking about it.

Of the remaining small portion of traffic, more than 60% is devoted to chatting about the superstars from Hong Kong, Taiwan, Japan and South Korea.

What about domestic entertainment?
It seems to exist, but it actually does not exist.

A feeling of resentment arose.

How can the real Chinese young people of Generation Z living 30 years from now bear this?

In his era, Hong Kong, Taiwan, Japan, South Korea, and Southeast Asia were all flattened by the Chinese wave. Online novels, mobile games, fairy tales, ancient idols, and domineering short dramas swept across the world. Hollywood was even hit so hard that it held a meeting to reflect: What's wrong with this country? I can't help but ask.

At that time, Fang Xinghe did not realize that there was anything wrong and was accustomed to everything. However, when he returned to this era, he suddenly couldn't accept it emotionally.

Well, it’s not just emotionally, I can’t accept it aesthetically either.

He was a little angry, and a fire suddenly burned in his heart.

This society doesn't care who is the richest man, and this country's magnificent future doesn't need a half-baked prophet, but this shabby domestic entertainment...

You guys need me so damn much!
(End of this chapter)