Generation Z Artists

Chapter 55: It’s useless. This receipt makes my scalp numb.
In order to make them clear about his strategic intentions and avoid any coordination errors, Fang Xinghe had to explain it in more detail.

“First, my new book cannot be released at the same time as the New Concept Composition Collection. It is best to release it one month later.

Second, if you expose my negative news now, it would be like working for New Concept for nothing, as they will take all the benefits. By the time my works are released, they may be surrounded by negative news, causing a massive loss of fans, and will not sell well.

Third, I don’t like the current popularity and don’t want to use a bigger piece of news to stimulate the public. It is wasteful on the one hand, but it is also very likely to backfire.

Fourth, what I have done will be exposed sooner or later, and I cannot hide it forever. But I am confident that I can hedge the negative information to the greatest extent with my new book, so the best landing plan is to let these two things happen at the same time.

Do you understand my logic?
All you need to do is help me delay time and make my media colleagues who are paying attention to this matter believe that there is no so-called big news. If you delay for two months, the 5 yuan will be your windfall.

If you can do things better, then it is possible to maintain a long-term cooperative relationship and obtain first-hand information from me that is not convenient to release through conventional channels.

How about it? Do you make money from this?"

"Grass!"

The dark circles under his eyes slammed the table, and he was so excited that his eye sockets were no longer black, but began to turn blue.

"Why not make money? Mr. Fang, I will be yours from now on!"

Ugh, so disgusting, how can we chat?
Without waiting for Mr. Fang to make any move, Dark Eyes turned his head and persuaded Bald Head with great emotion: "Brother Gan, don't be angry with yourself. We each have 25,000 yuan, which is several years' salary!"

It’s not that the bald man is not tempted, he just still has some concerns.

"Mr. Fang, of course I want to cooperate, but there is another problem - we can spread false information and stop most people, but there will always be some people who don't believe it and come to us on their own initiative..."

"You don't need to worry about this."

Fang Xinghe waved his hand and said calmly: "Since I am determined to do it, from today on, no reporters from outside the area will be able to get close to the family of three."

How simple is that?
His good cousin has a whole school of boys helping to look after him.

As for his uncle's house, Xiaolong and his friends are bored to death. If they are paid 100 yuan a day and a few people are sent to keep an eye on them, they can count exactly how many mice pass through the door.

Finally, it’s my uncle’s unit... Should I complain to the old man or talk to the county leaders?

Fang Xinghe had no intention of dragging this matter on, he just wanted to buy two or three months, so it could be easily resolved by applying pressure from any direction.

His calmness was so powerful that in just a moment, my forehead and dark eyes were completely convinced.

"Okay, we're willing to cooperate, but I have to be frank with you - I'll only do it if I see money."

"Don't blame us for being realistic. 5 is really not a small amount of money..."

Fang Xinghe waved his hand and stopped them from explaining further.

“You can write the new manuscript now. My friend will be here with you and will keep your phone for you for the time being.

I will come to you tomorrow morning with the full payment.

Once you fax the manuscript back and it's published in the newspaper, my friend will bring the money and accompany you back to the capital to escort you two home.

Finally, you just write a receipt according to the format, sign and put your fingerprints on it, and we'll be clear.

As for whether we can cooperate again in the future...

We'll talk about each matter separately and see how you handle it.

To be frank, I have no shortage of media resources, so there is no need to gather a bunch of rubbish and help them out of poverty. So, only if there is value can there be a next time.”

The deal was basically finalized, and Fang Xinghe's harshness finally showed up... a small part of it.

It feels very humiliating, but it is not meant to be humiliating in nature.

When a 14-year-old is dealing with someone in his 30s, with a distance of thousands of kilometers between them, politeness cannot guarantee loyalty, and only strength can safeguard rights and interests.

Some of Pan Hong's famous quotes are rough but true: If you feed them and spend money to support them, you have to make it clear who is the master.

However, the rigorous logic and slightly harsh "revelation" can effectively boost their confidence and increase the probability of them persevering until the last moment.

The bald man and the dark-rimmed eyes looked at each other for the last time. At this moment, each other's eyes were filled with excitement. If they looked deeper, they could even detect a hint of vigilance towards each other.

If I take the money but don't do any work, will he tell on me?
If he takes the money but doesn't do any work, should I tell on him?
When similar distracting thoughts flashed through their minds, the two remained friends, but were no longer on the same side.

It sounds good to be called a front-line reporter, but in fact, it is completely different from the chief editor who sits in the office and writes articles.

They had no confidence that Fang Xinghe's new book could be that good, they just weren't qualified to consider 25000 yuan as a small amount of money.

This is enough.

The most direct evidence was that when they nodded heavily and began to express their loyalty, a bright white light emanated from their bodies under the transmission of the starlight panel.

This means that the two people who originally had bad intentions not only sincerely agreed to the transaction, but were even convinced by Fang Xinghe and became his fans.

The first-level fans don't have much admiration for him, but this change itself means a lot...

……

After dealing with this matter, Fang Xinghe walked out of the hotel alone.

As soon as I got downstairs, I was stopped by a middle-aged man.

"Master Fang!"

The middle-aged man had a typical Northeastern "cannonball head" style, with stubble all around his head, a short layer of hair on top, a big gold chain around his neck, and a cowhide bag under his armpit.

Classic, so classic.

Fang Xinghe, who is already very familiar with the current era, knows that in the Northeast, this is a style that only big brothers with a certain status can have.

Stop, look sideways, and wait for action.

"I am Wang Ye!"

The middle-aged man took two quick steps, stretched out his right hand, and smiled warmly.

"I heard that you were visiting our shop, so I came to see you. I have nothing else to do but to meet our great talent. Oh, you are even more handsome in person than the rumors say... How is it? Did things go smoothly?"

Wang Ye was very polite, but his speech was somewhat awkward.

"Hello." Fang Xinghe didn't extend his hand, but just nodded, "It went smoothly. Sorry to trouble you."

"No, no, we are all family, and nothing was broken, so why is there any trouble?"

Wang Ye smiled and withdrew his hand, opened the bag and took out a business card.

"From now on, if you have any problems in this area in front of the station, just call Brother Wang. The hotels, hair salons, and video studios here, although not all of them are owned by me, they all have to give me some face!"

Fang Xinghe took the business card, turned it between his fingers twice, did not look down, but just looked at Wang Ye coldly.

Scrutiny usually means being cold and emotionless.

He was wary of anyone who approached him, and the reason he showed it instead of hiding it was mainly because he was too lazy to make any trouble.

"Thank you." Fang Xinghe finally just nodded, neither friendly nor hostile, "Stay."

Then he turned and walked towards the door.

It was not until his figure disappeared into the night that the younger brother came over and stood behind Wang Ye.

"Big brother..."

"Isn't this little fellow of ours very awesome?"

"Yeah, awesome."

"It's not easy!" Wang Ye shook his head, feeling very emotional. "If you see it near the station next time, do you know what to do?"

"I know. I'll help you if you need help. If you don't, don't get involved."

"I fucking knew you were the right material! Okay, let's do it. From now on, all the business in this area will be handed over to you. Be polite to those little brats."

"understand!"

Wang Ye touched his belly and walked towards the back door contentedly.

Halfway through the walk, he suddenly turned around and said, "By the way, the phone line at the front desk has been unplugged."

The younger brother understood what he meant and turned around and sat down at the counter: "Don't worry, I'll watch it myself."

Wang Ye laughed, gave a thumbs up, turned around, walked briskly, and hummed a tune.

When he learned that Fang Xinghe had brought people to his hotel, he was so shocked that he broke out in a cold sweat.

There are always people who think that the so-called big brothers in society are very powerful and have the final say in their own territory, and can do whatever they want to anyone.

But in fact, the big brothers who have made a name for themselves in the underworld are most afraid of crazy little guys, and the government is second.

Fang Xinghe has two of these traits. He has long been a registered figure in the gray area of the county town. Wherever he goes, he is like a plague god - both a plague and a god.

If nothing happened, then send them off politely. If something happened, help them settle it with tears. As for the two reporters from the capital upstairs... Sorry, please call the police if you have any questions.

If the guy with the bald head and dark eyes is not convinced and secretly looks for an opportunity to ask for help from the hotel... that would definitely be a great show effect.

But Mr. Fang was so good at writing that the two of them worked hard all night and finally came up with a perfect speech.

It's painful to try...

The next day, after Fang Xinghe finished practicing, he called Xiaolong and went straight to the bank.

He didn't contact Xiaolong last night. What did he drink? It's so dangerous to drink with those tiger girls. Only a sick person would really get along with them.

It's good to keep some distance and maintain it with money.

When he arrived at the CCB branch, he was surrounded by many older women. Someone took the lead, and then everyone took out their notebooks and asked him to sign.

He certainly doesn't have such wide fame and popularity outside, and it's indeed different in the county.

The advantage is that the originally cumbersome process of withdrawing money has been greatly simplified.

The downside is that my hands get sore.

I took out 55000 yuan, put 5000 yuan into my bag, put 5 yuan into a brown paper bag, and took a taxi back to the hotel.

At this time, Bald Head and Dark Eyes had already finished writing the new manuscript.

The two brothers stared at Fang Xinghe eagerly: "Mr. Fang, do you think this is okay?"

He threw the brown paper bag over and picked up the manuscript and glanced over it.

As expected of a veteran reporter, you did a great job.

In their writings, Wang Deli (uncle) has nothing good to say about Fang Xinghe. Every answer he makes is full of sourness. He complains that Fang Xinghe doesn't come to see us even though he has become famous. He talks about how good he was to Fang Xinghe when he was a child. When talking about his sister's death, he says "our family was in financial difficulty at that time, but he helped a lot after all." He talks about how Fang Xinghe has become rich and how much he has received in exam rewards alone...

The manuscript as a whole is quite interesting, but it is all trivial, and the real meaning it reflects is - Uncle Jie doesn't look like a good person at all?

Black Eyes explained, "The reason why we didn't write the article from the positive side is because of our Nandu's position... before we came out, the higher-ups had hinted at it."

"So we can only dig from a negative angle." Baldhead said, "We mainly strengthen your rebellious character and indifference to family affection. Only such a manuscript can satisfy the higher-ups."

Dark eye sockets continued: "But we don't want anyone else to go to Wang Deli, so we portray him as a liar and profit-seeking villain. When his peers see that he has no material and is difficult to deal with, they will most likely not go to him to cause trouble."

Very good, Fang Xinghe was quite satisfied.

"Sure, fax it."

The group arrived at No. 3 Middle School. Fang Xinghe opened the door of the office building by scanning his face, and then went straight to Liu Dashan's office - given our brotherly relationship, what's wrong with using his things?
In front of Fang Xinghe, Baldy called his superior.

"Boss, there's really nothing to dig up here. I don't know which idiot spread this fake news. Fang Xinghe's uncle and he don't have a good relationship, but it's mainly about those trivial things that didn't benefit from his fame. Damn, I put in three boxes of cigarettes and two bottles of wine, and the most shocking news he told me was that Fang Xinghe peed on the kang when he was a child!"

puff! ! !
Heizi and Duoyu quickly turned their heads and faced the wall, stifling their laughter.

But this smell was so right that the editor on the other end didn't know what he was talking about. The bald man raised his voice angrily: "Why can't we go back? What else can we do here?"

"Sure! Of course I'm sure!"

"Whoever got the news, ask him to come over for the interview in person!"

"We both took turns asking but couldn't find out anything. What's the matter? You suspect that we took money from Fang Xinghe, right?!"

After a while of humming and ahing, he finally gave in reluctantly: "Okay, let's stay for a few more days and see... Fang Xinghe never sees anyone, so even if there is a chance for an interview, it won't be our turn..."

"Alright, alright, phone bills are really expensive, so let's just leave it at that!"

As soon as the call was hung up, the bald man immediately looked at Fang Xinghe eagerly.

Mr. Fang gave a thumbs up and said, "Not bad, Lao Gan, your acting skills are impressive."

It's true, if we only talk about life-like acting, Baldy can be a teacher to many artists. Although this is not artistic creation, artistic creation is often drawn from these life fragments.

"Okay, let's divide the money."

In view of their cooperation, Fang Xinghe took the initiative to change the process.

"You two can save it if you want, or keep it on your body if you want. My two little brothers will have to accompany you for a while, and the receipt must be written now."

"OKOK! No problem!"

Dark eyes spit out English excitedly, which was somewhat high-class in this era.

The two brothers began to write the receipt according to Fang Xinghe's ideas.

[Today, I received RMB 1999 from (Wang Ye, General Manager of Zhongtai Hotel) to purchase all the audio and video materials of the large-scale collective party organized by Zhongtai Hotel that I () and () found out through undercover investigation. I promise that there will be no copies and I will not expose or report it to any party. The money and goods are paid, and we are clear from now on - August 8, 4, signed by: xxx]

The two brothers were sweating profusely while writing the receipts, and they could feel a handful of it when they touched the receipts.

During this time, he opened his mouth several times and seemed to want to say something, but in the end he closed it again in pain and nothing came out.

Heizi and Duoyu were also dumbfounded, their mouths wide open as if their jaws were dislocated.

Brother, you play too wild!
This is fucking possible?!

The two boys couldn't help but mutter, "Brother, Wang Ye is quite powerful in the underworld..."

"I know." Fang Xinghe raised his eyelids nonchalantly, "Isn't that just right?"

"Then let him take the blame. Once he finds out..."

"Who signed it? Who should he go to? I'm not the one who collected the money."

Fang Xinghe turned his head, looked at the two elder brothers with a smile, and said jokingly: "Besides, how could the two elder brothers be so stupid as to give that kind of trouble a chance to chase them for debts?"

"Ah yes yes!"

The dark-eyed and bald-headed man nodded frantically, placing his hands on his legs obediently, like a primary school student.

Don’t worry, Mr. Fang, we two brothers are very sensible!
Fang Xinghe put away the receipt with his fingerprints on it and nodded with a smile: "Brother Gan, Brother Yan, you will be a family from now on, so enjoy your vacation and tell them if you need anything."

Then, he told Duoyu: "You two must fulfill your duties as hosts..."

"Don't worry, big brother!"

Heizi's eyes sparkled and he licked his lips with excitement.

take care of?

No, no, no, I eat your food, drink your drinks, and play with your things. If you dare to do anything tricky, I will beat you up!

If you dare to mess with my brother, you may be spared the death penalty, but you cannot escape the punishment of life.

……

When Fang Xinghe returned home, Xiaolong and his two younger brothers had been standing at the door, waiting for a long time.

"Master Fang!"

The three brothers changed into new clothes, shaved their beards, and styled their hair in neat front ponytails, which made them look at least five times more handsome.

"Very good, very energetic."

Fang Xinghe patted Xiaolong on the shoulder and led them into the courtyard.

"I have something for you to do..."

To put it simply, when it came to giving each person 25 yuan a day, the guys got excited again.

It was enough for cigarettes, meals, and a day's worth of video game playing, but not enough for drinking - however, if two people formed a group, two groups of four people a day, everyone could pool their money together and have enough for a nice meal.

This is the most appropriate standard that Fang Xinghe calculated after careful control.

If you give too little, there will be no motivation; if you give too much, it will easily lead to bad habits. Now we can ensure a balance between motivation and contentment.

Fang Xinghe warned again: "Keep a close eye on it, but don't do anything. If you are unsure about anything, call me to handle it."

"Understood. Don't worry, we will take care of it!"

Xiaolong swore and patted his chest.

This guy is noisy and doesn't look reliable, but actually, at his age, he is quite reliable in doing things.

Fang Xinghe had nothing to worry about. He counted out 700 yuan, informed them to start work the next day, and then leisurely went back to continue writing his book.

I have done everything I can, what do I want to do next...

Follow my instructions.

(End of this chapter)