Generation Z Artists

Chapter 73 New Look: Bandit

Early the next morning, Fang Xinghe practiced all the basic skills meticulously, then went to the bathhouse to take a long bath, and finally went out to the best barber shop nearby to get a hairstyle that was the most classic and least error-prone in their shop.

Green peel.

It is a hairstyle that is even shorter than a crew cut, with only stubble left.

Regardless of whether it is a male or female star, the makeup must be done according to the theme or core goal.

What is Fang Xinghe going to do?

Ruin the place... No, that's his own place, he was there to defend it.

Anyway, you are going to kill someone, so murderous intent is very important.

Or, instead of describing it in such a bloody way, call it aggressive - the hairstyle that best displays aggressiveness at this moment is obviously the young skin of the prisoner in the labor camp.

Moreover, this head shape can show his extremely superior bone structure to the fullest. Far from being ugly, it is a unique benchmark in the domestic entertainment industry. So why not do it?

Qingpi was already unique and rebellious enough, but the scheming boy was still not satisfied. He pointed to the middle of his eyebrows and said to the barber: "Come on, shave me here again."

“Scrape, scrape, scrape where?!”

The barber was so scared that he stuttered and was in a complete daze.

"Mr. Fang, I don't understand..."

Fang Xinghe explained patiently: "Shave the eyebrow edge diagonally to create a little blank space and a slight fracture effect in the middle. I want the eyebrows on both sides to be asymmetrical. One fracture may not be enough. Try shaving it first. If it doesn't work, we can shave it into two or three fractures."

The barber finally understood and was amazed at his wonderful idea.

"Oh my god, how did you come up with this, Mr. Fang? That's awesome!"

The barber was so excited that he turned around and gestured a few times, but in the end he didn't dare to do it. He turned around and called out to the apprentice in the shop: "Come here, little chicken, come here!"

When dealing with apprentices, his methods immediately became much more skillful.

Swish, swish, swish, left and right, soon both eyebrows were broken.

He was thinking while scraping and muttering while thinking.

"This kind of tiny fracture is best to be perpendicular to the eyebrow shape to look good. Mr. Fang, your eyebrows are very long. I will determine the proportions and make three parallel fractures at the third point. What do you think?"

Fang Xinghe roughly sketched out the picture, then nodded: "Okay, that's it."

The barber carefully scraped away the three broken lines. Fang Xinghe looked up at the mirror and made two expressions, showing satisfaction.

The courage came out.

He is not as low as an ordinary gangster, but has a rebellious feeling that stands at the forefront of fashion. He is more fashionable than G-Dragon and cooler than Chen Guanxi.

"Fuck, this is so cool! I made this?!"

The barber was also very excited, and his creative inspiration was greatly stimulated. He asked him eagerly: "Mr. Fang, do you want me to dye your hair in a fancy way again?"

"No, too much is as bad as too little."

After Fang Xinghe refused, he raised his hand and patted the other person on the shoulder, smiling and encouraging: "Change your name, you have become more fashionable. From now on, just call me Teacher Tony. I believe many children will come to you for haircuts and eyebrow shaving..."

Tony, who was born in 99, nodded continuously: "Okay, okay! Thank you, Mr. Fang! If you need anything in the future, come over anytime. You can also ask me to come to your house. I promise to be there whenever you call!"

Fang Xinghe gave a wicked laugh, took the other party's business card, turned around and walked out.

Just as I reached the side of the road, a big Lexus squeaked and stopped in front of me.

The car window rolled down and Charlie's white face appeared in front of me.

"Get in the car, Boss!"

Fang Xinghe opened the back door, sat in steadily, looked around the brand new yet old interior, and found that this was a new car.

"Where did it come from?"

"I bought it." Brother Fu said as a matter of course, "When you need to go out for something in the future, you can't always walk or take a taxi, right?"

Mr. Fang was speechless.

So I'm destined to be kept by someone for the rest of my life, right?

Rich Brother Charlie introduced him to the driver: "The driver I hired is called Han Xiaowu. He used to be in the Armed Police Corps and is now a temporary worker in our team."

"Hello, Brother Xiaowu."

Fang Xinghe greeted politely and extended his hand.

Han Xiaowu was a little flustered and quickly declined: "Boss, just call me Xiaowu. We don't care about age. I'm just a driver and bodyguard..."

"We don't need you as a bodyguard." Charlie waved his hand arrogantly, "When we really need a bodyguard team in the future, our brothers will be waiting in line!"

Very good, this team is becoming more and more formal...

"Boss, where are we going next?"

"Did you buy the shirt?"

"Yeah, pure burgundy, Pierre Cardin."

"Then go to the mall and have it altered."

He went to the mall to find the master craftsman he had met before, took another measurement, and then started working right away, changing the waistline of the shirt to a slim fit according to Fang Xinghe's request.

If you want to be a star, especially a top star, then you must be careful about your look in public.

Now, due to the limitations of the times, Fang Xinghe cannot get high-end customization, and it is even difficult to find a suitable mass-produced version among top luxury brands, so he has to put in more effort himself.

When he put on the dark red reflective satin slim-fit shirt and paired it with light grey trousers, he gave off a sense of gangster elite.

“So damn handsome!”

Charlie is also an uneducated guy who can only shout "Fuck".

He asked excitedly: "What are you missing now?"

In fact, he lacks a good watch. A business-style watch with complex design can effectively enhance his sense of maturity, but he does not have the conditions for that now, so Fang Xinghe simply leaves his wrist empty but wears four rings on his left hand.

None of them are made of gold, but steel or silver. The faces are very large, with coiled dragons, skulls, tiger heads, and double rings. From the perspective of 2030, they are somewhat "simple" in the urban-rural fringe.

But up to now, it is just the right level of fashion and the impact does not hurt the brain.

When it comes to styling, being one step ahead is enough; being too much ahead is completely meaningless.

Mr. Fang, who has personally experienced the impact of fashion changes in the entertainment industry, is not so arrogant as to want to quickly raise the entire society's aesthetic standards to thirty years later by his own efforts.

In the few years that he has been in the industry alone, the wind direction has changed back and forth three or four times, so stop talking nonsense and just focus on the present.

"We don't need anything anymore, let's retreat." Fang Xinghe waved his hand.

Wang Charlie didn't understand and stared at his ears and neck: "No, why don't you wear earrings and a necklace this time?"

“Leave it blank.”

Fang Xinghe's answer was concise and to the point, and American rich brother couldn't understand it and could only scratch his head.

"Freehand Chinese painting? Why didn't you keep any before? How strange..."

Muttering to themselves, they followed Fang Xinghe and without wasting any more time, they headed straight for the provincial capital.

It took more than half an hour to arrive at the Jishi headquarters on Xinmin Street, and the deputy director was already waiting in the parking lot.

Fang Xinghe noticed that there were many little girls waiting outside the building, craning their necks to look around, in groups of three or five, chattering.

"They all received the news in advance and wanted to wait to see your fans." The deputy director asked with a smile, "Do you want to take a photo with them? I can bring a camera down to take a photo..."

"No need."

Fang Xinghe knew what he meant, but just smiled and waved his hand.

He skipped the pleasantries and went straight upstairs.

First he went to the studio to familiarize himself with the environment, and then went to the waiting room to review the script. Jishi boldly hired a newcomer, a young girl named Yang Xin, as the host.

She has a traditional face that represents peace and prosperity for the country and the people. She was obviously nervous when she saw Fang Xinghe, but she performed her work in a graceful manner and her thinking was quick.

It is normal to be nervous. Being able to suppress her nervousness shows that she is strong inside and has a high level of professionalism.

"Our program is the first of its kind. The station has taken your opinions into consideration and decided to do a semi-open interview, so only my questions are controllable.

In addition, as our guest, Mr. Wang Meng’s attitude and position are definitely fine, but he can only play a role in smoothing things over and buffering the situation. When facing questions from the other two guests and the audience, only you are the decisive force..."

Fang Xinghe observed her for a while during the conversation, confirmed that it worked, and suddenly encouraged her: "Not bad, Sister Yang, use this idea to control the situation. I will actively cooperate with you when necessary."

In just a moment, blue light began to appear on her body.

It took more than 8 minutes from being a casual fan to a hardcore fan and then to a die-hard fan.

"Thank you, Brother Xinghe."

She smiled gratefully, took the initiative to change her words, and actively offered suggestions: "I will go to Teacher Wang Meng to ask for detailed advice later. I will try to let him control the overall rhythm, and I will assist. I will definitely do a good job for you."

Fang Xinghe continued to speak kindly: "You are very professional, I believe you."

"I'll go talk to the director!"

She stood up and left in a hurry. When her back appeared in front of Fang Xinghe and others, Wang Charlie bumped Fang Xinghe's shoulder with a wicked smile.

"Boss, the lady's ears are red~~~"

"Gossip!"

Fang Xinghe laughed and cursed, there was no cricket in the house.

What's wrong with blushing when you're face to face with me?
Although I am no longer interested in using my beauty to commit crimes, this face is here, and I don't need to do anything special to kill anyone. This is the value of a 99-point appearance.

Near noon, the deputy director came again and kindly invited Fang Xinghe to have lunch in the canteen.

"No, we can just eat some boxed lunch and you can go about your business."

As for having a box lunch, Fang Xinghe really did have one, but the deputy director also had one, and he never left since then.

After a while, Wang Yali and Feng Yuanzheng came together, which surprised Fang Xinghe.

"I've brought you information about Jiao Guobiao, Yang Danqing, and some of the audience. Take a look at it and prepare yourself."

Feng Yuanzheng encouraged him: "This kind of stage performance is no different from a theatrical performance. Stay calm, don't panic, learn to use the environment and your opponent to stimulate your emotions, and release the prepared rebuttals as lines. It's very refreshing."

Fang Xinghe nodded with a smile, took the information, looked at it, and sneered.

I can only say, as expected, those two guys are the most common crazy people who worship foreign things and fawn on foreigners at that time, not special at all.

There's no point getting angry with them. Just beat them up when you get the chance.

After a while, Yang Xin came over with Teacher Wang.

"Oh, I'm so ashamed. I should have visited you."

Fang Xinghe was so well-behaved that he made Wang Meng laugh out loud.

This old man had been a minister before and had seen all kinds of people, but he had never seen a freak like Fang Xinghe, who was so carefree, lazy and eccentric.

"I couldn't wait for you in the lounge, so I knew you were gathering your strength. What? Are you going to go all out and shoot us all?"

"How can that be possible?" Fang Xinghe raised his eyebrows, his aggression fully displayed on his face, "It's not like I can just shoot whenever I want, doesn't it depend on whether they give me the chance?"

"Hahahaha!"

Teacher Wang Meng laughed even more happily, and then took the initiative to discuss the script and the topic with Fang Xinghe.

The official theme of today's program is called - Fang Xinghe phenomenon.

Yang Xin is a tool, Teacher Wang is the main controller, and Fang Xinghe has to fight everyone alone in the phenomenon.

"Are you ready?"

"Can't wait."

Fang Xinghe raised the corners of his mouth and smiled faintly, his broken eyebrows pressed on the slightly raised corners of his eyes, leaving only bloodthirstiness, no more peach blossoms.

(End of this chapter)