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Chapter 103 Departing Without Saying Goodbye (Please Subscribe and Vote!)

"Old Fang! Can you believe our box office is still going up on the sixth day?"

".How many."

"The box office has already exceeded 500 million in just one week!"

I want to be alone.

A week has passed since the movie was released, and it didn't take Fang Bie long to go from being nervous at the beginning to being completely calm.

It seems he is a very adaptable person.

As the saying goes, go with the flow. When pressure comes on you, what else can you do but continue living?

But a person who does not plan for the future will have trouble in the present. If he had not made preparations in advance, he probably wouldn't be so calm.

Just like now, after letting Liu Mang and the others have their fun on their own, Fang Bie locked himself in his bedroom.

He began packing his belongings, preparing to flee.

Actually, I didn't clean it up much.

When he came to Hengdian, he didn't plan to stay for long, so he didn't bring much with him.

Aside from a laptop and a few clothes, I didn't bring anything else.

After tidying up his clothes and computer, he looked at the white, high-end suit in the closet and fell into deep thought.

This dress was a gift from the young lady; it doesn't feel right to just leave it here.

But since I've decided not to owe them anything anymore, it doesn't feel right to take such an expensive piece of clothing from them.

So Fang closed the wardrobe, leaving the suit inside.

Fang Bie reached into his pocket and stroked the two bank cards for a moment before finally taking them out and placing them on the bedside table along with the letter.

Two million doesn't belong to me, so there's no need to force it.

But the hundreds of thousands from selling songs and poems are still his own, and he must take that with him.

I, a certain person, will not accept charity!

But I feel at ease with things I obtain through my own efforts by copying.

Besides, he had already transferred half of what belonged to the young lady into those two bank cards and left it for her.

He took out his phone and dialed: "Hey, Lao Wu? I'll be arriving in Los Angeles at five this afternoon. Remember to pick me up at the airport. Call Xiao Lin too, I need to discuss something with you guys."

We have to find a way out for the future, right?

The original company was acquired by the Su Group, so there's no going back.

Then we could get them to make an indie game.

Anyway, I can scrape together a little over a million here. Let's all work together and build a "Minecraft" game first.

By then, won't they be counting money until their hands cramp up?

That's way more exciting than being in the entertainment industry!

Looking around and memorizing the room where he had lived for several months, Fang Bie smiled slightly and quietly opened the door.

Liu Mang and the others have already left; there's no one else in the company now.

He dragged his luggage out of the company without looking back.

The six gilded characters "Fangmu Film and Television Company" on the gate gleamed in the sunlight.

Fang stared at the large characters, then put on his sunglasses, turned and left.

"Bye-Bye."

At school, Zhang Xixi, the "cunning strategist," is once again "fooling" Su Mulin.

"Are you two having a fight?"

Su Mulin said coldly, "I haven't even lost my temper, and he still dares not to apologize!"

Miss Su felt a little wronged.

I even took the initiative to ask him to go to the movies, and he still refused!

Not only did he refuse, but the next morning he actually ate the meal I made as if nothing had happened!

That was bad enough, but in the following days he didn't even take the initiative to explain to me!

These things don't really matter, but why won't he give himself the song he wrote for himself?!

Okay, all of the above were just excuses. What the young lady really cares about is this last point.

Isn't Su Mulin reasonable enough?

She doesn't act like other girls who throw tantrums!

As long as Fang is a little sweet-talking, she can continue to cook happily.

But he didn't do anything at all!

Miss Su is unhappy.

Zhang Xixi understood now. Su Mulin wasn't angry that Fang Bie stood her up and didn't come to the movie, making her lose face. She was angry that he didn't come to coax her or give her the song.

This made the young lady, who had never been in a relationship, a little angry.

Then the "strategist" had a sudden, mischievous idea pop into his head.

"Ah Lin, you have to think of it this way. Fang Ge is actually a rather reserved person. You can't wait for him to take the initiative. The entertainment industry is so chaotic, and a man as outstanding as him is like a dried fish that attracts a sly cat. If you don't take the initiative, what if some other 'green tea' girl makes the move, and Fang Ge can't resist?"

"He wouldn't dare!" Miss Su's eyes widened, then she hesitated for a moment before saying, "Then I'll... I'll get my dad and my brother to blacklist that green tea bitch!"

Well, even so, she didn't intend to target Fang Bie.

"What about Fang Ge? You can't just keep making him wait for you like this, can you? You're only eighteen, but Fang Ge is already twenty-five. You can't just let him stay single forever, can you?" Zhang Xixi raised a practical question.

Su Mulin was caught in a dilemma.

Yeah, Fang Bie doesn't seem like some kind of virtuous monk. He's probably just a bunch of green tea girls who would sneak away at the slightest provocation.

But she was, after all, the eldest daughter of the Su Group, and she didn't have the arrogant and domineering habits that are common among young ladies.

Are you still going to make yourself chase after someone else?

If the other party is Fang Bie, that's also an option.

She looked up: "Xi Xi, what should I do?"

"Get him drunk! Then hold him and sleep with him! You don't even need to take off your clothes. When he wakes up, slap him first, and then say, 'You have to take responsibility!'" Zhang Xixi became more and more excited as she spoke.

"..." Su Mulin felt a throbbing pain in the back of her head. "Xi Xi, where did you learn all this from?"

"It's in the book, that's what it says in the book," Zhang Xixi replied matter-of-factly.

Su Mulin asked, "What book?"

Zhang Xixi took a book out of her bag, and the cover had the words "The Cold-Noodle CEO's Little Darling Wife" in big letters.

"..." Su Mulin stared into Zhang Xixi's eyes. "Xixi, did you get all your ideas from this book?"

"Of course not," Zhang Xixi denied.

She read it in other books.

For example, "My Husband is My Ex-Boyfriend", "My Iceberg Senior", and "My Colleague is the Young Master of a Corporation".

But Su Mulin didn't know that, so her expression softened slightly.

In her opinion, Zhang Xixi, this "strategist," was quite reliable, since the ideas she had given before were all fine.

"Should I get him drunk tonight? But he doesn't drink."

"It's the thought that counts!" Zhang Xixi said, exasperated. "As long as the thought is there, that's enough! The most important thing is for him to know!"

"I think I understand," Su Mulin said thoughtfully.

"It's good that you understand." Zhang Xixi nodded with relief.

Although she didn't know what Su Mulin had actually understood.

At 5:30 PM, at Los Angeles Airport, in a white SUV—

"Why is it so hot in Los Angeles? Hengdian is much further south and it's not this hot."

Fang Bie started complaining as soon as he got on the bus.

The weather forecast said it would be 37 degrees Celsius today, but the ground temperature displayed on the car screen is 45 degrees Celsius. It's going to be scorching hot.

The driver was an ordinary young man wearing a light blue T-shirt.

His name is Wu Qiong. He was Fang Bie's former colleague at the game company, where he worked as a game designer.

One is him, an original artist Fang Bie, and a programmer Lin Bei.

The three men were known as the "Company's Three Heroes" because the projects they were in charge of had never lost money, and the three of them were practically tied to one project team.

Wu Qiong smiled and said, "The company has air conditioning, the car has air conditioning, and I go home with air conditioning. So what if the temperature is high? What's the big deal?"

The SUV started and drove towards Fang Bie's old house.

"Your movie has only been out for a week, how come you have time to come back? I'm still waiting to suck up to you."

"The movie? We're not making it anymore." Fang Bie rested his chin on his hand, watching the scenery rushing past the car window. "I 'scammed' several hundred thousand yuan, and I'm planning to come back and make my own indie game. What do you think, any potential?"

"Hmm? The talks with the investors fell through?" Wu Qiong raised an eyebrow. "But it's not impossible for an indie game."

"Does that mean you're willing to come?"

"Let's talk again when Xiaolin comes over tonight."

"it is good."

8 p.m., inside a street food stall in Los Angeles.

Three bottles of cola clinked together: "Celebrating the reunion of the company's three heroes, cheers!"

Then the three of them each took a sip of cola and began to eat the grilled fish with gusto.

After a while, having eaten and drunk their fill, the three put down their chopsticks, let out a burp in unison, and then each picked their teeth with a toothpick.

Fang Bie spoke first: "I want to make games, are you interested?"

"It's not impossible," Wu Qiong said, lighting a cigarette after his meal. "But let's make it clear first, I want to make a martial arts game."

Lin Bei silently commented: "Martial arts game +1."

"Are you guys trying to fail? What era are we living in? Still talking about martial arts games?" Fang Bie, being a time traveler, slammed his hand on the table. "Do you even know what kind of games are hot right now? Sandbox games, of course! If you're going to make a game, make a sandbox game!"

Game planner Wu Qiong stroked his chin and nodded: "Martial arts sandbox... seems quite promising."

Programmer Lin Bei also agreed: "It has great potential, and the creation of characters can be customized, with different background settings, and different initial attributes given according to the different settings."

Wu Qiong made the decision: "Okay, Xiao Lin, it's settled then!"

He turned around and said, "Old Fang, I'll leave the character concept art and modeling to you. You can write songs and make movies, right? Perfect, you can handle the game's storyline and music too."

"." But what I really wanted to do was play Minecraft!

Fang Bie said expressionlessly, "Then why not just make all the game's bosses female, so the protagonist can romance them?"

Wu Qiong's eyes lit up: "That's a good idea!"

Fang Bie: "Hehe."

Screw you! I'm going to make Minecraft!

Wu Qiong finished his cola in one gulp: "Let's go! Let's talk all night!"

At 9:30 p.m., Su Mulin returned to the company after finishing her evening self-study session.

"Fang Bie?"

She called out, but no one answered.

Fang, who should have been sitting on the living room sofa as usual, waiting to be fed, was not there.

A bad feeling suddenly crept into her heart. Could it be that what Xi Xi said had come true so quickly? Had Fang been led astray by some green tea bitch?

Miss Su hurriedly ran to Fang Bie's bedroom.

The room was empty; even the laptop that had been on the small coffee table was nowhere to be found.

Su Murin came to the bedside, and a letter on the bedside table caught her eye.

She picked up the envelope and tossed the two bank cards on it aside.

Upon opening the letter, it was Fang Bie's handwriting.

【Xiao Lin, by the time you read this letter, I should already be no longer at the company】

P.S.: Sweet moments in the next chapter!

(End of this chapter)