How did I become famous?

Chapter 106 Who goes fishing without a helmet? (23rd update, 7000 words total, third update during the day)

"When are we going back?"

The young lady asked that question directly.

Fang Bie, however, changed the subject: "Are you thirsty or hungry? Do you want me to cook?"

"I'll cook." The young lady rolled her eyes at him, walked into the house, casually tossed her "donkey" bag onto the sofa, and then skillfully and naturally went into the kitchen to put on an apron.

After all, this was where she had lived for several days, and she was very familiar with everything here.

I opened the refrigerator and took a look. I left in a hurry, but the refrigerator had been cleaned up properly, so there wasn't much left inside.

The young lady took out a few eggs, turned around and went back to the kitchen: "I'll make some egg pancakes. You wait a while, it'll probably take some time to prepare."

She has already begun her plan.

As Zhang Xixi said, "To make him unable to leave you, you must first make him get used to your presence and develop a dependence on you."

So how can you make Fang become dependent on you?

Of course, you have to win over his stomach first!

With her back to Fang Bie, the young lady wore a "everything is under control" smile.

Fang Bie watched Su Mulin's retreating figure in silence, realizing he would have to contact Lao Wu and the others later.

Making indie games is definitely something we'll do, but not now.

I can use the time I spend browsing Weibo and cosplaying girls to draw original artwork while waiting for the young lady to finish the song.

It just means we can't leave with them tonight.

Fang took out his phone and sent the two people a message saying, "Don't rush to resign." Just as he was about to put his phone away, a WeChat message came through.

The letter was written by Yan Shuangying.

Fang Bie clicked on it, his expression changed, and he looked up and said, "I'm going out to take care of something."

The young lady turned around: "I'll go with you."

She was afraid that Fang Bie would run away again.

"There's no need. I'm just going downstairs to buy a pack of cigarettes." Fang reassured her, "I definitely won't leave without saying goodbye again."

Su Mulin paused, her hand holding the spatula still, and said without turning her head, "I'll remember what you said."

After going downstairs, Yan Shuangying, wearing sunglasses and a mask, was already waiting there.

Fang Bie turned his head back and forth, but none of the thugs in suits who had kicked him out of the elevator with Yan Shuangying appeared.

I have no idea where they've all gone.

As he approached, Fang Bie unleashed his signature sarcasm, saying, "Brother Yan, instead of sticking to your acting career, why are you doing this promising job as a bodyguard? Is it because you can only put on a poker face, so no director wants you?"

It's normal for someone to secretly protect the young lady who ran away.

Fang Bie didn't know that Yan Shuangying was filming a TV series that resembled "Detective Dee," so he didn't expect that Yan Shuangying would personally lead the team this time.

"Aren't you afraid of me?" Yan Shuangying asked back.

Fang Bie chuckled coldly, "Brother Yan, this is a society governed by law. I, Fang, can't get anything from your Su Group, so why should I be afraid of you?"

"Confidence is never a bad thing, as long as it's not blind." Yan Shuangying wasn't angry. "I'm rarely surprised, but this time, you really gave me a pleasant surprise."

He paused, then handed Fang Bie a cigarette, before pulling out a pistol-shaped lighter from his waistband and lighting it for both of them (Fang Bie trembled slightly when he saw the gun).

"Do you remember the bet we made?"

Fang flicked his cigarette ash and remained silent.

After a long silence, he said a sentence.

"Brother Yan, gambling is illegal."

Even so, he still reached into his pocket.

But they didn't find anything.

Fang Bie immediately took out his phone, opened WeChat, and sent Yan Shuangying a red envelope containing one yuan and one mao.

"Sorry, I haven't carried cash on me for a while. Consider the extra nine cents after deducting the transaction fee as interest."

Yan Shuangying remained unperturbed; he even calmly took out his phone and claimed the red envelope.

Then, putting on sunglasses and a mask, he turned around and mounted his pink scooter: "Oh, right, there's one more thing. The boss is also in Los Angeles; he wants to see you."

It's not "I want to see you," it's "I need to see you."

Fang took a drag of his cigarette and sighed.

He looked up at the sky at a 45-degree angle, his face filled with melancholy: "Brother Yan, I'm begging you, can you pretend you didn't see me today?"

"Hehe, I wonder who just said 'no need to ask for help'?" Yan Shuangying shook his finger, then gave a thumbs-up and pointed behind him: "Get in the car quickly."

"Okay!"

Looking at the black suits that were faintly visible in the various unit doors, Fang Bie thought that going to see Old Man Su wouldn't be a bad idea.

At least we can talk things out, right?

He's not afraid of anyone; this is a society governed by law!

The main reason is that he is the young lady's biological father, and also her own father's comrade-in-arms.

Elders deserve proper respect.

The little scooter sped along at 15 kilometers per hour and soon arrived at the upscale residential area that was originally thought to belong to Fang Bie.

The community has a very nice environment and the landscaping is well done.

It was noon, and there weren't many people outside.

In the center of the residential area is a small artificial pond, surrounded by lush trees, so it's not too hot.

The lamb stopped outside the small garden. Yan Shuangying gestured with his chin: "The boss is fishing inside. Just go find him."

fishing?

What kind of fish can you catch in the small pond in the neighborhood?

Is it

Fang Bie was startled.

He took two steps, then turned back and asked, "Brother Yan, could I borrow your helmet for a bit?"

Yan Shuangying asked curiously, "Who wears a helmet while fishing? And aren't you hot?"

Nonsense! Who goes fishing without a helmet? Aren't you afraid of getting buried on the spot?

Fang Bie pointed to Yan Shuangying's sunglasses, mask, and black leather jacket: "Aren't you hot?"

And there was that group of people in black suits from before.

Wearing a suit in nearly 30-degree weather, aren't you hot?

Yan Shuangying smiled slightly: "It's necessary for work, there's nothing I can do about it, I'm used to it."

These ten short words conveyed the full weight of my heartache.

Although he didn't mention that the shirt underneath was a high-end Tiffany item made of ice silk and other random materials, it wasn't actually that hot to wear.

But seeing Fang Bie's wistful expression, he decided to keep quiet.

If Brother Fang shows me some sympathy, I might be able to land a leading role in one of his movies someday.

This was a great deal!

Fang Bie was indeed lamenting that no profession is easy.

So he stopped being sarcastic and waved his hand, then walked listlessly into the small garden.

After walking for dozens of steps, he suddenly became enlightened.

After walking out of the pebbly path surrounded by trees, a rather large pond came into view.

Old Man Su sat on a small stool with his back to me, and a fishing rod was propped up next to him.

There wasn't even a bucket of water nearby, yet he pretended to be a fisherman and walked over, a smile appearing on his face: "Uncle Su, you were looking for me?"

Dressed casually in golf attire, Old Man Su turned around, took off his sunglasses, and pointed to the small stool next to him: "Sit down."

"Okay!"

Fang Bie was cautious; he deliberately moved the small stool from Old Man Su's right to his left before sitting down: "What do you need me for?"

As long as it's not about drowning someone to see their brains, everything else is negotiable.

Su Xun was initially quite happy about the film's box office success.

It wasn't about the amount of money; it was about his belief that he hadn't misjudged Xiao Fang—he was indeed a good kid.

But not only did he suddenly disappear, his own daughter, who had been arguing with him, came to him with tears in her eyes, asking to borrow his private plane to go to Los Angeles. She wouldn't let him go with her!

Don't you understand your own daughter?

She had no relatives or friends in Los Angeles; the only person she knew was Fang Bie!

What else could she possibly want besides coming to see Xiao Fang?

Although Old Man Su originally hoped that his daughter would get together with Brother Fang's son, he was quite upset that his little cabbage, whom he had raised for less than twenty years, was about to be taken away by someone else. To be honest, he had mixed feelings.

You weren't even mentally prepared. Why don't you wait until she's in her twenties before trying to seduce her?

Seeing that the boy made his daughter cry made his already complicated feelings even more complicated.

You know, her own daughter lost her mother when she was young, and that's how she developed her strong, independent and decisive personality.

She had never cried before.

Yes, not even once.

This was the first time Old Man Su had ever seen his daughter's eyes red.

My feelings are complex to the power of three—they are extremely complex.

So, as his self-proclaimed future father-in-law, he wanted to first give this kid a hard time.

"Little Fang," Old Man Su raised his chin and pointed to the tall building across the pond, "Do you think that building is tall?"

Fang looked over and saw that was the building that was originally meant for him. He nodded: "It's quite tall."

Old Man Su slowly took out a large bunch of keys from the bag next to him.

Fang swallowed hard.

"These are the keys to each apartment in that building." Old Man Su took out a pre-cut cigar and lit it. "So, how has Uncle Su treated you?"

"Great! That's really great!" Fang Bie gave a thumbs up.

This is not just a compliment.

How could it not be good?

In the dead of winter, give him a million to buy ice cream, and another million to buy fruit.

If this isn't good, then what is?

"Since your uncle hasn't done anything to wrong you," Old Man Su turned around, his sharp gaze piercing Fang Bie's heart, "then why didn't you keep your promise to Uncle Su? Do you know how angry Uncle Su is, and how serious the consequences will be?"

Let's scare this kid first. Who told him to make his precious daughter cry?

Then give him the house so he can treat his daughter well.

In a few years, when my daughter is a few years older, I'll have them hold their wedding and have a couple of grandchildren for me. Then I can hand over the company to them and retire peacefully to take care of my children.

My dear daughter, this is all the help your father can give you.

Fang remained silent.

Could he possibly say that he did his best, but Su Mulin was favored by God?

God knows that randomly picking a group of "amateur players" could turn out to be industry veterans who were once ostracized from the circle.

They just wanted to make a domestically produced masterpiece, but it ended up being made into a superhero origin movie!

They wanted to make a niche film with a illogical plot, but they managed to turn it into a successful blend of art-house and commercial film.

Fang Bie also really wanted to know why.

He sighed, "Uncle Su, I'm coming clean. I really did my best. But unfortunately, the timing, the location, and the people weren't on my side. There's nothing I can do."

It's not that our army was incompetent, it's just that the enemy had Gundams!

His name shouldn't be Fang Bie!

After that game became popular in his previous life, he was given nicknames by his friends every day.

It wasn't a big deal originally, but Fang Bie in that game was really useless; he kept killing his own people with just one gun!

Moreover, he often failed his missions and died.

It's both reasonable and logical that someone with the same name as him would fail in their undercover mission.

Su Xun exhaled a puff of cigar smoke and snorted.

This kid... he dared to lie to me for his own daughter.

And you still say it wasn't filmed on purpose?

Those Wu Kai and Xu Kuangfu aren't nobody either; their serious films aren't as good as yours, which are just a mess.

This kid can't even lie properly.

However, he seems to treat his daughter very well. For his daughter to not be afraid of his "power," well, she's a good girl.

Old Man Su suddenly felt much better.

He was especially pleased with the thought of being able to retire honorably in a few years and enjoy his retirement at home with his grandchildren.

Then, his face changed from cold and stern to smiling, like a Sichuan opera mask-changing act: "Xiao Fang, if I asked you to stop Xiao Lin and then take her back to the Su Group, would you be willing?"

The entertainment industry is full of temptations; if they continue to stay there, problems may arise in the future.

It would be better to come back directly, then personally guide them to familiarize themselves with the group's business, and after a few years when they are proficient, hand over the group to them.

Isn't this better than working in the entertainment industry?

Ultimately, Speedfilm, now the leading company in the film and television industry, is nothing more than a subsidiary of its own group.

Huh? Once, twice, and even a third time?

Just as Fang Bie was about to agree, the image of Su Mulin sitting at his doorstep suddenly appeared before his eyes.

Judging from her appearance, she had clearly been waiting at her own doorstep all night.

And what she said

"If you don't go back, then I won't go back either. As for dreams... I don't want them anymore."

That was her dream.

How much courage does it take to say you're giving up?

Fang opened his mouth, gritted his teeth, and made up his mind.

He raised his head, his eyes resolute: "Uncle Su, I think you're wrong."

That was the dream of an eighteen-year-old girl. He felt that since he had eaten her food for several months, he should help protect her dream.

I finished two updates and 7,000 words, but I couldn't stay awake any longer, I'm too sleepy...

Let me take a nap first, and I'll write the third chapter when I wake up.

It seems that Wan Geng has managed to do it today.

(End of this chapter)