How did I become famous?

Chapter 109 Strangely Dressed Foreigners (Second Update! 3000 words left! Requesting monthly votes!)

"Mr. Smith, the film you recommended is indeed excellent. But I don't know why you want me to watch this Chinese film?"

"Mr. Giovanna, isn't this exactly the person you need? You want to make a movie to reverse the image of 'passion,' and what you need is not me, but the genius director Fang."

"The 'father of superhero movies,' right?"

"Yes, this film, 'Shadows of Light,' is the one Fang is submitting for the Venice Film Festival. I'm sure you'll be able to see it soon."

#Breaking News! Director Fang Bie boarded a flight to Venice with a stunning woman! Is it for the Venice Film Festival? Or has Fang Bie found a new love?#

On the plane before takeoff, Fang glanced at the second-ranked news on Weibo's trending topics, and his eyes twitched incessantly.

He glanced back at the young lady next to him who was playing on her phone.

She was completely bare-faced today, without any makeup at all (although she did wear light makeup).

Why describe such a pure, aloof, and elegant pretty girl as stunningly beautiful?

What else is meant by "finding a new love"?

Where the hell is Fang's ex-girlfriend?

Moreover, it was clearly a group of people from the film crew who went to Venice together on public funds to eat, drink, and have fun. Why do you make it sound like I secretly took the young lady out to have fun?

What if Old Man Su gets the wrong idea after seeing this?

I asked you to protect my daughter from harm, and you, you little bastard, stole from her!

And what about the two Su brothers? Do they know whether they are dead or alive?

"well"

Fang Bie sighed.

So he never even considered becoming famous.

She's not even a celebrity yet, and she's already making headlines like this. If she were famous, wouldn't she be deprived of even the right to wear only underwear at home in the summer?

Making games is still better.

Not only will you be able to lie down and count your money, but people won't be chasing after you to film your private moments.

Liu Mang, standing across the aisle, was also very dissatisfied: "What about me? Why wasn't I mentioned?"

Zhao Qiumei, who was next to him, rolled her eyes: "Didn't it say on the sign, 'If that fat passerby hadn't blocked the view, the editor would have already taken a picture of that beautiful woman's face'?"

Liu Mang, the "fat passerby," was devastated.

Su Mulin ignored what was happening there and turned to stare directly at Fang Bie: "Who's your ex-lover? That Yang Yu?"

I also really want to know who my "ex" is, and I have another question. Fang Bie met her gaze with an honest look: "Who is Yang Yu?"

In the end, it was the young lady who was defeated first.

She looked away and said coldly, "The one that's number one on the trending topics list, see for yourself."

After saying that, she switched her phone to airplane mode, put on her eye mask, and ignored Fang Bie.

She was a little angry, so she didn't plan to say another word to Fang Bie before the plane landed.

The plane was about to take off, so Fang Bie quickly reopened Weibo.

It's strange, but his news always appears as the second item below the top trending topic.

But the first one is often related to him.

The same applies this time.

#Shocking! Actress Yang Yu rejects the advances of jewelry tycoon Jin! She also states that her most admired person is director Fang Bie!#

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Fang still couldn't remember who Yang Yu was.

However, given the immense popularity of his first two films (though contrary to his expectations) and his youth, it's perfectly normal and logical for female celebrities to want to sexually harass him.

But the problem is

Fang Bie clicked on the news article, which contained a short video—an interview with actress Yang Yu, whom he recognized somewhat.

In the video, Yang Yu, facing the microphone, smiled generously and said, "I'm not the kind of person who wants a comfortable life. Compared to that, I prefer art."

Reporter: "I'm a reporter from Southern Star Daily. Who is the director you most want to work with?"

"The director I most want to work with..." Yang Yu thought for a moment and smiled, "Although I feel very sorry for Director Zhang, the director I most want to work with is Director Fang Bie. I am a fan of his films."

Reporter: "So, did you reject the third young master of the Jin family's advances because you already had someone you liked?"

Yang Yu smiled but did not answer.

Reporter: "Would you mind if your future partner was younger than you?"

Yang Yu covered her mouth and chuckled: "I don't mind that, as long as the other party doesn't mind that I'm older."

After she finished speaking, she even had a little bit of shyness on her face.

After closing Weibo, Fang Bie muttered to himself, "What a pity."

"What's a pity?"

Fang Bie turned around and met a pair of sharp eyes.

He raised an eyebrow and voiced his true thoughts: "This actress's acting skills are worthy of her title. I just feel sorry that she had to get her chin and nose done and get hyaluronic acid injections for the sake of her appearance, which has made her afraid to make too many facial expressions."

He paused, then said seriously, "Xiao Lin, if you become a big star in the future, please don't get plastic surgery. Not only does that stuff harm your body, but it will probably make you look worse on your face. Please don't do anything stupid that will cost you more than you gain."

Many celebrities like to get minor cosmetic procedures after they become famous.

Moreover, since they wear makeup every day, their skin is bound to be average. In order to maintain their youthful appearance, they often get injections and the like.

I've heard that not only female celebrities, but also many male celebrities are starting to do this now. He can't let Su Mulin go astray.

"I'm not stupid." Miss Su rolled her eyes at him.

But her mood clearly began to improve: "The food in Italy is quite good, but I was worried you wouldn't like it, so I brought some ingredients with me. If you don't get used to it there, I'll cook Chinese food for you."

Did she just say "I won't talk to him before I get off the plane"?

Obviously not.

She only thought about it briefly.

But a gentleman judges by actions, not intentions, and besides, she is not a gentleman.

So there's nothing wrong with it!

Fang Bie's eyes lit up, and just as he was about to make a request, he saw that the young lady had already put on a blindfold.

She's thinking about what delicious food she can cook over there, so don't disturb her now!

"So what I saw online was all true? The water in Venice is actually not that great and it smells terrible?"

This was a day later.

After a 20-hour flight, Fang Bie and his group finally arrived in Venice.

I spent the night resting in the hotel I had booked in advance and also adjusted to the time difference. Well, there's not much to adjust to with a six-hour time difference.

Anyway, the next day, the group of several people boarded a small boat and began to enjoy the scenery of Venice.

To be honest, Fang Bie wasn't interested in the real Venice.

The reason he didn't lie dead in the hotel was because a scene from an anime he really liked in his previous life, "Aria," looked a bit like this place.

So he used a heart that yearned to "pay homage to the holy site" to urge his legs to follow them.

But the ideal is full, the reality is very skinny.

There was no gentle, beautiful 15-year-old girl navigator here; the boat was being rowed by a burly old man in his fifties with a full beard.

So Fang Bie was very disappointed. As soon as he was disappointed, he started to activate his exclusive skill as a great Onmyoji: Yin Yang Wei Qi.

"Didn't I tell you already? A lot of the water here stinks. I heard people even urinate in it. Do you still have some illusions about Italy?"

Fortunately, the boatman couldn't understand Mandarin, otherwise the first thing he would have done was to take Fang Bie into the water to experience what he had said.

However, if the other person understood Chinese, Fang Bie wouldn't have said that.

"What should we do then? Wouldn't it be very boring to go back now?" Liu Mang raised a rather serious question.

As the head of the group, Fang Bie has an obligation to address the employees' questions.

"Who's religious? Let's just find a church to kill time."

"..." Liu Mang retorted, "We've all followed you, Lao Fang, and worshipped Lao Wang and the 'correct goddess.' Do you think anyone among us still believes in religion?"

"What should we do then?"

Then Fang Bie and Liu Mang kept repeating this sentence to each other.

A few minutes later, Su Mulin, the only person here who could act as a translator, rubbed his temples and said helplessly, "How about we go eat first? I know a pretty good restaurant here, their seafood salad and squid ink pasta are their signature dishes."

Fang Bie pulled out a bottle of mineral water and took a swig to moisten his parched throat: "Then what are we waiting for? Let's go!"

"Hiccup~"

Two hours later, the group, having eaten and drunk their fill, left the restaurant satisfied.

The food here is really good, but I can't quite understand the long row of Italian shop names.

All they know is that the place is nicely decorated and quite expensive.

Anyway, it's the young lady who pays.

It wasn't far from the hotel where everyone was staying, so they decided to walk back to digest their food.

Liu Mang, the fat man, walked along, frowning as he pondered something.

Fang Bie, with a toothpick dangling from his mouth, lazily asked, "Fatty, what are you thinking about?"

Liu Mang looked up, his expression serious: "Old Fang, I was wondering, after you eat this gold leaf ice cream, does what comes out of your stool also come out as gold leaf?"

"You're already thinking about this right after you finished eating? How disgusting!" Fang Bie gave him a disgusted look, then shook him off and walked ahead.

But as they walked, they realized something was wrong.

Not only him, but even Liu Mang, Pan Xiao and their group noticed the problem.

Fang waved his hand to stop everyone, then pulled Su Mulin behind him and frowned, asking, "Who are you, and what do you want?"

"￥%……%#%￥…￥%." The stylish man in the black suit in front of me said a bunch of words that Fang Bie couldn't understand.

Fang Bie gestured to Su Mulin with his eyes.

Su Mulin's expression turned somewhat unpleasant: "Fang Bie, what is the most famous thing about Italy for you?"

Fang thought for a moment and said, "The one with the black hand?"

Actually, his first thought was Monica Bellucci from "Malèna".

But it's annoying that the world doesn't have that movie.

In addition, there is the Flying Spaghetti Monster cult, and the green-haired girl who loves pizza.

Then comes the one who's behind it all.

The young lady nodded: "They are the ones you're thinking of."

Fang Bie chuckled and pulled out his protective light from his pocket: "Take a look at this. I want to see who dares to mess with us."

He had consulted the young lady about how awesome his country was in this world.

Believe it or not, one phone call from Mr. Fang to the embassy could reveal "who is calling the fleet!"

"." Miss Su rolled her eyes at him and then spoke in a string of incomprehensible words, "%……￥￥#￥##￥%%#."

The man in the black suit opposite him took a step back and bowed slightly: "%……￥#&@#￥".

Fang Bie leaned close to the young lady's ear and whispered, "What kind of gibberish was he speaking?"

The young lady shuddered and instinctively moved aside. "He said their boss wants to see you and asked us to wait a moment. Fang Bie, when did you get involved with them?"

"Injustice! The only time I ever went abroad was to the Oscars!" Fang Bie was genuinely confused.

Why are these foreign gangsters contacting me?

Fang and his team waited for less than three minutes before the enemy's BOSS arrived.

They were a group of guys dressed in strange clothes.

The leader was probably in his twenties, dressed in an extremely flashy purple outfit. His shirt had a heart-shaped opening at the chest, revealing his chest muscles.

He had blond hair with a small braid at the back of his head, and his bangs were permed into three irregular @@@ shapes.

He waved for the group in black suits to leave, and the purple-clad, blond man at the head nodded to Fang Bie, then spoke in fluent Mandarin with a respectful tone:

"Hello, Mr. Fang. My name is Giorno Giovanna. I am a fashion designer and the BOSS of the 'Passion' organization. I am very sorry that you and your partner were frightened. Please give me a chance to apologize."

Fang Bie: "."

No wonder this person's clothes and hairstyle looked familiar.

But since her main job is fashion designer, it doesn't seem wrong for her to dress so flamboyantly.

Another night... mainly spent figuring out which storyline to pursue first.

I'll write the second chapter while I'm still feeling groggy, and I'll start writing the third chapter after I wake up from my afternoon nap.

(End of this chapter)