How did I become famous?

Chapter 129 It's all for the movie! (Please vote! Subscribe!)

"This is Miss Su's request, there's nothing I can do about it," Liu Mang said, spreading his hands in resignation. "After the job posting was released yesterday, there was a huge influx of applicants, but I've narrowed it down to a few. How about we interview them today?"

Fang Bie sighed: "You already said it was an interview, so how could I say no? Is it starting in the morning?"

Liu Mang glanced at his watch; it was 8:43 AM.

"It starts at 9:30."

Time flies by in the blink of an eye.

Because of a shortage of manpower, Nie Fang, a double winner of the Oscars and Venice Film Festival, and others greeted people at the door, while Fang Bie and Liu Mang stayed in the conference room to conduct interviews one by one.

Soon, the first person came in.

He was a young, handsome man, and he looked at Fang and the other two with some nervousness.

He swallowed hard and said, "Hello, teachers. I'm here to apply for an acting position."

"Hmm?" Fang Bie raised an eyebrow.

Liu Mango interrupted, "Let's get straight to the point: what talents do you have?"

"Teacher, I can sing and dance."

"Very good, go back and wait for our notification. If it's approved, our company will contact you within a week." Fang Bie politely declined his offer.

"Thank you, teacher!" The child bowed and ran out excitedly.

"Next."

The person who came in this time was also a young man, but his appearance and physique were quite ordinary.

It's the kind of truly ordinary, not the kind of "ordinary" that Fang Bie is referring to.

"Your name is Liu Xin?" Fang Bie flipped through the resume. "What skills do you have?"

"Reporting to the two teachers, I only graduated from junior high school and I don't know anything." Liu Xin said with a bitter face, "My girlfriend is very beautiful, but she looks down on me because of my low education level and wants to break up with me, so I want to come out and learn a skill."

Junior high school graduate? Girlfriend is very pretty?

Fang Bie suspected there was something fishy going on.

How did such an ordinary person find such a beautiful girlfriend?

This person must have some strengths!

Have you ever worked before?

"Teacher, no, I haven't looked for a job in the five years since I graduated from junior high school."

"Uh, so you're not short of money? Or is your girlfriend supporting you?"

"No, teacher, I paid for everything myself."

"Given by your parents?"

"No, it's mine."

"..." Fang Bie rubbed his temples. "So what do you do every day?"

"Playing games and watching live streams."

"So where did you get your money?"

"Collecting rent."

"."

Fang Bie's gaze changed.

His gaze became as if he were looking at a class enemy.

"Get out! You're not qualified!"

People like that deserve to be struck by lightning!

Check it out!

Look!

Is this even human language?!

Still "collecting rent"?

Or is it "I want to learn a skill"?

Get lost!

Fang Bie was a little agitated, even a little embarrassed and angry.

Because this is precisely the dream he never realized.

"Old Fang, Old Fang! Calm down!" Liu Mang waved his hand, trying to stop Fang Bie. "Go back and wait for our news. Our company will get back to you within a week!"

"Thank you both, teachers." Liu Xin scratched his head, stood up, and bowed again. "I'll go back and collect the rent now. There are still three households I haven't collected from today."

"I'm going to kill him!!!"

Liu Mang quickly waved for the guy to get lost, while pressing Fang Bie into a chair: "Old Fang! What's wrong with you? Why are you suddenly so angry? I know what that person said is enviable, but you don't need to get so angry, do you?"

"Heh, do you know anything? You don't know anything at all!" Fang Bie tilted his head, his bloodshot eyes glaring fiercely at Liu Mang.

If it weren't for you, you bastard, doing something completely wrong to me, would I have gotten up early this morning to come here for an interview with you?

I've been living a blissful life collecting rent for ages!

Fang Bie suddenly sighed and said dejectedly, "Forget it, there's no point in saying more. Let's call the next one."

What's the point of saying all this now that it's already happened and there's no going back?

The right thing to do is to properly place the young lady on the throne of a singing queen, and then pat our butts and go play games.

Sigh, why hasn't my special ability arrived yet?

It's one thing to not have a movie/TV series music system, but at least give us a system like the one for games!

Otherwise, the game that Lao Wu mentioned would take forever to finish.

Fang Bie's emotions plummeted.

"Next."

This time, a bespectacled man with a scholarly air came in.

He gives off a very approachable vibe at first glance.

Seeing that Fang Bie was in a bad mood, Liu Mang asked, "Your name is Ye Changkong?"

"Yes, teacher, I am Ye Changkong, I am twenty-eight years old, and I have three years of work experience." Ye Changkong pushed up his glasses.

Fang sat up straight: "Graduated from a 985 university? Tell me about your dream."

Ye Changkong smiled shyly: "My goal in studying and working hard for many years is to make money efficiently, without getting tired, and to earn more, such as by collecting rent."

"..." Liu Mang glanced at Fang Bie, seeing that he was in a stable mood, and then asked, "But you graduated with a master's degree from a 985 university, doesn't collecting rent seem like a lack of ambition?"

Ye Changkong said seriously, "Teacher, although I graduated with a master's degree from a 985 university, my dream is to collect rent without any future prospects."

"Then why did you apply to Fangmu?" Liu Mang saw his high level of education on his resume and thought he might be a talented person, which is why he invited him for an interview.

By the way, the reason I sent the interview invitation to the guy was because I thought that someone who only graduated from junior high school might have some special talent if he dared to submit his resume.

Unfortunately, while that person certainly has exceptional abilities, they seem to have little to do with the film and television industry.

Liu Mang scratched his chubby face: "Sorry, you go back."

"Wait a minute!" Fang Bie spoke up. "Congratulations, you've been accepted. Go back and pack your things, come to work tomorrow."

Ye Changkong quickly stood up and bowed, saying, "Thank you, teacher! Thank you, teacher!"

After he left, Liu Mang asked curiously, "This man has no ambition. Lao Fang, how could you have let him off the hook?"

Fang Bie rolled his eyes: "That's called having lofty ambitions, okay? Do you know how expensive housing is? How many houses would you need to live off rent for the rest of your life? He has this goal, and you're saying he has no ambition?"

It's mainly about resonance.

Fang Bie found a sense of resonance in this person.

My dream is to collect rent!

What a simple dream!

Fang Bie's dream has been shattered, but he doesn't mind protecting other people's dreams!

Liu Mang still didn't understand: "Is money really that important?"

He has never lacked money since he was a child, so he doesn't really understand this idea.

He still felt that the dream of revitalizing China's film industry was more noble.

But Fang did some calculations for him.

"Fatty, do you know what a hundred million means?"

"I don't know, I've never seen so much cash before."

"Okay, let me put it more simply. One hundred million is like putting your money in a bank, investing only in the most basic, safest-haven funds. Every morning when you wake up, you'll have an extra ten or twenty thousand yuan."

Now Liu Mang understood: "So much money."

"So you need to do a good job with your movie, because our company can get one-fifth to one-quarter of the total box office revenue."

"Actually, there's something I really need to say," Liu Mang said, seeing the good atmosphere. "Old Fang, I know we have the Su Group behind us. But isn't this kind of capital involvement a bad thing for the film and television industry?"

He had always had this concern.

The "young and handsome men" economy in the market is a product of capital speculation.

They spend money to generate fake data traffic, and then use this fake traffic from these young celebrities to monetize it.

Repeatedly.

Ultimately, the beneficiaries are the platforms that generate traffic, the young male celebrities, and the capital behind them.

The ones who suffer are those who actually want to watch movies.

Fang Bie shook his head: "Fatty, capital is neither good nor bad; they are all profit-driven."

He lit a cigarette and tossed one to Liu Mang: "Why are movies starring young male idols and popular female stars, as well as so-called variety show movies, so popular? It's because capital has seen the profits."

He exhaled a smoke ring: "If domestic animated films are profitable, if big-budget blockbusters and even profound films can achieve both box office success and critical acclaim, then those investors will definitely pour money into gambling on animated films and good movies with you."

"We can't fight city hall, and we can't control capital. So what we need to do is make good films to cultivate the audience's aesthetic sense. Everything is subject to comparison. If our films are both box office and critical successes, while films made by young, popular idols and cash grabs flop after being compared to ours, how do you think the audience and the capital will choose?"

Liu Mang's expression was solemn: "They're investing heavily in making good films with normal aesthetics."

"Yeah, so you and Wu Kai both have a lot on your shoulders." Fang Bie patted him on the shoulder. "Work hard, Fatty. Saving Chinese films depends on you two. So, I'll leave the interview to you. I have other things to do, so I'll be going now."

That's his excuse.

Actually, he planned to go back to sleep. He had been working on game character artwork until late last night, and he was extremely sleepy right now.

Moreover, he was also moved to think of himself.

Chinese films stumbled upon two great movies by accident, and then everything slowly began to change.

What about domestically produced games, animations, and music?

Who can save us?

Anyway, it's not our side.

Since I can't collect rent, I guess I'll have to make games instead.

Who knows, maybe Chinese games will actually save themselves?

"Old Fang, there's something else I need to tell you."

Fang Bie snapped out of her daze: "What's wrong?"

"Since you say you want to save domestic films, you can't just stand by and do nothing." Liu Mang said seriously. "Both my films and Skinny Monkey's films strictly follow your approach of only using amateur actors. He found professional martial arts fighters, and I heard that you personally selected Ip Man as the lead actor. So you can't just abandon my side."

Liu Mang had another epiphany.

He felt as if his entire being had been elevated.

Save Chinese films!

Yes! This is my dream! The meaning of my life!

And Fang Bie! This man, whose entire body radiated golden light (as the sunlight shone through the window)!

He is the lighthouse that guides me forward!

"Old Fang, this is the script I've written." He took out the script and handed it to Fang Bie. "President Su has approved it. Could you take a look and see if it's okay?"

Fang took the script and quickly finished reading it.

He looked up and suddenly asked, "Fatty, do you know Makoto Shinkai?"

"Makoto Shinkai? I don't know him. His name sounds like he's from Japan. What happened to him?"

Fang looked closely into his eyes and realized that he genuinely didn't know Makoto Shinkai.

It seems he is not a time traveler.

But why does this script have so many elements?

"The script is good, but there's a problem: are you sure Miss Su's acting skills are up to par?"

Given Miss Su's acting skills—she can't even retake a scene as a corpse—how can she be cast as a girl in love? And as a male lead with a personality reversal?

Are you kidding me?!

And this character design, why is the male lead's personality so similar to mine?

Is Fatty Liu afraid he won't act well?

Hmm. It seems I really can't act well.

Liu Mang was confident, and now was the time to demonstrate his skills as Su Mulin's top director: "Old Fang, that's why this movie needs your contribution. You said it yourself, it's to save Chinese films."

He chuckled: "Actually, it's quite simple. I hope that before the movie starts filming, no, even during the filming process, you and President Su can pretend to be a couple, you know? Or you need to observe each other closely, you two need to stay together every day to observe each other's words and actions, so that our acting skills can be up to par."

Miss Su, this is all the help I, Fatty Liu, can give you.

Old Fang, after you successfully become Miss Su's gigolo, remember the benefits of me, Fatty Liu, as your "matchmaker"!

Fang Bie: "."

Did I screw myself up again?

I lay in bed at 11 pm, but still couldn't fall asleep.

I might as well get up and start writing.

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(End of this chapter)