How did I become famous?

Chapter 146, third update, 10,000 words complete! Requesting monthly votes!

"How could it still make a mistake?"

"I'm a pragmatist; I rely entirely on improvisation when acting."

"Isn't that a tyrant on set?"

"I don't think I can understand it that way."

"Old Fang, you're a director too, can't you be a little more understanding of me? You must really dislike actors changing the script on their own when you're directing, right?"

"I didn't feel anything; I just had them play themselves."

Moreover, none of the people he hires are big names, so who would dare disobey him?

"Fatty, listen to me. Once you find that feeling, you'll perform at your best in Lincang."

In fact, this is a classic example of double standards.

Just like going out.

If he's driving, he'll yell at pedestrians and electric bike riders in the car for being inconsiderate.

But when he walks or rides an electric bike, he'll yell at drivers for being blind.

Humans are such creatures that they love double standards.

Fang stopped lamenting his own incompetence, but Liu Mang panicked: "Don't mess with me, Lao Fang! What am I supposed to do if you do something reckless?"

At that point, let alone going head-to-head with Hollywood blockbusters, it would be a joke if they couldn't even beat Wu Kai.

To be honest, his primary goal was actually to flatter Miss Su.

But wouldn't it be even better if it could achieve box office success and critical acclaim?

Old Fang was lucky, to say the least. He made two movies. The first one was from Hollywood. There weren't many big movies at that time, and the few imported films available weren't enough to compete.

The second film was modeled after Wu Kai and Xu Kuangfu.

As a result, one of them hired a group of young, handsome men, while the other made an art film.

The result was that none of them could fight.

Why is it that when they finally get to make their own film, Wu Kai is causing trouble internally, and Hollywood blockbusters are dominating externally?

And this isn't just any ordinary Hollywood movie; it's the latest film from "Tyrant," who has won three Oscars!

This wouldn't have been a big deal.

The key point is that the other party has their eye on Fang Bie, and Fang Bie hasn't made a new movie.

This has caused his popularity to remain high in China, with everyone paying close attention to his two movies with Wu Kai.

Many domestic films that were originally scheduled for release at the end of the year have postponed their release dates to avoid competing with this competition.

Fang Bie shrugged: "Brother, acting isn't that difficult."

"Then show me what Miss Su looks like."

"Okay, watch carefully."

After Fang finished speaking, his entire demeanor changed.

No, it's not about temperament!

Instead, their actions, behavior, and eyes all changed.

He slightly tucked his legs in, turned his waist, propped his right elbow with his left hand, and pushed up his "air glasses" with his right hand in a delicate, feminine gesture. His voice was incredibly effeminate: "Fang Bie! Did you smoke extra today?!"

Liu Mang: "."

"You still say you're not messing with me?! Miss Su is decisive and efficient, not this effeminate! And your voice! Holy crap! It's disgusting!"

"Huh? Isn't that right?" Fang Bie was taken aback. "But when there's no one else at the company, she often stands with her hands on her hips like a little teapot, nagging me."

Liu Mang opened his mouth, but he accidentally got his face splattered with Fang Bie's sun again.

In his mind, Miss Su Mulin was aloof and moved with the speed of the wind. How could she possibly have such feminine and coquettish behavior?

It seems that the young lady does have a different side when no one else is around.

Yes, he consciously categorized himself as an "outsider".

But you can't do it this way when making a movie.

"But in my movie, she's portrayed as a decisive girl. Perhaps this isn't quite right for her?"

Moreover, since the young lady only acts that way in front of Fang Bie, it means she doesn't want others to know.

So, Fang Bie still had to act like that when filming the movie?

Is he trying to die even faster than expected?

He can die if he wants; Liu Mang doesn't want to be buried with him.

Fang was at a loss: "Then what should we do?"

Liu Mang scratched his head: "Old Fang, how did you give Chen Yongren and the others acting pointers before? You can try to put yourself in their shoes."

Fang casually replied, "Just let them do it as usual."

In other words, as the saying goes, "I play myself."

Just like in Fang Bie's previous life, many actors play "himself" no matter who they play.

Liu Mang was also at a loss.

"What should we do then?"

He lit a cigarette and began to ponder deeply.

After a moment, he suddenly stubbed out his cigarette: "I've got it!"

"Wu Kai's?"

"Get lost!" Liu Mang cursed, then said, "I mean, you're trying to empathize. Just put yourself in Miss Su's shoes, think about her daily life, and try to put yourself in her shoes."

"The life of a young lady..."

Fang thought about it for a moment.

Waking up every day in a bed that's 50,000 square meters?

When I opened my eyes, hundreds of maids were helping me get dressed?

That's an exaggeration.

Does that mean that any watch given away is a Patek Philippe?

How can a work like "Blue and White Porcelain," which is not even a half-finished product, be completed in one night and brought to the same level as the original?

Spending six figures on clothes in one go?

Or did you grow up playing with train cars, private planes, and yachts?

The dolls she plays with were designed and produced by her own company according to her requirements?

Or perhaps they claim to be penniless but actually have millions on them?

Fang shook his head: "Sorry, I really can't relate to that."

He couldn't understand it; he really couldn't understand it.

Fang Bie earned a monthly salary of just over two thousand yuan right after graduation. After working for two years, his monthly salary increased to five thousand yuan.

The house is an old house of a few dozen square meters, and the car is a joint venture car worth around 100,000 yuan.

My parents were both working class when I was young, and their business was in the tractor industry, which was already on its last legs.

Before he was ten years old, he could only eat meat during the Chinese New Year.

When I was a child, I used to go out and collect bottles to sell for money to buy snacks.

He couldn't understand the life of a rich girl.

If he doesn't even dare to imagine it, how can he understand it?

Is it the kind of interpretation that comes from "the emperor using a golden hoe to hoe the ground"?

Liu Mang's chubby face was almost thin with worry: "What should we do? We can't just let that Hollywood 'tyrant' slap you in the face, can we?"

"Sorry, I kicked your butt, not slapped my face." Fang Bie didn't seem to care. "Isn't it a good thing to have external pressure motivating you?"

Liu Mang said with a serious expression, "You don't understand, this concerns the dignity of Chinese films."

"Dignity is earned through one's own efforts, not given by others." Fang Bie subtly changed the subject.

However, seeing how worried Liu Mang was, he softened.

"Fine, I'll try to get into it." Fang Bie gritted his teeth and made a decision. "For this lousy movie of yours, I'm really going all out!"

Liu Mang was startled: "What do you want to do?"

I had barely opened my mouth when the phone rang.

He looked at it and saw it was an unfamiliar international call.

After the call connected, a burst of laughter came from the other end: "Oh God! Dear Fang, you finally answered the phone!"

It was broken Mandarin.

Fang raised an eyebrow: "Tom?"

Liu Mang, sitting opposite him, was startled again and quietly pricked up his ears.

But he didn't hear anything; Fang Bie's phone had pretty good noise isolation.

"It's me, Fang. I want to apologize to you."

Fang glanced at Liu Mang: "What do you mean by that?"

"I was wrong to issue the challenge without your permission. But Fang, how could you write songs? You're wasting your talent! Your future is in the film industry! I originally thought you just wanted to spend some more time in China, but I never expected you to hand over the script to someone else to film! Wasting talent will be punished by God!"

"Sorry, I don't believe in God," Fang said nonchalantly. "So that's why you posted that Instagram post?"

He believed in Old Wang and the right goddess.

Well, actually he doesn't believe that either.

He only trusted my subject when he was in school and taking exams.

After all, "it's better to fail Kobe than Conan."

"Yes, this is a challenge I've overestimated myself to take." Tom laughed heartily. "I know that challenging the father of superhero movies with a superhero movie is an act of a mere mortal trying to challenge a giant, but Fang, what you've done has given me courage."

"I've figured it out. Your future belongs in Hollywood, in this cinematic paradise. China can no longer contain you. The more you stay there, the more you'll degenerate. I'm going to use this film to tell you that you should come to Hollywood."

Tom had actually been keeping an eye on Fang Bie all along.

But Fang Bie's recent actions have disappointed him.

It was already excessive for him to stay in China and make movies, but he didn't even want to make movies? He actually gave the script to someone else to direct? He even wanted to write songs?

This is something he cannot tolerate.

Therefore, he wanted to use his own "Captain America" ​​to crush Chinese films of the same period, especially the two films produced by Fangbie Company.

For this reason, he even went so far as to stir up public opinion within the Chinese film and television industry.

He wanted to use this method to force Fang to go to Hollywood.

He wouldn't allow such a talented genius like Fang Bie to degenerate!

"Fang, I look forward to your response."

After hanging up the phone, Liu Mang leaned closer and asked, "Was that the Hollywood tyrant? What did he say?"

Fang Bie, however, gave an irrelevant answer: "Fatty, I have a question."

Liu Mang was confused: "What's the problem? No! Is this the time to be thinking about other things?"

Fang Bie looked up at the ceiling and asked, "Fatty, what do you think is the point of wearing a skirt?"

"Huh? Why are you bringing this up?"

"No, I was just thinking... A skirt is just a piece of cloth, right? Come to think of it, there's nothing underneath, doesn't it make you feel ashamed?"

"Skirts have existed for thousands of years, why are you bringing that up? Isn't the real issue how to deal with that 'tyrant'?"

"Let's talk about that tomorrow, I'm a little tired." Fang Bie waved his hand. "You go back first, I want to be alone."

Liu Mang wanted to ask something more, but in the end he didn't ask anything.

Because he could sense that Fang Bie seemed to be making some kind of decision.

He felt as if Fang Bie had broken something deep inside him.

After Liu Mang left, Fang Bie sat alone in the living room, lost in thought.

After a long pause, he smoked three cigarettes in a row before finally making up his mind.

"Damn! For your movie, Liu Mang, I'm really going all out!"

He stubbed out his cigarette, stood up, and stormed upstairs—in the direction of Su Mulin's bedroom.

He quietly slipped into the young lady's bedroom and opened the wardrobe.

He didn't touch the underwear in the bottom drawer; he just picked up one of the young lady's school uniform skirts, the kind that just covered her knees.

Then, he took off his pants and put the skirt over his head.

"Um?"

But the skirt gets stuck at the shoulder and won't go down.

"Is it worn from the bottom up?"

He wore it again.

This time it worked.

To understand how to portray Su Mulin, the first thing you need to do is wear the same clothes as her!

Since she's already taken my shirt, it wouldn't be a problem for me to try on her skirt, right?

It was all for the movie!

Fang Bie stood in front of the mirror.

"Wow, my legs are really beautiful. I feel like I could sell photos of them online."

But he might have to take off his thermal pants first—he scratched his hairy calves.

After striking a few poses in front of the mirror, she said, "Hmm, would you like to try on some lingerie?"

He opened the wardrobe again.

But the next moment, the bedroom door opened.

Fang Bieding remained in place.

After a long while, he slowly turned around—the young lady was leaning against the door frame with her arms crossed.

Seeing him turn around, the young lady said expressionlessly, "Continue, why did you stop? Change into your underwear and let me see."

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(End of this chapter)