How did I become famous?

"Isn't this ridiculous? Who would even watch this?"

After finishing the script, Liu Mang's eye twitched.

After lunch, Liu Mang, who had nothing to do, heard that Fang Bie had finished writing the script, so he decided to take a look to pass the time.

After reading it, he felt that Fang Bie was just messing around.

Su Mulin's voice was icy: "You simply don't understand."

She scoffed, "You, a defeated opponent of Fang Bie, dare to question his script?"

"..."

Liu Mang leaned close to Fang Bie and whispered, "Did she take gunpowder?"

"Who should I ask?"

Fang Bie shrugged and spread his hands, indicating that he was indifferent.

That's certainly not the case.

Su Mulin simply had a mysterious trust in the other party's other talents.

After all, he was the man she considered capable of writing lyrics for four hit songs in five minutes.

Not to mention that he was able to write two famous poems that could be passed down through the ages, one of which he did in just ten minutes in front of her.

Although she outwardly expressed disdain, she actually deeply admired Fang Bie.

You should know that he was the man who could make even her perfect older brother admit defeat.

In the past, no matter how well she did, her father, Su Xun, would only say one thing.

"Unfortunately, he's still quite a bit worse than your older brother."

There will always be only this one sentence.

So when Fang Bie was able to subdue her older brother, she already regarded Fang Bie as an omnipotent genius.

So even if she herself felt that the script was unreliable, she would subconsciously think that it was just because she was not good enough, rather than because the script was really unreliable.

When someone questions Fang Bie, she will be the first to object.

As she said, "No one has the right to question such a brilliant approach."

"No..." Liu Mang said helplessly, "Are you sure you can film this script?"

"Give it a try," Fang said casually.

Even if we can't film it, we have to! I don't want to see my own brains splattered!

"How much are you prepared to spend on costs?" Liu Mang asked again.

Fang Bie looked at Su Mulin, his gaze searching.

"I have seven million, which I can invest all of." Su Mulin's cheeks flushed slightly.

She was a little embarrassed.

But this was all she had left.

"Huh? Weren't there only two million left? Where did you get another four million?"

"I made Yan Shuangying sell that Bentley."

"..."

If Fang Bie remembers correctly, that car should belong to her elder brother, Su Shi.

Is this really good?

"That car is worth around 1.5 million to 2 million on the secondhand market. Who are you selling it to for such a high price?"

"Second brother."

"..."

My lady is amazing!

The Bentley your older brother gave you for transportation, you immediately sold to your second brother.

They even sell it for more than the price of a new car.

Fang Bie thought that this was actually her older brothers indirectly providing her with support.

Tsk, Su Shi was a kind-hearted old man with a sharp tongue.

Seven million... that should be enough to cover some casual expenses.

Fortunately, I used search engines to brush up on what it takes to make a movie these past few days.

So he patted Liu Mang on the shoulder: "Old Liu, you've been eating and drinking here for days now, haven't you?"

"Huh? Didn't I buy the late-night snack?" Liu Mang looked blank.

"So you didn't pay tuition for the ancient-style song lyric formulas you learned from me, did you?"

"Just tell me, how much is it? I'll pay you."

That's not what I want.

"So what do you want?"

"Talented individuals."

Fang Bie patted him heavily on the shoulder: "You're in the industry, and you've written movie theme songs before. Do you have any connections in the industry?"

Liu Mang understood his implication: "You mean a photographer or something?"

"What else?"

Fang handed him a cigarette, and then the two of them ignored Su Mulin's cold gaze and began to smoke.

"Let's skip the producers, executive producers, consultants, and supervisors."

Anyway, none of this is necessary.

"Mainly costumes, props, and photographers. Lao Liu, do you know any of those?"

He'll just have to find an actor slowly.

However, apart from a few actors, everyone else can be extras.

"Yes, I do." Liu Mang patted his chest. "I wouldn't dare say the top ones, but I do know some of the best photographers in the lower ranks of the first tier and the top two in the second tier."

"I don't want those," Fang Bie frowned and rejected.

"WHY?"

"For any film, we need top-notch talent," Su Mulin said calmly.

"No, what I mean is that these people are too good," Fang Bie explained. "I'm making a groundbreaking film. There aren't any films like this in the film industry right now. People who don't have fixed mindsets are the kind of talent I need."

After a long silence, Su Mulin said softly, "I understand, I'm sorry..."

Fang Bie... he must be saying that because he didn't have enough money. He's actually saving face and doesn't want to admit that he invested too little.

This guy...

The young lady's lips curled up slightly—he's doing quite well.

"???"

Fang Bie was completely puzzled. What was this girl grinning about?

The reason he doesn't use these people is simple: what if you guys improve the quality of the movie?

Wouldn't that mean we should embarrass Lao Su on the spot?

I don't want a "brain splatter warning".

Liu Mang flicked his cigarette ash into the ashtray: "So, what kind of person do you want?"

Fang Bie took a deep drag, then stubbed out his cigarette in the ashtray: "Are there... more amateur players?"

Liu Mang's eye twitched slightly: "Yes, there is, but are you sure?"

"I'm sure." Fang waved his hand. "Anyway, go and find the person first."

"Okay, I'll go first, and I'll get it done by the day after tomorrow at the latest."

Liu Mang got up and left.

Fang Bie also got up and left.

Su Mulin stood up: "Where are you going?"

"We need to find actors, otherwise how can we act?"

"oh......"

The young lady wanted to help, but she was just a musical genius and didn't know how to make movies.

Anyway, it's fine to leave everything to Fang Bie; she just needs to take care of Fang Bie's health.

What would you like to eat for lunch? I'll make it for you.

Fang Bie rubbed her head: "Keep it simple. Just make steamed sea bass, Mapo tofu, braised pork ribs, and a tomato and egg drop soup to warm your stomach."

The young lady's eyes widened.

How is this simple?

But this is the only thing she can do now.

"Okay! I'll go buy groceries!"

............

Twenty minutes later.

Downstairs, the shop next door—

"What a coincidence," Fang Bie said, sitting at the shop entrance, smoking and scratching the soles of his feet.

He came wearing beach shorts and flip-flops.

Young Yoshikage Kira, the blond-haired man, gave a wry smile: "Director Fang, what brings you here?"

If someone blocks the doorway, who would dare to come in and do business?

You should know that most of the people who come to get their nails done are women.

Anyone who sees a man sitting with his legs crossed, a cigarette dangling from his lips, and scratching the soles of his feet, smiling and saying to you, "Hey~ you're here, little sister."

She would turn around and leave immediately.

Fang offered Kira Yoshikage a cigarette, but it was pushed back.

"I don't smoke, thank you."

Fang Bie shoved the cigarette back into his hand, casually exhaling a puff of smoke. "Kira-kun, do you still have plans to act? Or are you just going to stay a nail salon owner for a few years, then slink back to Japan?"

Yoshikage Kira sighed, "Of course I want to act, but besides playing Japanese soldiers or officers, I really don't know what else I can play."

As mentioned before, he has offended people in the industry.

Now, he can't even play Japanese soldiers anymore.

"What a coincidence, I have a role here, would you like to take it?"

Yoshikage Kira was taken aback: "Director Fang, didn't you say there was no script, insufficient budget, and no actors available?"

"Now we have it all." Fang Bie leisurely took a puff of his cigarette, then slowly exhaled it through his nostrils. "And it's a movie, not a TV series. The investment isn't huge, but it's still a few million. You'll play the final villain, and you'll have a pretty substantial role. If you're willing to come."

Yoshikage Kira was clearly tempted.

After hesitating for a while, he asked, "Director Fang, what are you filming?"

Fang Bie calmly replied: "It's a war film."

Yoshikage Kira looked distressed: "Is he going to have to play a Japanese soldier again...?"

"No," Fang Bie smiled slightly, "you're playing a traitor."

"..."