How did I become famous?

Chapter 162 Let's Learn Rap (5000-word chapter, please vote!)

Xu Qian wandered around for seven days, looking for work everywhere, but all the companies that had wanted to recruit him declined his offer.

He knew that it wasn't that they were afraid of the company behind him, but rather that they felt they had no value.

Xu Qian didn't resent anything; he just felt that he lacked an opportunity to prove himself.

Unfortunately, no company in the industry will give a failed product a chance.

This young talent has been nurtured for a year, and just when he's about to make money, you let me down?

Who could stand this?!

All the resources the company invested in the early stages are now wasted!

Who did he offend? Fang Bie!

Who is Fang Bie? Fang Bie is a big name highly praised by two superstars, Ye Lun and Lin Qingjie!

What's the meaning behind those two posting on Weibo? Are they really supporting Su Mulin?

How is that possible!

They're taking sides!

Moreover, they heard some news that the capital behind Fang Bie seems to be planning to make a move.

So, Xu Qian, how do you make a living?

Sing!

Even young male celebrities have their own development priorities.

Although they all do a variety of things, there are differences between singing, acting, variety shows, and simply selling your looks.

And your focus, Xu Qian, is singing.

Who would dare risk offending three bigwigs and potentially attracting large capital to take you, Xu Qian?

Moreover, if you can make money, that's fine; it doesn't matter if you offend people for money.

But not only are you not making money, you're actually losing money!

Nobody can withstand this!

And so Xu Qian met his tragic end.

No company wanted him, and no one needed him.

Go singing? He's wasted a whole year, where else could he go?

Moreover, he was too ashamed to go back.

Two years ago, he went to Beijing with his dreams and became a struggling singer.

Later, he met a group of like-minded people and formed a band.

Although it doesn't make money, everyone only spends about 100 or 200 yuan a night when they're working at different venues.

But he was really happy back then, at least he was doing what he loved.

He likes to sing and he also writes songs.

But later, he was scouted by the company because of his appearance.

He abandoned the band, accepted the company's terms, and transformed into a young idol who was not proficient in singing, dancing, or rapping.

He originally had rap talent, but for the company, he was just a persona for packaging.

The real money-making scams are still done through web series, TV dramas, and movies.

But a year later, just as he was about to take advantage of the high popularity of his new album to accept a film contract and start making money for the company, misfortune struck.

Although he brought it on himself.

He never complained about anyone; everything was his own choice.

Even if we find our original ideal now, what good will it do?

Sing?

He became addicted to the dazzling and glamorous world of the entertainment industry, frequenting bars, drinking, and smoking. His voice was no longer as good as it had been a year ago.

Moreover, even if he was just a lead singer in a small underground band a year ago, apart from doing gigs in bars, did he really have the ability to debut?

But he had no job and no savings, and his room lease expired in seven days.

After spending the night in the park, he even decided to try going back to the rich woman who had previously wanted to keep him.

But the rich woman was attracted to his youthful appearance and good looks.

But now he looks haggard and has lost his status as a popular celebrity; the wealthy woman has completely lost interest in him.

In desperation, he chose to take a desperate gamble.

After all, there were men who wanted to keep him as a sugar daddy back then.

But at the last moment, he chickened out.

So his last lifeline was the business card that his former agent, Brother Wang, had given him.

Actually, he just gave up on himself.

He chose to work as a construction worker because he didn't want to be recognized.

After all, middle-aged people who work hard on construction sites don't have the time or interest to chase after young, handsome men.

In his previous life, Fang Bie was a middle-aged man who mistook a three-character name for a four-character name.

So apart from the foreman, nobody here knew who he was. All they knew was that he was a handsome, fair-skinned young man who couldn't carry more than a few bricks at a time.

Everyone initially thought he wouldn't last long.

But after more than half a month, he got tanned and became thinner than before.

Although I can still barely finish my work each day, it's much better than when I first started.

So when Fang Bie stood in front of him, he didn't recognize that this dark-skinned, thin young man was the fair-skinned, handsome Xu Qian who had appeared on Weibo.

Looking at Fang Bie standing in front of him, holding two bottles of iced cola covered in frost, Xu Qian lowered the brim of his helmet.

Fang Bie didn't know him, but he knew Fang Bie.

Although this Fang Bie is different from the handsome Fang Bie in the photo with a white suit and slicked-back hair.

But his scruffy beard, his lifeless eyes, and the flip-flops on his feet all betrayed his identity.

A person's inherent temperament is something that can't be hidden.

Fang Bie looked at the young man whose eyes were darting around, scratched his cheek, and asked, "You know me?"

Xu Qian nodded slightly.

Fang looked up at the sun, then saw that he had downed more than half a bottle of cola, and then burped.

He then lit a Hongtashan cigarette and asked, "Do I know you?"

Xu Qian shook his head.

But why does this young man look so familiar? Could he be a friend I knew from the parallel world before I transmigrated?

Fang Bie exhaled a smoke ring: "Have we met before?"

Xu Qian shook his head again.

Don't get the hint here.

This young man turned out to be one of my fans!

If he looks familiar, it's probably because we clicked?

Fang spread his hands: "Can I borrow your phone?"

Xu Qian was taken aback. He wiped his dusty hands on his pants, then took out his phone, which he couldn't bear to drop, from his pocket and handed it over.

He didn't know what the other party wanted to do.

Fang Bie opened the camera, turned on the front camera, and then, ignoring the dust on Xu Qian's body, put his left arm around Xu Qian's shoulder.

Then he raised the camera with his right hand at a 45-degree angle and gave a bright "fake smile".

click-

And just like that, a photo of the two of them was taken.

"Here you go." Fang handed the phone back to him. "Don't be shy about taking a photo with me. I'm not some big star, I'm not pretentious."

He took out a Hongtashan cigarette, then thought for a moment and put it back. He then took out the Huanghelou cigarette he had brought for Liu Mang, opened it, took out a cigarette, and handed it to him: "Want a smoke?"

Xu Qian didn't dare to refuse, so he nodded, then used his middle and ring fingers to hold the cigarette and light it, with his smoking hand just covering his nose with his index and middle fingers.

"Um?"

Fang raised an eyebrow.

He felt like he'd seen that smoking posture somewhere before.

Where did he see such a unique smoking posture that left such a deep impression on him?

I think I saw a news article on Weibo a while ago when I was browsing girls, saying that some young male celebrity went to bars and smoked?

The way the young man in the accompanying photo is smoking looks just like this guy's.

What was that young heartthrob's name again?

Fang Bie took a couple of puffs of his cigarette, then suddenly widened his eyes: "You're Xu Qian?"

Holy crap? No way!

Why give up being a handsome young man who can easily make money and instead come to work as a construction worker?

Are all young male celebrities these days so unconventional?

Or is it just another publicity stunt?

Fang looked around but didn't see any cameras or staff.

Xu Qian panicked at this moment, shaking his head and waving his hands, "I'm not! I'm not Xu Qian!"

"Xu Qian! What are you standing there for! Get to work!"

Xu Qian: "."

Fang laughed: "You still say you're not Xu Qian? What are you doing here? I just happened to be here."

"I'm not Xu Qian." Xu Qian turned and ran. "The foreman called me to move bricks. Goodbye, Teacher Fang."

Watching his panicked escape, Fang Bie stroked his chin and smiled. His smile was hard to describe: "Even though you're handsome, tanned, and muscular now, you still run around looking so dashing. You still dare to say you're not Xu Qian?"

I originally wanted to tell him something, but today doesn't seem like the right time.

He stubbed out his cigarette on the trash can and turned to leave.

October 18, 2020, Thursday, sunny, temperature 10 degrees Celsius.

Xu Qian wiped the sweat from his forehead, looked at the supermarket across from the construction site, and licked his chapped lips.

He felt the bricks were unusually hot to the touch today. A breeze brushed against his face, and he felt lost and helpless.

The chilled beer from the shop across the street remains a dream he dares not even dare to hope for.

The rich woman didn't show up, and he was about to give up.

But the reason he couldn't hold on wasn't because of the rich woman, but because he was squatting at the supermarket entrance staring intently at his own two figures, one thin and one fat.

Xu Qian recognized both of them.

One is Fang Bie, and the other is Liu Mang.

That's not the worst part. The worst part is that when they see you looking over, they'll pull out an ice-cold beer and gulp it down, and then they'll burp afterward!

Xu Qian felt he was having a really tough time.

Xu Qian knew that his identity had been exposed.

This is the other party retaliating against you.

He took revenge on himself by riding the wave of popularity and making Su Mulin a target to smear.

The absence of reporters suggests that the other party did not intend to hire paparazzi to interview and expose them, indicating that they still have a bottom line.

Unfortunately, Fang Bie may have a bottom line, although it is very low, but he does have one.

But Liu Mang is a player with absolutely no bottom line.

A reporter? He did suggest finding a reporter to expose it, but Fang refused.

The reason given was that they had no money.

Moreover, Fang told him that he wanted to recruit Xu Qian into the company and train him to become an original rapper.

Fang Bie, out of boredom, went through all of Xu Qian's past songs and also looked into his past experiences.

He thought the kid had some talent.

At least the one or two repeated lyrics in the song were shouted with a good rhythm.

Actually, Fang Bie sympathized with Xu Qian.

What skills does this kid have? Of course, he doesn't.

Otherwise, why would he only be able to sing in bars in the past?

And it went undiscovered for more than half a year?

Didn't he eventually become famous and then transform into a young heartthrob?

But Fang Bie just felt sorry for him.

Because Fang Bie knew that this young man was the stepping stone for Su Mulin's album to take off, one of the countless bones under Su Mulin's feet, and even a victim of Su's second brother's knife.

He didn't comment on Su Erge's self-deprecating hype, because he had done the same thing to Kai Zi Ge before when filming "Captain China".

If they can help Kai, why can't they help Xu Qian?

After all, it was one of his own people who betrayed him.

As for his skill level, it doesn't really matter. At worst, he can work as a gofer for the film crew, which is better than carrying bricks on a construction site.

Although running errands on a film set might earn you far less than carrying bricks on a construction site.

Liu Mang raised an eyebrow: "You really intend to take him? This guy and his company are causing trouble for that 'Black Lady' guy; he's clearly a bad person. Lao Fang, I don't think it's a good idea."

"You said it yourself, it was the company that caused this trouble," Fang Bie explained, a cigarette dangling from his lips. "He's just a nobody, do you think he could pull off something like this? It's obvious his company was behind it all."

Sigh, Su Erge is Xiao Lin's biological brother. As the saying goes, family scandals shouldn't be aired in public, so it's really not easy to tell Liu Mang the truth about this.

Although this "fact" was something Fang Bie had made up in his own mind.

But he felt that his own interpretation was reasonable, well-founded, and convincing.

If it weren't for Su Erge's mischief, with his sister-obsessed personality and Su Laodi's daughter-obsessed personality, how could Xu Qian's previous company not have gone down in trouble?

Therefore, there is only one truth to the matter!

All of this was a reverse propaganda campaign orchestrated by Su Erge himself!

Clearly, his reverse marketing strategy was also successful!

The only unlucky one was the innocent Xu Qian.

Therefore, Fang Bie sympathizes with him.

I not only sympathize with them, but I also admire them.

"Fatty, who's more handsome, me or Xu Qian?"

"You are more talented than him."

"I understand what you mean." Fang Bie ignored Liu Mang's answer and pointed to Xu Qian across from him. "Do you think any rich women want to keep him as a mistress?"

Liu Mang nodded: "Of course there are, and there are a lot of them."

"That's it. He'd rather get tanned by the sun and wind to work on a construction site than submit to the tyranny of a rich woman. Do you really think he's a vain young man?" Fang Bie patted Liu Mang on the shoulder. "I believe he's a man with dreams, but he just went astray against his will."

And he didn't do anything wrong, right? He didn't do anything like this or that. He's just plain bad, which makes his popularity seem mismatched with his skill level, so that's why we don't like him.

Liu Mang had actually been persuaded, especially with Wu Kai as a cautionary tale, he felt that Fang Bie's words made a lot of sense.

But he still stubbornly insisted, "How do you know he has dreams? Maybe it's just that his health isn't good enough?"

Fang Bie chuckled: "Why don't you try it and see?"

After saying that, he got up and walked towards Xu Qian, with Liu Mang following behind him.

Xu Qian was taking a break when he saw the two thugs in floral shirts, baggy shorts, and flip-flops sauntering over. He felt a sudden, inexplicable panic.

What are they trying to do?

Could it be that I absolutely will not yield?

Upon approaching, Liu Mang scrutinized Xu Qian several times, looking him up and down: "Old Fang, are you sure you want this kind of scum?"

This kind of stuff? Could they really be...?

Xu Qian looked terrified and trembled.

"What do you want to do?"

Fang waved his hand and gave him a warm, spring-like smile: "Little Xu, let me ask you a question."

He put his hand on Xu Qian's shoulder to stop him from running away: "Do you have a dream?"

Xu Qian was taken aback. What did he mean?

"I"

His voice suddenly became hoarse, perhaps because there was no ice-cold beer to soothe his throat; in any case, he couldn't bring himself to say it.

"No rush, take your time." Fang Bie lit a cigarette and put it in his mouth. "Have a smoke to calm yourself down, then tell me what your dream is."

Xu Qian took a deep breath, letting the scalding nicotine fill his lungs.

He felt the spiciness and the burning sensation in his chest.

After a long pause, he exhaled a puff of smoke, his voice hoarse: "Teacher Fang, I...I want to sing."

"Speak louder."

"I want to sing! My dream is to become a singer-songwriter!"

"Very good." Fang Bie straightened the collar of his dirty work clothes. "Do you like rap?"

"like!"

"If you like it, that's good."

Just as Xu Qian was about to speak, he suddenly saw Foreman Wang, who had rushed over after hearing the commotion—this was the foreman that his agent, Brother Wang, had been working with, and also the only person on the construction site who knew Xu Qian's identity.

"Xu Qian! What are you dawdling for? Don't you know your break time is over? I thought you were some young heartthrob! Tell me, what can you do? You can't sing! You can't dance! You can't even carry bricks!" The aggressive foreman Wang walked up and was about to continue yelling when a man blocked his way.

He looked up slightly; it was a man with a cigarette dangling from his lips.

His stubble was so thick, and his eyes were so lifeless.

But none of this could stop Foreman Wang's attitude from changing.

"Director Fang? You're Director Fang?!" Foreman Wang wanted to shake hands with Director Fang, but fearing he'd be disgusted by his dirty hands, he wiped them on his leg. Still unsure where to put his hands, he hesitated. "Director Fang! My son is a huge fan of your movies! He's always been disobedient! But after watching your 'Captain China,' he suddenly said he wanted to serve his country! So I sent him to join the army! He called back last month, sounding much more composed! I really don't know how to thank you enough!"

Fang Bie noticed his unease and, completely unconcerned about his dark hands, grabbed one of his. "It's just a tiny, insignificant task, don't worry about it. Can I borrow your phone?"

"Of course! Of course!" Seeing that he didn't mind his dirty and messy appearance, Foreman Wang excitedly handed over his phone.

Fang Bie opened the camera, switched to selfie mode, raised his arm at a 45-degree angle, and took a selfie with Foreman Wang: "This is for your son. I'm taking Xiao Xu with me. This young man is actually quite talented. Trust me."

Foreman Wang took the phone, nodding excitedly, "Of course! I always thought his previous company had no vision! They almost ruined such a promising talent! I knew it! How could such a hardworking young man be a pretty boy? It's all that company's fault!"

"Hmm." Fang Bie nodded with a smile, then beckoned Xu Qian over. "Little Xu, can you rap?"

Xu Qian walked over and said, "Yes, I have. I even wrote a melody myself."

"Come on, give us a performance," Fang said with a smile. "Don't be nervous."

"Um!"

Xu Qian took a deep breath, then raised his hand as a microphone to his mouth, and sang while twisting his body: "Dongci da ci! Dong dongci da ci! Dudu! Yiha! Dulu lulu lulu pengci ka! Dong dong!"

After the performance, he smiled sheepishly: "That's roughly the feeling."

Foreman Wang: "."

Liu Mang: "."

clap clap-

Fang Bie clapped his hands: "That's right, that's the feeling. You've passed."

After saying that, he took out a business card and handed it to Xu Qian: "This is a talent agency owned by a friend of mine. Why don't you try your luck?"

I thought you sang badly, but I didn't expect you to sing this badly!

Brother Su, you should take responsibility for your own actions. You're responsible for the mess you made. I, Fang, can't handle this kid.

Liu Mang: "."

Xu Qian: "."

I'm going to sleep now! There will be at least one more chapter this afternoon or evening! Maybe two!

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