How did I become famous?

Chapter 182 Exclusive Hollywood (Seeking monthly votes and subscriptions!)

"Old Fang, what exactly were you two doing those few days?"

"We didn't do anything, just had a normal chat and talked."

"You went to the beach with a stunningly beautiful woman, and all you did was chat and have heart-to-heart talks?"

"What else? I may lust after someone's body, but I'm not despicable!"

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Seven or eight days had passed since the trip to Hawaii. A day ago, everyone packed their things, and Fang Bie took Liu Mang, Wu Kai, Nie Fang, and a few others to the United States.

The young lady went straight back to her home country to attend classes.

They both sensed something had changed, but neither of them elaborated.

At least now, not only does the young lady greet him morning, noon, and night, but Fang Bie has also started doing the same thing.

"Oh, is the young lady's skin smooth and delicate?"

"It's quite delicate, and white too." Fang Bie suddenly realized, "What's it to you!"

"..." Liu Mang understood. "I get it."

"What do you know?"

Liu Mang didn't say anything.

Anyway, he understood.

Wu Kai blew on his hands, "Stop talking, it's still a bit chilly coming all the way from Hawaii to Los Angeles. Lao Fang, where are we going?"

"I got the contact information for the heads of the eight universities from Tom. Let's talk to one of them," Fang said, pulling out his phone. "Who speaks good English?"

"..." Wu Kai sighed, "I'll do it."

Half an hour later, outside a Starbucks.

"Okay, no problem. Hope we can work together again sometime. Thank you." (in English)

After hanging up the phone, Wu Kai's face was very grim.

Liu Mang's expression was equally grim: "Not a single one is willing?"

Wu Kai pursed his lips: "Yeah, not a single one was willing to even meet and talk. However, five companies expressed great interest in the production team, but I turned them down."

Fang Bie laughed and said, "So the Oscars and Venice awards do have some use after all."

"Old Fang! What kind of time is this to be joking?" Liu Mang said impatiently, "What are we filming if no one's around?"

"We'll figure something out," Fang Bie shrugged. "A living person can't be killed by holding their pee, can they?"

Even so, he really didn't have any solutions for the time being.

In fact, Hollywood is more xenophobic than other places.

It's hard to say the specifics, but those who know, know.

Especially since Fang is an Asian, and an Asian who isn't very famous in Hollywood.

"Father of Superheroes"?

What does that even mean?

In their view, Fang Bie was able to get into the Oscars not because he was awesome, but because his team was awesome!

Otherwise, why did Fang Bie's team win the award instead of Fang Bie himself?

"Hey bro!" A rap-like male voice suddenly came from behind, "Didn't expect to see you here!"

Fang turned around, saw the person, and smiled: "Yes, brother, long time no see."

He has a solution!

Columbia's headquarters.

Jamie, the head of the marketing department, was chatting with Tom.

"Jamie, I heard Fang contacted you?"

"Fang? Who's that?"

"The director and screenwriter of 'Captain China'."

"I did look into that movie, so what?" Jamie grinned mischievously. "Are you worried I'd bring him to Columbia? No, no, no, why would I? An Asian, especially one who grew up in the East, does he really understand commercial films?"

"But he made 'Captain China' and 'Shadow of Light,' especially 'Shadow of Light,'" Tom said casually. "If he were from here, 'Shadow of Light' would be enough for him to win an award, no, at least a nomination."

Jamie crossed his legs and slowly cut his cigar with a cigar cutter: "That movie was indeed good, but there are many movies of that caliber. I admire his team more than him; that team is top-notch even in Hollywood."

Seeing Tom's lack of agreement, he laughed and said, "Alright, alright, I really don't know what magic that young man from the East has. I admit, his performance in China was good, but that's only in China. Two movies grossed 2.5 billion, which is only 400 to 500 million US dollars. And he didn't win any major awards, so I really don't know why you think so highly of him."

"We both understand the issue of awards," Tom said noncommittally. "Besides, he was a genius who pioneered a film genre, and he was only twenty-six years old, and even younger when he made those two films."

"There are many geniuses who create film genres, and some of them become masters, but not all of them." Jamie lit a cigar, squinted, and took a puff. "Besides, youth also means uncertainty. There are so many excellent directors in Hollywood; it's unlikely he'll get his turn. Moreover, the Screen Actors Guild won't even look at him. Where is he going to find actors? Does he think he can just pick any actor off the street and have them act in a good movie? This isn't China, where any amateur can act in a film."

Tom's furrowed brows relaxed: "Is this your idea, or yours?"

"Ours."

"Interesting. In the end, you're still worried that he might gain power. No," Tom sat up straight, "Actually, your goal is the same as mine. You just want to wait until he's powerless, then give him a hand and make him work for you."

Jamie smiled, not giving a direct answer: "A young genius means possibility. They might become just another face in the crowd, or they might soar above the clouds."

"But Hollywood can't go on smoothly all by itself. It's time for us to fight when he realizes that."

The "we" he mentioned clearly refers to the eight major film and television companies, including Columbia Pictures.

The practice of giving a slap followed by a sweet treat is not unique to Chinese people.

Fang Bie is an outsider, but in the future, it's not impossible for him to become one of us.

Tom leaned back: "I think you're going to fail."

"Oh? What do you mean?"

"Intuition, a man's sixth sense." Tom clenched his fist and propped his cheek up. "Fang is a man with magic. He made a film worth 1 billion RMB at the box office with only 7 million RMB. He's a man who can turn the impossible into the possible. Although it doesn't make much sense, that's what my sixth sense tells me."

Jamie laughed heartily: "Come on, Tom, a man's intuition is unreliable."

"Let's wait and see."

"Hey! Bro! What are you doing in America?"

Franklin was extremely surprised.

Today, he had simply taken a wrecked sports car to his company, Modify King, for repairs, as usual.

After delivering the coffee, he planned to find a place to have a cup of coffee, but unexpectedly, he ran into Fang Bie here!

This was a brother he got along extremely well with.

And the other party is a director!

Unfortunately, it's been a long time since I've seen him since the Oscars.

"Yo, bro." Fang Bie gave him a fist bump, a high five, and a hug. "You're in Los Angeles?"

"Of course, of course!" Franklin gave him a light punch on the shoulder. "Fang, is there anything I can help you with? You seem to be in some trouble."

Fang shrugged and recounted how he'd been rejected by all eight major Hollywood studios: "I'm currently worried about what to do. Franklin, you used to be an actor, do you know anyone from the Screen Actors Guild?"

"Oh, bro. This isn't called an association here, it's called the Actors' Guild."

The Screen Actors Guild is essentially a union that opposes the Alliance of Film Producers.

They would make various demands on the union's actors, such as minimum wage standards, maximum working hours, number of meals per day, accommodation, clothing, and so on.

Why are they so awesome?

Because the actors are united in their strike!

In Fang Bie's previous life, the Hollywood Screen Actors Guild organized an actors' strike. If your film company doesn't have actors to make movies, won't you lose money?

Of course, this is actually a double loss.

However, there are conditions for joining the Screen Actors Guild.

For example, actors who have starred in films, TV series, or other works for which they have signed contracts with the union, and whose salaries must meet the minimum standards stipulated by the union.

There are several other methods.

Of course, the Screen Actors Guild and film studios are rivals, but also partners.

Therefore, all eight major film studios rejected Fang Bie and also consulted with the Actors Guild, so no one would act in his film.

Unless that person is not a member of the Screen Actors Guild.

For example, Franklin.

"Hey, bro! You're making a movie? In Hollywood?"

Fang Bie shrugged: "Not necessarily. If it really can't be filmed, I'll go back to China."

"No, no, no! You should try harder! There are still a lot of actors who haven't joined the Screen Actors Guild!" Franklin grabbed him, his dark face practically screaming, "Look at me!"

Fang Bie understood what he meant, of course, since Xiao Fu's expression was too easy to decipher.

"Bro, you mean you want to act in this?"

"certainly!"

"Aren't you afraid of offending the Screen Actors Guild and the GTV?"

"The movies I act in have nothing to do with them."

"..." Fang Bie scratched his face. "Excuse me, brother, what movies did you act in before?"

"I have some videotapes at home, wanna come over? I can show them to you." Franklin was a little embarrassed, "I'm just a little shy."

The film's director, who even made the Black men a little embarrassed, raised an eyebrow: "What kind of film is it?"

"The 18+ type. Like, black guys and white girls, you know what I mean."

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Fang didn't understand.

He even became interested.

No! He has absolutely no interest!

"Um, I want to shoot a proper movie, the G-rated kind."

G-Class is the mass-market class.

Suitable for all ages, with no inappropriate scenes, dialogue that is relatable to everyday life, and even little or no profanity.

Franklin nodded frantically: "Of course! Of course! I'd even do voice acting for children's cartoons!"

Fang was still hesitating.

He could sense that if Franklin were to star in the film, it would likely be heading straight for an R rating!

"Shit! Michael, Trevor, and Lamar will be so happy to know you're here!" Seeing Fang Bie hesitate any longer, Franklin grabbed him and tried to pull him into his Dodge Charger. "Come on, bro! I'll call them over right now!"

"Wait! Leave an address for my friends."

"FK! Of course, no problem!" Franklin casually pulled a notepad from his pocket, wrote down an address and phone number, and tossed it to Liu Mang and the others. Then he opened the car door, pushed Fang Bie inside, and then opened the driver's side door at lightning speed.

With a roar, the Dodge Charger sped away in Liu Mang's eyes!

Holding the note, Liu Mang muttered, "Has Lao Fang been kidnapped by Lao Hei?"

Wu Kai: "I feel that Lao Fang's movie this time will be very exciting."

The group looked at each other, bewildered in the wind.

Franklin is back!

Another exciting, wildly modified movie is coming!

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(End of this chapter)