How did I become famous?

Chapter 183 (Requesting~)

"FK! YOU! Michael! FK! YOU!"

"Damn it! Trevor! Put the gun down! I never expected them to be making a gay film!"

Fang Bie was stunned as soon as he entered the villa.

As expected of the two middle-aged men in the trio, they started pointing guns at each other the moment they met.

Does California allow carrying guns in public?

Oh, this is inside the villa.

"Hey! Hey! What are you two doing!" Xiao Fu grumbled as he walked over. "Is your midlife crisis about to begin again?"

Fang Bie was still completely bewildered, only thinking that Xiao Fu was rapping.

Then there were the Trevor and Michael brothers, whose sentences contained six F-words and eight S-words; I didn't understand anything else.

There was no way around it; when communicating with him, Xiao Fu only spoke broken Chinese.

"Oh! Another classic scene of middle-aged men pulling out guns and shooting at each other? I'm not participating." Another rapper walked into the villa with a dog.

Franklin greeted him: "Hey, Nigel! Hey, Cha!"

"YO! Nigel!"

The man who arrived was none other than Lamar Davis, a tall, thin, black rapper.

And his dog, Little Cha.

"YO! Fang!" Lamar saw Fang and immediately gave him a bear hug. "Hey! Welcome to Los Angeles, bro!"

Fang Bie looked completely bewildered, only managing to understand the gist of it: "Thanks, thanks."

Once everyone had quieted down, Xiao Fu spoke up: "Fang is coming to Hollywood to make a movie, but he's still short of investment and actors, so I wanted to ask if you're interested (in English)."

"FK! A movie? Fang is really going to make a movie?" Michael was the first to get restless.

Actually, he was one of the more rational ones among the four.

But he has a weakness.

Or perhaps he has a hobby.

He loves movies, he really loves them!

He'd do anything as long as he could get involved!

But his acting skills are mediocre, and he wants to be an investor and producer, but no one is willing to take him on, so he has no choice.

Moreover, after the last Oscars, he went to see Fang Bie's "Captain China" and "Shadow of Light".

And then he fell in love with those two movies!

Especially "The Shadow of Light"!

He saw a reflection of himself in that policeman.

He used to be a policeman, and then he was sent undercover.

As a result, he remained undercover until he became the leader of that gang, but he never received a mission!

His boss was killed in a shooting!

It was only a few years ago that he successfully contacted the organization to retire and stop working.

Making movies is his dream!

And his favorite director right now is Fang Bie!

What kind of movie is Fang going to make?

"I don't know," Xiao Fu shrugged. "But I've heard that he originally went to the Big Eight cinemas, but he was ostracized. The Actors Guild also isn't planning to take him on. So I think this is our opportunity."

"Then what are we waiting for! Agree first!" Michael said impatiently.

Fang was completely dumbfounded.

What are they babbling about?

"Xiao Fu, what are you talking about?"

"Oh, Michael said he needs to think about it first, because the movie he wants to make might not be suitable for a G rating."

"Well, let's keep it that way."

"Have a drink first, Fang! I have some good wine here!"

"Can"

"Come on! Cheers!"

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Twenty minutes later, when Liu Mang and Wu Kai arrived, they were greeted by Fang Bie, who was already quite drunk with Franklin and the others.

Fang Bie: "Hollywood is a bunch of idiots! Arrogant! Who do they think they are? A bunch of people who claim to be righteous and correct, but secretly engage in immoral and dissolute behavior!" (in Chinese)

Franklin: "He said he looked down on those pretentious people in Hollywood. He was pursuing the essence of film, not just making money."

Michael: "Shit! No wonder he's my favorite director! Fang is truly unique! Not only do I have to be involved in every movie he makes!"

Franklin: "Fang, Michael said he admires you, and he also thinks Hollywood is a bunch of crap. But he thinks G-rated movies are still unreliable; he believes the worst they can be is PG-13, otherwise a lot of things can't be made. And now most Hollywood movies are PG or PG-13 rated."

Trevor: "What's the point of those sissy movies? If you're going to make movies, make explosions! Car chases! Bank robberies! Gunfights! That's what men's movies are all about!"

Franklin: "Fang, Trevor said he's already doing voice acting for animated cartoons, so being an actor shouldn't be a problem. Besides, we have connections; we can find all sorts of cars, including supercars, trucks, even trains and airplanes. And they can all be used for free."

Fang Bie was taken aback and blurted out, "Really?"

They'd be doing themselves a disservice if they didn't make Fast & Furious and GTA5!

He was also a little drunk.

It has to be said that capitalist whiskey really does have a strong aftereffect.

And these guys drink whiskey without any soda water or ice.

Actually, does Fang Bie feel any displeasure?

Of course he does!

Although he is very self-aware and admires Hollywood.

But he was really annoyed by the tone of those people.

Forget about looking at him with disdain; he couldn't even manage to meet him.

He's not a sculpture; he's a human being. How could he not have emotions?

He just concealed it well.

But now that he's drunk, he doesn't care about anything else!

Are you messing with me?

I never intended to work in Hollywood anyway! And since the Los Santos trio is here, I'm going to make a movie that's completely anti-correct!

You guys want to make a superhero movie? Well, I'll make an anti-hero movie myself!

"Xiao Fu, are you guys interested in joining in?"

Franklin was taken aback, then slapped Fang on the shoulder: "Of course! Fang! Damn it! I've been waiting for you to say that, brother!"

He then said to Michael and the others, "Hey guys! Fang invited us to participate in his movie!"

"Nice! So how much are we prepared to invest?" Michael was the most enthusiastic. "I just did the math, and the maximum amount of cash I can come up with right now is ten million dollars."

Trevor said, "My clubs can also come up with around eight million, and Trevor Phillips also needs funds to operate."

Franklin shrugged: "I can come up with five million; the rest is invested. And I recently invested in a golf course, so I don't have that much cash on hand right now."

He turned around and said, "Nigger, what about you?"

Rama took a swig of his drink: "Three million, but I know a big shot who might be interested."

"Oh? Who?"

"The head of the IRS (Irresponsible Revenue Service)."

"Okay, let's go see him tomorrow!"

"Fang," Franklin said with a smile, "We know a big shot who can invest. Want to go meet him tomorrow?"

Fang nodded as he poured himself a drink: "Of course there's no problem, brother!"

Liu Mang and the others were completely dumbfounded.

"Skinny monkey, what are they saying?"

Wu Kai scratched his head: "Um, I guess we secured investment and found actors?"

Are these people reliable?

What did he just hear? IRS?

How could these people possibly have any connection with that kind of place?

And this sentence has at least six FKs and eight STs, is that really okay?

I bet it'll be an R-rated film! R-rated films can't be imported to China.

Wu Kai felt increasingly unreliable.

Unfortunately, things didn't go according to his will.

The next morning, they were left at Franklin's villa in Beverly Hills, while Franklin and the others took Fang Bie to Trevor's Cough Cough Club.

In the backstage private room, a middle-aged or elderly white man was already waiting there.

"Hey! Jordan, how's it going?" Lamar went up and gave him a bear hug.

This Jordan is a high-ranking official in the IRS.

Why would an old white man know Rama, this young black rapper?

Because Lamar was actually adopted by a white family, and Jordan was his adoptive father's brother.

"Of course, of course. Lamar, I'm relieved to see you haven't died in a street shootout or at the hands of the police," Jordan sighed. "You know little George from next door, right? That good young black guy, he even got accepted into a law firm. But the other night, he was resting at home when a drunk female police officer came home from get off work, went to the wrong house, and started kicking the door wildly. He went to open the door, but she just shot him dead. Later they even said it was an accident, poor little George."

Rama's eyes widened: "Shit! Have these guys gone mad?!"

"Let's not talk about that." Jordan shook his head, then looked at Fang Bie and the others. "Is this the young director you were talking about?"

"Yes, Uncle, this is Fang, my brother." Lama pulled Fang over and introduced him, "He's the director of 'Captain China' and 'Shadow of Light.' You've seen both of those movies. The Screen Actors Guild and the Producers Union are ostracizing him, so I wanted to ask you if you have any thoughts on this, Uncle."

Jordan fell into deep thought.

IRS has indeed recently made some comments regarding publicity.

The places that start with F and C are quite arrogant now, as are the actors and film companies.

Behind them stand large corporations, and what that group of people likes to do most is charity.

Because, except for a small portion, the rest of the money donated to charity can be transferred to heirs without being taxed.

This is also why many of the super-rich people here like to donate all their wealth to charities.

After all, those charities are run by themselves.

He transferred money from one hand to the other, earning a good reputation while paying less tax.

Furthermore, their news media outlets have extensively portrayed the IRS as brutal and terrifying.

This is something the IRS cannot tolerate!

They urgently need a publicity team to do their work.

But Hollywood is controlled by those capitalists, and there's nothing he can do about it.

It's like I was just missing a pillow and here it is!

Then his eyes gleamed as he looked at Fang Bie as if he were looking at collected taxes: "Franklin, ask this Fang if he's interested, or rather, dares to make a movie that criticizes the rich, criticizes the government, and criticizes Hollywood."

Xiao Fu nodded, and the other person said, "Fang, Mr. Jordan thinks highly of you, and he's very interested in investing in your movie. However, he needs a little help."

Fang Bie understood immediately: "Xiao Fu, tell me, are you going to call the IRS out?"

Since he was just messing around anyway, he might as well just give up and act recklessly!

He'll be happy as long as Hollywood is unhappy!

"No, no, no, it's not about giving up. Well, or rather, I didn't say 'give up,' it's just," Franklin blinked, "that Mr. Jordan needs you to give up other things. Like 'W,' like 'F,' like 'C.'"

Fang Bie decisively replied, "Of course, as long as the safety of myself and my companions is guaranteed, none of these issues are a problem. So how much do you plan to invest? Ten million US dollars?"

Franklin turned to Jordan and said, "Mr. Jordan, Fang said it's no problem, but he needs a film investment of thirty million dollars."

They actually prepared 20 million, plus the IRS's 30 million, which would make a total of 50 million.

"Thirty million? No! I'll invest one hundred million in Fang!" Jordan said calmly, "If you trust someone, you have to trust them completely. I believe Fang is a good director, so I trust him."

"However, I need to go back and submit an application for this 100 million dollars. But don't worry, it will be done in two days at the latest, and it will definitely not be less than 100 million dollars!"

"Okay! It's a deal then!"

Franklin patted Fang on the shoulder: "Fang! Get the script ready! Let's go all out!"

I'm going to start writing a new chapter; there should be a second chapter today.

(End of this chapter)