How did I become famous?

Chapter 191 Filming Completed

Clang!

boom--!

Clang—!

Fang Bie's eyes twitched incessantly.

After a moment, he scratched his face and said, "Isn't this going a bit too far?"

Although the budget was ample this time, the fact that you guys ransacked this Oscars venue is bound to result in significant financial losses.

And are those people in Hollywood really willing to do it?

However, it must be said that the middle-aged men in suits who were knocked down by the "mercenaries" and knelt on the ground with their hands covering their heads were really good extras.

Watching Michael and the others smash things up, their twitching eyes and pained expressions made it seem so real.

Anyone who didn't know better would think they were connected to the Dolby Theatre.

"Xiao Fu, is it really okay for us to damage these props like this while filming?"

Franklin found it strange: "Fang, this was filmed strictly according to the storyboard in your script, could there be a problem?"

Fang chuckled sarcastically.

He was just venting his frustration, which is why he drew this storyboard.

And he was planning to smash the entire set! Who the hell knew you guys would bring the real Dolby Theatre and start smashing it up!

"These are all minor issues." Franklin flashed a bright white smile that could make toothpaste give up. "Everything is under control."

Completely under control? Under whose control?

Fang Bie didn't care anymore. Anyway, if you guys were acting nonsense, I'd just film nonsense too.

As filming continued, the heads of the publicity departments of the Eight Great Film Studios gathered together once again.

Jamie's face darkened: "I sent people to investigate, and that Asian man is that young man named Fang."

No one spoke.

They didn't dislike Fang Bie in the past; they just wanted to give him a warning.

As the saying goes, it's either looking down on someone or a form of implicit discrimination.

But not long ago, Fang Bie grabbed them by the collar of their suits and slapped them across the face repeatedly!

That's right! It was that day!

That damn Asian guy treated them like extras! He even gave each of them a twenty-dollar bill, saying it was a personal tip for their hard work!

They even came up with some kind of boxed lunch, claiming it was a special meal for the extras and background actors?

These big shots who frequent Michelin two-star or higher restaurants every day, are they really being fed boxed lunches?

If it weren't for the cold, hard barrel of the IRS gun behind their heads, they would have already snorted and stormed off!

They'll remember this humiliation!

"What should we do? It's now confirmed that the Asian guy has gotten the IRS's backing to make a movie. What should we do?"

Jamie rested his chin on his interlaced fingers: "Mobilize the media to smear him. At the same time, increase the publicity for Tom Smith's movie. When their movie comes out, don't give that yellow-skinned guy's movie any screenings, and give it low scores on all the major rating websites and media outlets."

"Are you really going to go this far?"

"He's going to be this ruthless! Didn't you feel his malice? Someone as vindictive as him, if he succeeds, do you think he'll let us off the hook?"

How dare he see his own group and say he doesn't recognize them?

Who in Hollywood doesn't know themselves?

That guy even pretended to treat us like extras, chatting with us, and he even forced us to eat those garbage boxed lunches!

He even forced everyone to watch as his people vandalized the Dolby Theatre!

If this person isn't petty and vindictive, then why would they do this?

Don't you really recognize yourself?

Stop bullshitting!

Even if he doesn't recognize himself, it's impossible for no one in the group around him to recognize him!

Therefore, there is only one truth to the matter!

That means the other party deliberately embarrassed themselves!

Thus, an undercurrent gradually spread in Hollywood.

Nearly two months later—

"FK YOU! FIB!"

"FK YOU! CAA!"

"And also, FK YOU! Hollywood!"

"Cut! That's it!"

As the sun sets, watching the luxurious classic car worth hundreds of thousands of dollars being pushed off the cliff and then exploding, Fang Bie announces that filming is over!

They're all violent maniacs!

The cost of the cars alone for a single high-octane car chase scene is enormous!

When people make movies like this, they're either sponsored by car companies or they use nearly scrapped secondhand cars.

Franklin and his group, on the other hand, all used brand new cars!

Wouldn't it be better to give me this money?

Don't even doubt whether they are doing some kind of shady business of reselling vehicles and making a profit from the price difference!

Since they're smuggled cars, and they can't be sold, they're just brought here to be used as props in filming and scrapped. Then they can apply to the production crew for funding to treat them as new or used cars.

But considering the reputation of the Los Santos trio in their past life, and then considering the subtle clues they've revealed in this world...

Fang Bie thought it best to keep quiet.

Anyway, it's not my own money I'm spending.

It would be a waste not to spend all of the investors' money.

And this is taxpayers' money, as you can see, sister!

They're using their taxpayers' money to make movies about Hollywood and the FBI/CIA!

That was awesome!

Franklin announced loudly, "Tonight, XXX Club is hosting everyone! Everything is on us! Enjoy yourselves!"

"Oh!"

The staff present were all smiles.

This includes many people in the IRS.

Liu Mang couldn't help but exclaim, "Capitalist society certainly has things worth learning from!"

But Fang didn't go.

Because the young lady will be getting out of school soon, and he wanted to video chat with her.

Two days later, New Zealand—

"Card!"

Tom clapped his hands: "This round is over, everyone take a break, the next round is in twenty minutes!"

The Hollywood stars finally breathed a sigh of relief, then went about their business, some smoking, some resting, some reading scripts, and some touching up their makeup.

Working under the "Hollywood tyrant" is incredibly stressful.

Even Lisa Aaron, now known as "Hollywood's leading lady," was brought to tears by Tom's scolding several times.

Not to mention the others.

Just then, Tom's assistant came over with a phone: "Tom, a gentleman from China just called you."

Tom paused for a moment, then picked up the phone and dialed.

The call was connected very quickly.

"Hey Tom? How have you been lately?"

"Fang," Tom smiled, "What brings you here? Perhaps you want to come work on my film set?"

It seems Fang finally gave in.

Tom was happy and welcomed him to join his team.

Fang Bie laughed and said, "Tom, you haven't been in Hollywood lately, have you? My movie has finished filming and started post-production. By the way, how's your movie progressing?"

Filming wrapped?

Tom paused for a moment, then asked, "I had people filming on location in New Zealand. You've already got everything sorted out on your end? Who did you get to invest in?"

That doesn't make sense. All eight universities have rejected him. Who else can help him?

Fang laughed heartily: "That's what you call having many helpers. I was lucky enough to know some high-ranking officials in the IRS, and I also had the help of Mr. Shaflin, who has quite a few connections in Hollywood. Anyway, I've got things sorted out on my end. I just wanted to ask you when your movie is scheduled for release."

"After that, I might take the crew to London to shoot some location scenes, and then that should be about it." Tom thought for a moment, "We can probably schedule the release in early April."

"OK, then I'll schedule it for early April, April 1st, how about that?" Fang smiled, "I'll give you a surprise then."

Then you'll see what a real surprise is!

Does Fang Bie harbor any resentment towards Tom?

Of course!

You tricked me into coming here, and then ignored me, leaving me to be looked down upon and treated coldly by the eight major groups?

Hehe! Then I, Fang, will show you what true cruelty is!

After hanging up the phone, Tom murmured, "Surprised?"

He laughed: "Fang, you have no idea what kind of opponent you're facing."

"The familiar feel, the familiar sensation." Pan Xiao closed her eyes and gently stroked the various devices in the room.

Seriously, he's never been this gentle, not even when touching his own figurines.

Liu Mang, with a cigarette dangling from his lips, scoffed, "Is the grass always greener on the other side? When have we ever treated you unfairly?"

Pan Xiao first slapped the unlit cigarette out of his mouth, then complained, "Is your setup even meant for human use? I brought all the hardware and software myself, didn't I? Back when I was in school, my equipment and software for post-production special effects were way better than yours."

"Oh ho, you've grown wings and are ready to turn your back on me, huh?" Liu Mang laughed smugly. "Wasn't this the time when you were crying and begging that a monthly salary of three thousand would be enough?"

Pan Xiao sneered, "Didn't you come to our studio yourself begging us to come out of retirement?"

"Have you arrived yet?"

"I was captivated by Director Fang's personal charisma!"

"hehe."

"Alright, enough with the nonsense." Nie Fang concluded, "Old Luo, give me one sentence: to what extent can you achieve the special effects for this movie?"

"Special effects are actually related to many factors. For example, set design, props, green screens, and the actors' skill level. In theory, I can't guarantee anything, but..."

The moment Pan Xiao uttered the word "but," her eyes and expression changed.

His eyes sharpened, a slight smile played on his lips, and he stretched, his fingers cracking as he did so. "But I can do my best! Honestly, this time I'm actually hoping Hollywood will make a decent action movie, otherwise I'm not really interested."

"Alright, stop arguing." Liu Mang decisively lit a cigarette. "Just tell me if you can handle it or not."

"Can you handle it? Heh." Pan Xiao smiled faintly, "Give me a month, and if it's not number one at the box office, I'll cut off my hand on live stream."

"That arrogant?" Liu Mang was taken aback. "I haven't seen you this confident in years. Why are you so irritable this time?"

"Because I used to be quite confused." Pan Xiao flexed her wrists. "Although I knew that Director Fang had lofty ambitions, I never really knew what he wanted."

"But now I understand." He opened his laptop, turned around, and said, "Director Fang doesn't want to integrate into Hollywood; he wants to completely overthrow it! I always thought he wanted to revitalize Chinese cinema, but I never imagined he was aiming so high and far. He wants Chinese cinema to replace it!"

"You know what, Fatty? Ever since I finished reading the script for this movie, I've finally realized Director Fang's true ambition! My heart is pounding! I can feel my blood, which had been cooling down, now boiling over! To put it dramatically, I'm willing to follow in Director Fang's footsteps and strive towards this dream! And this movie is the first step in declaring war on Hollywood!"

He glanced at Nie Fang, who was leaning against the wall: "Old Nie thinks so too, otherwise why would he be so hands-on in leading the filming this time? You know, before you filmed exactly according to Director Fang's storyboards, without offering any of your own ideas. This time you've changed a lot of things, so it's obvious you're really fired up!"

Nie Fang smiled nonchalantly: "I didn't think that much about it. I just felt that I couldn't continue to be a tool, just getting by and holding Director Fang back. That's all."

Luo Wei laughed too: "What's the use of having the best special effects if I'm not doing the post-production editing? Let's wait until I finish the rough cut first."

"Then you better not let me down!"

"Don't worry, you said you wanted to cut off your hand, so I can't let you cut off your hand alone." Luo Wei pushed up his glasses. "If the movie doesn't get number one at the box office, I'll chop off my X."

A few kilometers away, in Little Rich's villa in Beverly Hills, Fang Bie suddenly shivered.

Xiao Fu asked with concern, "Fang, what's wrong?"

"It's nothing," Fang Bie said, rubbing the back of his neck. "My cervical spine feels uncomfortable, and my back feels quite heavy. I don't know why. Maybe I need a massage lately?"

When I get back to China, I'll find a blind masseur to loosen up my bones.

(End of this chapter)