How did I become famous?

Outside the film set, in a black Mercedes.

Su Xun, with a cigar in his mouth, exhaled a puff of smoke: "How was it?"

Fang raised an eyebrow: "Uncle Su, what do you mean?"

Su Xun flicked his cigarette ash out the window: "The movie's started filming, right? Tell me about it."

Fang smiled and said, "Uncle Su, don't worry, everything is under control!"

Old Man Su became interested: "Tell me about it."

"I've included Xiao Lin's own savings of over two million NTD, plus the four million NTD her brother contributed, totaling seven million NTD in the film's budget."

"I found a songwriter to be the assistant director. One of the two lead actors is your bodyguard, Yan Shuangying, and the other has only played Japanese soldiers and officers in war films before."

"The production assistant used to do on-the-ground promotion and hand out flyers, the makeup artist used to be a beauty blogger online, the set and prop maker used to make set and props for kindergartens, the special effects artist used to make promotional videos for small and micro enterprises, and the lighting, photography, and editing artists used to shoot weddings."

"Furthermore, I've also brought in people from another film crew that's hostile to us, and by the way, the black army to attack the fans after the movie's release is already prepared."

"I even chose the Lunar New Year release date, which is packed with blockbusters."

Fang Bie gave a thumbs up: "This movie is an absolute flop! I bet Xiao Lin will have no choice but to go home obediently after the New Year."

"Excellent, excellent, excellent!" Old Man Su said three times in a row, "You truly are Fang Ge's son. I trust you to handle things!"

As he spoke, he took out a bank card and stuffed it into Fang Bie's hand.

"Uncle Su, what are you doing? I can't take this money." As he said this, Fang Bie had already quickly stuffed the bank card into his pocket.

"Fruit is expensive these days, I reckon you've spent almost all of that million on fruit. There's also a million in this card, the PIN is six sixes. It's so hot, consider this as buying you some ice cream to cool you down."

In November, the temperature here is almost dropping below ten degrees Celsius... Fang Bie tightened his military overcoat and smiled broadly: "Thank you, Uncle Su."

"It's nothing, it's nothing at all." Su Xun waved his hand, completely unfazed. "As long as Xiao Lin comes back obediently, I'm telling you, there will be plenty of benefits."

"Xiao Fang, you're from Luocheng, right?" Su Xun exhaled a smoke ring. "I've prepared a storefront on the street behind Luocheng University of Science and Technology and an entire building in Jinjiang Villa in the city center for you. As long as Xiao Lin obediently comes back, they're all yours."

Fang Bie's hands began to tremble.

In Los Angeles, where the average salary is only two or three thousand, housing prices have now risen to 11,000, and the prices of Jinjiang Villas are already heading towards 13,000 or more.

The rent for a single storefront behind the university is at least five figures per month.

It seems I'm really going to live the blissful life of a landlord.

If there are a total of 365 houses to collect rent from, and you collect rent from one house every day, you won't have a single day off in 365 days a year!

That means they can rest for one day every four years.

Sigh, being a landlord is really tough.

He was so tired that his smile almost reached his ears.

"Uncle Fang, don't worry, I guarantee I'll complete the mission!"

"Yes, the revolution is not yet successful, comrades still need to work hard." Su Xun patted Fang Bie's hand and said earnestly, "Now is not the time to relax. How about this, in the future when you communicate with me on WeChat, in order to avoid any accidents, I will not call you Xiao Fang anymore, and you don't need to call me Uncle Su anymore."

Fang asked in confusion, "Then how should I address you?"

"Hmm..." Su Xun thought for a moment, "How about this, let's create a separate WeChat group for the two of us, and we won't use any nicknames for each other in it. Remember to use alternate accounts."

Fang nodded: "Will you scan me, or should I scan you?"

"Scan my QR code." Su Xun took out his phone.

Ding--!

[The infiltrator has joined the group chat]

[Those with both a son and a daughter can join the group chat]

There were only two people in the group, but Fang Bie was stunned when he saw the group name.

Because the group's name is—Sea Serpent.

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

Fang Bie was completely out of it during the afternoon's performance; all he could think about was that building and the storefronts on that street.

After finishing work in the evening, he returned to his company on Nanshi Street in a daze.

Although it's called a company, it's actually where Fang Bie and Su Mulin live.

When he returned, Miss Su was cooking dinner in the kitchen.

Seeing him return with a distracted look on his face, Su Mulin frowned, quickly served the dishes, and then took off her apron and went to the dining room.

"What's wrong? Is there a problem on set?"

"No." Fang Bie snapped back to reality.

"Hmm? You changed your hairstyle?"

Su Mulin now has long, straight black hair that reaches her waist, tied into a low ponytail with a hairband.

Then her ponytail draped from her shoulder to her chest.

It's that kind of dangerous hairstyle.

"It's not very convenient to cook with your hair down." Su Mulin finished serving the millet porridge, sat down, and asked, "How's the progress?"

"It'll be in a few days. After that, it'll be editing and post-production. If all goes well, it can be released in time for the Lunar New Year holiday."

"Okay, that's good." Su Mulin said casually, "You've been filming in the suburbs lately, so I made you some stir-fried pork kidneys and stir-fried liver with green peppers to help you recover."

"I'm going to film a movie, not to find a prostitute," Fang Bie said with a laugh, then picked up his chopsticks and tasted it.

"Tsk, no matter how many times I say it, someone as pampered as you can cook so well, your image is ruined."

Su Mulin's lips almost curled up to her cheeks: "Flattering me won't work."

It's obviously effective... Fang Bie glanced at her expression: "But speaking of which, you're a senior in high school, how come you can get out of school so early?"

Su Mulin took a sip of millet porridge: "I don't go to evening self-study."

Fang kept picking up food with his chopsticks: "You're in your final year of high school. How can you keep up with your studies like this? As someone who's been there, I still advise you to focus on your studies."

After saying that, Fang Bie slapped his forehead: "I forgot you're a wicked rich kid, studying is completely irrelevant to you."

If you want a diploma, it's not a problem to throw money at a prestigious university.

The worst option is to study abroad.

Su Mulin said calmly, "In the previous exams, I got full marks except for the Chinese multiple-choice questions where I lost three points."

Fang was taken aback: "Perfect scores in composition and reading comprehension too?"

This unscientific!

"What else?" Su Mulin replied with Fang Bie's usual catchphrase.

"I'm full..." Fang Bie put down his chopsticks, got up, and went upstairs to his room.

I don't know where this bad habit came from, but I always have to talk about things while eating.

In the end, I was completely fooled by this beautiful woman with long, straight black hair and a rich, white complexion. It was really boring.

"etc."

Fang Bie turned around: "Young Miss, what's wrong now?"

He glanced at the table and suddenly realized, "Oh, just leave your food there after you finish eating, I'll clean it up later."

"I can handle the tidying up, but can you do me a favor?" Miss Su looked at him, "Write me a song."

"No, I don't have time, I won't write." Fang Bie turned around and continued walking forward.

"Three hundred thousand."

Fang stopped in his tracks: "Where did you get the money?"

"My brother asked me to ask you for help." Su Mulin twirled a strand of hair with her fingers. "A friend of his is missing a Chinese-style title track for his album, and he happened to think of you, so he asked me to ask if you would be willing."

"Since we're friends, there's nothing I can do. I have to give your brother face."

Fang Bie walked back: "Paper and pen."

Su Mulin handed over the paper and pen that had been prepared in advance.

Fang Bie took the pen and sat down: "Was the singer male or female?"

"It's a guy, that's what my brother said."

"Oh, three minutes."

In addition to cramming on film knowledge, Fang Bie also taught himself musical notation during this period.

He can't possibly ask the young lady about the song from back then and find out he can't even read the sheet music, can he?

Wouldn't that expose the truth?

What if I give myself away and she finds out I'm actually a fraud? How am I supposed to stay hidden then?

brush brush --

Fang Bie quickly wrote it down and handed it over: "Here, the song you wanted."

Su Murin is a genius, in every sense of the word.

She is a genius fashion designer, a top student, and a musical prodigy.

So she immediately recognized the brilliance of the song.

"Blue and White Porcelain...it's definitely a good song." Su Mulin looked up. "And then?"

Another song that could become a classic... The girl suddenly felt a strong sense of frustration.

"That's all." Fang Bie shrugged. "This is a test for you. The melody and lyrics for the second half of this song, as well as what instruments to use, are all up to you."

Actually, he only remembered half of the lyrics to "Blue and White Porcelain".

I still remember the melody, but you asked what instruments were used...

Ha! Go ask Jay Chou!