How did I become famous?

"After I got off the plane, I went to the toilet."

"After I came out of the restroom, I found that you were gone."

"As everyone knows, I have a terrible sense of direction. The same road looks completely different to me during the day and at night."

"Besides, this is abroad, and my English is only so-so. I can't understand any of the questions or anything."

"Luckily, I still had my phone, so I used a translation app to find you."

"After failing to find you, I planned to seek help from the embassy, ​​but I forgot what the embassy's phone number was."

"After that, I met some Black guys, and after a friendly conversation, I decided to lend them a few hundred dollars, since they were communicating with me using guns. This kind of communication doesn't require knowing English."

"So I was penniless and about to end up homeless."

"That's when I met this Black friend of mine. His name is Franklin, he's an actor, a Los Angeles native, and he speaks Chinese."

"He helped me get my several hundred dollars back, and to express my gratitude, I decided to buy him a drink."

He said he wanted to bring three friends, and I agreed.

"After that, I met his friends."

"A tall black youth named Lamar, a middle-aged greasy white man named Mike, and a balding middle-aged man with a Mediterranean head named Trevor."

"All four of them are actors in Hollywood, but they're just not very famous."

"We hit it off immediately, and before we knew it, we were all drunk. So they took me to a club that Trevor supposedly owned."

"There are a lot of young ladies inside who aren't wearing much clothing, oh, you know, the ones locked up next door."

"You're asking me? Of course I didn't do anything. We had barely sat down when the police broke down the door and arrested us all."

"After that, Franklin helped me translate, and the police contacted the embassy."

"However, because I felt too embarrassed, I said I was from Japan, and they contacted the Japanese embassy..."

"After the Japanese embassy sent someone, they contacted our embassy, ​​and then the embassy contacted you, and then you came."

That's how it happened.

These were his words at 8:00 AM the next morning, after he reunited with Su Mulin and the others at the Los Angeles Police Department.

After hearing his words, Su Mulin's tired eyes sharpened: "Do you even believe what you're saying?"

"I don't believe it myself, but it's true." Fang Bie's gaze was frank. "I really didn't do anything."

Su Mulin followed his gaze and looked over there—there were several scantily clad blonde women locked in the next room.

"So you like that kind?"

She unconsciously stuck out her buttocks.

"No, that's not it," Fang Bie replied calmly. "I was just thinking that with how expensive medical care is in American hospitals, their anterior pelvic tilt might not be curable."

The young lady stopped deliberately arching her back.

Although it's still so perky.

Fang Bie nodded in satisfaction: "Natural is the best. You're not short, and this curve is just right."

"Is this sexual harassment?"

"No, I was just making a normal conversation."

"Is your approach considered sexual harassment of a high school girl?"

"No, I was just hitting on a normal woman who's over 18. Do you want to call the police? The emergency number here isn't 110. By the way, we're in the police station right now."

"..."

The young lady rubbed her temples: "Forget it, the Oscars are more important. If people find out that the first Chinese-language film director nominated for an Oscar other than Best Foreign Language Film got arrested for visiting a strip club, we'll lose all face."

Actually, she believed Fang Bie's words; otherwise, this matter would not have ended so simply.

Fang Bie became annoyed upon hearing her words: "Now that you mention this, I'm wide awake! The Oscars are really something else, giving out a whole bunch of nominees, but not a single one like me for Best Director or Best Screenplay?"

His dissatisfaction wasn't entirely due to not receiving nominations for Best Director and Best Screenplay.

After all, Fang knew his true abilities, and he would only feel there was a problem if those awards were actually nominated for him.

But it's only natural to feel a little jealous.

The young lady twirled a strand of hair between her fingers: "At the very least... you were nominated for a music award recently."

Fang Bie smirked, "Seriously, Miss? You're addicted?"

This Miss Su is quite interesting.

The arrangement of the previous song "Pipa Xing" was composed by Su Mulin.

Fang Bie only gave her half of "Blue and White Porcelain," and even then, it was in musical notation.

As for what musical instruments were used, Su Mulin added those details himself.

In addition to completing the song, she even completed the second half of the song.

However, the song's lyrics and music were ultimately credited to Fang Bie.

The same applies this time.

The music for "Captain China" was entirely composed by the young lady herself, but judging from the appearance, she still credited Fang Bie.

Shaking his head to stop thinking about it, Fang asked, "How much is the bail?"

"There is no bail. The matter concerning you is just a misunderstanding. The Los Angeles Police Department is out fighting gangs."

The young lady glanced at the "Los Santos Trio" still locked behind the iron bars and whispered, "The sheriff just told us that all four of them have criminal records and are suspected of having ties to gangs. Don't get involved with them."

But I already have their contact information... Fang Bie comforted her, "Don't worry, I'm a decent person."

How could he not know who the "Los Santos Trio" were?

In this world, they are merely "actors suspected of having ties to gang members."

In the world of "GTA 5", three of these four are legendary figures who have wiped out numerous gangs, dared to rob the US Treasury, dared to kill FIB agents and tycoons.

Even that tall, black young man, Lamar, was a tough guy in that game who would pull out a gun at the drop of a hat.

Fortunately, this isn't that world.

"By the way, when does the Oscars start?"

"Tonight." Su Mulin turned and walked out. "It's not too late to go now. I've already asked the Tiffany branch here to prepare a suit in your size. Let's go try it on to see if it fits."

After bidding a reluctant farewell to Sheriff Nick, the group headed to the Tiffany boutique to try on clothes.

Ironically, Sheriff Nick was quite envious of the safety of police officers in China, and even grabbed Fang and the others to ask if China would accept him if he switched jobs.

Police officers in China work very hard, but at least... they don't get randomly shot at while responding to calls.

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

He changed into a suit, his hair was combed back, and he even wore a pair of gold-rimmed glasses.

Fang Bie clicked his tongue: "Just how much do you like white?"

That's right, the young lady prepared another set of cream-colored suit for him, along with a pair of white calfskin shoes.

"None of your business." The young lady crossed her arms, looked Fang Bie up and down for a moment, and nodded with satisfaction. "Not bad, looks decent enough."

"Alright." Fang Bie took out a cigarette, but then saw the "No Smoking" sign hanging in the store, so he put the cigarette back.

"Who do you think wants to see me?"

Tom Smith, a two-time Oscar winner for Best Director, is known as the most successful commercial film director of modern times, with a cumulative box office of over five billion US dollars. He is a super director standing at the top of Hollywood.

"Hmm, so why would this super-famous director want to meet a relatively unknown Chinese-language film director like me?"

"He wants to buy our copyright."

"What?"

"The film adaptation rights to 'Captain China'." The young lady's lips curled slightly, her eyes gleaming with excitement. "He said he wants to remake our 'Captain China'! And call it 'Captain America'!"

"Forehead......"

Captain America?!

Fang made others dizzy.