How did I become famous?

Fang Bie and the others were seated in a corner on the first floor of the Dolby Theatre.

There's nothing they can do; they're just supporting characters in this show.

Chinese films?

Ninety-seven percent of the people here haven't seen it.

The reason they were able to get a seat on the first floor was because their film was nominated for an award.

Although the chances of winning are slim, what if they do win... we can't exactly make them come down from the second floor, can we?

They don't feel awkward, but the other guests do.

So they got a spot in the corner on the first floor.

Sitting next to Zhang Luo were several European and Asian directors who were also nominated for Best Foreign Language Film.

He had a very lively conversation with one of the French directors.

But Fang Bie couldn't understand what they were saying at all.

Let alone French, he can't understand much English either.

Perhaps he can understand a little bit of what is said in Japanese.

However, no one would say those things in this situation.

When I'm bored, I need to find someone to chat with.

Although Yang Yu smiled gracefully, she completely ignored Fang Bie.

Of course, Fang Bie wasn't interested in women who were almost forty.

Looking for Wu Kai?

The guy was in a state of self-isolation when he saw Fang Bie looking over. His face darkened, and he turned his head away, ignoring Fang Bie.

Su Mulin?

The young lady was staring intently at the stage, seemingly lost in thought.

Well, it seems I can only amuse myself.

Fang took out his phone, opened Weibo, and posted another message.

[Urgent! This is my first time at the Oscars, how can I pretend to be a regular?]

Netizens were shocked.

Who the hell has time to post on Weibo when they're at the Oscars?

Posting on Weibo is one thing, but the way you're showing off to others is a bit inappropriate!

When other celebrities participate in an event, they either retweet the official Weibo post or take a few heavily edited photos of themselves posing, claiming it's a street style photoshoot. Then they talk about what kind of event it was, how they collaborated with them, and how they will continue to work hard in the future.

But Fang Bie's boasting is really simple and crude...

When you're at the Oscars, how can you pretend to be a regular?

This is like asking a ridiculous question like, "If I marry eight beautiful wives on my first marriage, how can I consummate the marriage with all eight of them at the same time?"

This is clearly showing off!

Netizens were amused.

If we knew how to regularly go to the Oscars, would we still be here watching the live stream?

Some busybodies went to the official live stream and asked in the chat...

"Director Xu, Director Fang asked us to ask how to act like a regular at the Oscars when it's our first time there. Do you know anything about it, Director Xu?"

Xu Kuangfu's face darkened. Did he know he was still here as a guest? The only person in the country who had ever been to the Oscars was Zhang Luo, who was sitting next to Fang Bie.

That guy is a troublemaker too, who can you ask Xu Kuangfu?

He paused, then hesitated, "Well... I've been to the Golden Bull Awards ceremony. Both the Oscars and the Golden Bull Awards are film award ceremonies, so I don't think there's much difference..."

His point was that both were film award ceremonies, and the procedures were basically the same.

But netizens deliberately misunderstood his meaning.

"Director Xu! I'm your fan! Why don't you go to the Oscars with Director Fang and Director Zhang?"

Xu Kuangfu's face darkened further: "The Oscars and the Golden Bull and Golden Rooster are both film award ceremonies. If you like the Oscars, then just watch the Oscars from now on! Besides, it's not like I won't have a chance to go to the Oscars in the future. Last year, my film just missed the deadline, but next year I should be able to be nominated for Best Foreign Language Film. They're still young; they can't be satisfied with just that."

"Oh! But Director Fang went to the Oscars before you did."

Xu Kuangfu became withdrawn.

He came to hate Fang Bie.

Actually, you can't blame Fang Bie for this. He's never even met Xu Kuangfu, and he probably doesn't even remember that Xu Kuangfu competed with him for the box office champion during this year's Lunar New Year season.

Actually, Xu Kuangfu's movies did quite well at the box office.

But people are afraid of comparison.

This comparison makes his movie seem like a flop.

Let's not talk about Xu Kuangfu's reclusive behavior.

The ceremony officially began over there.

First, a "plump" Black woman went on stage and told a joke that Fang Bie couldn't understand at all, which made the whole audience burst into laughter.

Fang Bie looked completely bewildered and turned to Su Mulin on his left, asking, "What did she say?"

Su Mulin remained calm: "It's just an American joke, nothing special."

"Oh..." Fang Bie nodded.

Since he couldn't understand it anyway, and he probably had no chance of winning, he simply closed his eyes to rest.

A few minutes later, someone tapped him on the shoulder.

Fang turned her head and found that the person sitting to her right had changed seats.

The white guy who was sitting there was now shivering and huddled in the back row, while his crew's seats had been replaced by several fierce-looking burly men.

The guy who patted Fang on the shoulder was a black guy.

Fang Bie also knew this guy.

"Xiao Fu? You're here too?"

Franklin smiled and said, "Hey, bro. I didn't expect you to be at the Oscars."

He glanced at Zhang Luo, who was to Fang Bie's left, and asked suspiciously, "Could you perhaps be an actor from China?"

"No, I'm a director, and I'll be a landlord in the future." Fang Bie countered, "What are you doing here?"

Although he couldn't communicate with the others except for Xiao Fu, they had all been arrested by the police together at the nightclub, so after getting to know them, he learned about their situations.

These four guys are all relatively unknown actors in Hollywood, but none of them are poor.

Franklin's parents were quite famous actors, and they left him a villa in Beverly Hills before they passed away.

However, due to the high maintenance costs, he also opened a car dealership to sell used cars in addition to acting.

Rama wasn't quite sure.

Mike and Trevor are said to be in international trade, and they also have many other businesses.

For example, the nightclub where several people were arrested was reportedly owned by Trevor.

"I came with Nigel." He pointed to the tall, thin Rama. "He's going to sing on stage later. He's a guest performer invited by the Oscars. We came with him to see what's going on."

Unlike Franklin and the other two, Rama was an amateur actor; his main job was as a rapper.

He and Franklin were childhood friends from the same neighborhood.

"Hey, man! Just chattering away..."

He bumped fists with Fang Bie, and then said a bunch of very rhythmic words.

Fang Bie only understood the first two words.

"Rama said it was nice to meet you. We used to go clubbing together, and he considers you a brother," Franklin translated, then shrugged. "Don't mind him, Nigel's a simpleton. But he's a good guy."

"Bro, if you're a director...did your film get nominated for Best Foreign Language Film?"

"Hmm, besides Best Foreign Language Film, there are also Best Cinematography, Best Art Direction, Best Music, Best Editing, Best Costume Design, Best Makeup, and Best Special Effects." Fang Bie curled his lip. "But I'll probably just be a runner-up. I'm just here for the fun. You know what I mean."

"That's already amazing, bro!" Franklin exclaimed, intrigued. "How about coming to Hollywood? Let's make movies together!"

Hollywood? What would I be filming in Hollywood? "Three Men and a Dog"?

Fang Bie shook his head: "No way. Actually, my next movie is an art film. If it flops, I might change careers."

He lowered his voice when he said this, and even glanced at Su Mulin secretly.

However, Miss Su's attention was drawn to the host on stage, so she probably didn't hear anything.

Franklin could not hide his disappointment.

If Fang Bie could come to Hollywood, that would be great. None of his three friends are normal people. It's rare for him to meet a normal person, and he would like to hang out with Fang Bie.

Moreover, this person didn't object to going to nightclubs, so they must get along quite well.

But he hasn't given up yet.

Franklin pulled out a piece of paper, wrote down a string of numbers, and handed it to Fang Bie: "Bro, this is my phone number. If you ever come to Los Angeles, you can look me up."

"OK, no problem."

Fang accepted the phone number.

Even if we don't need it, what if we do? Right?

It's better to keep it.

Moreover, these people are all parallel universe counterparts of that game. Even if they no longer have contact in the future, Fang Bie still wants to maintain some connection with them.

After all... this is also Fang Bie's way of remembering his past life.

The two were chatting happily when the camera, which had been ignoring them, suddenly turned to them.

A gasp, a murmur, and applause erupted from the crowd.

Su Mulin pinched Fang Bie, who was standing next to her, and said, "Stop standing there, hurry up and get on stage!"

Fang Bie grimaced and rubbed his lower back: "Go on stage? Go on what stage?"

"We won! Best Cinematography is ours!"

Fang was completely bewildered.

What's going on?!

P.S.: I have a lot of feelings for GTA5.

Even now, I still occasionally go up to Xiao Fu and ask Lao Cui and the others to come out for a drink and get together.

Anyway, when I played it, I only chose ending C!

By the way... please vote for this book! It's already climbed to eighth place on the new book chart...

These two chapters are almost 6,000 words, which is quite a lot. After all, I still need recommendations for the rest of the story—it would be too unlucky if it were published too early with too many words.

After that, I started working hard to accumulate manuscripts, hoping to have a big release!