How did I become famous?

"666! Director Fang won an award!"

"This should be the first Oscar won by a Chinese person, aside from Best Foreign Language Film, right?"

"I think so... I don't know if anyone has had bananas before."

"Director Fang is really something! His very first film was nominated for an Oscar and won. Won't he be invincible after he goes back to China?"

"It's perfectly normal. After all, Director Fang is a groundbreaking director who created a new genre!"

"But thinking about it this way, Director Fang is really terrifying. His first film won an Oscar, and it was the highest-grossing film in China during the Lunar New Year season. He wrote two poems that were included in the textbooks of Wenhua College, and a song he wrote went straight to number one on the music charts... It turns out that geniuses really do exist in this world!"

"Holy crap?! You're right! I'm not going to waste any more time with you guys, I'm going to go write the news!"

"Ha! Naive! I had already written and sent out the news before you even started writing it."

"..."

The chat room was buzzing with excitement.

Even Xu Kuangfu's sarcastic remarks, "It's just a best cinematography; if I found a top Hollywood production team, I might be able to do it too," were met with strong backlash from netizens.

"Director Xu, Director Xu, why didn't you go?"

"Yeah, yeah, Director Fang and Director Zhang must be so lonely, why don't you go and hang out with them!"

"I forgot, Director Xu wasn't invited~ This isn't one of the top three European universities, so you can't buy an invitation even if you have the money."

Xu Kuangfu: "..."

He became withdrawn again.

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

"Nice, Lao Nie!"

"Congratulations! Best Cinematography at the Oscars! You're absolutely amazing!"

"It's all thanks to Director Fang's support and everyone's kindness."

"Yeah, but after that, Lao Nie, you really turned things around. What are your plans?"

"Following Director Fang, what other plans could I possibly have?"

"Yeah, I'm still holding my breath; one movie isn't enough!"

"That's right! Lao Fang is going to make an art film next! Let's all get familiar with it. Didn't those bastards say our movies lack substance? Next time, we're going to make a blockbuster that'll win all the major awards!"

At Fangmu Film and Television Company, Liu Mang and others who stayed behind were also watching the live stream.

They didn't react much when they learned they had been nominated.

So what if there's a nomination? There were films that were nominated for seven or eight awards at the Oscars back in the day, but didn't win a single one.

So none of them went to Los Santos with Fang Bie and the others. Instead, they all stayed at the company, frantically learning the production methods and shooting techniques of art films.

Seeing the comments from Xu Kuangfu and the other veteran directors in the live stream, Liu Mang sneered, "For our next film, we absolutely have to win an award! Preferably an international award! I'd like to see what they have to say then!"

Liu Mang and his group were shouting and making a ruckus, which Fang Bie was unaware of.

Even if I knew, I would still advise him, "Calm down, don't be so aggressive."

Of course, he's not much better off now.

His mind went blank.

This Oscar thing is so casual...

Is it really that easy to win an award?

As he walked onto the stage, he ignored all the surprised and noisy exclamations, stares, and applause on both sides.

He was just reminiscing, recalling what he had contributed to this film.

Um......

Intentionally hiring "laymen"?

Intentionally spending more money?

Taking a nap on set?

Using a secondary account to sabotage yourself?

Hiring online trolls to post smear campaigns?

It feels like... I've actually done quite a lot.

Although it had the opposite effect, shouldn't I also have a share in this medal of honor?

Zhang Luo and Wu Kai, who were standing nearby, were stunned.

This is the Oscars!

Although it wasn't the best film, it wasn't the best foreign language film either, which had a particularly strong political message!

This is a legitimate Oscar award!

Wu Kai need not say more; besides the saying "Thirty years east of the river, thirty years west of the river," he had no other thoughts on his mind.

Yang Yu's eyes widened as well.

She genuinely didn't expect that this young director, whom she didn't want to associate with, would actually win an award for his film.

Although the Best Cinematography award actually went to his team, many people in China have been criticizing him, saying that he simply spent a lot of money to hire a top Hollywood team.

Yang Yu initially thought the same thing.

But when Zhang Luo learned of this, he just scoffed, "If they're so capable, let them try. Do you think those top Hollywood teams care about them? Besides, even if they did find them, would they work well for you if they didn't demand an exorbitant price?"

However, Zhang Luo stopped talking after arriving here.

Because he already knows the truth.

Fang's team is entirely composed of Chinese people, and their average salary is three thousand yuan...

Now Zhang Luo and Wu Kai feel even worse.

He won an Oscar with a salary of only 3,000 yuan?

If the salary is 30,000 yuan, wouldn't that be like flying to the sky?

Wu Kai was even more frustrated.

It's worth noting that he provided a lot of the personnel and equipment for Fang Bie's film crew...

And they haven't even received any money yet.

Franklin and his two companions exchanged glances, then shared a knowing smile.

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

Fang Bie is a nobody.

This was his original expectation.

But Liu Mang and his group didn't come along, and Miss Su didn't want to show her face in public.

So now all the Oscar spotlight is on Fang Bie.

He is truly the center of attention.

This applies not only to the live broadcast venues but also to domestic live streaming platforms.

The camera was practically glued to Fang Bie's face.

Fortunately, he didn't have any pimples on his face, and he had shaved his beard.

Now he's dressed in a flashy white suit, white vest, black shirt, and silver tie, with his hair slicked back and gold-rimmed glasses.

He actually looks kind of handsome on camera.

Perhaps it was the Oscars that boosted it?

At least many of the domestic female celebrities who were also watching the live stream felt their cheeks burning.

If we could capture Fang Bie, wouldn't we gain both fame and fortune?

But Fang Bie felt nothing; at that moment, he was only filled with regret.

He regretted why he made this movie.

He regretted not choosing a weapon that could tear apart Japanese soldiers with bare hands or a steamed bun grenade to slap them down.

But there was nothing he could do; he was already standing there.

He had seen many award ceremonies.

Some made awkward jokes, some cried so much they couldn't speak, and some expressed their gratitude repeatedly.

There were all sorts of acceptance speeches.

But there's one thing missing.

What if you don't understand English, especially at the Oscars?

The presenter smiled curiously, handed the little golden statuette to himself, and then left the stage.

Fang stood in front of the microphone, looking blankly at the group of Western faces whispering below.

Is he nervous?

He wasn't nervous.

To be honest, Fang Bie still doesn't have much of a real sense of this world.

If everything were normal after he actually time-traveled, he would actually get used to it.

But any movie I make can become a hit, and I even got to attend the Oscars. Many of the people I've met and heard of are characters from movies, TV series, and games from my past life.

It doesn't feel real at all!

Seeing the pairs of eyes staring at him from below, Fang Bie sighed and finally spoke...

"Everyone, eat and drink well, then goodbye."

After saying that, he left the stage and walked to his seat in the corner, leaving behind a group of bewildered Hollywood stars.

They didn't understand a word Fang Bie said.

Because he was speaking Chinese.

P.S.: The new book ranking will be down in two days. Still asking for your recommendation votes!