How did I become famous?

This is my second time receiving an award.

Fang Bie was very familiar with the route.

He's someone who's watched the Oscars on a computer, after all.

This award ceremony is quite interesting.

The Oscars process is quite different from some other award ceremonies.

Here, before the winners are announced, celebrity presenters will tell jokes to create a lively atmosphere. After the winners are announced and the trophies are handed over, the presenters will be led off the stage by waiters waiting nearby.

The stage was then entirely reserved for the winners.

Therefore, the guests on stage generally don't say anything to the award winners—after all, they themselves may be candidates for other awards.

At this point, who's in the mood for small talk?

Besides, Fang doesn't even know the award presenters, so why would they bother to exchange pleasantries with him?

So this time, Fang Bie strode onto the stage, received the golden statuette from a refined and easy-going white man, said "Thank you," and the man went straight off.

But Fang Bie, who remained on stage, got stuck.

He doesn't speak much English, but he's fluent in Mandarin.

You can't do it without a thorough understanding; those Onmyoji need a certain level of skill to say those strange and sarcastic things.

But we can't just give up now.

He knew it was definitely being broadcast live in China right now.

If I were to call GG right now, I'd probably make the headlines immediately.

But his goal isn't to take off with his next movie... otherwise he would have achieved "two successes in one".

After thinking for a long time, Fang Bie finally managed to squeeze out a sentence:

"Sorry, why is it me again?"

Then he shrugged and walked off the stage with a flourish.

The celebrities in the audience were taken aback at first, then burst into enthusiastic applause and cheers, interspersed with whistles.

They had never seen such an arrogant acceptance speech before, especially from a Chinese person!

This Chinese guy... is so damn cool!

Fang Bie's unique remarks made domestic audiences both amused and proud, and many international audiences also remembered his name.

Bie Fang.

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

"Tom, is this the incredibly talented Chinese director you were talking about?"

"Yes, I didn't expect him to be so young. We could have met earlier... but today was good too. His movie is actually the best film in my opinion."

"Superheroes?"

"Yes, it's a superhero movie. Sherlock, my next movie is a remake of his 'Capotena,' I'm going to make a 'Capotena Amerak.' Fang has shown me my future goal, he is my Eve!"

Several Hollywood directors sitting in the first row below the stage clapped and chatted.

Tom Smith's eyes never left Fang Bie.

Originally, he only liked Fang Bie's movies, but now he's even starting to like the person's personality.

A director with a strong personality is bound to make a unique film!

He firmly believed this.

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

Back in his seat, he first bumped fists with Franklin, and then faced the young lady's seemingly expressive, watery eyes.

And Zhang Luo's eyes looked like he wanted to devour someone.

And Yang Yu's eyes look like she wants to "eat people up".

And Wu Kai's numb eyes...

Fang casually tossed the little golden statuette to the young lady, then chuckled twice and said, "Director Zhang, you know me, I really didn't expect to win an award."

Other movies are too rubbish, they can't even beat the movies I casually make, what else can I do?

It's your own fault, really.

The group of people Liu Mang brought in were all top-notch, but they were forced to change careers because of the exclusion from the Chinese film and television industry.

Fang Bie felt wronged, to be honest.

If the film industry hadn't ostracized them, Fang Bie's last movie would have flopped long ago!

After all, he couldn't possibly hire any big names in the industry to make a movie.

Zhang Luo took several deep breaths to suppress the urge to commit murder in public.

The main reason is that Fang is 1.79 meters tall and has a well-proportioned figure.

Zhang Luo, with his old bones and limbs... he was afraid of being killed in return.

"Xiao Fang, although humility is considered a virtue in China, excessive humility is hypocrisy."

Fang Bie smiled wryly: "I really didn't expect to win an award. Director Zhang, you know, my film only had a total investment of seven million. Who knew that those people were all experts before..."

Zhang Luo looked at him suspiciously: "I'm starting to doubt what you're saying. Are all those people you have really earning three thousand a month?"

"Absolutely true!"

"So... are there any left? Can you get me a few too?"

"Um... I can go back and ask. If all else fails, you can let them take it."

"Oh? Such a good thing? Then I'll..."

"No way!" Su Mulin glared fiercely at the spendthrift Fang Bie and said calmly, "They are all company employees. No one can leave without my permission."

She glared at Fang Bie again: "They're all gone, what are you going to do about your next movie?"

Fang Biecheng confidently said, "They were all found on the roadside. If they're gone, we can just keep looking."

He simply couldn't believe that someone could fall into the same trap twice!

"No way!" Su Mulin's eyes widened. "You promised me I'd be the female lead in your next movie! How am I supposed to act if everyone's gone?!"

"Huh? Is that so? I'm not playing the male lead, so why are you playing the female lead?" Fang Bie scratched his cheek. "I don't remember saying anything like that..."

"You were drunk at the time."

"When?"

"Anyway, you did say that!"

"Alright, alright." Fang Bie waved his hand. "I'll add it for you when I go back and write the script."

Zhang Luo, who was standing next to him, felt so uncomfortable that his teeth ached.

Yang Yu's smile also seemed rather bitter.

It's good to have a family with good conditions.

In the past, actresses who wanted to rise to fame had to resort to unspoken rules and sleep with men.

These days, if someone has money, they'll just throw money at making their own movies and casting themselves as the leading lady...

Comparing yourself to others is truly infuriating.

Wu Kai, on the other hand, seemed to be in much better spirits.

Fang should not make an art film like him in his next film.

They're so casual... doesn't that mean they're going to play a father in the next movie?

He stood by with his arms crossed, watching coldly.

Just you wait, Fang Bie! Wait until my new movie crushes you, and I'll make you come crying to me and begging for forgiveness!

While Fang Bie was having a great time teasing Su Mulin, the awards ceremony was still going on.

Soon, most of the supporting awards had been given out, and after a performance by a Grammy-winning singer, the ceremony finally came to its main event.

Best Actor, Best Actress, and Best Supporting Actor and Actress.

Of course, this is something that movie fans around the world and Hollywood actors care about, but Fang Bie doesn't care about it.

It's basically the same thing: characters who break through their own limitations are more likely to win awards.

For example, a woman might deliberately make herself look ugly to play roles that subvert her own image.

The men are in an even worse situation.

Not only do they have to make themselves look ugly and subvert their image, they might also have to play a psychopath or something to impress the old men at the academy.

Soon, just over twenty minutes later, the Oscars finally presented its last award—Best Picture.

The presenter on stage first told a bunch of obscure jokes that only foreigners would understand, making everyone laugh. Then, he naturally said:

The films nominated for Best Picture are: Tom Smith, *Mississippi*; Ran Foyer, *The Female Prisoner*; Jean Pierre, *Last Man on Earth*; and Tony Evans, *Death on Wall Street*.

Every time he mentions a film, the camera focuses on the director of that film, and a clip from that film is played on the huge projection screen behind him.

"The winner of Best Picture is..." After the four nominees finished reading, the presenter opened the seal and raised an eyebrow.

He paused, then called out loudly, "Tom Smith! Mississippi!"

Cheers and applause erupted from the crowd.

Tom, dressed in a brown retro suit, stood up, first kissed his wife, and then hugged the other three directors one by one.

Then he went on stage and received the golden statuette from the guest.

At this moment, the Oscar stage belonged to him alone.

Tom scanned the room, meeting pairs of eyes.

Then he glanced at Fang Bie, who was still chatting with Su Mulin in the corner, and spoke his first words:

"I am unworthy of this award. It does not belong to me. In my heart, it should belong to Mr. Fang, the director of 'Kaputengchaina'."

P.S.: This is just a setup, after all, I'm the kind of guy who's going to make fanfiction outshine the original work.

There are also many classic characters from abroad waiting for everyone to discover, which I find quite interesting.

I will put the group number in the book later, and then hold a poll in the group.

You can vote for the characters you want to appear in this world.

I will arrange everything clearly and thoroughly.

It's kind of interesting that movie, TV series, game, and anime characters act out their own shows and are then taught by others to say their own famous lines.

Also, it's not that the plot is repeating itself recently; it's that I'm drastically rewriting the script for my second movie.

The Oscar storyline should be over in the next day or two. Actually, it can be considered a prelude to some future developments.

This is my first time writing about entertainment, and I've picked up some of my old habit of setting up the plot in advance when writing fantasy and martial arts novels. I'll try my best to revise it.