How did I become famous?

A week has passed.

The noise and extravagance of the outside world have nothing to do with Fang Bie.

This week, he didn't go anywhere; he just stayed in the office...

Playing video games.

To be honest, his next project is an art film.

What kind of art films can be made? That is the question.

Plagiarism is certainly an option, but that's where the problem lies.

He wasn't a fan of art films, so he hadn't seen most of the outstanding art films from his previous life.

Moreover, his goal in making this film wasn't to stand out.

Speaking of art films from my past life...

He had only seen a few clips of "Farewell My Concubine".

As for *Youth*...

He hadn't seen the movie at all.

His only impression of the movie was from a video where the director took the actress who played the female lead to dinner with other people, and then, after getting drunk, he asked the actress to dance for everyone.

In ancient times, this would have been a gathering of aristocratic families for drinking and entertainment, with singers and dancers providing accompaniment...

They really think they're scholars.

What can we film then?

Art films need to be artistic; you can't exactly make a film like "Little X Generation," can you?

But that wasn't an art film, it was a slideshow...

It seems I'll have to rely on my own modifications.

His gaze fell on a script on the table.

Just then, Fang Bie's expression changed, and he decisively closed the game and switched to the desktop.

The office door opened from the outside with a click.

The young lady walked in and handed him a cup of honey grapefruit tea: "You stay cooped up here all day... you should get some sunshine."

"But we still need to be able to get out first." Fang Bie took the cup and sipped.

The temperature was just the right scalding hot, and the flavor was just as I liked—sweetness masking the sourness.

Miss Su... she's such a perceptive girl.

The young lady nodded, looking somewhat troubled: "Yes, at school, they pester me every day for your autograph."

Fang Bie naturally understood the young lady's hint.

He picked up a pen, rolled up his sleeves, and said, "Come on, how many signatures do you want?"

"Twenty." The young lady opened her notebook.

This is actually a transaction.

It doesn't refer to Fang Bie, but rather to the deal she made with those girls at school.

As for the details of the transaction... well, she herself won't say.

brush brush --

Fang Bie wrote with lightning speed, quickly signing his own name, a name he himself couldn't recognize and wouldn't even be able to sign for a bank card.

The young lady quickly put away the notebook, and fearing he would ask more questions, she changed the subject while twirling a strand of hair with her fingers: "What are you doing here?"

Fang Bie clicked on a webpage that was playing the Oscars ceremony, along with live comments from that day and commentary from several domestic guest directors.

Xu Kuangfu was one of them.

Looking at the older generation director who keeps expressing his envy, and the interesting comments in the live chat.

Fang Bie rested his hands on his chin, fingers interlaced: "I was just thinking about a few things. Why do the comments on the live stream feel so different from how we usually talk?"

Not only that, but also the essence of bullet comments.

Fang Bie wasn't someone who didn't watch live streams in his previous life.

However, the comments on the live streams and videos he watched were filled with a lot of repetitive phrases.

For example, "666666666".

for example"?????".

There are also some extremely embarrassing, chuunibyou (middle school syndrome) and idiotic meaningless bullet comments, such as "The lightning that dances at your fingertips is my undying faith in this life".

Aside from affecting the viewing experience, Fang Bie doesn't think these bullet comments have any other use.

Su Mulin said calmly, "The internet is a channel for venting. People can do things there that they dare not or cannot do in real life."

For example, she engaged in a fierce battle with someone for three hundred rounds in videos related to Fang Bie and Fang Bie movies.

"Is that so...?" Fang Bie said expressionlessly, "But I have another question."

"Why do they need commentators for the Oscars live stream? It's not like a football or basketball game."

Although it was quite amusing to watch Xu Kuangfu constantly being jealous, Fang Bie still felt a little smug when others kept making fun of him.

After all, the darker you are, the lower the chances of your movie succeeding.

This Director Xu Kuangfu seems to be a self-proclaimed critic.

Yes, he's a good person.

The young lady frowned slightly, filled with disgust for Xu Kuangfu: "Isn't this how the Oscars are always broadcast live in China? But the guests invited this time are really not very good."

"I think it's pretty good, it's just that this method is a bit different from what I know." Fang Bie actually found it quite interesting.

After all, his previous life's Oscar broadcasts weren't like football or basketball commentary.

It looks quite funny.

"By the way, what did you want to see me about?"

"Didn't we say we'd have a meeting today? Liu Mang and the others are all here."

"Really? Sorry, I was playing games... and I lost track of time thinking about the new movie."

To be precise, he spent the entire week playing video games.

The drastically modified script was completed in just two or three hours.

But the young lady, unaware of what was happening, exclaimed, her eyes lighting up, "There's a result?"

"It feels like it's in place." Fang Bie stood up, grabbing the script as he did so. "Let's go, time for a meeting!"

"Why don't you take a break first? The meeting can be held tomorrow."

"No need, there's no need to make everyone wait for me alone."

The sooner we finish filming, the better. I have so many houses at home that are waiting for me to cook.

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

Blue sky, white clouds, and bright sunshine.

The weather has warmed up in April, and people have taken off their winter clothes and put on lighter spring and autumn outfits.

This is a great time for outdoor activities, such as spring outings and barbecues.

But none of this concerns Fang Bie; he's currently busy in a meeting.

It was the same meeting room, and the same group of people.

However, everyone was in much better spirits this time, and everyone's face was beaming with joy.

Seeing that everyone was quite happy, Liu Mang and his group were still holding onto the two little golden statues, probably sleeping with them every night.

Fang Bie was happy for them too.

That way, at least if their next movie fails as planned, they won't have to worry about food and drink.

"Since everyone is so happy, I'll tell you something even happier."

Liu Mang perked up: "Old Fang, are you getting ready to shoot a new movie?"

"We do have that plan, but we'll talk about it later." Fang Bie smiled slightly. "The first thing I want to talk about today is that our CEO Su has announced that he plans to give everyone a raise."

He looked at Su Mulin.

Su Mulin nodded: "That's right. 'Captain China' grossed over 1 billion yuan at the box office and 17 million US dollars overseas, totaling about 1.1 billion yuan. After accounting, our final net profit was 170 million yuan. So, after discussing it with Fang Bie, we decided to give everyone a raise."

The young lady paused for a moment, then smiled slightly: "I've decided to increase everyone's salary tenfold. From now on, everyone's monthly salary will be 30,000. We'll also share profits with everyone after the movie makes a profit, so you can rest assured."

She is not short of money, nor does she need much money, especially after the success of this movie.

What she wants is to continue to be successful, and then debut as a movie actress and singer.

Moreover, she also hoped that Fang Bie would continue to succeed.

Therefore, she will not let go of these talents, as they will all contribute to Fang Bie's future success.

"Huh?! Thirty thousand?!"

Fang made others dumbfounded.

He thought it would at most double to six thousand, but it turned out to be ten times more...

This spoiled young lady who doesn't know the value of food... truly doesn't understand the hardship of making money.

However, before he could object, others objected first.

Liu Mang and the others exchanged glances. He stood up and said, "We don't accept this. It's too high. We'll only accept a monthly salary of three thousand for the next year."

Fang blurted out, "Are you all sick?"