How did I become famous?

Fang Bie genuinely felt that they were all sick.

The boss doesn't care about making money; he just raises wages tenfold at a time.

The employee isn't thinking about making more money, and actually refused?

What else could this be but a mental illness?

Liu Mang pushed up his glasses: "We feel that we've already made a movie, so instead of incurring unnecessary expenses, we should spend the money wisely. We can talk about salary later."

Fang laughed in exasperation: "Are you the boss? Why can't you consider things from the employees' perspective?"

In his past life, he was annoyed by employees who thought from the boss's perspective.

Are you willing to endure hardship? Are you willing to strive? Are you willing to consider the company's success as your own success?

Don't they even consider whether the company is paying them enough?

You work your butt off to make money for your boss, and then your boss buys a new Rolls-Royce, but he won't even lend it to you!

Some bosses said they were willing to work overtime and struggle alongside their employees.

Of course he has no problem! He's making money for himself!

What about the employees? They didn't even get overtime pay!

Liu Mang scratched his chubby face: "Old Fang, you've got a few things wrong. First, we're not short of money right now. Second, this is truly a project we're all working on together. We want recognition, and profit comes second. Besides, President Su already said we'll get a share of the profits from the later movies."

Fang opened his mouth, but ultimately said nothing.

He saw light in the eyes of Liu Mang and his ilk.

That was a ray of hope; they were all people with dreams.

Fang Bie also has dreams, it's just that everyone's dreams are different.

His dream is to work hard to collect rent every single day of the year.

"Alright, let's move on to the next thing." Fang Bei turned her head and asked, "What's the next thing?"

Su Mulin, a current high school girl who was temporarily acting as a secretary, calmly opened her notebook: "Many singers' managers or agencies have contacted us to commission songs. What do you think, Fang Bie?"

"No, I don't have time, I'm not writing." Fang waved his hand. "Next."

Just kidding!

Why do all sorts of random people come to me asking me to write songs?

My inventory was already quite low, and I estimate that Miss Su will have to replenish most of it for me.

He'd keep these songs in case he couldn't rent out the house later and could sell them for some money to tide him over; he wasn't going to give them away so easily now.

Su Mulin nodded and turned to the next page: "There's an interview with you in three days, and I've already arranged it for you."

"Why would I accept the call? I'm focused solely on work; right now, all I can think about is the next movie, I have absolutely no other free time!"

Right now, all he thinks about is collecting rent and being a landlord; there's nothing else on his mind!

And wouldn't going on an interview make you famous?

Should we also promote our plans for the next movie?

Otherwise, they would immediately see that you're just slacking off.

But this went against Fang Bie's goals, so he simply stopped accepting any interviews.

We've been promoted to more than ten media outlets this week.

"This time is different." Su Mulin nudged his arm. "This time it's an exclusive interview with you by my second brother's company. Actually, it's an exclusive interview with you by two media outlets, one of which is my second brother and the other is an official media outlet."

"Official media?"

Before Fang could speak, Liu Mang became anxious: "Old Fang, I know you're dedicated to art, but you definitely can't refuse this! Putting aside the publicity, we can't afford to offend the official media."

Fang Bie also knew that this was something he couldn't avoid.

Putting aside Su Erge's reputation, it's normal for official media to come for an exclusive interview, after all, it's the first Chinese-language film to win an award other than the Oscar for Best Foreign Language Film.

"Alright, alright, I agree." Fang Bie rubbed his temples. "Let's move on to the next thing."

The young lady turned to the next page: "Well, the next thing is the collaboration with director Tom Smith."

"After negotiations, Columbia Pictures ultimately spent $70 million to acquire the adaptation rights to 'Captain China,' and director Tom Cruise will helm the film, making it a 'Captain America' movie. The initial budget is reportedly between $150 million and $200 million. If it performs well at the box office and with critics, they will launch a 'superhero' series. Fang Bie, you're their consultant. I've given them your contact information. They'll contact you with any questions, so remember to answer them carefully—they're being paid!"

What else could Fang Bie say?

He just wanted to slap himself.

Originally, after the Oscars, I was invited to visit Tom.

"I'm just a guest, but Tom insists on discussing 'superhero movies' with me."

Tom said at the time that although the movie had ushered in a new era, there were still some problems, and he always felt that something was missing.

Fang Bie was a bit dazed from being forced to drink so much red wine, and as a result, he blurted out a lot of things he shouldn't have said.

for example......

"Super Soldier Serum not working? Human physical limits not impressive enough? That's easy! Create an even stronger character!"

"For example, if an ant's strength is several times its own, then let's create an Ant-Man whose strength is also several times its own."

"How about we make a Spider-Man who swings around on webs? And Batman, Catwoman, and all sorts of other weird stuff?"

"If that doesn't work, make a Superman, the kind who gets stronger by sunbathing."

"Not enough? Then let's make a bald caped hero, the kind who can take down anything with one punch."

Fang said a lot of things like that.

Tom became more and more excited as he listened, and he almost wished he could come to China right away with Fang Bie.

Su Mulin told him about this the next day after he sobered up.

When Fang found out, he wanted to slap himself.

These things weren't even mine to begin with. Fanfiction is killing off the original work, isn't it...?

It seems I can't shake off the title of "father of superheroes."

He was still sighing when the young lady said, "The next thing is about your new movie."

Su Mulin raised her chin: "I'll ask you one more time, are you sure you want to make an art film?"

"It's confirmed, and it's a big-budget art film."

Fang Bie is of course certain!

How can I fulfill my promise to Old Man Su if I don't make art films?

They say once is never twice, and since I messed up the first time, I can't let this hard-won second chance slip away.

Moreover, this time I'm going to dig into that so-called "deep meaning," something dark, brutal, and tragic.

Anyway, the main character is bound to die in the end.

Then they add some embellishments to make others think that this isn't an art film, but just a pretentious, self-indulgent movie.

That other goal has been achieved.

"A big production..." Su Mulin nodded. "I told you before, I'd give you everything you want for your next movie. Tell me, how much budget do you want?"

Fang thought for a moment: "One hundred million?"

Leave some for the young lady to pay Liu Mang and the others their salaries.

Complete the rest!

The young lady shook her head: "I'll give you two hundred million."

Liu Mang muttered to himself, "What kind of art film needs such a high budget..."

"That's none of your business. I trust Fang Bie won't let me down," the young lady replied calmly, then fixed her clear black and white eyes on Fang Bie. "Right?"

Fang Bie dared not look into her eyes.

He was afraid he would change his mind.

"Anyway, the script is here. You can read it first and then discuss it." He handed the script to Liu Mang.

This time, he was cautious and wanted to see how Liu Mang and the others would react after reading the script.

He needs to revise the script based on the feedback.

If it's universally praised, then he'll have to rewrite the script!

If everyone is pessimistic... then that's perfectly fine! Just follow this approach!

Liu Mang took the script and studied it carefully for a long time.

Twenty minutes later, he handed the script to the next person, then looked at Fang Bie and said seriously, "Old Fang, I don't think this script is good. How about we revise it again?"

Fang Bie was overjoyed and immediately declared, "No! This is the movie I want! Let's go with this one!"

No problem! This time it's a sure thing!