How did I become famous?

"Fang Bie is really rich now."

"It was just good luck. With the investment from the Su Group, I was able to make 'Captain China'."

"Exactly, that movie was a complete waste of my forty yuan. I'll have to give it a piece of my mind when we meet. It's just a popcorn movie that was made by throwing money at it. What's so great about it?"

"What, are you planning to put on airs and say a few words to him later?"

"Back then, I was his boss, and I always called him Xiao Fang. He called me Brother Tian. What's wrong with teaching him a few words of criticism?"

"But he's quite good at putting on airs, and he even timed his arrival perfectly. It's true that important people have bad memories."

"They're just trying to show off after turning over a new leaf, what else can they do?"

Inside the hotel, the lemons on my classmate's table were so sour they were practically bursting at the seams.

Back in college, Fang Bie was particularly inconspicuous. Who among you here isn't better than him?

When Chen Yan was with him, there were a lot of people behind her back who thought it was a case of "a beautiful flower stuck in dog feces."

Fortunately, they were dumped after only a few months, which they took for granted.

After graduation, everyone did much better than Fang Bie, and in the last few months, Fang Bie has become famous all over the country...

This made everyone feel resentful.

You were so much worse off than us back then, but we never thought we were any worse off than you. So why are you doing better than us now? Just because you're lucky?

However, just as they were rubbing their hands together, determined to regain their pride in front of Fang Bie, Fang Bie arrived...

"Sorry, sorry, there was a traffic jam on the way." Fang Bie walked over with Su Mulin with a smile. "This Bentley is really no good. I'm afraid of damaging it if I buy it. Please don't buy it in the future. I'm just helping everyone avoid this pitfall."

Lin Yitian sat there and watched coldly.

Haha, he really came back to show off.

Of course, back in school, they would call me "Brother Tian" all the time, but now that they've made it big, they don't even bother to say hello.

It's truly a case of a petty person getting their way.

He glanced at Bai Ran, the fat man diagonally across from him.

That fat guy was the one who shouted the loudest earlier, saying he wanted to give Fang a hard time.

Lin Yitian's lips curled slightly. Once Bai Ran went first, the rest of them would naturally follow.

Let's see how you manage to save face then.

Under everyone's gaze, Bai Ran's hands trembled slightly, his face turned red, and his small eyes were filled with excitement.

Then he stood up and rushed forward...

Two chubby hands gripped Fang Bie's hands tightly, his voice trembling: "Director Fang... could you please sign your autograph?"

Fang Bie was taken aback at first, then smiled and said, "No problem, we're all old classmates, no need to be so formal, just call me Xiao Fang. By the way, I remember you, what's your name...?"

"Bai Ran! Brother Fang, you can just call me Xiao Bai! Xiao Ran is fine too!"

Fang gave the young lady, who was biting her lip, a "you see?" look, then smiled and asked, "Where should I sign?"

"Just sign it on my clothes! This is a collaboration between Ottos and a Tiffany designer, Fang Ge, just sign it on my clothes!"

shhhhh--

Fang quickly signed his name.

Looking around at the students who were all standing and no one was sitting, he smiled and asked, "Anyone want an autograph? Or a photo?"

In an instant, the group of classmates forgot about their intention to intimidate him...

"Brother Fang! Can we take a picture together? My girlfriend really likes you!"

"Brother Fang! Me! I want an autograph! And a photo with you!"

"Brother Fang!"

Lin Yitian: "..."

He stood aside with his arms crossed, watching coldly.

What a spineless bunch!

Behind the scenes, it's Xiao Fang; in front of him, it's Brother Fang—so damn real!

I'm different from you guys!

He's just a big director, what's so great about him!

Lin Yitian, whose knees had also suddenly become so stiff that he couldn't sit down, thought to himself, "What's wrong with me?"

After fulfilling everyone's requests for photos and autographs, Fang Bie realized that one person hadn't come over yet.

He smiled slightly and said to Lin Yitian, "This... classmate? Would you like a photo and autograph?"

Fang Bie thought that there were too many people surrounding him and this classmate who looked quite unfamiliar was too embarrassed to come over, so he kindly asked a question.

"Heh, you think I'd want your autograph? You were my underling back then!" Lin Yitian sneered inwardly.

But his jogging legs betrayed him...

"Sure! Brother Fang! I'm Lin Yitian, your roommate! You can just call me Xiaotian!"

He was just as genuine.

Before long, everyone had become familiar with each other.

After all, Fang Bie wasn't pretentious at all.

However, everyone flattered Fang Bie, making it difficult for the atmosphere to be anything but harmonious.

For example, Fang told a joke that was so lame it couldn't be lame, and everyone laughed more than if they had won five million.

Miss Su sat quietly to one side without saying a word.

She really learned a lot today.

Fang Bie... taught her another lesson.

She wanted to support Fang Bie, and even taught Fang Bie what to do along the way.

But did Fang Bie really do anything?

He did nothing, just greeted people with a smile as usual.

and then?

Everyone flatters him.

Because he's handsome?

Of course, that's not the only reason.

It's mainly because of his status.

A director who has attended the Oscars and whose single film grossed over a billion dollars.

He is also the author of two timeless masterpieces that have been included in textbooks.

And he is also the author of "Blue and White Porcelain," which topped the Chinese music charts for two months.

The fact that they didn't rush over and fawn over him already shows how reserved they are.

People are just that realistic.

Before long, it was exactly twelve o'clock.

The wedding ceremony officially began.

Accompanied by the emcee's powerful and resonant voice and the warm music playing in the room, the bride slowly made her entrance, accompanied by her father.

Su Mulin stared in a daze at the figure in the wedding dress on the stage.

After a while, she wanted to turn around and see how Fang Bie would react to seeing his ex-girlfriend get married.

result......

Fang Bie simply kept his head down, eating and drinking, occasionally glancing up at the stage, then smiling and clapping.

He didn't react at all.

After all, Chen Yan was just a stranger to him. If the young lady hadn't reminded him, he would have forgotten even her name.

Seeing the young lady looking over, Fang Bie smiled and said, "What, are you envious?"

These girls just love being touched, especially at weddings.

In her past life, Fang Bie had attended many weddings. No matter what kind of girl she was, she would be deeply moved at someone else's wedding, and some would even cry.

I have absolutely no connection with them...

"Fang Bie, do you prefer a Chinese-style or Western-style wedding?" Su Mulin suddenly asked.

"What I like is irrelevant; the key is what my future partner likes. But I don't plan to get married in the next two years anyway." Fang Bie smiled and asked her in return, "Don't just ask me; what kind of wedding do you like? You girls all seem to like Western-style weddings, right?"

He had a friend in his past life who used to work in the wedding industry, so he knew a little about it.

Most girls still prefer Western-style weddings, and the prices vary greatly from place to place.

For example, in Los Angeles, a high-end wedding costs around 50,000 yuan, and those costing over 100,000 yuan are extremely rare; those are the expenses for the weddings of the wealthy second generation.

But it's different in Zheng County next door. Some high-end weddings there require you to pay 80,000 yuan just to see the planning proposal.

In Los Angeles, you can look at any plan you want.

He was lost in thought, unaware that his question had caused the young lady to overthink things.

What does it mean when he asks me what kind of wedding I like? Is he hinting at something?

Also, what does he mean by saying he doesn't plan to get married within two years?

Is it because I'm only eighteen and won't reach the legal marriage age for another two years?

This... was it really hinting at me?

"I'm fine with anything, as long as I'm with someone I like. Whether it's Chinese or Western, even without the ceremony, I don't mind..." the young lady murmured.

The stain spread from her cheeks to her ears.

Her mind was in turmoil.