How did I become famous?

Even after returning to Fangmu Film and Television Company in Hengdian, Fang Bie's mind was still in a daze.

There's no way around it. If someone who used to earn 5,000 yuan a month were suddenly told that they could live a life where they don't have to do anything and earn more than 700,000 yuan a month, anyone would probably be stunned.

The movie's box office was high, but Fang Bie had no idea what that meant, and besides, all the money was kept by the young lady.

Fang Bie had no idea about the house before.

But this time... he already had a concrete image in his mind.

It was nothing but bright red banknotes.

More than 730,000... If that much money were in cash, I wonder how heavy it would be?

That year it was close to nine million. How much would that be in cash?

Fang didn't know, but he was very interested.

Because he has a strong thirst for knowledge.

But even with such a strong momentum, the profits won't be seen until the new movie's results are released.

That very evening, Liu Mang came over for a free meal.

At the dinner table, Miss Su was clearly not happy.

She was trying to figure out how to chat with Fang Bie a little longer, but then Liu Mang came and ruined things!

The young lady quickly ate a couple of bites of rice, then went back to her room to chat online with her strategist Zhang Xixi and also went on Weibo to argue with the "Fang haters".

After clearing away the dishes, Fang Bie sat on the sofa with a toothpick in his mouth and his legs crossed: "You've finished your meal, so tell me, what's up?"

Liu Mang's chubby face was practically scrunched up in a grin: "Old Fang, how's our relationship going?"

"Isn't it a teacher-student relationship? You pay my tuition, and I'll teach you how to write songs." Seeing the young lady return to her room, Fang Bie couldn't help but light a cigarette.

Liu Mang looked on with envy, then took a cigarette from Fang Bie, lit it, and took a deep drag, grimacing in pain.

"Sucking so hard...aren't you afraid of choking to death?" Fang Bie felt nauseous looking at his expression.

So he put out his cigarette after only a couple of puffs and asked, "What's the matter?"

"Actually, I have something to ask you." Liu Mang's chubby face wore a fake, ingratiating smile. "Old Fang, could you get me a position on the film set?"

Fang Bie picked at his ear with his little finger, then blew on it in front of him: "Didn't you say you wanted to write a song? Also, I didn't hold it against you for putting yourself in the assistant director's name in the last movie."

"Songwriting... is just a hobby. Actually, my dream is to be a director," Liu Mang continued with a smile.

Fang glanced at him sideways: "What, you want to get rid of me and take my place?"

"No way, I really love movies and want a legitimate reason to learn from you, Lao Fang, in the crew." Liu Mang's fawning almost drove Fang Bie to the brink of collapse.

This fat man is clearly an extremely arrogant person at heart, yet he said such things to Fang Bie...

It's clear how deep this fat man's resentment towards the current film and television industry runs.

Fang Bie understood perfectly well; in fact, he was quite grateful to Liu Mang, and even admired him.

Regardless of its own purpose, if we take a step back and look at it, "Captain China" is indeed a particularly outstanding film.

This film actually came from Liu Mang's hands.

His talent was something Fang Bie himself couldn't even dream of matching.

Moreover, even if he went to write songs, he could do quite well, which shows how talented this fat guy must be.

Fang Bie sighed: "Fatty, what's our relationship? You don't need to act like this. I've already reserved the executive director position for you on 'Shadow of Light'."

What does an executive director do?

It is the director in charge of on-site filming work under the title of general director.

The executive director is primarily responsible for ensuring the smooth operation of the set, guaranteeing that filming proceeds according to the shooting schedule, and creating daily call sheets.

He was responsible for preparing all the shooting plans and tasks, and breaking down the script into segments.

He was responsible for working with the director to make good use of time and supervising and ensuring that all other job roles could carry out their work according to the schedule.

His other duties include overseeing shooting schedules, labor contracts, ensuring on-set safety, and co-managing the budget with the production manager. He is usually the leader of the directing team and sometimes even calls "Action" for the director.

In a typical film crew, the staff usually treat the executive director as if they were the actual film director.

All of the above information was found online by other parties.

This is exactly what he needs!

If Liu Mang is the executive director, what else does Fang Bie do besides occasionally talking about the play and sometimes about the shooting of specific classic scenes?

You don't have to do anything!

All he needs to do on set is to keep a firm grasp of the overall direction and guide the film in the direction he wants.

Quite expensive!

But Liu Mang was deeply moved.

Old Fang... trusts me so much...

He took a deep breath, nodded, and said calmly, "Okay, I understand. Since you've asked me to be the executive director, let's get down to business."

He was truly moved.

But men don't need to say anything when they're moved, nor do they need to show it.

Just do it well.

Liu Mang's gaze was firm: "Old Fang, we should talk about the storyboard."

"Storyboard?" Fang Bie scratched his cheek. "Is that important?"

"It's very important." Liu Mang's chubby face was serious. "With storyboards, the crew can grasp the visual feel that the director wants, the cinematographer can know how to shoot from different angles, and the actors can roughly know how to act."

"Didn't you guys make a really good film like 'Captain China' before? You didn't even have storyboards."

"That's because you trusted us. To be honest, we're quite glad that you were able to capture the feeling you wanted in the end. But this movie can't rely on that. After all, you can get lucky once, but you can't be that lucky every time."

Fang Bie's eyes lit up.

He thought Liu Mang made a good point!

It's impossible for a movie to go from being a flop to a huge hit through a series of coincidences, right?

This world may be magical, but it doesn't make sense to be this magical, does it?

However, Fang Bie also knew his own limitations. If he really handed everything over to Liu Mang, given their abilities, it would probably be another cool and blockbuster movie.

That doesn't make sense. What I, Fang, want is for both art and commerce to wither, not for both to flourish.

Therefore, Liu Mang's suggestion is correct.

If Fang Bie only draws storyboards and provides guidance, and then lets the movie follow his control, given his actual skill level, this movie is likely to flop.

That way he can be true to his conscience, since he did put in a lot of effort, but that's just his true skill level.

It's definitely not for that kind of money that you can earn by lying down and getting seven or eight hundred thousand yuan a month!

"Okay, I'll draw the storyboard. You can come and pick it up in three days."

Liu Mang expressed skepticism: "The storyboard for an entire movie, such a huge workload... you can finish it in three days?"

Could this be a rough sketch of a stick figure to fool yourself...?

Fang Bie scoffed, "What a joke! I used to draw concept art for game companies. You think I can't finish this in three days?"

This was when his confidence was at its peak.

After all, I've found my major.

You should know that in his previous life, he was known as "Yusuke Komura" or "Ken Obata II" in the game company of his original world.

Liu Mang was skeptical: "Alright, I'll come back in three days to pick up the storyboard."

Oh well, a stick figure is fine, as long as it's recognizable as a person.

Storyboards don't need to be that detailed.

"Go ahead, go ahead."

Three days later—

Looking up at Fang Bie, who looked tired and had dark circles under his eyes, he looked down at the thick stack of storyboards in his hand.

She looked up at him again, then looked down at the manuscript.

Liu Mang asked in surprise, "Old Fang, are you drawing storyboards or comics? I think our company could expand its business to include publishing comics."

P.S.: I'd like to recommend my older brother, Dream Catcher's, new book, "The Real Doomsday Game".

Honestly, I think he's suited to writing about the apocalypse, after all, that's how he started out as a monk after the apocalypse.

There aren't many post-apocalyptic novels on Dianping these days, and this one, to be honest, is quite good.