How did I become famous?

The sun is rising, and it's not too hot in the summer morning.

The bars lining both sides of the street were not yet open, but the numerous printing shops were all open.

Looking at the gilded characters "Fang Mu Film and Television Company" on the two-story building, Fang Bie, with a cigarette dangling from his lips, fell into deep thought.

How should a movie be made?

He genuinely didn't know.

"What's wrong?"

Su Mulin came out.

Fang Bie didn't look at her: "The rent here must be expensive."

Two floors, totaling several hundred square meters of space.

Not to mention the upscale interior design and the pile of rosewood and huanghuali furniture.

"It's free." Su Mulin twirled a strand of hair between her fingers, her expression nonchalant. "This used to be my brother's office. I told him about it before, and then he transferred it to me."

All she had to do was get a new GG card.

"Also, smoking is harmful to your health."

Ha, you think I'd listen to you?

Fang blew out a puff of smoke, then casually stubbed out his cigarette on the trash can.

"When are you going to that film crew?"

He lost interest in asking about the prices there.

To be honest, he was actually very dissatisfied.

The reason for my dissatisfaction is that the environment here is too nice.

They're clearly here to make bad movies, why bother making it so nice?

However, the film crew will still go.

It wasn't for any ending theme song selection, but to see how other people filmed it.

That's right, even if someone wants to make bad movies, the prerequisite is that you have to know how to make them, right?

Old Su did say he should make bad movies, but at least he should be able to fool Su Mulin.

If Su Mulin knew that he actually didn't know how to make movies, how would he explain it to Lao Su?

No.

Su Mulin had no idea that he had so many thoughts running through his mind.

Seeing that he looked like he hadn't woken up yet, the girl with long, straight black hair frowned slightly: "I know you don't like those kinds of places, but after all, it's a big production crew, and they have a lot of influence in the industry."

"Uh-huh."

Seeing Fang Bie's perfunctory attitude, Su Mulin's expression softened: "Can't you at least give me some face?"

"That's definitely no problem." Fang Bie nodded.

"Then why don't you go change your clothes?"

"Huh?" Fang Bie was taken aback. "What clothes?"

He looked down.

The white cotton T-shirt had the words "Invincible" embroidered on it.

She wore khaki slim-fit casual pants.

She was wearing a pair of white casual running shoes.

If you ignore his ordinary face, he's a tall and handsome guy.

Fang Bie didn't think there was anything wrong with it.

"Change what?"

"Formal attire, formal attire!" Su Mulin's forehead veins bulged. "Can't you dress more formally for formal occasions?"

Fang Bie spread his hands: "I don't have any formal attire. I didn't bring my suit."

He was referring to the outfit he bought from Taobao for two or three hundred yuan when he was a groomsman at his friend's wedding.

"I bought it for you." Su Mulin pointed to the room, "Your bedroom is the one on the west side of the second floor. I put it in the closet."

"Bought it yesterday?" Fang Bie asked suspiciously. "How did you know my size?"

"I saw it when I was doing laundry." Su Mulin's eyes darted around. "Go change quickly!"

Don't try to reason with an angry woman, even if she's only seventeen.

Fang shrugged and went upstairs to change his clothes.

Ten minutes later, Fang Bie came out from inside.

Su Mulin's eyes lit up, and a smile curved her lips: "You really suit this style."

The man standing before her was Fang Bie, who was wearing a white fitted suit.

With his 1.8-meter height and well-proportioned figure, he really suits this outfit.

Add to that the white casual leather shoes on her feet, and she's only two points away from what Su Mulin considers perfect.

One thing was his unkempt hair.

Another point is that he wasn't wearing a tie.

Where's your tie?

Leather shoes are not as comfortable as casual running shoes, and this suit made Fang Bie feel really uncomfortable.

"Wearing a suit in the summer is already excessive, and you want me to wear a tie too?"

He didn't ask about the price.

He just looked at the brands: a Tironi suit, Kent shoes, and a Tironi tie.

Tironi's clothes start at five figures.

This outfit fits his body so perfectly; it's clearly custom-made. As for the price... he didn't even bother asking.

However, he had just secretly searched online for the price of that tie.

One thousand seven hundred and fifty.

Well, it's just a tie.

However, none of these are reasons why he doesn't wear a tie.

The truth is, it's because he simply doesn't know how to tie a tie.

If you mention wearing a red scarf, he might remember something.

Of course, how could his thoughts possibly escape the notice of the wise, long-haired girl?

Su Mulin took the tie from his hand and carefully straightened it for him.

Smelling the faint jasmine scent so close at hand, Fang Bie couldn't help but rub his itchy nose: "The shampoo smells nice."

"Looks like you haven't had enough of the police station yet." Su Mulin continued to straighten his tie without looking at him.

But her burning ears had already betrayed her.

After tidying up, Su Mulin took two steps back, rested one hand on her chin, and frowned slightly.

She was very confident in her choice of outfit, but always felt that something was off.

After looking at him for a while, her eyes lit up. She then stepped forward and took off Fang Bie's tie, and then unbuttoned the top button of his shirt to reveal his collarbone.

"That feels much better."

The combination of a suit, tie, and white leather shoes is indeed very good, but it requires a slicked-back hairstyle and perhaps even a pair of wire-rimmed glasses.

That was Su Mulin's ideal version of the other.

However, his current short, choppy hair doesn't quite suit him.

A slightly casual look suits him better.

Thinking of this, Su Mulin reached into Fang Bie's left suit pocket, took out a Liqun cigarette, and put it in his mouth. Then, feeling something was wrong, he adjusted the position of the cigarette.

It looks perfect.

Although Fang Bie wasn't the kind of handsome guy who would stand out at first glance, he had long, sparse eyebrows, a high nose bridge, and perfectly spaced eyes.

To put it simply, the overall appearance is very harmonious, and the facial features are well-proportioned.

Generally, this kind of man isn't the kind of handsome guy who can immediately amaze others, but with a little grooming, he can exude masculine charm.

Fang Bie found it quite amusing that a seventeen-year-old girl would be so earnest: "It's one thing to put on and take off your tie, but you'd even offer to let me smoke?"

"I didn't say you could smoke." Su Mulin frowned, then took out her phone. "Stand still."

She took a picture of Fang Bie with a cigarette in his mouth and a slight smile in his eyes, then took the unlit cigarette from his mouth and threw it into the trash can: "I knew you'd keep your cigarettes in your left pocket. Don't smoke anymore."

That's impossible.

"We'll go through the formalities in a bit, and then you can have a cigarette to calm down, but only one."

Su Mulin turned around and walked towards the blue Bentley parked by the roadside. Her bodyguard, Yan Shuangying, was already sitting in the driver's seat.

"Just going through the motions?" Fang chuckled. "Or are you planning some kind of shady operation?"

"Isn't this only natural?" Su Mulin turned around, her expression surprised. "My brother is the presiding judge this time. What's wrong with appointing you?"

In fact, she would never stoop to doing such a thing.

It's just that because of Fang Bie's lyrics and her composition, she really couldn't be bothered to compare herself with others.

She felt that others were not good enough for her.

Moreover, she also had Fang Bie's poem "Pipa Xing".

Another reason is that she knows Fang Bie's personality; he simply can't be bothered to participate in such occasions.

So she quickly took Fang Bie through the formalities so that he could come back and rest.

After all, he spent the whole night at the police station and hasn't had a proper rest yet.

Fang touched the cigarette pack in his pocket, but ultimately didn't take it out.

Let's listen to her for now...