Huayu 1999: Starting with nothing but getting something for nothing

It's said that Yang Che tricked Liu Xinmo by mentioning "a man surnamed Han," who is a typical example of "moral and artistic decline" in the Chinese art world. He's a prominent figure in Chinese art, known for works such as the Fuwa mascots, the Monkey King statue, the Guan Yu statue from Jingzhou, and the Hundred Birds Paying Homage to the Phoenix statue from Yuhang...

This person is the same person mentioned in the previous article who suffers from color hunger and megalomania.

The logo, featuring a Tai Chi figure, was designed by Chen Shaohua. A person surnamed Han 'polished' it with a broken brush, and then in the promotional materials, the person surnamed Han became the main creator.

This woman, surnamed Han, is 82 years old and can still have a son.

Oh, at 82 years old in 2018, she was still able to paint while holding her one-year-old son.

When Yang Che was visiting the botanical garden in Lin'an, he saw an art museum named Han and went in to take a look. He happened to hear the museum staff introducing the foreigner: Master Han is an artist who is as famous as Qi Baishi in my country.

Yang Che felt extremely uncomfortable at the time, and from then on, he never spoke ill of the place.

Another friend told me that one of his clients was a friend of Han, and he had the privilege of meeting Han two or three times with his client.

Each time, it deeply shocked him; each time, this client would fawn over the man surnamed Han in various ways.

My friend said that the people around him were showering him with flattery and praise. Tsk tsk, those words were truly chilling. They said that no one could compare to this person surnamed Han, not even Qi Baishi, Xu Beihong, or Zhang Daqian.

Therefore, the art museum staff's statement that he was as famous as Qi Baishi was actually quite modest.

My friend said that watching people praise someone with the surname Han gave him a sense of humor and absurdity, like watching a Stephen Chow movie, and he genuinely held back his laughter the whole time.

What's most impressive is that the man surnamed Han didn't show any discomfort at all. On the contrary, he seemed quite pleased with himself, without even a hint of arrogance. Clearly, in his eyes, those words were just ordinary, commonplace remarks.

In almost every field in China, you can see this kind of person, this alienated "god," and a large group of interest groups around this "god" who live off him.

My friend's client is part of a vested interest group.

My friend knows a few other "gods" like this, one of whom lives off government animation subsidies by using LF Diary.

Their constant topic of conversation is "creating new Chinese art," but they don't understand painting, 3D technology, or even professional terminology.

All the projects they receive, including government projects, private projects, etc., are completed entirely by exploiting their "little friends" who are all graduates of formal art schools. They have an enormous workload and very meager income, and many of them are interns.

Their projects receive massive amounts of funding every year because the leaders ultimately sign off on these "gods'" opinions.

Everyone says that the screenwriting industry exploits newcomers terribly. Be grateful, compared to these feudal circles, the screenwriting industry has already been liberated.

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

Gao Yuanyuan remained silent for a minute before finally regaining her composure. Her voice was a little hoarse, but she said, "What do you want me to do? How can I help you?"

Yang Che's nose instantly stung with tears. It felt like he had been bullied badly outside, but he had gritted his teeth and kept quiet until he returned home and was met with the caring eyes and gentle words of his family.

But he still had to harden his heart.

"If Liu Xinmo uses the media to amplify the impact, Wang Fei will be dragged into it..."

"Will she stand up for you?"

Yang Che hesitated for a moment, but still said, "Given her personality, she will definitely tell. And at that time, public opinion will focus on my relationship with her, and this false accusation plan will be easily foiled."

A tear rolled down Gao Yuanyuan's cheek: "That's why I said in front of the media that we were just acting before."

Yang Che opened his mouth, and finally said, "No, if anyone asks, then it's me who's two-timing, and you're just the victim."

Gao Yuanyuan looked at him quietly: "In that case, Wang Fei will be criticized as a third party. Will she still help you then?"

"One thing at a time, someone like her would do that."

"This is detrimental to your public image; it might actually intensify public dislike towards you..."

Yang Che paused, his eyes pleading, "Then don't say anything. Don't say anything at all. After this happens, I'll explain to your family that this was just a strategy to clear their name of the false accusation and divert public attention."

Gao Yuanyuan felt a bit numb, and his face seemed unfamiliar, sometimes close and sometimes distant.

"Wait, that's not right. Wasn't that on November 30th? Just say I wasn't your girlfriend back then."

"Yuanyuan, I'm sorry."

This was the first time he had apologized; he had never said it to Fan Bingbing before.

Gao Yuanyuan said blankly, "Oh, I guessed right, you and she are really together, and you've never broken up."

"It's broken, but..."

Gao Yuanyuan became excited: "You two just met again, realized you couldn't live without each other, so you got back together. Yang Che, you're amazing! How do you manage three women?"

Yang Che calmed down: "I don't see her often."

Gao Yuanyuan shook her head: "What do you want me to do? What do you want me to do? I'll do whatever you say, just avoid the media, and pretend to be mute if we run into them, right?"

"right."

"And then? She'll be your girlfriend, all right?"

"Her reputation and status are there, and the paparazzi are always watching her. I can't use her name without giving her a proper status. I need to give her a proper title until the storm passes."

"and then?"

"Then I'll 'break up' with her. If you want to get married, then we'll get married."

"What should we do about Little Fatty?"

"Let's talk about it when she doesn't want to focus on her career anymore."

Gao Yuanyuan looked away: "Yang Che, my mind is a bit muddled. Can you let me think about it by myself? Why don't you go and discuss it with Wang Fei too?"

"Yuanyuan..."

Gao Yuanyuan stood up and said impatiently, "Ugh, why don't you go take care of your business? Don't worry, I'm not leaving, I definitely won't leave."

"Thanks."

Yang Che paused for a moment, then got up and left Courtyard No. 8. He really needed to talk to Wang Fei.

"Where are you? Let's talk."

"I can't worry about that now."

"Someone accused me of rape on November 30th, the time we were together before you went to Japan. I just came out of the police station, so you are my alibi."

"Holy crap, really? Where's my house...?"

"I'll be there soon, bye."

"Tsk."

Wang Fei took the phone off his ear, looked at Dou Ying and La Ying playing with Tongtong on the sofa, and rubbed his forehead. What was going on here?

When Yang Che arrived at Jialin Garden, he only saw Wang Fei.

Without wasting any words, he recounted what had happened.

To Yang Che's surprise, Wang Fei looked at him and said, "You're really no good. That girl is completely devoted to you."