Generation Z Artists

Chapter 119: Causes in the previous life, results in this life

"In fact, my questions are basically on the same level, but your answers are different and profound."

Zhao Yao seemed like a different person, praising Fang Xinghe with all his might.

"I didn't expect such a profound viewpoint. You have completely ruined my plan."

Fang Xinghe was also very interested in his original idea, so he asked, "How did you originally plan to write about cultural power?"

Zhao Yao replied honestly: "Originally, I planned to make you a benchmark for the younger generation of the mainland, to dig out some common characteristics of the young people of the mainland from you, and then to define your generation of young people in line with the context of the times..."

“Label it.”

Fang Xinghe's words were concise and to the point.

"Cough cough!"

Zhao Yao started to cough tactically again, and then said, "It's very vivid. But this is the only way for a personal interview.

You know, the style of Time magazine is to tend to focus on grand topics, and anything grand will seem one-sided when it comes to an individual.

Moreover, interviewing celebrities is different from interviewing politicians and businessmen. It is our job to determine the topic for celebrities. However, when most of the interview content cannot be used, we can only dig out the necessary points from the usual responses through guidance and shaping. "

Fang Xinghe looked at him with a half-smile and asked, "Is the interview with Fang Long and Gong Huang also normal?"

"Forehead……"

Zhao Yao felt very uncomfortable when asked this question.

Given his original character, it is impossible for him to tell the truth on such an issue.

But when he considered that the remaining few issues still required Fang Xinghe's high degree of cooperation in order to create sufficiently intense and exciting sparks, he gritted his teeth.

"My eldest brother is not very good at expressing himself, and he is actually very humble. He worked his way up from the bottom, you know, so the theme of Asia's Heroes was well chosen, but the final result was a bit superficial.

As for Gong Huang, the subject matter of The Goddess of Chinese Cinema itself was problematic, and the interview failed to strike a good balance between the role and herself. In the end, it was just a condescending praise from Westerners.

You are right to dislike Westerners. Actually, I don’t like them either.

How can they understand the reality and culture of Asia?

The headquarters of Time has always firmly controlled the editing rights of the Asian edition, and only handed over matters such as advertising, distribution, and marketing to our TOM Group. This time, if it weren’t for the second son’s full efforts, the American editorial team would still come here, and it would definitely not produce much good results..."

Good guy!
I'm just a good guy.

Fang Xinghe looked up in astonishment, looking Zhao Yao up and down, marveling at him.

Gao Hua, a nice guy with a yellow skin and a white heart, is really standing on the same side with me? It's outrageous...

But if you think about it carefully, he should be so utilitarian, right?

In the face of money and career, what does it matter if I have an American father? I, Zhao Fengxian, stabbed my adoptive father.

"You are so interesting..."

Fang Xinghe pointed out to him that he should laugh when necessary, without being polite at all.

But the more he did so, the more willing Zhao Gulas was.

"It's the truth. We are intellectuals from the mainland, and we don't mind seeking truth from facts."

Okay, okay, I succeeded in transforming you, right?

Fang Xinghe laughed in silence, and then asked with interest: "Second Young Master actually interfered in your little matter? And how did he know me?"

"I don't know about that."

Zhao Yao shook his head, puzzled. "Maybe it's because he likes your articles, too? Everyone knows that he was also known for being a rebellious person in his early years."

impossible.

Fang Xinghe immediately rejected his answer in his heart.

The second son of the Li family is not a person who likes reading very much, but the one from the Huo family is almost the same.

What could it be? QQ?
Fang Xinghe guessed right, it was indeed because of QQ.

Mr. Ma had been looking for people everywhere to help him attract investment, and later Fang Xinghe invested, but his friends' activities did not stop.

So, Lin Jianhuang still contacted Mr. Li Er.

Many people in later generations speculated that it was the friendship between Xiao Ma Ge’s father and the Li family that led to the investment. However, they were wrong. It was actually Mr. Lin who helped to make the connection and thus obtained 1.6% of the intermediary shares of Tengxun.

The second young master was not interested in QQ at first, but after learning more about it and knowing that Tengxun had just received a small investment, he ignored it and decided to put it aside for the time being.

As a result, at the beginning of this year, the QQ version was updated and the QQ Show function was launched, which achieved a break-even point in one fell swoop and even had spare money to continue expanding the server. Li Er became completely interested.

He didn't want the loss-making QQ, but he was attracted by the QQ that had found a profit model, but he ignored it.

So, when he learned from his friends that the idea of turning Tengxun from loss to profit actually came from a young idol, he became very interested in Fang Xinghe.

This kind of interest is not about doing something, but about wanting to have a comprehensive understanding and make a move.

That's why Zhao Yao made this trip. Otherwise, the person who came to see Fang Xinghe would definitely be a more arrogant pure Westerner.

"Does Master Li have any instructions for you?"

Fang Xinghe asked casually.

Zhao Yao hesitated for a moment, and replied half-truthfully: "I didn't see the Second Young Master in person, but he called me to give me some advice: interview him well, be comprehensive, and in-depth. I'm very curious about the child."

"Oh."

Fang Xinghe basically understood what this meant, which was that there was something else going on.

As for their family... Mr. Fang didn't want to comment.

As the head of a troll army, he has seen too many flattering, high-handed, and extremely utilitarian faces, and feels a little desensitized. When they don't provoke him, he is too lazy to care, too lazy to pay attention, or even open the microphone.

How much time and energy would it take to scold them all one by one?

Therefore, when Brother Fang speaks on the microphone, he only criticizes the phenomenon and rarely targets a specific person. The two have different meanings.

Criticizing Yangshuo is a semi-exception, because if the girl is not sent back, the entire Beijing circle will be arrogant.

On the contrary, the Li family is not worthy of letting Fang Xinghe speak exclusively, because they have no cultural influence, and the bad things they do are neither spreadable nor easy to replicate - if they want to sell something on a commercial level, there are really few people who are worthy of it, and everyone who can reach that position has a scale in their hearts. They cannot be influenced by anyone, nor can they influence others.

So whether they are a family of loyal martyrs or British aristocrats, they are people and things that the country should worry about, and Mr. Fang has no intention of paying attention to them.

Instead of trying to get involved in everything, it is better to change something in your own track.

Mr. Fang is very focused. He takes a cold-eyed attitude towards bad things that do not directly affect him and does not abuse his anger.

"Okay, next question, where are we?"

Zhao Yao raised his hand to signal to start recording again, and hurriedly replied: "How to combine the understanding of faith with one's own actual behavior. What I want to explore is, um, do you have any practical experience with Mr. Wang Yangming's unity of knowledge and action? But this question is a little deeper, you should understand what I mean, right?"

Understand, don’t be so profound, so stream-of-consciousness.

A good interview should have both deep enough thought depth and easy-to-understand real-life examples. Only when they are combined together can it be three-dimensional and full.

Fang Xinghe thought about it and replied easily: "The unity of knowledge and action is also a super complex proposition. Today I simply won't talk about it. I will just talk about my practical application of my own ideas."

Zhao Yao was overjoyed: "Yes, yes, that's exactly what I mean. Flow naturally from the high point of belief to the end point of practice, so that readers will realize that you are not just a boaster, but you have both knowledge and practice. Only in this way can it have a good enough effect."

"That's quite complicated to explain. So, let me give you two points."

"Okay, I'm all ears."

Fang Xinghe raised his right index finger and his expression became slightly more serious.

“What I believe determines what I consciously approach, and my ideology determines what I do and say, so we can now circle back to the previous topic - my somewhat overly violent hate speech.

I won't make things difficult for you. I will simply not mention anything that is inconvenient to include.

I just want to talk about the starting point of my cultural war. "

Zhao Yao was a great supporting actor. He asked at the right time: "Do you feel extremely angry about the current cultural environment in mainland China? Or do you feel deeply distressed, grieving their misfortune and being angry at their lack of resistance?"

"Great anger..."

Fang Xinghe pondered for a moment, carefully identified it, and shook his head slightly.

"It's not that level of anger, but it's not extreme, and this anger is actually very scattered, not directed at a certain group, field, or class."

"Huh?" Zhao Yao raised his eyebrows in surprise. "This doesn't seem to be the same as what I know. Haven't you always been extremely dissatisfied with those media people who lean towards the West?"

"No, no, no." Fang Xinghe shook his head and waved his hands, saying solemnly: "There is nothing wrong with leaning to the West. I have never said that leaning to the West is a sin, not even once."

"what?!"

Zhao Yao was completely confused. He frowned and tried hard to recall, trying to find counter-evidence in Fang Xinghe's case.

Of course, nothing was found.

In the end, he could only give up and give up the initiative: "So, your complete point is..."

Fang Xinghe carefully chose his words and expressed his most important core point as a youth cultural leader - these were not emotional words for fans to hear, but objective arguments that could truly serve as guiding principles for youth thinking in the new era.

The leader of the navy knows it very well: you can be chaotic, angry, and irrational about other things, but you cannot be biased about this thing.

Because his influence is so great now, he must distinguish between emotional remarks and core ideas.

In other words, I can be willful when I need to be willful, but I must let everyone know that I am willful; and I must be serious when I need to be serious, and I must also let everyone know that I am not joking about this. Now is the time to be serious.

“Since modern times, it is not wrong to admire the West in thought, lean towards the West in mentality, and learn from the West in action.

Far from being a mistake, it is actually an excellent supplement to our independent path.

All along, I have only emphasized that the cultural core and historical heritage of Chinese civilization are far stronger than Western civilization. I have never said that the current Western civilization itself is not worth mentioning. That is not true.

Objectively speaking, they are indeed far ahead now, with a developed economy, influential culture, and continuous technological innovation.

Facing such a powerful opponent, it is normal to learn from them or even look up to them. What is there to criticize or get angry about?

The thought of great men has repeatedly stressed the importance of taking the enemy seriously tactically. If we are so immodest and so arrogant, we will not deserve the ultimate victory.

So, I can accept objectively talking about the good of the West, objectively talking about our shortcomings, and calling on us to learn from them.

I even think that this voice must exist. Once this voice disappears completely, it will be our most dangerous moment.”

Zhao Yao was stunned.

Really, my eyes were so wide open that they almost hit my feet.

Damn you, you’re Fang Xinghe!

It's a cultural butcher!

He is the modern descendant of extreme revenge ideology!

Is it appropriate for you to be so reasonable?

Zhao Yao truly found it hard to accept, but the more time went by, the more shocked he became, until something in his mind shattered, collapsed, and rumbled into ruins.

“…What I really despise are those who eat Eastern food, receive Western dog food, and use double standards to maliciously slander and defame us.

Editor-in-Chief Zhao, I don’t know how many people are like you, who firmly believe in one thing——”

"Ah?" Zhao Gulas was suddenly called out, and was stunned. "What's the matter?"

Fang Xinghe looked at him deeply and said softly, "I firmly believe that the reason why you have hit your personal ceiling and are not valued in the Western world is because the motherland of GCZY is too feared by the Western world.

Many people in your situation naively and foolishly believe that as long as they destroy the country's wrong ideology and change the dynasty, they can truly integrate into the civilized Western world and gain equal or even higher power.

They thought: Such a huge country must have local people to help manage it, right? So why can't it be me?

They thought: The Western world is so civilized and advanced that it can accept so many white, black and Indian people of different races. So one day it will accept me, right?

They thought: The collapse of Russia has made so many oligarchs rich. If the same thing happens again, why can't I become the new oligarch?
A small number of media outlets always criticize me for being too angry, but in fact they are even more angry - why? Why should such an excellent person like me be squeezed by both Eastern control and Western prejudice?

I have money, power and a pen, but I cannot be a superior person in the East, and I am still a second-class citizen in the West. Why? I don't accept it!
If you complain too much, your mentality will change completely.

This is the common mentality of almost all those who push for the wall, and it is the fundamental reason why they have forgotten their roots.

But will the best outcome they imagine come true?

Now no one can prove it, and no one can disprove it, so those who believe in the Magna Carta of Western human rights, democracy, freedom and contract still believe in it, and those who, like me, find the capitalist axioms and conscience ridiculous still laugh at it. As a result, the country's public opinion field has naturally split.

This is the most basic truth, and it is also what the Western world would like to see most.

Do you think I should be angry about this?"

Zhao Yao's back was covered in cold sweat, and he stammered in agreement, "That's right..."

"No, I'm not angry about this."

Fang Xinghe's shaking head completely confused Zhao Yao. His brain crashed, the CPU stopped working, and he was turned into a broken toy.

But the young man's ambitious thoughts still continued to rush towards his mental barriers.

He was extremely fierce and aggressive.

"If I don't start from my own feelings, objectively speaking, I even think that their existence is extremely necessary and is a good thing with more benefits than disadvantages.

People are born in adversity and die in comfort. A comfortable environment without enemies cannot produce true elites who are the most vigilant and capable of action.

The existence of those rotten guys has extremely serious and important educational, warning, hedging and strategic implications.

There is no need to destroy them physically. They should stand on high places and be seen by everyone. Then, let the times and we in the times destroy them bit by bit on the spiritual level. This will be intuitive enough, shocking enough, and satisfying enough.

As for the damage they can cause...

We’ve survived situations that were 10 times more difficult than this one, so why should we be afraid of them now?
So I am not afraid, nor am I that angry. My anger is directed toward all people and things of this era, and is not directed at any group or class in particular.

I hate Japan far more than I hate the public intellectuals.

South Korea comes second, and the United States comes third.

So why did I raise the slogan of "cultural war", which was criticized by many public intellectuals as alarmist?
Because I really don’t like the kind of cultural invasion that comes from both inside and outside, but I have to acknowledge their temporary strength, so I hope to make more people aware of this, to believe in what they should believe in, to admire what is worth admiring, and finally to catch up and protect our cultural homeland with dignity until we achieve a strategic counterattack.

You asked me about the practical application of my faith, and this is it.”

Zhao Yao's Adam's apple rolled and he struggled to organize his words.

“So it’s like this - you believe that our culture is the best, so you use a very inspiring text to write your thoughts and radiate through your influence. In fact, you are not ignorant of this process and write blindly. On the contrary, your writing has always been full of direction and purpose...

Or let me expand it a little bit. It’s not just about writing. When you speak, do things, or even curse at others, you always know what is right, what is wrong, what you want, and what you don’t like...right?”

"Yes." Fang Xinghe chuckled and nodded, "I am a lunatic, but not a reckless man."

Zhao Yao's mind was in a mess, and he subconsciously asked, "So how long do you plan to spend slaughtering them? Do you think that the scene in your dream is really possible? Will you fight to the end, and end up dying culturally before them?"

“I am 15 years old this year.”

Fang Xinghe gave the time without hesitation.

"Then let's wait for 40 years. By then I will be years old, in the prime of life, and I can burn some incense on their graves. As for who will have the last laugh..."

The boy paused and showed his brightest smile of the day.

"It will be me, without a doubt."

"Why?"

Zhao Yao widened his eyes, waiting for Fang Xinghe's next logic or the next profoundness.

As a result, Fang Xinghe just leaned over to him slightly, looked directly into his eyes, and replied casually:

"There is no reason, and there is no excuse. If there must be one, it is only because I am Fang Xinghe.

Now, we have talked face to face, you should have some understanding and judgment of me, so you don’t need to ask me this kind of question, ask your own feelings and reason——

Everyone wants to beat me, but who is worthy of beating me?

The answer is right there, inside you, and now you can go and see it. That’s fun, isn’t it?”

With a loud bang, Zhao Yao's mind suddenly exploded, and an electric current violently penetrated his entire body, numbing him from the tips of his toes to his scalp.

His mind was blown to pieces by this, and the answer emerged quietly.

Yes, it is there, hidden beneath the emotions and engraved deep in the mind.

But that's not fun.

On the contrary, Zhao Yao felt a great horror and fear.

He felt like a chicken struggling on a chopping board. Above his head, there was a pair of beautiful but cold eyes, carefully examining the texture of his skin.

He leaned back hard, and the excessive movement caused the sofa to creak in pain.

At the same time, his spirit was groaning.

There is no meaning, and it cannot be organized into words. It is just a string of meaningless sighs, lamentations, jealousy, fear and weeping.

'The mainland may really be finished.'

For some reason, a brilliant economics article from the BBC column "The Coming Collapse of China" that he had read some time ago popped up in his mind.

What follows is his own feelings.

"Look, a saint has descended from the sky!"

Hong Kong culture has never been completely useless. At the very least, this nonsensical spirit of self-deprecation is worth promoting.

Zhao Yao was tense for several seconds, then collapsed on the sofa in a somewhat embarrassed manner.

Finally, without warning, he asked, "Do you still have copies of "Cang Ye Xue" and "Youth"? I would like to ask for two words of encouragement."

Fang Xinghe was stunned for a moment, then retracted his attacking posture and smiled generously.

"Of course, there is enough for everyone, but I will only give it to my fellow Hong Kong Islanders."

The Times team nodded hurriedly, all with smiles on their faces.

Cultural strength, the preset interview theme was most perfectly reflected on their faces at this moment.

This is not Fang Xinghe's entire strength, nor is it his strength alone, but... the causes planted by generations of Chinese fighters in another timeline, which in turn blossomed into fragrant flowers in the upper reaches of the long river.

Fang Xinghe felt surrounded by a great happiness and was happy from the bottom of his heart.

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You can't write too deeply, nor can you write too shallowly. This job is too tiring. Please understand the quantity. Thank you everyone.

(End of this chapter)