Generation Z Artists

Chapter 28 Outlaws
Fang Xinghe didn't know his principal's name until today.

His surname is Liu, he is short and fat, but his name is Dashan.

Liu Dashan politely asked Fang Xinghe and Lao Fang to sit down, and then introduced them in a friendly manner: "These are the two leaders of the county's Propaganda Department. They know that our school has produced a great talent, so they came to see you specially."

Dashan is a good chatty person. He speaks in a very tactful and pleasant way.

As for the two leaders of the Propaganda Department, a young man and an older woman, neither of them looked like leaders.

The eldest sister took the initiative to speak: "Xiao Fang, your composition is very good, and your literary attainments are very high. Ah, our department likes you very much. Ah, I saw you in person today, and you are more handsome than in the photo!"

What's the point? Big sister!

The young man's response was not very reliable, and his first sentence was like a star-chaser: "Have you ever had dinner with Yu Hua, Wang Meng and Tie Ning? Did you get their autographs?"

"No." Fang Xinghe smiled politely, "They always ask me for autographs."

"Ouch!"

The two staff members were obviously shocked, and even their eyes became respectful.

"I was just kidding." Fang Xinghe stopped smiling and said more seriously, "We are all colleagues. It's not appropriate for anyone to ask for anyone else's autograph. What do you think?"

Well, it’s not that serious actually…

The two staff members were made so uncomfortable by Fang Xinghe that their smiles became dry and they didn't know how to continue the conversation.

Principal Dashan hurriedly tried to smooth things over: "Xiao Fang is a talented man, very humorous!"

The room supervisor also gave him a look, a glare, which meant something like "be careful and don't be too crazy."

Fang Xinghe doesn't need to give anyone respect beyond the standard. In this small county, he is invincible.

An orphan, just turned 14, the most famous person in the whole county, representing the interests of Mengya and Writers Publishing House, backed by Beijing Youth Daily and Xinmin Daily... he has all the buffs.

But he only respected Lao Fang. When he had just lost his mother, Lao Fang would drag him out to eat whenever he had time, and always bring him a lot of meat.

"OK."

Fang Xinghe's ferocious expression suddenly subsided, and he said calmly: "If you have anything to say, just tell me directly. I have to go back to prepare for the high school entrance examination. Time is really tight."

In the end, they still didn't talk about anything serious. It was just that the county wanted to do an exclusive interview with him, the kind that would be on TV, so he needed to be serious. He didn't have to read from a script, but he had to remain decent.

Fang Xinghe refused without even thinking about it.

"I don't think it's necessary. You're whitewashing me, which I don't like. You're reporting the truth, which has a bad impact. It's better not to get involved and wait for the outside media to come up with a result."

The two tried their best to persuade Fang Xinghe but failed. They occasionally wanted to scare him, but they didn't dare...

Now, as long as the residents in the county are literate, everyone knows who Fang Xinghe is, what he has done, and has read his articles.

In a small place, any news spreads very fast and is repeated over and over again.

The first prize of the New Concept Writing Competition is nothing. Being praised by a group of great writers and scolded by another group of cultural figures, its value is too high.

Even county leaders don’t get this kind of treatment!
So after trying again and again without success, A-di, the big sister in charge of publicity, had to give up.

No, no, this little brat is so difficult to deal with!
After the two of them left, Liu Dashan didn't have the nerve to mention his idea of asking Fang Xinghe to give a speech. He just gave him a few words of encouragement and politely saw him out.

The benefits of being a bad guy are fully revealed at this moment - no one can bother me as long as I don't want to.

As soon as he left the office building, Baofu came over like a ball and shouted in panic, "Oh no, big brother, a reporter is here to interview our class!"

Lao Fang was stunned for a moment, then scolded: "It's just an interview, why are you so nervous?"

"Uh, uh..."

Bao Fu secretly glanced at Fang Xinghe, then replied with a shy look on his face: "I don't know where they found out about our Thirteen Eagles. I'm afraid it will affect Brother Fang..."

Lao Fang slapped his forehead and sighed heavily. Fang Xinghe, however, didn't care: "Whatever they write, don't pay attention to it."

"No!" Lao Fang objected immediately, "What if they write nonsense? I'll go and take a look!"

Fang Xinghe shook his head and smiled. What if I write nonsense? Those who should admire me will only admire me more.

Besides, it’s not like I don’t have a way to speak out. I’ll wait until I get good grades in the high school entrance exam. The more you slander me now, the greater the reward will be then…

Although he was fully confident, he was still moved by the maintenance of the old house.

After thinking for a while, he patted Baofu on the shoulder and said, "Have you dealt with all those people and things in school?"

Bao Fu finally calmed down and nodded confidently: "Don't worry, brother, as long as there is a classmate around them, they will never dare to do anything stupid!"

In fact, Fang Xinghe is not afraid of anyone saying bad things about him, he just hates some rumors that have no sense of propriety and involve girls.

I hope no one will die like this...

After school, Fang Xinghe finally saw the two reporters in person.

One is from Nandu, and he is very proactive.

The other one is from Beijing Youth Daily. Is he so rude?

Two reporters stopped him outside the school gate. Fang Xinghe listened quietly to his self-introduction, then waved his hand coldly: "I don't accept this kind of surprise interview. Remember it next time. Please go back."

Dafang, who has experienced life and death, and Xiaofang, a barbecue fanatic, now have a very fierce aura.

The Nandu reporter's eyes lit up inexplicably as he listened to his words and looked at him. He muttered something hurriedly, as if he had some inspiration and was reciting a script on the spot.

The young reporter from Beijing Youth Daily became a little impatient and continued to pester him, and his attitude was very bad.

"We are journalists! We have the right to interview anyone! Fang Xinghe, you don't dare to accept the interview, is it because you are afraid that your actions will be exposed to readers across the country?"

"Exposed?"

Fang Xinghe stopped, turned his head, and looked at him quietly with a playful look in his eyes.

The Beijing Youth Daily reporter was in the excitement of a successful teasing, but Fang Xinghe ignored him and suddenly turned around and asked, "Who is not yet 14?"

A small man immediately jumped out from the crowd and shouted excitedly: "Me, me! Brother, I am 13 and a half years old!"

Fang Xinghe did not speak again, but just nodded slightly to the young man, and then continued walking forward.

Taodang and Duoyu led the way in front, and wherever they went, the crowd automatically split apart.

This scene is extremely textured, shocking and full of charm.

The Nandu reporter was so excited that his face turned red. He raised his camera and was about to take a photo when the rich man deliberately pushed him away with his arm across his chest.

Bao Fu chuckled, pointed his finger at his nose, and walked away.

The Beijing Youth Daily reporter still didn't realize the seriousness of the problem and was about to lose his temper when the boy nicknamed Heizi excitedly rushed up to him, pushed him on the chest, licked his lips and asked: "Are you going to get out of here by yourself, or do you want me to beat you half to death and then drag you out?!"

What the hell!

Looking at the young boy who was eager to try in front of him, the Beijing Youth Daily reporter was shocked and suddenly understood what under 14 years old meant.

In an instant, his face turned pale, his lips became dry, and his legs became weak.

When the disaster struck, he realized that the privilege of the so-called uncrowned king, which he had always regarded as his greatest reliance, could only be enjoyed by those who abided by the rules, and could not do anything to any wanton lawless lunatic.

Among all the lawless criminals, Fang Xinghe is the smartest and most arrogant one.

(End of this chapter)