Generation Z Artists

Chapter 389 The Loving Father Fang Xinghe

The Avenue of Stars was packed with people today.

This place was originally a tourist attraction, and after the news spread that Fang Xinghe would have his name engraved on the Avenue of Stars, it attracted nearly 10 more domestic and foreign tourists.

As Fang Xinghe got off the bus at the intersection and walked in, he heard a roar like a tsunami.

"SR!"

"Fang! Fang! Fang!"

Amidst shouts in various accents, the security team trudged on.

There were three groups of people maintaining order today. The outermost layer, acting as a barrier, consisted of California police officers. The middle layer was security guards from the Hollywood Chamber of Commerce, and the innermost layer was a bodyguard team composed of Wudang martial arts masters and veterans.

Even so, moving is still very difficult.

The combination of extremely high brand recognition and deliberately maintained low exposure has made the star-studded group exceptionally enthusiastic, treating every opportunity for on-site contact as a stroke of good fortune.

The largest crowd at the scene consisted of tourists who came to join in the fun.

These people are actually easy to stop. Just give them a word of advice, or if that doesn't work, give them a warning, and they generally won't cause too much trouble.

The main problem was that those who had come specifically for this event were desperately trying to squeeze in, making a racket and refusing to listen to advice, which created an extremely tense atmosphere.

Among these fans, two separate groups accounted for 80% of today's unrest.

One of them was a group of shoe worshippers wearing hooded white robes.

Its logo consists of three stars arranged in an equilateral triangle. The stars themselves are cross-shaped with starbursts, and the starburst of the top star extends very long beyond the base of the triangle.

This is the most notorious of all the innovative cults in the United States: the Star God Cult.

Its doctrine is roughly as follows: The starry sky is vast, and the gods slumber there. They no longer protect humanity, allowing it to destroy itself in its desires. Only the benevolent and loving Astral Supreme cannot bear to see humanity's end, so he descends to earth to save the world...

Astral Sanctus Star River, does that sound familiar?

Yes, that's your brother Fang.

The core of the Star God Cult is Fang Xinghe, the star at the very top of the design.

The cult leader is named Fang Zongzi, an American whose real name is Paul Richie, from Oregon. He claims to have received divine instructions from the stars and to represent mortals in requesting the return of the true god...

His position is the star on the left side of the triangle.

The remaining star on the far right represents the High Priestess, a Mayan woman in her sixties.

God knows where the Mayans are now, but that's how they've been promoting themselves, and some people believe it—their yellow skin makes them seem incredibly believable.

Throughout the US, Japan, and South Korea, there are countless shoe-making organizations that use Fang Xinghe as a starting point. Most of them don't really make a splash, but each one that manages to achieve a certain scale is no simple feat.

The defining characteristic of the Star God Cult is... loyalty.

The cult leader and priests never overstep their bounds; they always speak of local gods and act in accordance with local decrees—where do these decrees come from? Never mind that, they exist anyway.

As soon as Fang Xinghe arrives in the United States, these two will inevitably bring their followers to wait for him, fasting and abstaining from food and drink, to atone for their sins.

This time, upon seeing the "divine procession" from afar, the group immediately knelt down, bowing devoutly and chanting their scriptures like a hymn.

When Wang Charlie saw them, he felt a chill run down his spine.

"Boss, those shoe cultists are here again!"

Fang Xinghe didn't even glance in that direction, casually instructing, "Don't look, don't take pictures, don't pay attention. We can't control how they make a scene."

They didn't intend to pay attention, but the media loves to stir things up, and a bunch of cameras immediately turned to them.

Upon receiving attention, Fang Zongzi went berserk on the spot, raising his hands and shouting vehemently: "My Lord, the end times are coming, people's hearts are like prisons, this kingdom has been dragged to the edge of the abyss by evil spirits, your devout followers beg you to return to your rightful place as soon as possible!"

The believers behind them kowtowed in unison.

"My lord, I beg you to return to your throne!"

"My lord, please forgive my sins!"

"My lord, I will die for you!"

……

Look at this spicy shredded chicken! Isn't it terrifying?!
The CCTV female host turned pale with fright and quickly stood in front of the camera, shouting, "Don't film this! You can't film this!"

"I'm not stupid." The photographer, sweating profusely, stared through the viewfinder. "Thank goodness, I didn't get a shot. Luckily, I dodged quickly, but some footage seems to have been recorded. I'll have to carefully review it later... Holy crap! What's this?!"

While the photographer was trying to avoid them, he moved the camera far away and ended up accidentally capturing another group of oddballs.

It was an all-female formation, characterized by... art.

Well, art in the literal sense, where the whole body is completely naked, some with painted chests, some with painted faces.

The painted designs were incredibly varied, including Fang Xinghe's name in both Chinese and English, a simple sketch of him, a Chinese flag on the left and an American flag on the right, and even a... cough cough!
The female host choked on her own saliva and coughed so hard her head was buzzing.

"What the hell is this?!"

Even a lady can't do that; a lady can't help but swear when she can't hold back.

The American resident reporter, however, remained calm and nonchalant, replying with a sly smile, "That's a unique faction within the American Stars. It's fine, go ahead and look. They enjoy being photographed and noticed by the media."

"What do you mean?" the female host exclaimed in shock. "They often go out naked like this?!"

"It's not that he often goes out naked, but that he often comes to block Fang Xinghe naked."

A local reporter patiently corrected: "These are relatively good; at least they are young and healthy girls. There's also a large group of gay men in North America's Starfish Club, and they're even more shocking..."

"Fuck me!"

The female host was so frightened that she covered her ears.

"Don't tell me anymore, damn it, this place is too creepy..."

Bad news: These two waves of mental illness have greatly frightened East Asian media and tourists.

Good news: The Hollywood Chamber of Commerce and local police were prepared and quickly formed a human wall with a group of burly men to block them.

The remaining crowd did not storm the event site, and everything went smoothly from there.

Installing stars, media photos, public speeches, on-site interviews, chamber of commerce dinners... these are all just empty formalities. Only two things are truly worth mentioning.

The first thing, naturally, was his inscribed speech.

Fang Ge's first sentence was a long and difficult sentence that was hard to understand.

"It is an honor to have my name forever intertwined with Hollywood history on this landmark avenue steeped in history on such a special day."

Clear pronunciation, rhythmic enunciation, and chest resonance achieved in a single breath made the entire sentence resonate in the ears of the audience like a Broadway line.

Fang was obviously showing off his skills; he always finds various ways to do so when the opportunity arises.

"Chinese people value history very much, sorry, I'm not sure if Americans feel the same way..."

This was his second sentence, a smile on his face and a slight shrug on his shoulders, which caused a burst of enthusiastic laughter from the audience.

The implication is that America has no history, and everyone not only understands it immediately but also finds it hilarious.

Europeans feel this way, Americans feel it way too, Latinos feel smug, Asians feel a little apprehensive but also proud... See, this is what it means to be happy for everyone.
Amidst the laughter, Brother Fang continued to make outrageous remarks.

"...But I'm sure you lovely people won't mind this little offense. I'm not one of those people who have lived in the US for a long time, but I've been trying very hard to observe American culture, and that's why I've discovered some particularly interesting little details."

For example, why are there so many talk shows in the United States, and why are most of them so popular?
Because your cultural foundation is almost entirely based on offense, it has developed into a very nice culture of offense.

Isn't it right?
It started with the British offending the French, German laborers, and Spanish scrap metal workers. Then everyone ganged up on the poor Irish. Next, the whites picked up whips and beat the blacks. Then it was the Chinese's turn to move stones along the railway line. And then the Latinos became even better targets for ridicule...

Wow, being on the penultimate level of this chain makes me fucking proud!

"Hahahaha..."

The crowd erupted. Fang Xinghe's stage was less than ten meters away from the audience, and the area outside was filled with fans of all skin colors from various countries.

Americans who know American history laughed until they cried, while foreign fans who don't know American history screamed at his vivid expressions.

Fang ignored the screams and continued his performance.

"Of course, the status of Chinese people is nothing to be proud of, but I genuinely love America's offensive culture, which is full of self-deprecation."

In other words, offend yourself before offending others, and don't put yourself on a pedestal.

This is the foundation upon which the United States is today.

With immigrants from so many countries and so many different cultural origins, even within the UK alone, there are English, Scottish, Irish...

France was divided into fur traders, displaced peasants, Acadian exiles, and Protestants...

And Dutch, Swedes, Italians, West African whites, blacks, Chinese, Latinos...

How exactly do these diverse cultural ecosystems blend together?

First, a consensus at the national level is achieved through high-pressure warfare. Then, extreme emotions are resolved through institutional confrontation with moderate pressure. Finally, the sharpness of the conflict is eased through self-deprecation and offense in reality, thus establishing a new ecosystem of mutual understanding and adaptation.

This is truly remarkable and can be considered a miracle in human history.

So I've always felt that America truly has its greatness. You are like a group of divine beings living in a golden age, possessing almost everything except for a lack of history..."

Before they start harvesting韭菜 (a metaphor for exploiting others), the dog side is truly shameless.

Isn't this just pure, unethical deception?

But don't just look at the ads, look at the results! Look how many people are cheering enthusiastically below!
The Americans present were extremely pleased, and the foreigners didn't find Fang Ge's behavior obsequious—what kind of obsequiousness involves revealing someone's secrets?
They only sensed Fang Xinghe's intense, radiant personality, as well as his consistent sharpness and wisdom.

Some of the young people who were seeing him for the first time were chattering away—

Wow! Star River is so cool!

"Of course, his nickname is Star Real!"

There's no authenticity whatsoever, but there's plenty of authenticity in the performances.

Having both criticized and praised, the online troll leader began to wrap up the discussion.

"So when the Hollywood Chamber of Commerce invited me to leave my star on the Hollywood Walk of Fame, I gladly agreed and felt honored."

Note the wording: I am the invitee, not the applicant.

"I saw many colleagues who left their mark on me this year, Denzel Washington, Keanu Reeves, Samuel L. Jackson, Magic Johnson, and I truly felt the brilliance of Hollywood."

Looking back, many giants who will forever shine in the history of human culture, along with cultural treasures belonging to all mankind, stand at the end of this great road, smiling at us with satisfaction.

I really like this feeling. Chinese people like to become one with history, to be contributors or benefactors.

This event, organized by the Hollywood Chamber of Commerce, is not only a commemoration of history, but also a creation and continuation of history. It brings far more than just traffic and exposure; it is a spiritual baptism for each of our award recipients and a nourishment and comfort for our artistic lives.

Here, I would like to express my sincerest gratitude to you.

I will forever be inspired by this, and continue to strive to create more, better, and more works that promote the great unity of the people of the world!

Before he could finish speaking, the audience went crazy, and the media went crazy too.

What constitutes the highest level of political correctness? Figure it out yourselves.

Even setting aside political correctness, just looking at his abilities, Fang Ge demonstrates a speaking level far exceeding that of the entertainment industry.

It has plenty of laughs, plenty of exciting moments, plenty of conceptual ideas, and plenty of profound themes.

In less than a minute, without being long or superficial, he perfectly captured the essence of the character. How can you possibly praise him?
These Americans aren't good at praising people; they just stand there yelling and shouting.

When they call out Fang Xinghe's name, they either add "Holy shit," "Fuck me," or "I love you so much."

Seeing several girls in the crowd collapse to the ground, whether from being jostled or from being too emotional, Fang Xinghe smiled faintly, waved to the audience, and pretended not to see them.

Sorry, my darlings, I'm only responsible for starting the fire, not putting it out.

This isn't cold-bloodedness; it's a sense of boundaries forced out of them by their amazing fans abroad.

During a small on-site interview session after the event, the reporter also asked these amazing fans questions.

"SR, do you know about the Star God Cult?"

The fearless Fang Ge decisively feigned ignorance: "What is that? It sounds like your unique political party."

Before the reporter could explain, Fang Xinghe turned around, looked "kindly" at the Los Angeles Daily reporter, and said, "Hey, long time no see. Are the Lakers still so bad?"

A murmur of laughter rippled through the room. The reporter, exasperated, protested on the spot: "Jesus! SR, you can't keep reopening old wounds like this!"

Special media from the Holy Valley eagerly chimed in: "SR, what do you think of those young girls who are naked and shouting that they want to dedicate themselves to you?"

Fang Xinghe shook his head: "I'm sorry, this is too much of a cultural difference, it's beyond my comfort zone, so I won't watch it."

Entertainment Weekly keenly followed up: "You mean, American fans are so enthusiastic that it makes you uncomfortable?"

"No, what I mean is that the best way to respect things we don't understand is to not look at them, not think about them, and not comment on them."

Fang Xinghe glanced at the reporter and warned him bluntly, "Comparatively, your question makes me more uncomfortable. I need to confirm with you: Is your agency planning to relinquish its right to interview me smoothly in the future?"

"No, no, no! Of course not." The reporter immediately admitted defeat, "I'm sorry, I was too presumptuous."

Seeing this, the media outlets that wanted to press the Star God Cult for more information dared not speak up—SR was a media tyrant even more difficult to deal with than Jordan, and when he showed signs of becoming irritable, you had better be sensible.

In this way, Fang Xinghe successfully avoided the two most difficult questions and then answered the most valuable one.

"Your Excellency SR, your inscribed speech was absolutely brilliant, especially that line about Unity among the world's peoples. May I ask what your reasons were for coming up with such a concept?"

Fang Xinghe was like a true artist, solemn and dignified, with the pure passion of an idealist shining in his eyes.

"It's nothing. You may not understand, but I am indeed an art fighter whose ultimate goal is peace."

You only saw my struggle, my action scenes, and my philosophy of violence, and then drew conclusions about it using American logic. But that's not right. A thinking path that relies too much on experience will inevitably lead to a superficial conclusion.

My ideal has always been world peace, where people from all countries unite under the same cultural standards and appreciate the beauty of art and the wonder of life using the same criteria.

This is also the core of American culture, but unfortunately, it seems that you Americans have strayed from your original intentions today.

Where in 2006 had the American media ever seen such a Chinese-style, benevolent father-like pressure that simultaneously praised and criticized?
Many media professionals immediately began to reflect on their actions.

We really did a lot of things poorly, no wonder SR's father was dissatisfied.

With this reflection in mind, they quickly came up with a news headline and decided to give Fang's father a good scolding when they got back, making sure not to waste his hard work.

The already chaotic public opinion landscape thus became even more delicate.

(End of this chapter)