Generation Z Artists

Chapter 40 Interview: I fought against fate
After the excitement, continue doing what you need to do.

The County Education Bureau is the least important. Apart from publicly announcing that Fang Xinghe would be awarded 5000 yuan and a certificate that no one even bothered to look at, it then just tried to get in the camera the whole time.

Mr. Fang was so arrogant that he thought a mere 5000 yuan was not even worth him even glancing at.

In front of the camera, Liu Dashan, with a rosy face, told the secret of training Fang Xinghe -

Four big words: give him freedom.

"Ah, our No. 3 Middle School has always been very patient with children with special talents. Ah, now society advocates teaching students in accordance with their aptitude. Ah, we have done it, and we have done it very well!"

I don’t know where he learned this habit of “Aaaahhh” as soon as he gets in front of the camera, Tokyo?
Because they were essentially family, the reporter simply rolled his eyes at him with disdain and didn't ask any pointed questions.

In fact, everyone knows that, are you giving him freedom?

You can't control that at all!

The principal of the laboratory thanked Fang Xinghe for his trust in the experiment, and then started bragging as well.

"Our experimental high school, ah..."

The little old man's face was flushed with ruddy glow, and he really looked like an old man with the energy of a young man.

The only serious matter is publicity, which means making Fang Xinghe a business card for external publicity.

Fang Xinghe asked back on the spot: "It's a good idea, but do you have the resources? After the film is made, it can only be shown in the county at most. What's the point of making a big fuss about it? It's a waste of time and money."

It’s great to be 14 years old. You can argue however you want, and the propaganda leaders can only smile kindly and answer your questions patiently.

"The special interview will not only be broadcast in the county, but also sent to the provincial TV station for broadcast after review. We are a county directly under the jurisdiction of Changchun, so many resources can be shared..."

Sharing is nonsense, but there is no problem in reporting and applying.

Fang Xinghe thought for a moment and changed his words decisively: "Of course I am willing to support the county's publicity work, but my image was not very good before, and I did some wrong things. I am mainly afraid that it will affect my hometown, so I am unwilling to accept formal interviews until now..."

A group of county figures immediately applauded, cheered, and vied with each other in praising.

"Xiao Fang is really responsible!"

"Good boy, we didn't take good care of you!"

"What's wrong with that? It's normal for young people to have some minor problems."

Propaganda leaders also gave assurances.

“Before I came here, I specifically learned about your situation. Fighting is indeed bad, but you had your reasons, and you protected the weaker classmates to a great extent. This is a kind of chivalry, not a bad act.

The county's top leaders specifically issued instructions: We have failed to take good care of the young orphans, and we have already failed to supervise and supervise them. In the future, when facing those bad media that only care about sales and ignore the facts, we must protect our own genius and never let them talk nonsense and spread rumors to cause trouble! "

Passionate, precise and qualitative, very good.

Although it cannot solve the most fundamental problem, at least the attitude is to protect Fang Xinghe with all one's strength.

Okay, that's good. I didn't have any expectations from you anyway.

So Fang Xinghe "graciously" allowed the county TV station and the Beijing Youth Daily to conduct an exclusive interview together.

The adjective used is not very pleasant, but it is true.

When Zhao Chunhua arrived, the reporter from the county TV station was very attentive, but Sister Zhao still looked disgusted.

Farmers don’t like to watch county-level local TV stations nowadays, and the so-called journalists in the county don’t even have a press card. Their interview level is far from comparable to that of major national media.

If Fang Xinghe hadn't insisted, she would never agree to share the interview.

Fortunately, Zhao Chunhua did not bring a photographer, but the county TV station took his place. So the interview was upgraded to include audio, video and text, and the conversation started from the shallow to the deep, which was more effective than initially expected.

Zhao Chunhua is a very fashionable and slightly arrogant woman, but she is very professional.

She first handed over Wang Yali's gift, a pile of professional books, and then started the conversation from there.

"Fang Xinghe, do you like art?"

"Correct."

"So what do you think about the relationship between literature and other arts?"

“All art is connected to words at the bottom of consciousness. Words can be a condensation of imagery or a dispersion of concreteness. Art rises in this contraction and expansion, and ultimately returns to our sensory intuition.”

"Wow! It's a little hard to understand. I need some time to think about it, but it sounds beautiful at first glance."

The two of them sat under the pear tree in the courtyard. The staff brought a square table. Zhao Chunhua took notes quickly, while Fang Xinghe lay comfortably in the rocking chair.

Half of his profile face is as smooth as jade and sparkling in the natural light, while the other half is hidden in the shade of the tree, calm and peaceful. The photographer used extremely basic composition skills to capture a stunning beauty.

Zhao Chunhua withdrew his gaze with difficulty and continued to ask questions.

"Mengya Magazine has received a lot of letters from your readers. According to the feedback from them, many readers mentioned your orphan status and felt sorry for it. Do you have anything to say to everyone about this?"

"Don't feel bad for me." Fang Xinghe didn't even think about it and immediately gave a rejection response, "I'm doing fine."

But in fact, how is it possible for fans not to feel sorry for their idols?

The stronger the idol is, the more his fans will fantasize about him. There's nothing you can do about it.

Therefore, Fang Xinghe doesn't need to act out anything, just show his true character openly, and leave the rest to the fans.

"You are very open-minded, but there is a sense of anger in your essay. Are you resentful?"

"What do you hate?"

"Like your father?"

"Don't hate."

"Really? But he's very irresponsible."

"I had long ago expunged him from my memory."

"Incredible, to be honest, I don't quite understand..."

Zhao Chunhua shook his head repeatedly in disbelief, and even changed his angle to ask: "Then have you ever thought that as your fame grows, he may come back into your life?"

"I have thought about it, and I am very happy about it."

"Ah?! So what are you going to do about this?"

"Work hard to make money, the more the better. When he hears the news and comes back to find me, I will break his legs, drag him to my mother's grave and make him kneel down. Then I will throw 100 million in his face and tell him: I have given you my life, and now I am even."

"hiss……"

Zhao Chunhua took a deep breath. She had been doing frontline interviews for many years, but she had never encountered such a boss.

"Then..." She swallowed, "What if he sues you? What if he goes around destroying your reputation? Or what if he keeps pestering you for money?"

Fang Xinghe curled the corners of his mouth slightly, revealing a great anticipation with a subtle pleasure.

"Then break his other leg."

"..."

Zhao Chunhua was speechless for a long time.

It can be seen that she neither expected it nor could accept it.

When she finally came to her senses, she went back to the previous question: "But you just said you don't hate him."

"Hate is an emotion, I don't have any emotion towards him. Breaking his legs is what I should do for my mother, and I promise I will do it calmly."

"Not for yourself at all?"

"Correct."

"Even though you've suffered so much because of this? You know, most readers think that the reason you became like this is because you were hurt so badly and painfully before."

Fang Xinghe burst out laughing.

"Just like what I wrote in my composition, this is fate. I had no power to resist at that time, so I was shaped by fate into what I am now. Is it a bad thing to become what I am now?

No, it is neither good nor bad. It is not something that can be summarized as good or bad.

A person becomes who he is today because of good or bad circumstances. If he is successful, he is grateful for the good past, and if he is not, he blames the bad experiences. Is this correct? "

Zhao Chunhua replied subconsciously: "Of course it's not right. We should be fair in thanking the past, whether good or bad. It is all of them that have given birth to who we are today. It is too one-sided to only emphasize the good or the bad."

The answer was very beautiful, and he was a suitable supporting actor.

But Fang Xinghe shook his head: "No, I am neither grateful nor complaining, I just let them sink into my memory calmly. I don't live in the past, I only look to the future."

"Wow!"

Zhao Chunhua exclaimed again, then covered her mouth embarrassedly.

She was out of control, but that's not surprising given the current environment.

"Many people have told me that you are very mature, but you are even more mature than I expected. I don't understand, how did you do it? I mean, how can you face your fate so calmly?"

“When I face it, I am not calm.”

Fang Xinghe smiled gently and corrected the other party's wording.

The cameraman did not feel the wonder of the previous words, but now he felt the wonder of the picture.

He thought to himself: Fang Xinghe looks so damn handsome when he smiles.

But the handsome boy was extremely stingy. He smiled and then stopped, quickly regaining his composure.

“At the moment when things happened, no one could not have any emotions, and I was certainly no exception, but I would not let myself indulge in emotions.

Literati particularly like to use emotions to characterize fate, such as good, bad, tragic, or painful. Does it make sense?

No.

Emotions only influence decision making and do not bring any benefits.

I see two kinds of fate: irresistible and fightable.

When faced with something you cannot resist, accept it as objective reality. When faced with something you can still struggle with, try your best to crush it.

If you do it, it will be awesome and your life will be elevated from then on.

If you really can't do it, then accept a new objective fact and let it settle in your life. At least you can have a clear conscience. "

"Great idea! For example? Can you give me an example?"

Zhao Chunhua was so excited that her cheeks turned slightly red. This topic was such a surprise.

She is like this, and I think her future readers will be the same.

Fang Xinghe raised his eyelids and looked at her.

It was obviously a very subtle movement, but for some reason, Zhao Chunhua saw a subtle smile in his eyes.

It was a kind of calmness that said, "I knew you were going to ask this question," a calmness that was totally inconsistent with his age.

Then, the young man narrowed his eyes slightly, and his expression changed instantly. He was like a cheetah ready to pounce, full of desire to attack.

Zhao Chunhua suddenly realized that Fang Xinghe might be going to talk about something unusual.

Yes, your brother Fang is ready to start scolding.

He had been waiting for this day for too long.

However, he did not intend to criticize randomly, nor did he even intend to start from an educational perspective and talk about studying, grades, or his first place in the high school entrance examination.

What’s the point of showing off one’s grades and talking about the principles of studying?
A true marketing master never follows the other party's rhythm, because the trolls don't follow logic, the internet trolls don't follow martial ethics, and the public intellectuals don't want to show off.

If you criticize within their framework, you will never solve any problem.

Therefore, Fang Xinghe didn't even intend to scold anyone directly.

Mentioning the names of those rubbish public intellectuals and trash writers in the first interview of my life is really giving them too much face - you bastards, do you deserve it?
Unworthy, even a word of it would damage one's own style.

Mr. Fang is preparing to open up another battlefield and, based on his own experience, launch a highly saturated coverage attack.

As Zhao Chunhua was nervously waiting, and under the close-up shot of the cameraman, the young man gave a brilliant answer with a sneer that was extremely groundbreaking and subversive.

“Examples? Lots.

For example, the current wave of layoffs is a fate that ordinary people cannot resist at all.

What should normal people do?
Don't rush to argue about right or wrong; it is the function of history to make final judgments.
Don't think about redeeming what has happened. You can't go back to the moment that hasn't happened yet.
Don't expect anyone to save you. Others' sympathy is unlikely to last your entire life.
Don't indulge in anger, calmness is more conducive to thinking;
Don't stay where you are, look forward and move forward.

These are all very obvious truths, but the public opinion community has seriously failed in its duty on this matter. Some media people, for some unknown reason, have been criticizing the policy overwhelmingly and targeting the government with all their might, only expressing emotions and completely ignoring reason.

I particularly dislike their bullshit because it will lead the already angry people to remain immersed in negative emotions and even become resentful of everything.

At this juncture, what is the point of recklessly exaggerating the misery, hurling rants, and selling anxiety?
This will only delay the time for laid-off workers to save themselves and lead them to be negative.

However, what they really need is to get rid of those unnecessary negative emotions as soon as possible, accept the facts, and start self-help immediately.

Get moving, set up a stall, move bricks, drive a motorcycle taxi, go to the south to work in a factory, or even organize a group to work abroad. It doesn't matter what you do, but don't stand there shivering, take action quickly.

Hard work may not necessarily restore your original quality of life, it is indeed difficult, but as long as you take action, you will not slide into despair completely.

Those media people curse each other all the time because they get paid and they can become famous if they curse well.

We ordinary people can't do that. We have to be positive and pragmatic. Once we follow our emotions, we will be using our own blood to dip into steamed buns and feed those scumbags who talk without any worries.

How vulnerable are people in desperate situations?
If you add one last straw to his burden, he will collapse immediately.

If you pull out a straw from him and he gets through it, he will have a bright future.

Some media people nowadays only do the work of pressing straws, because it makes them appear independent, sober, moral and conscientious.

However, the real conscience is to remind them quickly: Wake up! Don't indulge yourself, live first, and then you can curse slowly after you are full. Then I will curse with you!

When I realized that I had no one to rely on and was about to die, I immediately found a classmate who was often bullied and told him: We have to fight back. If you don't dare to do it, I will do it. From now on, I will protect you and you have to treat me to a meal.

How did I survive being an orphan?

There was government relief and help from the school, but more importantly, it was the meals and money that I earned with my own hands.

Most importantly, I crushed all the dogs that dared to laugh at me, test me, manipulate me, and bare their teeth at me, and used my blood to turn myself into a wolf again, eating meat with big mouthfuls and feeding them shit.

what's the result?
Now I am alive and well, while those barking things have whimpered and fled back to the doghouse where they belong.

So I am not the kind of person who talks without any hesitation. I have fought with my destiny. "

fuck!

At this moment, Zhao Chunhua wanted to swear. She was so excited that the tip of her pen almost emitted sparks as she wrote so quickly.

It was originally just a routine in-depth exploration of the topic. Who would have thought that it would yield answers of this level?

Sharp, insightful, logical, positive, wild and full of explosive points, but essentially so simple.

Damn, he's only 14!

Have I been living a dog’s life for the past 30 years?
While Zhao Chunhua was doubting herself, she was contributing star points to Fang Xinghe. Judging from the amplitude of the increase, she had already reached the level of a core fan.

That’s right, who wouldn’t like a handsome, wild and thoughtful boy?

Zhao Chunhua even secretly made up her mind: From now on, if anyone says anything bad about Fang Xinghe again, I will scold him to death!

So how do die-hard fans come about?
She demonstrated the whole process very vividly, and now only the last step is left.

　Or a two-in-one chapter?

　　
　
(End of this chapter)