Generation Z Artists

Chapter 52: Playing Black and Red, Brother Fang is the Expert

The show was over, the little eagles were driven away, and the house finally became peaceful.

Fang Xinghe returned to the bedroom, took out his cell phone and turned it on.

Just as the buffering was finished, he heard the ding-dong sound of text message notifications, and before he could take a closer look, a phone call came in.

I picked up the phone casually and heard a surprised cry from the microphone.

"Mr. Fang, I'm Ms. Wang Yali's good friend, Zhang Jianjun, the chief reporter of Guangming Daily..."

Blah blah, it’s still about the interview.

An interesting point is that the other party put the identity of "Wang Yali's friend" first and the chief reporter at the end.

Fang Xinghe felt respected very intuitively, but whether it was respected or not did not prevent him from refusing: "Sorry, I need to confirm with Sister Yali. There are too many scammers recently."

What I meant was that you should let Sister Yali and I talk.

This was the most emotionally intelligent answer he was willing to give, and it was also the most time-saving approach.

Oh, no, there is a more time-saving way - he never answered the subsequent calls.

Even so, after more than 20 phone calls, I still get annoyed from time to time.

"Strange, aren't the media's enthusiasm for interviews too high?"

It's already 7 or 8 o'clock, and overtime is not this much...

Fang Xinghe felt somewhat puzzled, feeling that there must be some deeper reason that he didn't know about.

Sitting at home and thinking about it was definitely not a solution, so he decided to go out for a walk and check out Tianya to see what was going on.

Today's Tianya Emotional Community is simply your Brother Fang's online base camp. Fang fans don't like to be bullied in the literature section, nor do they want to be condescendingly questioned by Fang haters in the film and television section, "What film and television works does Xiaofang have?" So they gather under the leadership of the emotional moderator [Zai Shui Yi Fang] and cultivate their own circle.

But the people hanging around here are all fans who only care about appearance and mothers. They don’t talk about literature at all, but they remember clearly who scolded Fang Xinghe... so it’s hard to judge.

On the contrary, it is Fang fans who are struggling in the literature section, fighting with Fang haters every day with great tenacity.

The Fang fans who cling to the film and television versions are now a minority, and are beaten up by various child fans, stick fans, movie fans, and music fans every day. But whenever they find an opportunity, they will go up to them and say "Wow, why is your so-and-so so ugly? Sister, are you born to like ugly things?"

The first batch of repeaters on the Internet were born early because of Fang Xinghe...

The abstraction of 99 came so unexpectedly.

Fang Xinghe wanted to see the movements of the first two categories of Fang fans in order to infer the current situation.

As a result, not long after I walked out of the house, before I could turn onto the main road, two girls rushed out from the side.

Long bangs, yellow hair, red face, and howling.

"Fang Xinghe!"

"Wow! You're so handsome!"

Seeing these two women about to pounce on him, the innocent boy turned around and ran away without saying a word.

Don’t ask, if you meet a female hooligan from Northeast China, just be on guard.

Fang Xinghe fully utilized the advantage of his 80-point speed. His legs moved like Hot Wheels, and he rushed home in a flash, stepping on the wall and flipping over.

"Huh, what about people?"

"Do you know which courtyard his house is in?"

“Just these few…”

Hearing the two girls wandering around and refusing to leave, Xiao Fang couldn't help but feel his scalp tingling.

Damn, I can’t even leave the house?
Fang Xinghe, who had never been famous, didn't know whether this was normal or not. Anyway, the fans of his era were all quite polite. Even wealthy women with a net worth of hundreds of millions would sit obediently in the audience and at most raise their mobile phones to take pictures.

Why is it like this here?

Oh, it's 1999 now...that's okay.

Fang Xinghe had no choice but to stay at home and ask someone for information.

Neither Wang Yali nor Chen Danya knew what was going on, but Li Qigang, an old man with nothing to do, called and said, "Fang Xinghe, did you see Xiao Han's interview?"

"No, what's wrong?"

"Nothing much, just mentioned you. You know the media here. They finally managed to interview Xiao Han, so they definitely talked about you. And this kid has little experience..."

"Being tricked?"

"Haha, haha, uh, quite ambitious..."

Li Qigang began to talk nonsense and make random explanations.

Fang Xinghe understood and said calmly, "It's okay. I don't get angry easily. Please help me recite it so that I can understand what's going on."

"Actually, this matter is also the fault of your media. Why are they stirring up trouble for no reason..." Li Qigang muttered in a low voice.

As he spoke, Fang Xinghe gradually gained a comprehensive understanding of the matter.

The cause was still the aftermath of the interview video.

When the Jilin Daily saw Fang Xinghe's current popularity, they immediately regretted it and slapped their thighs - Damn, I was so careless. What was wrong with me before that I mentioned "South Korea and North"? !
Then the newspaper quickly abandoned its previous statement and gave Fang Xinghe the titles of "the strongest literary idol of the new generation" and "the ideological pioneer of the post-80s generation", singing praises.

If it were just that, it would be fine, but the editor of Jibao may have gotten used to it, and even now he did not forget to step on the big brother again, criticizing him for being "unable to write and study", and not being comparable to our Xiao Fang.

It is equivalent to stepping on Han Han to complete the sublimation of identity.

Naturally, the Shanghai media will not agree to this. Why can you bundle things up whenever you want and cut them off whenever you want when they are no longer needed?

So, the Shanghai media, which has always been aloof, turned around and attacked Fang Xinghe, and wouldn't let go.

Then Han Han himself may have felt a little frustrated, and finally, under the temptation of "the first headline of the online newspaper" on Oriental Net, he decided to accept a face-to-face text interview.

The conversation was quite pleasant at first, and then the reporter asked him: "Han Han, there is a question that many people are curious about - do you not like to study, or do you really not know how to learn?"

Han Han didn't think much about it at this time, and replied arrogantly: "It's not that I can't learn it. I scored more than 90 points in all subjects in junior high school. It's just that I don't want to compete for first place in something I'm not interested in."

The assassin suddenly revealed his true intentions and gave him a ruthless blow.

"So, you actually did try hard, but you didn't have the talent like Fang Xinghe, who could easily get the top score in the province with just a little effort. Did you suddenly realize that you'd never be able to surpass those geniuses and gave up on this aspect?"

Han Han was immediately enraged.

He is a real 16-year-old boy, not an old-fashioned guy like Fang Xinghe who is disguised as a child.

"I gave up not because I was competing with anyone, but because I felt there was no point in doing this!"

The assassin was overjoyed and continued to chase: "But studying itself is very meaningful! Haven't you read Fang Xinghe's new article? Add more value to yourself, so that your life will be better in the future. Otherwise, you won't be able to finish high school, what will you do?"

The answer came out of his mouth: "I, Han Han, can support myself by writing books!"

"But where is your book? Fang Xinghe's first novel has been completed and is being finalized. It may be released soon..."

Han Han was anxious, and without thinking, he took the initiative to put his neck in: "I'm almost done with my book!"

The assassin pressed on: "So it's about the same period? But aren't you afraid of competing with Fang Xinghe? Judging from the quality of the essays you've published so far, there's still a certain gap between you and him."

Grass!
What a bastard reporter!
In fact, Han Han has also tasted the bitterness of the situation at this moment, but he is in a difficult situation. How can he let a child of his age admit defeat in such a situation?

So he replied bravely, "I'm not afraid of competing with anyone, and I don't think there's any difference between me and anyone else!"

Then the interview topic sent out by Eastday.com became like this——

"Han Han: I'm stronger than Fang Xinghe. If you don't believe me, just fight head-on and you'll know!" There's also a subtitle after the main title, which is even more interesting.

Han Han's new book has been finalized, and he vows to compete with Fang Xinghe

The general outline at the beginning is also aimed at attracting attention.

"Han Han once boasted that among all those who write in Chinese, Qian Zhongshu is first and he is third. As for who's second? Whoever wants to be second, it's not Fang Xinghe. There's no difference between him and me. He can't be ahead of me..."

After Fang Xinghe knew the whole process, he couldn't help laughing.

"Hahahaha!"

"Don't laugh, Han Han is not as mature as you..."

Li Qigang tried to explain without much confidence, but it was of no use.

"Who is the child between us?"

Fang Xinghe asked with a smile, "Has he finished writing his book yet? There's no need to release them together, but it's actually a good idea to release them one after the other."

Li Qigang was even more embarrassed. "It's basically finished. Renjun said that this kid wrote a novel in less than two months after taking a leave of absence. But since the interview, he has locked himself in his bedroom and decided to make major revisions. As a result, he wrote more than 50 pages of scraps in two days, and not a single page is usable..."

"Well, I waited in vain."

Mr. Fang lost all interest in an instant. If we can't hype them together, then what use are you, brother?

Li Qigang coughed dryly twice: "Ahem! I believe he has the ability to write good works. Now that he has such a strong spirit, it is still worth looking forward to..."

Fang Xinghe thought about it and agreed.

What if the good brother writes with anger and it is better than "The Triple Door" in his previous life?

The more successful the elder brother is, the greater the promotion he can give to his younger brother, so Fang Xinghe has only sincere blessings in his heart.

"OK, please tell him I'm waiting for him to hit me!"

"Cough cough!"

Li Qigang was choked and started coughing again.

Too wild.

The child is getting wilder day by day.

After finishing his meal, Li Qigang asked about his progress, "How's your book going? When do you plan to publish it?"

"Let's wait until the New Concept Composition Collection comes out."

Fang Xinghe replied lazily: "Or, if there is another unexpected accident..."

Mr. Fang is definitely unable to catch up with the current wave of popularity. The framework of the ending of the new book has just been finalized, which is a bit rough and will have to wait until the second edition is revised before it can be carefully polished.

Since it will definitely take a long time, it is better to be patient, polish it well, and wait for the next heat.

"An unexpected incident?"

Li Qigang muttered a few words, then hesitated and spoke, "I have a situation here. A friend from a publishing house suddenly asked me about your relationship with your relatives and whether there are any major conflicts. I didn't tell him about your uncle, but I suspect that you can't keep it secret any longer..."

Fang Xinghe's heart moved, and he smelled a hint of unusual scent.

"Even the publishing houses in Shanghai have started to inquire about it. Wouldn't that mean the news has spread far and wide?"

"That's not the case." Li Qigang was very sure, "My friend is a bit wild and well-informed. Other media are eager to interview you mainly because of Xiao Han and the new book. There shouldn't be many people who really go for your uncle."

"Do we need more of this kind of thing? One is enough." Fang Xinghe laughed dumbly, "Then you go ahead and do your thing. I'll go ask."

He hung up the phone, pondered for a moment, and finally called Zhao Chunhua.

"Xinghe, did you almost cause a big incident earlier? Two Nandu reporters are already at your place!"

Sister Zhao's voice was filled with anxiety: "I haven't figured out where the news came from yet, but the news has reached me, and the source is quite reliable... What's going on?"

Very good, it’s confirmed. The fact that Xiao Fang almost invited his uncle and his family of three to a barbecue has finally come to light.

"nothing."

Fang Xinghe replied nonchalantly, "The house my mother left me was going to be demolished, and my uncle came over to make a scene. I was so angry that I poured half a bucket of gasoline against the wall of his house in the middle of the night, hoping to scare him."

All true, except the last sentence.

Brother Fang, you are also good at journalism, and you are definitely better than the Southern School.

"what?!"

Zhao Chunhua was shocked. She has been working in the media for many years and is much more sensitive than Wang Yali.

"Is it a big deal? Are many people aware of it?"

“Not much, but many people know about it.”

Fang Xinghe thought for a moment and added, "But there probably aren't many people willing to reveal it."

Zhao Chunhua completely gave up his fantasy and said anxiously and seriously, "You must go on stage for an interview as soon as possible and clarify this matter in detail.

You don't understand some media outlets. After getting this kind of information, it's impossible for them to report it objectively and calmly!

Xiao Fang, don't pin your hopes on their professional ethics or moral character. "Human blood steamed buns are your own conclusion, and now is the perfect time to eat your blood steamed buns!"

"I know."

Fang Xinghe looked at the empty starlight panel with only a few fragments left, and curled up the corners of his mouth faintly.

"Slander, falsification, quoting out of context, fabricating rumors, framing, and accusing people... these are all common practices, nothing new."

Zhao Chunhua let out a sigh of relief: "It's good that you know the seriousness of the situation. This matter is not like the previous minor incidents. If it really gets out of hand, it will be a devastating blow to your reputation."

Is it?

Fang Xinghe doesn't think so.

The fundamental logic of “reputation” is this:

In today's era, the commercial monetization channels for fame are very limited, and only a positive reputation can be converted into sufficient economic value. Therefore, once a public figure has an indelible stain, it will be a devastating blow.

The woman Fang Xinghe admires most in the entertainment industry is a good example.

Grandma Xiaoqing, after coming out of the trading house, could only go to Hengdian to play supporting roles. She went from being an absolute big star to a troublesome person who was no better than a cow or a horse.

So from a normal point of view, once Fang Xinghe is nailed down, his future will indeed be greatly damaged.

But the problem is...

Do the rules and regulations of today really have a strong impact on Fang Xinghe?
Or to be more precise, does he really need to be picked and chosen by those who control the resources based on his "good or bad reputation"?
Obviously, this is not the case.

So, there was no fear, not even a trace, only expectation in his heart.

When it comes to playing black and red, you, Brother Fang, are the expert.

And the indignant big brother is a perfect crowbar...

　Brothers, this is the first time I write an entertainment article. Could it be that what I think is exciting is different from what everyone likes?
　　If this possibility is objective, I will pay more attention to it later.

　　High information content increases the sense of immersion, while high emotional content increases the sense of satisfaction. These two cannot coexist. For this book, I plan to slowly adjust my writing style for entertainment articles.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)