Generation Z Artists

Chapter 78: This might be a martial god, right?
"Oh?"

Fang Xinghe narrowed his eyes with a half-smile and looked over.

"It seems that you are very familiar with the cultural circle in China? Then could you please introduce it to me, what is going on in the current cultural circle?"

Chen Danqing was stunned by the question.

In fact, he was not too afraid of being humiliated or attacked by Fang Xinghe.

There are three reasons.

First, he never wrote any article criticizing Fang Xinghe.

Second, his sister is grateful to Fang Xinghe.

Third, he is not a member of any party, but he can become a member of any party.

Therefore, if Fang Xinghe started cursing indiscriminately, it would be beneficial for him to win sympathy and establish a base among the two camps of people who dislike Fang Xinghe and neutral audiences.

This is actually a good thing, and it is also the core reason why he still wants to test the wolf cub even though he knows that he is extremely powerful.

However, Fang Xinghe was more patient than he expected, and his reply was soft but firm, which seemed to be a hidden trap, which was quite unexpected.

"Um……"

Chen Dan paused for a moment, delayed for a while, and finally chose to continue playing dirty.

"In fact, I am not very familiar with the cultural circles in China. I went abroad very early and my accent has changed. This time I decided to return to China on a whim, mainly to see you and have a good chat with you.

I don’t have any specific suggestions, but I have one piece of advice: being too rigid will only lead to failure, so it’s really unnecessary.”

Chen Danqing looks like he's speaking from the bottom of his heart and is only doing good for you. There's no harm in that, but it's extremely confusing.

However, Fang Xinghe only felt nauseous.

In Wang Yali's information, this person's life was described very clearly. In fact, he had not done anything bad, but he happened to be the kind of person that Fang Xinghe disliked and hated the most.

It's not because he engages in political speculation, nor because he loves to show off, nor because he worships foreign things. These are not big things and are not worth remembering.

What Fang Xinghe couldn't accept was that the old bastard deliberately vilified that person.

When he wanted to get rid of his identity as an educated youth, he licked it wildly, and then he was disrespectful after that. Not only was his moral level shameful, but the behavior itself violated Fang Xinghe's taboo.

One particularly magical phenomenon is that Generation Z generally respects their ancestors, but at this moment, reflecting on and criticizing their mistakes is the true morality.

If we talk about the impetuousness and rebelliousness of the times, the period from now until 08 is probably the worst in history.

When Fang Xinghe first learned about this, he was so shocked that he couldn't believe it at all.

What on earth are you thinking?
How wonderful is the world now?

Opportunities are everywhere and the path to advancement is extremely wide. Society not only rewards the three elements of capital, background and relationships, but also rewards all other extra qualities such as vision, hard work, experience, knowledge, adventurous spirit, etc. with a premium.

In such an unprecedented golden age, why are people so violent?
Later he realized that every vested interest group would think that now is the best time, and everyone who cannot find the direction to strive for would think that now is the worst time.

There is no need to put it more harshly. This is the reflection of the times in people's hearts.

But there is a type of person who is always disliked no matter what era they are in - they eat the most when they pick up the bowl, and curse the most when they put down their chopsticks - Chen Danqing is such a person.

So, seeing that this old bastard was getting eager to try, Fang Xinghe's dormant violent nature also began to stir.

Come on, it’s your turn!
"So, you took the initiative to leave this literary and artistic circle? You also think they are stinking?"

Fang Xinghe looked at Chen Danqing with a smile, and saw a few traces of sweat appear on his forehead.

To deal with this kind of sinister villain, you can't use the old routines. It's impossible for him to reveal too big a flaw, so don't think about killing him with one blow, you have to torture him slowly.

"No no!"

Chen Danqing waved his hands hastily and explained earnestly: "I am... um... I want to study abroad. After all, oil painting originated in the West, so going abroad and communicating with Western artists can gain different benefits. It has nothing to do with the domestic environment, haha!"

"Oh!" Fang Xinghe looked as if he had suddenly realized something, and continued to increase his strength, "So you have returned with advanced Western techniques, ready to establish a new school and bring some new ideas to the closed-minded small circle in China?"

"puff!"

Chen Danqing just wanted to drink some water, but almost choked on his own saliva.

"Hey, hey, hey, it's not possible, it's really not possible!"

His expression was extremely awkward, with visible panic in his eyes.

Fang Xinghe could tell at a glance that this old bastard was feeling a strong sense of uneasiness and was really returning to his country to "escape".

The leader of the water army later saw many people like this on the Internet.

After our family became strong, many "wanderers" who had lived abroad for many years, with a speculative heart, shouted the slogan "I want to go home to build the motherland" and rushed back.

Their common characteristic is that they appear to be glamorous on the outside and speak righteously, but in fact they are very timid inside.

I feel confused and uneasy. I want to start over, but I am afraid of the unfamiliar environment. I feel that I am superior to others, but I am afraid that I will not be able to adapt and will be ruined... So the first thing I do when I return home is to find someone to join my group, blend into a certain circle and hide away in it, in order to gain a false sense of security.

Chen Danqing is now obviously in the first stage of returning to China. Not only is he not the king he later became, he is also particularly worried about offending people in the circle.

Look at what he said -

"My level is not at that level yet. I can't even talk about establishing a new school. You praise me as a famous artist, and I dare admit that any higher praise would be a waste of praise."

This is not sobriety and humility, it's simply cowardice.

But the reaction was really quick, and he directly pointed out the word "overpraising".

That’s right, anyone who dares to speculate and succeeds many times will never fall into a trap easily.

Mr. Fang sneered in his heart: Since you don’t respond to my talk, I’m going to say something unpleasant.

What a coincidence, isn't it? I know exactly how to hit people like you where they are weak.

The faint smile on the boy's face immediately turned into just the right amount of surprise.

"That shouldn't be the case, Mr. Chen. You were already famous before you went abroad. You were also a young artist with high aspirations. You studied in the Western art world for 20 years. How come your level didn't improve and your spirit was worn out?"

Chen Danqing's expression froze, and a thousand horses were galloping through his heart.

You little bastard, are you speaking human language?!

What may sound like mild doubt to others actually uncovered a bloody scar in his heart - the time spent abroad was not just a waste of time, but also a torture both physically and mentally.

In terms of technique, he did not make any progress. What was even more cruel was that the most fundamental and important spirituality as an artist was also completely wiped out in the extremely depressing environment where he did not receive any recognition.

Otherwise, why do you want to return home so much?

Why are you so eager to step onto this stage which is not the most suitable one?

It was simple, he really couldn't stay any longer. He himself would never admit it, but the anger that suddenly welled up in his heart would not lie.

"Heart?! Ha!"

Chen Danqing's defense was broken without any warning. Not only was his expression a little distorted, he even imitated Fang Xinghe's previous attitude and made a disdainful "ha" sound.

And his next words were unusually fierce.

"Xiao Fang, you haven't seen anything, so you think you are fearless, but this is ridiculous. People must go out and see the world before they understand their own insignificance.

What is the level of your literary talent? Do you overestimate yourself?

The reason why everyone praises you is not because you are already very good, but because you are only 14 years old and have the potential to become very good.

But you shouldn't take all this seriously and be so arrogant!
Being clever, eloquent, handsome and outspoken are enough to attract many little girls, but in the real adult world, they are useless!

When you have the opportunity to go abroad, go and see the real geniuses in the West, Sergey, Musk, Mariam, Banks, Dave, Nolan, Beyonce... In science, literature, art, film and music, there are countless geniuses who have made real achievements!
If you are really capable and have such strong patriotic beliefs, you should use your words to conquer the United States, conquer the Western world, and strive for the Nobel Prize in Literature, instead of cursing this and that in your country and being irritated by some well-intentioned criticism!

Unfortunately, you have no idea how difficult it is to survive in a truly elite society like the United States with a yellow face.

You said I have lost my spirit. How ignorant! I have fought for the title of "Chinese Artist" for nearly 20 years. I have not succeeded, but I do not feel I have failed. I am more qualified than you to say "I have fought against fate"! "

In just a short paragraph, there are N traps and N+1 PUA tactics hidden, but the audience immediately agreed with it.

Nothing else, just four words - bring glory to the country.

This is the obsession that troubles all Chinese people in this era.

Many writers, scholars, directors, and superstars who grew up in this era have been entangled in this obsession throughout their lives.

Ordinary people can gradually let go of their worries, but those who are truly successful are more likely to become possessed.

The only exception is Fang Xinghe, who may be the person in China who cares least about this.

What's the proof of this?

When we use industrial Cthulhu to bring red terror to the whole world, and when our military strength crushes the global force, they will automatically come to lick the ditch, spontaneously learn Chinese, recite ancient poems, watch Chinese movies and TV series, and spontaneously maintain the orthodoxy of Chinese civilization.

The Western theory of the dangerous stone, the Western great scholars' debate on the Chinese classics, and the Western great reflection all originated from these two fundamental premises.

But before that, do you want to win the respect of thieves and robbers by relying on cultural soft power under the rules set by a bunch of scoundrels?
Isn't this simply sick?

As a member of Generation Z who truly possesses cultural confidence, he never obsesses over proving anything, and even more so, he despises this kind of train of thought.

If it's a fair game, then let's just go for it and fight them until we're crushed. I won't mind whether we win or lose.

But even though you know that the other party is discriminating against you and may change the rules and unplug the network cable at any time, you still insist on licking it, begging for mercy and fantasizing about an exception... This is really a disease and must be treated.

Amidst the warm applause from the audience, Fang Xinghe looked at Chen Danqing with pity. The more he looked at him, the funnier he found him.

No wonder his paintings become worse the older he gets, it turns out he is really useless.

But Fang Xinghe was not prepared to reason with the other party, present facts, or analyze the truth. There was no need, and he was not worthy of it.

Playing dirty?
Watch me break it with force!

"I really don't have much literary talent."

Fang Xinghe simply raised his eyebrows slightly, and with the help of his 79-point acting skills and basic skills of Gepai, his expression instantly turned into one of ridiculous disdain.

"But who told you that I was going to make my way in society by relying on my literary skills?"

Amid everyone's stunned eyes and bewildered expressions, Fang Xinghe sat upright on the sofa and slowly opened his arms, as if holding a ball in the air.

"what?"

What is this for?
No one reacted, and Fang Xinghe did not give them time to react. Suddenly, he pushed his back against the sofa, used his hips like a lever, and exerted force from his waist and hips, using all of his star value to add up to 82 points of Chen's Tai Chi Shiver Power!

The next moment, his waist twisted and loosened, his shoulders shook and recovered, his arms trembled and stabilized, his overall posture seemed to be moving but not moving, but the fabric sofa under his butt made a "crack" sound...

He actually cracked the wooden board at the connection!
Amid everyone's extremely unbelievable and shocked gazes, he withdrew his arm and performed a half-Taoist bow to Chen Danqing.

Finally, there was a slight smile with inexplicable meaning.

"Excuse me, I am actually an orthodox martial artist, the fifteenth generation disciple of the Wudang Mountain Sanfeng Sect Taoist Martial Arts School, Fang Xinghe. My courtesy."

"..."

The whole place was silent, completely silent.

Wang Meng was stunned. The old man was quite old, his eyes were wide open, his mouth was slightly open, and his saliva was almost flowing out.

Chen Dan was stunned. He opened his mouth, closed it, opened it again, and closed it again... Ababa Ababa, he wanted to say something, but no sound came out.

Jiao Guobiao was also confused, but besides being confused, he also felt relieved in his heart - Oh my god! Fortunately, it was just a quarrel, and fortunately, I didn't get too impulsive before...

Yang Xin was even more confused. Such a beautiful female host was leaning on the table, leaning forward, and stretching her head forward, with her neck stretched out so long, like a female turtle...

The audiences were all stunned, and for a moment you could hear a pin drop.

Only Lin Jingyu was not confused.

He jumped up with a flutter, his face full of uncontrollable shock. He said "Fuck!" and pointed at the sofa, his face flushed and his words incoherent.

"The sofa broke? Is it? Is it? I just heard it! It was a loud noise!"

Yes, many people heard it.

The studio uses a professional omnidirectional microphone. It's very sensitive in itself, but after being processed by the sound console in the director's room, such a loud cracking sound is very clear.

Fang Xinghe stood up slowly and nodded to the deputy director below the stage: "I'm sorry, I think I broke a sofa in the station..."

When he stood up, the camera immediately turned around and saw that the seat where Fang Xinghe was sitting before not only had a deep depression at the position of his buttocks, but his back was also obviously bent backwards at an angle.

Compared with the seat where Lin Jingyu had sat, it was too obvious.

"Wow!!!"

The audience finally reacted and started yelling and screaming.

Samurai?

You call this a warrior?!

This guy is probably the God of War, right? ! ! !
In the chaotic audience, Huang Jinghe jumped up, jumping and shouting: "Lele, look! This is our Xinghe, a real talent with both civil and military skills!"

At this moment, the rich red light on her body turned into a clear purple, stinging the eyes of Fang Xinghe who had just opened the starlight panel.

"what?"

This is how I got my first fan in life? !
(End of this chapter)