Generation Z Artists

Chapter 229 Finally, we can start harvesting the American韭菜 (a metaphor for exploiting Americans).

The people of Washington organized a grand parade and celebration for Fang Xinghe.

The logic of this statement doesn't seem right at first glance. The celebration was requested by the Wizards, and the approval came from the city government. The people of Washington only played a supporting role.

But if it weren't for Fang Xinghe, they really wouldn't have been so supportive.

The parade vehicle was a double-decker sightseeing bus, and the Wizards players stood on the second-floor terrace, waving down below.

Fang Ge and Danzi led the way side by side, but within a few minutes, Fang Ge had to hide behind Danzi.

These women really smashed him!
Moreover, don't smash good stuff.

Bras, panties, stockings, crumpled notes...

Every now and then a beautiful woman would suddenly pull up her T-shirt, revealing a lively rabbit, and often there were Chinese and English words written on her chest.

From the most basic "I love you," to the relatively difficult "I love you faithfully," to the nonsensical "You can *me anytime," and even the "You are my god" that should be burned at the stake.

Along the way, the Wizards' group of perverts saw many balls, pink and white, black and brown, and the handsome Fang's conquests spanned different races.

Danzi was incredibly envious: "Actually, I'm quite handsome too... among Black people. But I'm just not that popular... Can you teach me? How do I act cool to get a ton of beautiful girls madly in love with me?"

Those familiar with Jordan know that this is a rather "weak" tone, meaning he considers you someone worthy of respect.

Unbeknownst to many, Danzi and Fang Ge's relationship has eased and become as close as friends, even though the media is still keen to put them down.

Fang Xinghe glanced at Danzi and sneered, "Pretending to be cool is definitely not something you do intentionally. I never pretend to be cool. I just am my true self. They love me purely because I am worthy. Mike, don't try to imitate me. You won't be able to."

Danzi was disgusted.

Those around him quickly stepped aside—afraid of vomiting on the commander's clothes.

"Fuck you, SR!"

Danzi replied, "If I could beat you, I would have done it long ago. Damn it, you're always the most infuriating person."

The fact that swearing has resurfaced in his mouth proves that the relationship is different now; otherwise, if Brother Fang had given Danzi an elbow strike, Danzi would have had to go back to bed for a glucose drip.

After exchanging a few words, Danzi suddenly asked, "At which shows will you be coming back for your retirement tour?"

Fang Xinghe replied leisurely, "That depends on when my movie is released."

"Hero? Or do you have other plans?"

Danzi was very interested.

"I will definitely see 'Hero'. As for other projects, are there any opportunities for me to participate? Hollywood has been in talks with you, hasn't it? I'm willing to play any supporting role for you!"

This is the greatest kindness Jordan could offer; he really isn't someone who likes to play a supporting role.

"Hollywood projects..."

Fang Xinghe pondered for a moment, then shook his head.

"They were too eager to exploit me and didn't give me enough respect."

Danzi was so surprised she clicked her tongue: "But I heard they offered you a staggering $2000 million?! Is that just a rumor?"

"No, the price is real."

Fang Xinghe continued to shake his head.

"But price is exactly what I value least. I need power."

"Wow, you're already on par with Tom Cruise and Will Smith, and you're still not satisfied? What kind of sincerity does Hollywood have to offer?"

Fang Xinghe finds it difficult to explain to laymen that in Hollywood, pay is the lowest level of respect.

He simply replied, "The producer-centric system means that I have four mountains weighing me down: the director, the screenwriter, the producer, and the company. They only want my popularity and don't believe in my abilities. I won't work with people like that."

In fact, there are many good projects coming to us.

It could even be said that after winning the championship, all the projects of the seven major Hollywood studios opened their doors to Fang Xinghe.

Leaving aside the low-budget films, there are seven blockbuster films that have left their mark on history.

Pirates of the Caribbean 1, the handsome blacksmith.

The Matrix Revolutions, the ultimate boss.

Terminator 3: The Machine Awakens, liquid metal Terminator.

In "Kill Bill," Quentin Tarantino relentlessly pursues Fang Xinghe, implying that he won't film unless Fang comes.

And there are also films currently in the planning stages such as "The Day After Tomorrow", "50 First Dates", and "Spider-Man 2".

The most outrageous thing is the Spider-Man project. Columbia Pictures actually had the idea of ​​replacing Tobey Maguire, the male lead of the previous film, with Fang Xinghe, a Chinese actor, to play Spider-Man.

Moreover, their enthusiasm for engaging with the group shows that they are serious.

"Your performance is absolutely the best in the world, and your number of fans is only behind a handful of people like Michael Jackson and the Backstreet Boys. Columbia firmly believes this will be a win-win situation for us..."

Fang Xinghe didn't know how much Spider-Man 2 had grossed worldwide; he simply couldn't accept being just a supporting character in the main story.

"Can I revise the script, direct part-time, be credited as a producer, and receive a share of the box office profits?"

"..."

The visitor was dumbfounded.

“Looks like it won’t work.” Brother Fang shrugged. “Then please go back. Hollywood can’t get me for the time being. See you in a few years.”

After the senior vice president returned, Fang Xinghe's arrogance and conceit spread throughout Hollywood.

The large companies gave up on further contact with him, preparing to see him make a fool of himself.

Small companies are willing to do anything, but they rely on him to attract investment, mainly by getting something for nothing.

So in reality, Fang Xinghe has no connection with Hollywood anymore, and all his projects are on hold.

"Are you really going back to your country to direct and make movies?"

Jordan's face showed obvious doubt.

"Are you sure you can do it? I know very well how picky the American market is about foreign-language films. And if your film can't do well in the US, Hollywood will shut the door on you forever..."

"You seem to know quite a lot?"

Fang Xinghe was somewhat surprised. Wasn't Danzi a pretty smart boss? Why did he seem to lose control during the talent show?
"Nonsense! I have made outstanding contributions as the president of the Wizards!"

Danzi proudly raised his cigar, and Fang Xinghe couldn't help but remind him, "Don't let pride blind you to your vigilance. Be careful of Bolin; he's not a good person with clear principles."

"You're right, but he wouldn't dare."

Danzi took a puff of his cigar with a boastful air.

In his past life, he was just as arrogant, and as a result, he was kicked out of the house by Pauline.

However, things should be different this time. He and Dan have led the 19-win Wizards to the championship, increasing the market tenfold. As long as Pollin doesn't want to offend all Washington fans, he will most likely keep his promise.

When the time comes, I can find a way to put some pressure on myself, and it should be fine.

Fang Xinghe wasn't trying to defend Jordan, but rather he didn't want Paulin to ruin the perfection of this legendary moment.

Imagine, after the retirement tour, Fang Xinghe and Da Dan performed a heartwarming brotherly love story, only for Da Dan to be kicked out the moment he turned around. Wouldn't the story of the SM group "winning the championship at first meeting" seem like a joke?
No one is allowed to touch my peaches except me!

Fang Xinghe thought this way, and he did this way.

He specifically sought out Pauline and subtly warned, "There's only one year left. I hope both you and Michael can have a perfect ending."

Pauline's expression froze.

He disliked Fang Xinghe's threatening tone, and he disliked even more a player pointing fingers at him.

But he quickly laughed.

"Of course, of course! We all deserve a perfect ending, and nothing can stop us!"

Even though Fang Xinghe has retired, he wouldn't dare to fall out with our Brother Fang.

Are you kidding me? The prestige of Washington Saint Petersburg is something a small business owner like you can't possibly claim.
With just a flick of Fang Ge's tongue, everything the Wizards currently possess will crumble in an instant.

The entire parade lasted three and a half hours, attracting nearly 50 citizens to the streets. It's unclear who made the count, but the entire parade route was packed with people. The celebration's final stop was that white house.

The then-US President greeted everyone at the courtyard gate, took a group photo with them, and then had a special, cordial conversation with Fang Xinghe.

It's probably just those empty platitudes like "I'm your fan" and "Thank you for everything you've done for the American people and the people of Washington."

This guy took Fang Xinghe's jersey and boots, and gave Fang a book in return... What are you trying to prove, you cultured person!

Let's not go into the more specific details; in short, it was all a political show.

Given Fang Ge's status in Washington, it's worth it for him to do this.

There is no private contact information available.

As soon as he was out of the camera's view, Fang's expression became calm and reserved, and the other party's smile quickly became polite, making it a peak performance of putting on an act.

After spending an hour at the White House, the group arrived at Washington’s largest outdoor arena, where 100,000 people had gathered.

As each person took the stage to speak, Fang Ge stopped putting on airs and instead began to narrate in a calm and measured manner.

“Thank you to this city, thank you all. This place has given me wonderful memories. I will continue on my journey, and I know you will support me, just like every night at the MCI Center when you called my name. I love that sound…”

Before Fang Xinghe could finish fanning the crowd, the cheers of 100,000 people erupted in the stadium.

"Fang! Fang! Fang!"

Fang Ge waved with a big smile: "This is just a goodbye, not a final farewell. I will come back here to promote my new book and my movie, and share everything with you."

And you…

Fang Xinghe took a deep breath and shouted, "Keep calling my name like that, keep calling it!"

"Fang! Fang! Fang!"

The shouts grew increasingly frenzied and deafening.

The head of the online trolls is so professional at manipulating fans.

With the resonance of 100,000 people, the number of crazy fans increased by thousands, and the number of die-hard fans by tens of thousands. If there is a chance to do this in every city, wouldn't the United States be under Fang's control?

Of course, that's a pipe dream; the situation in Washington cannot be replicated.

New York is definitely worth a special trip, but unfortunately, Fang Xinghe is truly tired of basketball.

—Once he regains his full strength and health, who will be able to stand against him?
Those taller than him aren't as fast, those heavier than him can jump as high, and those who can jump higher than him are practically nonexistent. When smaller players are playing against bigger players, it's like playing against a son; when playing against players of similar size, it's like playing against a grandson...

That's how ridiculously overpowered the cheaters are; that's why I lost interest in stomping noobs early on.

Beating up Nanshan Kindergarten sounds exciting, but actually doing it is incredibly boring.

The celebration concluded in an extremely enthusiastic atmosphere.

At this point, Fang Xinghe had only one last thing to do in the United States—to harvest the韭菜 (a metaphor for exploiting people).

Nike made a killing, the Wizards made a killing, all the endorsement deals made a killing, only Fang himself didn't make much money.

Are you singing wildly?

That doesn't count.

That was a scythe prepared for Japan and South Korea, and incidentally it also reaped some American fans, so it's not very memorable.

However, Fang Xinghe didn't have any good projects to promote at the moment. "Hero" was still in post-production and was aiming for the Christmas season this year, with plans for a simultaneous global release.

After thinking it over and over, Gou Fang took out his collection of essays, "My Youth".

This thing isn't sensitive, or rather, the sensitive points are different, which makes it suitable for global publication.

After a period of intensive preparation, on June 22, three days after the celebration, Fang Xinghe's collection of essays, "My Young," was released globally.

In fact, the main focus was on the North American market, and the North American market did not disappoint Fang Xinghe.

The hardcover edition is priced at $41, the highest on the market. Previously, the hardcover edition of Susan Sontag's "Where the Point Is" was priced at only $33.99.

The paperback edition is priced at $17.2, symbolizing that it was officially released when Fang Xinghe was 17 years and 2 months old.

These two prices are truly outrageously expensive.

But it sells very well.

In a flash, the hardcover edition was completely sold out, and the paperback edition reached 300 million copies in just three days, racing towards the top spot as the best-selling book of the year.

The American book market is a rather abnormal phenomenon.

Self-help and spirituality are the most popular book categories.

Books by celebrities (politicians, actors, and hosts) are the most important source of best-selling books.

Children and teenagers are the largest segment market.

Teaching materials and supplementary learning resources are the most expensive single item...

In addition, the New York Times bestseller list and Oprah's Book Club are the most effective promotional methods. Being on the list is equivalent to being a bestseller, and being recommended is equivalent to being a blockbuster.

Finally, the advertising is ridiculously expensive, which is a huge drain on your budget.

However, Fang Ge's new book saved almost 90% of the publicity costs. Oprah Winfrey took the initiative to share it in her book club, the New York Times immediately put it on the bestseller list, major media outlets gave it their full coverage, and the Washington Post even created a special book column...

Another celebration.

In reality, Fang Ge gave very little profit to the publishing house. He bought the ISBN in Washington, found the printing plant himself, and kept the distribution fees to a minimum... Everyone was working for Fang Sheng.

They'd be happy to do it.

Since Americans don't care about the World Cup anyway, the buzz surrounding Fang Xinghe's retirement and book publication is just what fills this summer.

Therefore, Brother Fang had a great time making a profit.

The strategy of releasing hardcover and paperback editions simultaneously is not common in the United States; the latter is usually released eight months later, serving as a supplement and extension to the former.

But Fang Xinghe didn't care about all that; he wanted to target both the high-end and low-end markets.

The Black guy obediently went to buy the paperback version, and even though he couldn't understand it, he forced his child to read it.

White elites always buy the premium edition and write reviews.

As for girly pink... line up!
We have to attend the autograph session, and even if we don't get an autograph, we'll still throw our bras in SR's face!
Because of this bad practice in the United States, Fang Xinghe's autograph booth was set up very high and far away from the queuing area.

Then, the open space in the middle was filled with all sorts of random clutter, which was outrageous.

He only held five book signing events: Washington, New York, Los Angeles, Seattle, and Toronto.

Wherever they went, long lenses and microphones were in front, and thousands of female fans followed behind, while football fans couldn't get a front-row seat.

Actually, the idol-worshiping culture in North America is completely different from that in Asia, but your Fang Ge is currently very popular, and everyone who's going to scream, get dizzy, or get pregnant is going to be there.

Squeezing in line won't get you pregnant, but being glanced at by Fang Xinghe will.

—A 13-year-old white girl was found to be 12 weeks pregnant by her school. When facing the media, she insisted: No one touched me. He only glanced at me at a Star River book signing event, and I found out I was pregnant when I got home.

This outrageous incident actually made it into the Los Angeles Morning Post and was widely circulated.

Then, the rumor that Fang Xinghe caused underage girls to become pregnant spread wider and wider, leaving a deep impression on a considerable number of North American people.

No one judged him; they just subconsciously believed that he was just the kind of playboy he was supposed to be.

Who the hell can I reason with?

In early July, Fang finally returned to China with a bag full of money and a belly full of anger.

He doesn't need to worry about the sales of his collection of essays; it's destined to be a long-lived bible, and it wouldn't be surprising if it sold hundreds of millions in sales.

There's no need to worry about the debate among American sports media regarding the "correct ranking of Star Rivers in history." They'll be arguing for decades, from being tied for first place to being among the top ten goalkeepers, and they'll never reach a consensus.

There's no need to pay attention to the fervent desire of Japan, South Korea, Southeast Asia, and even Europe for him to take a trip. There's nothing worth cutting now. Once I've forged my new sickle, I'll go myself without you having to invite me.

There are only two things that Fang Xinghe truly needs to take to heart—

First, how do we deal with these fragile, overly self-conscious, immature adults in China?
Secondly, it's time to make my first directorial work. What should I make?
When he returned to China, it was summer vacation. Fang Xinghe locked himself in his courtyard and began to review domestic information and think about his next steps.

(End of this chapter)