Generation Z Artists

Chapter 244 What a sin!
The corridor was quiet.

But in Liu Yifei's heart, a thunderous roar resounded, and lightning flashed and thunder roared everywhere on the barren, dry land.

In that instant, Nenxian experienced a complex mix of emotions she had never felt before.

Fear, shame, blankness, confusion, panic... all of which eventually turned into extreme anger.

Damn it...

Dragon Flower Fist Final Form, Heaven and Earth Overlord Returns, Prepare!

Liu Yifei subconsciously clenched her fists, wanting to punch Yang Mi's hateful face hard.

But Yang Mi isn't stupid.

She hopped to the side like a rabbit and raised her hand to signal "stop."

"Stop! Hold it in! Save your anger for when you're filming!"

After maintaining a safe distance, Yang Mi smiled smugly.

"Hmph! Director Fang told me to keep an eye on you and make sure you don't sneak any food, so don't blame me~~~ Hurry up and hand it over!"

A soft "poof" seemed to emanate from Liu Yifei's mental world, and a hole appeared in the domineering aura that wanted to crush Yang Mi, from which anger rapidly dissipated.

"Director Fang?"

Nenxian's eyes widened, but the light inside them suddenly went out.

"of course!"

Yang Mi was extremely proud, feeling a strong sense of triumph and the pure joy of finally releasing her jealousy.

"Before he left, he specifically told me to keep a close eye on your training and not to let you sneak any food! Sure enough, Director Fang guessed right. Little Feifei, you've been naughty! Hand it over now, hehehehe!"

"I...I...I...I..."

Xiao Xian'er stammered again. She wasn't good at denying things and didn't know what to say. Her ears turned bright red.

Being caught red-handed by the person you hate most is truly humiliating.

Fortunately, the corridor remained quiet, and no one came out to see what was going on.

"Hmph! Here you go!"

She pulled out a plastic bag and threw it at Yang Mi, not even bothering to say a harsh word, and then turned and ran.

Deng Deng Deng!
She dashed upstairs in a flash, running at a speed of 6 seconds to 100 meters, pushed open the bedroom door, pounced on the bed, pulled the blanket over her head, and screamed "Ahhh!"

Hate hate hate!

Yang Mi is so annoying!
Fang Xinghe is the same!
After screaming for a while, having vented her panic and shame, a wave of despair suddenly surged into her heart—Oh my god, what am I going to do now?

How am I supposed to face anyone now?!
……

Actually, the problem isn't that serious.

The next day, people didn't look at her with contempt; instead, they mostly felt sympathy.

Um, it's also a little bit funny...

To adults, this is just a few children playing around.

In film crews, taking kickbacks and submitting false invoices are common occurrences, and no one laughs at them. So why would anyone laugh at a little girl for taking a chicken leg?
On the contrary, everyone knew how miserable and hard-working Liu Yifei had been, so the previous resentment dissipated after this incident, and the staff began to feel sorry for this pretty little girl.

Unfortunately, due to Director Fang's ban, no one dared to comfort her or express such goodwill.

The only thing people can do is try their best not to look at her when they run into her.

—No, I can't look at her, I'll burst out laughing!

As a result, because everyone avoided her gaze and had subtle expressions when they met her, Liu Yifei became completely withdrawn.

His shoulders hunched, his steps faltered, his head drooped, and he cautiously surveyed his surroundings…

Especially when she sees Yang Mi, Xiao Fei'er always instantly thinks of that big chicken leg, and her eyes will jump to the side as if she's been electrocuted, looking unfocused and flickering.

As the lockdown period neared its end, actor Chen Daoming arrived at the film set.

After taking a closer look at Liu Yifei, he exclaimed in surprise.

"Wow! Director Fang really knows how to pick actors! When I saw her at the press conference last time, she was a lively little princess. Now she's been adjusted to be so precise? Great, this girl is really smart and talented!"

"puff!"

Gong Li spat out a mouthful of tea on the spot, choking and coughing.

"what happened?"

Chen Daoming was completely dumbfounded and had no idea what was going on.

Zhao Xiaoding shook his head with a wry smile: "Sigh, you don't understand... What a tragedy!"

commit a sin?

Who committed this sin?
What sins have you committed?
Teacher Chen stroked his chin, feeling like his brain wasn't working properly...

Weird people, weird film crew, hey, this is really weird!

……

At this time, the leader of the evil sect was having fun in America.

Fang Sheng's return to Washington was a big deal, and the flight information had been leaked early on.

But he refused to give interviews and went straight to the MCI center as soon as he got off the plane, leaving the media hanging like a tug-of-war, with all his emotions left to fester.

In fact, the opening match this year was scheduled for October 28, but Fang Xinghe arrived on October 2. Of course, he couldn't stay in the United States forever, let alone hide from the media forever.

This trip to the US is mainly for business, and I'll also practice with my Wizards teammates for two days, and then do some early promotion for "Heroes".

Heroes is scheduled to launch in North America on December 25, but distribution negotiations are not yet finalized.

Fang Xinghe was there as an ace, to lend support and put pressure on the enemy.

OK, let's do it one thing at a time.

The first thing we did after landing was to meet up with our teammates and have a party at Danzi's big villa.

"WOW! Ladies and gentlemen, let us warmly welcome the esteemed Commander, Fang Xinghe, back to his former kingdom!"

Jordan gave Fang Xinghe a warm hug at the door, while the exuberant Robinson jumped onto the DJ booth, grabbed the microphone, and screamed loudly.

His teammates swarmed around him and ushered him to the "throne" in the center of the lawn, next to the pool.

Facing the pool, there's a wide open space in front, where women of all skin tones are soaking in the water or writhing on the shore. Most are wearing bikinis, while the least are wearing real leather, making it a feast for the eyes.

"Hey bro, how was your holiday?"

"I'm very good."

Fang Xinghe took the beer they offered, but didn't drink it.

"I am very pleased to see that you are all here."

"Hahaha!"

Jordan laughed heartily and put his arm around Hamilton: "We're family, like brothers! So, nobody's leaving, nobody's leaving!"

It wasn't like this in my past life...

Fang Xinghe found it somewhat amusing, but not unexpected.

In the NBA, victory can change everything.

For example, during the offseason, Pollin repeatedly emphasized to the media: "McClour is part of our (management) team, without a doubt. The team is mine, but it's also his, and we all know what will happen next season..."

Pauline can no longer kick Michael Jordan out, no matter how the season goes.

As of now, the Wizards still hold the title of the NBA's most valuable team.

Fang Xinghe and Dan together created one of the most legendary seasons in modern basketball history.

The godhood of the basketball god was not only not broken, but was sublimated once again;
Washington Saint's career was as short as a shooting star, but it was also as brilliant.

Giving up Dan means giving up the glory the two created together, which in turn means giving up Fang Xinghe, and ultimately means giving up the goodwill and support of Washington fans.

Therefore, Dan will become a Wizards shareholder once he finishes this year's tour.

Of course, he would have to spend some money to get the shares he wanted.

"Bro, why don't you vote for some too!"

"I?"

Yes, we should stay together!

Danzi's eyes were burning with passion.

"Only if we remain bound together will a genius always remain a genius!"

"What did Pauline say?"

"He's very willing. In fact, how many shares I get depends in part on how many shares you're willing to take." Very good, very frank.

Fang Xinghe certainly understood Danzi's meaning and also comprehended Bolin's intentions.

The current prodigy can be described as a Washington star that spans the elite class and the working class of Black people.

Pollin is not important in this, and no fan cares who the team owner is, but everyone cares about whether the Wizards can continue to be associated with Fang Xinghe and Jordan in the future.

As long as we are all together, the fairy tale of genius will never end.

Once everyone disperses, the initial enthusiasm will quickly fade.

"This is also a good thing for me, and it sounds like I have no reason to refuse. But..."

Fang Xinghe shrugged: "How many shares is Bolin willing to give up?"

Danzi stared intently at him: "I'll take 25%, you take 20%, we have equal priority."

Why am I shorter than you?

"Because you are Chinese, with yellow skin, you won't stay here long-term."

"So I'm just making a financial investment?"

"No, of course not."

Quite surprisingly, on this issue, Da Dan solemnly shook his head.

"You will have a greater say than me in team building and even senior management. I know what I can do well; I have a lot of management experience and am good at discovering and developing players, but you are better than me, and I am willing to listen to your opinions..."

Fang Xinghe: ? ? ?

No, where did you get your confidence from?
For a moment, Fang Xinghe was stunned. Then he realized, oh, Danzi didn't leave a big mess on Kwame. On the contrary, he selected the most valuable number one draft pick in NBA history.

Well, so it was me who gave him confidence... Never mind then.

This situation left Fang Ge somewhat amused and exasperated. But then again, regardless of whether Danzi was exaggerating or not, he was convinced, so this movie was pretty good, wasn't it?
"Okay, if the price isn't too high, I'll give it a try."

"Of course it's not high!"

Jordan beamed and kept assuring everyone, "That guy keeps track of everything; he would never dare to overcharge you!"

Yes, Pauline is very self-aware.

Before the formal negotiations, he took the initiative to confide in Fang Xinghe.

"The Wizards are currently valued at approximately $4.5 million, ranking second in the league, slightly below the New York Knicks, and all of this is thanks to you, my good friend, the son of Washington!"

So of course I won't ask you for too much money... 7000 million!
So, isn't this a particularly fair price, my friend?

It sounds good, but Fang Xinghe never needs an answer that is merely "not bad".

"4500 million, my friend."

He calmly replied, "If I score even one more point, I'll say goodbye to basketball forever, my friend."

Fang Xinghe taunted Bolin with his cheek, and the two friends in a row made Bolin's smile freeze.

"Um, I need to think about it... mine... I'll think about it seriously."

Bolin agreed to Fang Xinghe's offer without much consideration.

At first glance, acquiring a 20% stake in the Wizards for $4500 million seems like a huge loss, but it means Fang Xinghe will never have another home team. Whether it's worth it or not depends entirely on the performance of the basketball market this year.

After the two reached an agreement, they officially informed the media.

"When Mike and Star River finish their tour for the year, the Wizards will take them on as shareholders, forever keeping their banner flying high in Washington..."

Local media were ecstatic, while New York media were devastated.

"We'll never get Fang... Why won't the Knicks accept him as a member of New York? That's Fang! Fuck Dolan!"

Dolan blinked, bewildered, thinking: He didn't win a championship in New York either? Are you guys crazy?
New York fans are pretty crazy; they bought out all the tickets for the Wizards' home game in New York on the spot and made banners to warmly welcome Fang Sheng home.

But this tiny ripple in the world of basketball is far less important than something else—

Fang Xinghe appeared on Oprah for the second time.

This year marks the final peak of the Oprah Winfrey Show; after its zenith, a long decline is about to begin.

Although it declined all the way down to 2010, it still had over ten million viewers per episode, but it was never as popular as it is this year. Advertising on it is only slightly less effective than the Super Bowl, and it is more suitable for cultural topics.

"Oh! Star River, I've missed you so much!"

Oprah immediately evoked the image of Uncle Benshan (a famous Chinese comedian), and then enthusiastically pulled him into chatting about this and that.

Today's most important task is to promote "Heroes", so Fang Ge stepped on a little shark again while he was bored.

The incident began when Oprah brought up the octagon that never materialized.

Fang Xinghe replied, "It might be a good thing if we can't fight."

Oprah seized on the crux of the matter and pressed on with great interest: "Why? Now, American karate and taekwondo are criticizing your Chinese kung fu for being impractical and too flashy. Is that part of the reason?"

"Any skill can be used in real combat, although I'm not really good at unarmed fighting..."

"So, there's a possibility you can't beat Shaq?"

"No, what I mean is, I might not be able to control the force of my shot and cause irreparable damage to Shaq. Neither the league nor federal insurance will allow that to happen, and I will also be hated by the people of Los Angeles, which will prevent the movie from hitting the biggest box office in North America... It's not good for anyone."

Oprah was taken aback for a moment, then burst into laughter.

"Wow, wow! Star River, you're so cool! Your comebacks are always so beautiful. I love you to death, from the bottom of my heart!"

The great white shark, who was watching TV, got so angry that it smashed the remote control.

"Fuck SR! Isn't that all over? How much longer are you going to keep nagging about this?!"

That means we'll keep arguing until "Hero" is taken offline.

If you don't capitalize on trending topics, what kind of online army are you?
Oprah and O'Neal have a good relationship, and she actually tried to salvage things for him a bit.

"But SR, I heard that the league doesn't allow the game, and O'Neal himself insists he'd be happy to accept the challenge..."

"Yes, the league won't allow it."

Fang Xinghe shrugged, exuding an air of nonchalance.

"But as you've seen, I don't care who allows it or who doesn't. I'm ready to fight at any time. So the problem clearly lies with the other side; he's not resolute enough, right?"

“That’s really tough. I mean, it’s about determination. After all, there’s no one else like you who doesn’t care about the league’s salary and status at all…”

Oprah did her last thing for O'Neal, then changed her tune.

"So, we can only experience your kung fu skills in your movies?"

"Yes."

Fang Xinghe has returned to normal publicity.

"I fought beautifully, and I also made sure it was realistic. The action scenes in this movie will be the pinnacle of world film history and will never be surpassed by any other movie."

"If I were allowed to use that gun, I'd be kneeling down and begging O'Neal not to die in less than three seconds..."

Oprah was taken aback by Fang Xinghe's reference to internet memes from the future, then burst into laughter, almost breaking the sofa in the process.

The sofa didn't break, but the shackles did.

He smashed the water bottle against the TV and yelled, "SR, I'm going to kill you!"

After yelling, he stopped watching TV, threw down his hamburger, and stormed off to the gym.

Lose another 15 pounds and swatt that dead fly away in the opening game!

……

The pleasant time passed quickly.

In the latter half of the show, the topic gradually turned serious, and the two talked about "My Young," which was creating a best-selling phenomenon of the year.

“SR, did you know that some of your articles have caused a great sensation and impact in American society?”

"I know."

Fang Xinghe nodded solemnly: "This is also an important reason why I returned to the United States ahead of schedule."

"Then let's have a good talk!"

Oprah was very excited.

"Let's talk about your essays 'Sex,' 'Democracy,' and 'Culture War'..."

After being translated into English, the satirical articles, led by "Sex, Violence, and Lies," finally caused a stir in the United States.

Arrived late.

Now, Americans have realized that Fang Xinghe is not only a basketball genius, but also a super-speaker who doesn't tolerate anyone.

This is so interesting, isn't it?
(End of this chapter)