Generation Z Artists

Chapter 245 The Most Warlike Writer

"Let me state upfront that I have no intention of correcting any of your perceptions, but you cannot equate me with those idiots."

Fang Duidui's first sentence revealed his arrogance.

But it was real enough that the audience responded with a mix of amazement and admiration.

"Hahaha!" Oprah laughed loudly, subtly provoking, "Which idiots? You don't know many people in America. Let me guess... Oh!"

Faced with her deliberate prompting, Fang Xinghe waved his hand gently and replied frankly:
"Don't make wild guesses. Although I don't have many people I've had direct contact with, there are quite a few who have been attacking me. I'm always surrounded by negative news, while the alliance is relatively peaceful, even though some of them are indeed quite stupid."

The audience members smiled knowingly.

The audience for the Oprah Winfrey Show and basketball fans don't overlap much, so it's not offensive.

Even if they feel offended, they are willing to tolerate it for the time being.

This is the natural privilege that successful people can enjoy in the United States.

"God allows a few fools to exist to enrich the world, but the problem in America now is... there are just too many of them!"

Oprah always empathizes with her guests by putting herself in their shoes, and she is particularly adept at seizing small opportunities to guide them to open up.

Her expression was one of indignation.

"I don't understand basketball, but I do understand literature—I don't understand why so many critics attack your work as shallow and childish; their eyes really need some work done!"

"Because one's stance is paramount."

Fang Xinghe was the type to take any opportunity to get to the point, so he went straight to the main topic.

"Those who are willing to act based on facts are always a tiny minority. More often than not, mediocre people are swayed by their positions and stand on the opposite side of me at various levels..."

"and many more!"

Oprah interjected very sensitively: "Are you saying that everyone who stands against you is mediocre? Isn't that a bit arrogant?"

"Do not."

Fang Xinghe patiently corrected her: "What I mean is, those who are mediocre are the ones who are swayed by their positions. Smart people have already been shaping positions and guiding public opinion, and they have profited from it."

"Wow, that's a very interesting insight! So, who are some of these smart people? Would you mind mentioning them?"

"of course."

When it comes to causing trouble and messing with people, Brother Fang has never backed down.

He counted on his fingers: "Los Angeles media, Shaq, Universal Pictures, book critic Simon, rapper Brag, economist Friedman and his students, social theorist Thomas Sowell, talk show host Bill Maher, columnist Glenn Greenwald, Texas Congressman Ron Paul..."

Oprah's mouth gaped wider and wider as she stared in disbelief at Fang Xinghe reciting a long list.

Just how long is that list?

Brother Fang recited it for two minutes, but still hadn't finished.

When he finally stopped speaking, a burst of enthusiastic applause suddenly erupted from the audience.

Wow! You're so cool!

Oprah gave the audience two thumbs up, directly expressing her shock and admiration for Fang Xinghe's actions.

"You're such a vengeful guy, but for some reason, I feel good about it."

Fang Xinghe shrugged: "If anyone barks at me, I'll kick them. Unless I really don't have time, I'll kick them no matter how late it is."

"Hahahahaha!"

The laughter from the audience grew louder and louder; they found Fang Xinghe particularly amusing.

Oprah hurriedly dug deeper.

"But why do you think they are all shaping a stance? Once an article is written, the public has the right to evaluate it, but you seem particularly resistant to those critical voices."

"Because their criticism is not from a literary perspective."

Fang Ge started with almost zero frames and immediately unleashed his ultimate.

"On the contrary, they use my articles to embellish their own agendas and create disputes for political and economic purposes. My impression is that Americans seem to have gone mad... no, not just seem, a large number of them are indeed going mad."

"hiss……"

Oprah took a deep breath of Chinese cold noodles, then her eyes lit up, signaling the audience to applaud her.

"Although we haven't really heard your opinion yet, your courage deserves all of this! Come on, friends, let's pay our sincerest respects to our handsome and wise Star River!"

The Oprah Winfrey Show is sometimes very entertaining, and sometimes it's incredibly profound.

The second half of today's game will be the most memorable.

Why is this happening?

Fang Xinghe doesn't want to, and can't, rest on his laurels in basketball; he needs to rebuild his personal and social image in order to reap more benefits.

The basketball craze is only going to have one or two more waves left; once that's over, it'll probably fade away.

The new idol, Fang Xinghe, will be a more three-dimensional and socially influential opinion leader.

This is the most important thing he did on this trip—to complete his image transformation.

To achieve this goal, he must do something authoritative in a sufficiently authoritative setting.

Now is precisely the perfect opportunity.

Oprah laid the final groundwork for him.

“SR, you’ve named so many people. Are they all guilty? Are they all trying to smear and manipulate you for various reasons? I’m willing to believe you, but you have to convince my audience, or you’ll be in big trouble. I hope you understand the seriousness of this matter…”

"of course."

Fang Xinghe shrugged and began playing this high-level game with an air of nonchalance.

"This year is a very interesting and crucial juncture for the United States."

Because of what happened last year, the political atmosphere is highly unified, and public patriotism is running high. I personally believe that this is the peak of America's power, and you are experiencing your most prosperous period in history.

Fang Xinghe's voice was clear and unhurried.

His clear and concise wording makes it easy for everyone to understand and follow his logic.

His ability to integrate performance and public speaking allows him to capture the audience's full attention with minimal, simple gestures, such as looking up, pointing, or gazing.

He sketched gently, and a painting slowly unfolded before everyone.

"But at the same time, you are also in the midst of the third act of the neoliberal wave."

The reason? It's simple: a high degree of political uniformity.

You are in a state of absolute big government, with the expansion of government power, restrictions on civil liberties, and the implementation of neoconservative foreign policy, which has caused a great deal of concern.

These concerns were suppressed by mainstream media, making it difficult for their voices to effectively reach the public.

But the more suppressed they are, the more intense this anxiety and yearning for freedom become.

Just then, my collection of essays was published, and thanks to my popularity, it achieved good sales results.

As a result, naturally, my articles about freedom began to be widely disseminated and became the only weapon to break through this mainstream suppression and blockade.

Why is so much of the American literary criticism community so keen to discuss my articles?
Sex, violence, and lies—these elements are so common in America, have no other writers written about them?

Freedom, equality, and democracy—you talk about them every day, so why the sudden surge of enthusiasm?

Because they need such a gun.

It just so happens to be me, and I just so happen to be sharp enough…

Fang Xinghe's words caused countless people to fall into deep thought. As they began to recall, they immediately realized that it was indeed true.

This summer, the hottest topic was Fang Xinghe's collection of essays, and the most popular articles were those critical pieces that could be readily used.

Fang Xinghe's performance wasn't over yet; he continued to delve deeper into the analysis.

"In this wave, every opinion leader is trying to promote a certain position in order to achieve his political intentions or realize his interests."

They either hailed me as a fighter, or cursed me as a lackey; some praised my correctness, while others lamented my outdatedness.

Who cares what Fang Xinghe actually wrote?
Which type of liberalism is being criticized?

nobody.

Star River has become a dumping ground for trash, where people take things out of context and throw all sorts of nonsense into it at any time.

In this whole affair, I have no allies; those who praise me and those who criticize me are all despicable.

So I'm here to share my perspective and to tell you firsthand what I wrote, what my intentions were, and why I hate being at the center of this frenzy.

In the American context, liberalism is written as Liberalism, which is an ideology leaning towards the modern left and progressivism, namely, supporting big government, social welfare, multiculturalism, and so on.

I must solemnly declare that I endorse the value and role of progressive thought.

But classical liberalism is different, and libertarianism is even more different.

The rampant individualism I criticize is essentially an amplified version of libertarianism.

That's right, I firmly oppose any selfish behavior done in the name of 'free will,' from small things like smoking, spitting, and making loud noises on public transportation, to big things like advocating for multiculturalism, racial discrimination, anti-Mexican sentiment, and anti-Chinese sentiment...

This is my core idea.

But now, the opinion leaders who are using me as a weapon have completely ignored my writing intentions and have distorted, altered, and maliciously manipulated my statements on a large scale, causing me to become infamous..."

He was having a great time with Nenxian and didn't pay much attention to public opinion in the United States.

By the time they noticed, the situation had already deteriorated significantly.

My Young has sold over 500 million copies, and sales show no signs of slowing down. Yet, he is being portrayed by some American media outlets as a pioneer and fighter against freedom.

Geneva!

I really don't understand. Imagine what Nanfang did to Han Han, and then doubled it, and that would be pretty much the situation we're in now.

Brother Fang likes to take the initiative in fighting people, but he can't stand being pushed out to be a thug.

Do you deserve it?

What do I care if Americans want to fight or die?
You want me to blow the bugle and be a common soldier for you? You wish!

Next, the crazed Brother Fang called out names one by one, stripping these opinion leaders bare.

"The so-called opinion leaders active in this feast are basically just a few factions."

The loudest voices came from the free market faction, which defended capitalism from an economic perspective and worried that excessive expansion of government power would affect the interests of capital.

Therefore, the economic school led by Friedman fiercely criticized me for being born in a rigid and conservative red country, like a domestic dog that is used to being chained up, seemingly fierce but actually cowardly.

My attitude towards them is: Fuck your free market!

If Roosevelt hadn't firmly pursued government intervention, your economic theories and academic foundations would have been completely reduced to ashes by 1929—eaten and excreted by the wild dogs of freedom, leaving nothing but the smell of excrement, no matter how much you lick it, you couldn't find a trace of nutrition.

Classical liberalism in economics thus collapsed completely. These old fogies put it in a new guise and created neoliberalism, but in essence, it's still the same thing, which can be summarized in one sentence—

We capitalists exploit the common people, and the government should mind its own business!

Of all those who criticize me, they are the most disgusting, with mouths that love to lick shit, their stench is unbearable even from ten meters away.

The second largest faction that criticizes me is called the civil libertarians.

Opinion leaders like Maher, Greenwald, and Paul, who wave the banner of civil liberties and talk about human rights, are actually either trying to ride my coattails to make big money and throw Instagram parties, or they want to run for office and gain political prestige.

The phrase this group likes to say most is: "Since your article is published publicly, I have the right to criticize it."

My agent sent lawyer's letters to two of them, the gist of which was: you are allowed to criticize, but the parts you quoted and reprocessed no longer conform to my original meaning.

Guess how they responded?
They said: I have the right to personal interpretation of publicly published articles!

It means: Even though I know my understanding is wrong, it's because I'm stupid, and you can't take away my freedom to understand it for that reason!

"Very well, I like your understanding of freedom. I hope you show up in front of me soon. I'm not sure if I have the freedom to punch you, but that's okay, I have money."

Amidst uncontrollable laughter, Fang Xinghe pressed down with one hand, his voice turning deep.

This was his final statement, a cathartic outburst.

"Finally, there are the fewest but most fanatical libertarians."

They hold a purely individualist stance, are anti-government, anti-restraint, and against anything detrimental to them, declaring that people like them should be burned at the stake again.

I can ascend the cross, but who will light the first fire?

Please contact me as soon as possible, this is fucking artistic!

Among my supporters, anti-war leftists and conservative fundamentalists are the core forces.

But do they love me?

No, they often call me a yellow-skinned monkey on the forum.

Look, this is America today.

Many Americans have gone mad.

Liberals fear the authoritarianism of the current government.

Regardless of whether the revenge faction centralizes power or not, they should just get to work.

The democrats believe I also have the right to a share of this feast.

Moralists gain nothing by standing on high and pointing fingers.

Minorities like me huddled to the side, trembling with fear...

Oh, right, and there are also absolute libertarians, who act like all my female relatives, from my great-grandmother to my ex-girlfriend, are screaming and demanding to judge me because I insulted their sacred and sublime double standards of freedom.

That's why I hate America right now—you can fight, you can be peaceful, but you can't shout that you're fighting for peace.

You can shout "Long live the people!" and you can shout "Long live human rights!" but you cannot tell the people that only liberalism is human rights!

Screw Liberalism!

Screw Classical Liberalism!

Screw Libertarianism!

There is only one kind of freedom in this world that is real and correct—the freedom to assume sufficient collective responsibility!
As for me, my articles are the best!

I will not accept any alteration, distortion, misuse, or criticism from you scum and fools!

That's my response. If it happens again, go talk to my lawyer. I've set aside a fund specifically for reviewing your freedom.

Like it?
You're welcome.

After all, I am the most warlike writer in the world.

Okay, next topic, Lady O, what else would you like to talk about?

Oprah clutched her head, her massive body sinking deep into the sofa, completely dumbfounded.

She didn't know what to talk about next, but she knew this episode was going to be a hit.

(End of this chapter)