After a night's rest, the crew resumed their busy filming. Having rested for so long, they needed to catch up on the schedule, so the crew would remain very busy for the rest of the time.
Fang Yang received a call from Fu Ming after dinner: "Mr. Fang, have you eaten yet?"
It's a Chinese custom to always ask each other if they've eaten yet. Don't take it seriously, because even if you do, they won't invite you to dinner unless you split the bill.
"I just ate, what brings you to call?"
Fang Yang was taking a walk with Zhou Xin. Although it was on the hotel rooftop, with so many paparazzi outside, who would dare to go out and cause trouble?
"Did you see the box office figures last night? Over 30 million, that doesn't seem like a very good result."
"I didn't check the box office, but I went to see the movie. It was pretty good. Judging from the audience, the response was quite positive. Besides, your movie only had a total investment of over 30 million yuan. It will break even in two more days. What's there to worry about?"
"Mr. Fang, I'm just worried that the box office results won't be good and it will embarrass you."
"It's okay. The first movie grossed over 30 million on its premiere, which is more than most directors have done. I was on set last night and the atmosphere was great. There should be a surge in box office revenue in the next couple of days."
"That's good, that's good. I was just a little unsure, but now that you've said that, I feel much more at ease. By the way, Mr. Fang, are there any scripts available for filming right now?"
“Fu Ming, your task right now is to rest. Go back and spend time with your wife and kids when you have nothing to do. This movie has just been released, and you're already thinking about making another one. Even if you're not tired, you should still be responsible for your crew. Is this how you work non-stop?”
When Fang Yang heard that Fu Ming wanted to make another movie, he immediately got furious. How could he treat himself like an animal? What if he died from overwork one day? That would be a huge problem!
"Ah, Mr. Fang, please don't be angry. I'm just a little restless. I'll go home and rest for a few months tomorrow, and then come back to the company after the New Year."
"That's more like it. Fu Ming, you still need to rest when you need to. Next year, we'll continue with one TV series and one movie. That's all, understand?"
"Okay, Mr. Fang, I'll hang up now. You should get some rest."
Fu Ming was terrified by Fang Yang's sudden seriousness and hurriedly hung up the phone. His heart felt like it was going to jump out of his chest. He had never seen President Fang so serious before; it was absolutely frightening.
"Why are you so serious? I bet Director Fu won't be able to sleep tonight."
Zhou Xin, who was circling around with Fang Yang, teased him, saying that even Zhou Xin, let alone Fu Ming, suddenly felt her heart skip a beat.
"Fu Ming is working too hard. If he were to die from overwork, the loss would be a small matter, but where would we find such a dedicated director? A balance between work and rest is the true meaning of life!"
"According to you, with so many actors and singers who barely get a break throughout the year, wouldn't that be even more dangerous?"
"Just in case, the company clearly states in the artists' contracts that the company will not accept general commercial performances for the artists, just to prevent the artists from being too tired. Adequate rest is essential."
"If only every boss were like you!"
It was time for their walk, so Zhou Xin took Fang Yang's arm and led him back to their room. Fang Yang had to go back to write a book later, and Zhou Xin didn't want him to stay up too late, so she would urge him to go back early so he could finish writing and get some rest.
The next day at noon, Fang Yang was eating when Mo Sang approached him with a lunchbox, saying, "President Fang, your song is amazing! It's incredibly popular online!"
Fang Yang paused, his arm still holding food. "What's wrong? What happened?"
"The website has been online for a week and has already been downloaded more than 70 million times. The West Lake Municipal Government said that the number of tourists increased by 50% yesterday and they are especially grateful to your song for bringing in traffic."
"Uh, just speak properly. Why are you talking about fire? I thought something terrible had happened!"
Fang Yang glanced at Mo Sang, thankfully he didn't have a heart condition. This guy talks so breathlessly, he's always scaring people to death.
"Uh, Mr. Fang, I'm sorry, this is just our way of speaking from my hometown. But your song is really incredibly popular. Even Professor Chen from the Central Conservatory of Music came out and said it's the best traditional Chinese style song in recent years, and there's nothing better!"
"Professor Chen? He has students all over the world and loves to support newcomers. Just let this go."
Seeing Fang Yang burying his head in his food again, Mo Sang became anxious. "It's not just Professor Chen, many senior professors have stood up and said that your song is the pinnacle of Chinese style songs, a true Chinese style song. Even the national media have come out to praise you. You have to make a statement at the Bole Awards, otherwise people will say that you don't know what's good for you!"
Fang Yang's hand, which was about to pick up his rice, froze again. "Blue and White Porcelain" had been online for almost ten days. It was still okay in West Lake City, since the tourism data had just been released. What was the meaning of so many old professors and state media standing up at this time? So much time had passed!
"Why are so many retired professors standing up at this time? And what's with that state media outlet?"
Asking questions when you don't know is a good habit that Fang Yang has always maintained. It feels like he has lived through several centuries since he last went online for just a few days!
"It's obvious you haven't been online since yesterday."
Mo Sang looked like he was in complete control. "Last night, a popular celebrity made a fuss online, saying that your 'Blue and White Porcelain' is just pointless whining, that you don't know what it's about, and that it's just attention-seeking."
"Oh, who is it that's so stubborn?"
The expected outburst of anger did not occur; instead, he remained calm. Mo Sang did not think too much about it. "It's Chu Feng from Qingcheng Film and Television. He's a big name among traffic stars now, with over 100 million fans. I don't know what got into him last night around midnight, but he suddenly posted this Weibo message to you."
"Hmm, so what happened next?"
"Because it was so late at the time, not many people noticed the Weibo post. Later, some of Chu Feng's fans noticed it and forwarded it, but it didn't attract much attention."
"This morning, more and more people saw this Weibo post, and more and more people commented on it. In the end, due to the combined effect of the fans, it even made it to the top of the Boluo news, which caused a huge uproar. More and more people joined the discussion, and in the end, I don't know how, Professor Chen posted a Weibo post, denouncing Chu Feng for talking nonsense and trying to attract attention, and demanding that he issue a public apology."
"Professor Chen's Weibo post triggered a counterattack from Chu Feng's fans. Tens of millions of fans instantly flooded Professor Chen's Weibo and attacked yours. Because you also have a large number of fans and are extremely powerful, Chu Feng's fans were defeated. In the end, unwilling to accept defeat, they went to Professor Chen's Weibo and launched a massive attack on him with extremely offensive language."
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