Chapter 2: The path of the Star God, open!

After eating a bowl of 1.2 yuan noodles on the side of the road, he went home and sat at his desk. Fang Xinghe rubbed his hands and opened his daddy's interactive interface.

Rebirth gift package, open for me!

A 5-second special effect flashed, and the gift that popped up was a choice of one out of two.

【You can choose to raise one attribute to 99 points, or raise two attributes to 90 points】

Good, good, nice!

The point-adding rules given by the system are as follows—

【Below 50 points, it uniformly takes 100 Starlight points to increase 1 point of attribute or ability】

【50-59 points, 10,000 Starlight points to increase 1 point】

【60-69 points, 100,000 to increase 1 point】

【70-79 points, 1,000,000 to increase 1 point】

【80-89 points, 10,000,000 to increase 1 point】

【90-99 points, 1 point of Star Brilliance Value to increase 1 point of attribute】

Star Brilliance Value is a high-level energy extracted from extreme positive emotions under special circumstances, so it possesses the power to break through the limits of talent and enter the sacred realm.

90 points is a talent monster, 95 points is a super god. The further you go, the harder it gets. Every point is a transcendence of the limits of the human species.

"If I raise two attributes to 90 points, I can save 111 million Starlight points."

"If I choose a single attribute, I can save 9 points of Star Brilliance Value."

"Star Brilliance Value is clearly harder to obtain, but the problem is, my overall demand for Star Brilliance Value is also lower..."

"Now that I lack key information, it's better to shelve it for now."

Fang Xinghe couldn't judge whether the large base of Starlight points was harder to obtain, or if a mere few hundred points of Star Brilliance Value were harder to get.

He glanced at his own full attributes. He wasn't in a hurry to make a decision, so he lowered his head and began to write and draw.

Considering things as thoroughly as possible before acting, not indulging emotions when making decisions, and believing in logic and data—this was the habit of the "Big Fang."

Little Fang was different; he was purely reckless.

Thus, the reborn Fang Xinghe became relatively complete in personality, having both meticulousness and courage.

Skr~

The current ecosystem of domestic entertainment is completely different from the one he knew in later generations.

Deconstructing the 30-year history of Chinese entertainment vertically, it is generally a spiral upward process of continuous development, expansion, evolution, then dipping down, and then raising its head again.

Fairly and without any filters, the domestic entertainment of later generations is more than one magnitude ahead of '98 in terms of technology, special effects, costumes and props, content breadth, audience aesthetic level, and the average quality of all practitioners.

Of course, the domestic entertainment of that time also had obvious dilemmas.

The problem floating on the surface was that capital tried to control the right to manufacture traffic, and then traffic forced creation, but the quality of the new traffic itself was getting worse and worse.

And the real dead end was that the demand side was out of control.

The comprehensive development of entertainment methods led to the continuous refinement of public demand, and too segmented demand led to the whole world losing the soil to spawn mass idols.

In the future, there were walls between every small circle.

A youth idol film now could make Li Erpeng instantly soar and become popular nationwide.

A youth idol film twenty years later would only be watched by very few people.

Even if it was as popular as *The Knockout*, the number of people who actually followed the whole series was only tens of millions, which was not in the same magnitude as the coverage of *The Wild Princess Looking for Daddy*.

Precisely because every track had different demands, "breaking out of the circle" became increasingly difficult.

All the new top traffic at that time was essentially the product of small-circle revelry. As a result, when the old-school stars gradually fell into a slump, no one behind them could take over.

Thus, the old ones continued to linger, and the new generation continued to be trapped in small circles. The scene was intense yet not intense, and the fan circle and the public were drifting further and further apart.

The rampant nature of the "water army" was precisely because the circle was too closed and needed external forces to break the information cocoon.

But now it's different; now is too good an era.

It's rotten, so it's good.

The beauty of yin and yang balance is nothing more than this.

Fang Xinghe smiled inexplicably and continued his professional market analysis.

Right now, it can be called domestic entertainment version 1.0. Its significant characteristics are that the main market is barren, the rules are incomplete, and things are upside down.

The version T0 profession at this time is clearly a singer.

Just have a popular song, go around the country, and a performance can earn at least 5,000 and at most tens of thousands, with a minimum of over 1 million a year.

It's 1998!

An unknown nobody can earn so much; the top kings and queens are of course even more powerful.

Looking at the news, Wang Fei's endorsement fee is already in the tens of millions, while actors have to eat dirt if they don't sing. If they want to go perform at small venues, no one wants them.

It's truly miserable.

There were quite a few pirated tapes on Fang Xinghe's desk. A simple glance revealed that children in this era were eating really well in terms of music.

Wang Fei was in her prime, Na Ying had just been crowned queen, and Zhang Yu and Richie Jen were exploding with output...

Fang Xinghe clearly had no memory of this era, but looking at the song list attached to the tapes, he felt as if he were familiar with every single one.

But he still passed on the singer profession.

This group of gods has developed the Chinese music scene very well; they don't need me to save it.

Besides, wanting to attract fans by singing is a particularly idealistic, low-return option.

Stripping away the money-making appearance of a singer, what's inside?

Listening to songs is a short-term, weak-empathy, low-projection form of entertainment.

A song lasts a few minutes. No matter how touched you are at the time, once it passes, it passes. Most people forget it completely in half a day.

Fans' love for songs is hard to project onto the singer, leading to the singer needing more time and more high-quality works to repeatedly deepen favor and solidify fans.

This is completely different from an actor. A classic role can truly be remembered for a lifetime.

Like that someone, right?

So there's really no need to copy a bunch of songs to steal people's rice bowls just to make money. It's better to be focused on being a person and doing things.

When there is more Starlight Value than can be used in the future, then max out the singing skills and occasionally sing a couple of songs to make the entire entertainment industry dumbfounded—that's another matter.

The second profession Fang Xinghe passed on was acting.

Being an actor is great, but unfortunately, the age is wrong.

At the ripe old age of 13, playing any role is meaningless. Playing too much will instead lose mystery and plasticity.

The benefit of being a child star is passerby favor, but the disadvantage is that it doesn't attract fans, because the sense of fragmentation between childhood roles and adult roles is equivalent to changing people and changing fans.

Liu Yifei is not an exception. Although she was young when she debuted, the roles she played were all adult roles.

The TFBOYS are not an exception either; they are another major category—cultivation-style idols.

Cultivation idols first appeared in Japan; it's almost the easiest path to explode die-hard fans.

The later TFBOYS—the two who didn't have many works really relied on die-hard "mom fans" to carry them for several years.

Because cultivation is the mode with the strongest emotional projection, bar none.

If you threw the current Fang Xinghe into the 2013 TF group and gave him three years, he could explode into an unprecedented super-top traffic in history.

Unfortunately, there are no "ifs." The current domestic entertainment industry really doesn't have those conditions.

Without developed internet, you can't solve the problem of fan participation.

So it's not that the TF group can't be copied, but it must be copied in that correct time window.

Every era has different iconic characteristics. The power of the era is always worth respecting.

"Become a good actor? Inevitable. But not now..."

Muttering to himself, Fang Xinghe picked up his pen and wrote two big characters.

Don't want to be a singer, can't be an actor, no trend for idols, so he knew very clearly what he should do now—study.

Study all the knowledge that will be useful in the future.

In his previous life, Fang Xinghe least understood those who were in a hurry to succeed despite having plenty of space. Isn't planning, patience, preparation, and waiting for a real good opportunity a necessary quality for doing big things?

Some people's impetuousness is truly inexplicable.

Anyway, Fang Xinghe could endure the temperament and hide the hills and gullies.

Let's start from now and prepare for adulthood!

Accumulate and wait for the right moment, shock the world, and bring a bit of high-dimensional shock to this era...

Fang Xinghe tore off the paper full of words, threw it into the ashtray, and lit it, his movements unhurried.

Just as it was burning, the door was suddenly kicked open.

"Damn, Boss, what are you doing? Smoking and lighting something on fire?"

The door pushed open, and three people tumbled in—Little Fang's best buddies: Liu Fu, Dang Tao, and Yu Xiaoduo.

"Boss," another term with a strong sense of the era.

Big Fang wasn't used to it, but Little Fang was accustomed to it.

They had keys to the courtyard and came over to gather every once in a while, so Fang Xinghe wasn't surprised, just asked lazily: "What are you doing here in the middle of the night?"

"Drinking!"

Liu Fu raised beer bottles and skewers carelessly: "It's the weekend, and I just managed to scrape 200 yuan from my dad. Must celebrate!"

Dang Tao scurried into Fang Xinghe's room like a big macaque: "Boss, are you... damn!"

Fang Xinghe didn't pay any attention to him, but the moment Dang Tao saw the notebook and pen on the desk, he suddenly started acting surprised: "Boss, what are you writing? You aren't writing an essay, are you?"

Yu Xiaoduo also leaned over, his clear eyes revealing clear stupidity: "Brother, are you finally going to make a move on Fang Yuting?"

"What is all this?"

Fang Xinghe was full of question marks.

Dang Tao had a "you can't hide it from me" look, judging with certainty: "You must have seen that Fang Yuting is going to participate in that New Concept competition and are secretly trying to join in the fun. Otherwise, why would you destroy the evidence as soon as we arrived?"

"Hmm?" Something flashed through Fang Xinghe's mind. "Wait, what competition?"

"The first New Concept Essay Competition! The one Teacher Fang talked about!"

Yu Xiaoduo poked Dang Tao: "Dang, when Teacher Fang announced it, Big Brother had just had his accident and wasn't at school..."

"Oh! Right..." Dang Tao scratched his scalp. "Then what are you writing? A love letter? That doesn't seem like you?"

Liu Fu finished setting up the stall outside and shouted: "Don't dawdle, come and get started! Duoyu, put on the newly rented disc!"

He didn't urge Fang Xinghe, but Fang Xinghe rushed over, grabbed a beer bottle, and took a big gulp.

New Concept Essay Competition!

So the first one was this year?

Brother finally knows how to start the Star God path! ===== CHAPTER 3 =====