Chapter 67: Film-Game Integration (Dad Figures, Please Follow)

Xu Jiandong pressed the bank draft under a pen holder, then said: "Just write a note to let the higher-ups know this payment has been received."

Saying this, he took a pen and paper: "Write it right here!"

"Alright!"

Fang Hong picked up the paper and pen and began writing—nothing more than how "Those Years" had made money and thanking those who helped.

"Xiao Fang, your success is highly exemplary; I plan to use you as a model to promote your achievements to students, encouraging them to learn from you. Do you have any objections?"

Xu Jiandong set Fang Hong's written note aside.

That way, the students won't say the Support Fund is fake—you've proven someone actually succeeded.

If you can't get funding, look within yourself—have you studied hard all these years?

"That's not good—I'm a cautionary tale!" Fang Hong meant he rose through plagiarism.

"No problem. As long as you succeed, students don't care how you did it—we only promote your result, not how you made the movie." Xu Jiandong was an old fox.

To back his own Support Fund, he'd fabricate any story.

Success is the result; as for the process, don't dig too deep.

"Contributing to the school is my duty, but I fear I haven't done enough and might disappoint your cultivation." Fang Hong said humbly.

"Don't say that—you've done excellently." Xu Jiandong waved his hand.

Some people never succeed in making even one film in their lifetime!

Besides, even if you fail later, this "result" becoming a negative example? We can just retract it. At least now, it's a success.

"Then I won't refuse—I leave it entirely to your decision, Secretary." Fang Hong agreed; this benefited him.

After some polite small talk, Fang Hong left.

In truth, this was greatly beneficial to Fang Hong: previously, students only spread word-of-mouth about his film, limiting its reach.

If the school promotes him as a role model, the scope expands—and so does the influence.

At least everyone entering or leaving school will hear of him, drawing more talented students to serve him.

After all, he's an officially certified success story!

After handling this matter, Fang Hong returned to the company. The startup had many tasks, and writing the "Genius Thief" script took roughly ten days.

During this time, Zhu Yirong came by; Fang Hong told him to find Yu Xian.

The "Genius Thief" script was only outlined so far—not finished. He had to write while recalling, trying to reconstruct the film's full plot and dialogue.

For the sake of that girl not making a terrible movie, he was exhausted.

In short, Liu Tianxian couldn't keep filming like this—"Tong Que Tai" was the end of her collaboration with the Hong Kong film circle.

That film slashed nearly half her commercial value in the movie industry.

It even led to "Four Famous Shops" cutting her scenes—she was simply too bad!

If Fang Hong weren't acting out of "love," he wouldn't bother helping—not because he thought she was terrible, since no one is born terrible, but because too much was entangled.

Like a shrew yelling in the street—everyone wants to kick her.

You're so pure, you're so immortal, you refuse the unwritten rules; everyone else is corrupt, but you're not—so who wants to play with you?

But Fang Hong wasn't afraid. In his eyes, Hua Guo's film companies were paper tigers with zero depth. Take Huayi—for example, it went from peak to decay in just a few years, as flimsy as paper.

As Fang Hong wrote, the laptop beside him beeped with a notification.

He looked up and saw an unread email; he opened it.

"Damn, only replies when you're broke!"

The sender was Li Min—the future producer of "Honor of Kings."

Fang Hong had emailed for two months; now the man finally replied—quite something.

Though he grumbled inwardly, he still replied: let's meet tomorrow to discuss details.

Nothing else—he needed the game as a necessary step on his Best Special Effects path, since he couldn't shoot a special effects film yet.

But he could use the game as a vanguard to build the team first.

"Film-Game Integration" was one of his development strategies!

After replying, Fang Hong called Liu Tianxian; the call connected quickly.

"Huhuhu!"

The phone emitted heavy breathing sounds—as if she were engaged in some physical activity.

The sound made Fang Hong's heart sink; he frowned at the phone, confirmed he hadn't dialed wrong, and asked: "What are you doing?"

"Running!" Liu Tianxian said.

So that was it—he felt his heart drop. Fang Hong said: "Stop running."

"Why?"

"Your 'huhuhu' is unbearable—I'm still a hot-blooded man."

"Get lost!"

Liu Tianxian instantly understood; she stopped the treadmill, wiped sweat with the towel around her neck, drank some water, and asked: "What do you want?"

"Didn't I tell you before? Sing the theme song for 'Lost in Love 33 Days.' I'll take you to record." Fang Hong said.

"Where are you? Send me the address." Liu Tianxian agreed.

They hung up. Fang Hong continued writing the script, waiting for Liu Tianxian to arrive so he could go downstairs to pick her up.

In the underground garage, Fang Hong watched the Porsche Cayenne park, the door opened, and he stepped forward: "You came alone?"

"Of course. You're taking me to record—why bring a whole crew?"

Liu Tianxian leapt out nimbly.

She was dressed simply: a baseball cap, a leather jacket, gray jeans, leather boots, and a handbag—looking very biker-style.

"I always saw you surrounded by attendants and bodyguards—now there's no one. What if you run into danger?" Fang Hong said casually.

"Are you dead when danger comes? Can't you protect me?" Liu Tianxian glanced around; all she saw were cars, no people, so she relaxed.

"What if I can't beat them?" Fang Hong said again.

"You're a man—how can you say that? What woman would ever dare be with you?" Liu Tianxian sneered.

Fang Hong ventured softly: "Will you stay with me?"

These words stirred something inside Liu Tianxian. She knew what the man meant, and she knew his goal—it left her uncertain.

To be honest, this man wasn't bad. So far, his character wasn't terrible, and his abilities were decent.

But she didn't feel that special spark!

She wasn't judging him by his conditions or appearance—she cared mostly about his personality, his inner self.

Seeing Liu Tianxian fall silent, Fang Hong timely changed the subject: "My company is right above—I'll show you around!"

"Fine!" Liu Tianxian agreed.

They walked side by side; Fang Hong sighed inwardly.

He hadn't expected that so many people around him spoke well of him—even using Bao Jinjin, someone his own age, and other literary young women who shared common interests—none of it helped.

Actually, it did help, but Fang Hong himself couldn't feel it; he thought only a clear response indicating romantic interest counted as useful.

It was also Liu Tianxian's fault—she hid her feelings too well, giving no feedback.

Girls like Liu Tianxian often lost suitors who eventually gave up, because you never knew what she was thinking—she gave you no feedback at all.

It was just really hard!

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(End of Chapter)