Chapter 84

Fang Hong acted as if nothing had happened and changed the subject: "Who said I was reflecting?"

"That producer Chen said you were reflecting on how to be a better person," Liu Tianxian said, sitting across from him.

"Don't listen to her nonsense—she's just talking rubbish. I've never needed to think about life."

Fang Hong's life was clear: make money, become someone who controls others' lives.

"Oh? So you've got no worries now!" Liu Tianxian teased.

"Everyone has worries, but I don't waste energy overthinking—I just do my job," Fang Hong said.

Liu Tianxian felt this man's values aligned closely with hers—she too tried not to care about others' opinions and avoided inner turmoil.

But right now, it was still hard for her; sometimes she still cared.

Seeing she was silent, Fang Hong opened a drawer and pulled out a notebook, handing it to her: "This is the one I told you about last time."

That is, "Thief."

He hadn't planned to write it this early, since the movie didn't come out until 2017—waiting two more years would've been fine.

But to keep Xiao Feifei from sinking, he wrote it early anyway.

This would be another 8-point masterpiece, with a prophecy buff—when Asia's biggest cheating scandal broke in 2014, it would definitely be dug up and rehashed!

"You've been writing this notebook for a long time!" Liu Tianxian picked it up and flipped through it.

It had taken one or two months since the last time to finish!

"Great scripts need polishing. You think you can just scribble some characters and a plot outline and start shooting? That's plagiarism—I never do that."

Fang Hong spoke with perfect seriousness.

Even when he plagiarized "Those Years," he spent half a month finishing it.

"Pfft!"

Liu Tianxian sneered—how could he say such a thing with a straight face?

Fang Hong's expression remained unchanged: "Besides, this isn't even the final draft—it still needs editing."

He'd forgotten many of the dialogues; he only remembered the general story and how the movie felt.

The dialogues needed the screenwriter to fill in.

"Then I'll just communicate directly with Bao Jinjin and the others," Liu Tianxian said.

"Fine," Fang Hong said.

It was best to communicate more with literary girls—maybe if the pillow talk went on long enough, Liu Tianxian would get swept up, and the two of them would end up together. You never knew.

Anyway, multiple approaches: he pushed from this side, and Bao Jinjin would help fan the flames.

Fang Hong remembered something: "Have you taken on your 'The Legend of Hongmen' yet?"

"I have," Liu Tianxian said.

Okay, since she'd taken it, Fang Hong said nothing more.

Liu Tianxian looked at the script, then glanced up at him: "That movie has no kissing scene."

"Oh," Fang Hong said.

Liu Tianxian looked at him again. Seeing his indifferent expression, as if he didn't care, she felt annoyed and added: "Actually, I don't mind doing kissing scenes."

"Huh? I know?" Fang Hong was baffled.

"Kissing scenes help you better embody the character," Liu Tianxian said again.

"Who told you kissing scenes are the only way to embody a character? Nonsense. Those people only arrange kissing scenes to grab attention, to lure perverts to watch. Look at my movies—I never give you kissing scenes."

"Oh? Really?"

This time, Liu Tianxian remained calm.

Fang Hong realized his explanation was weak—he'd already arranged a kissing scene in his first movie, and even used it as a major selling point.

"I kissed Liu Tianxian—come watch!"

"Look, in my second movie I didn't give you a kissing scene. In 'Thief,' there isn't even any romance. I'm telling you—unless necessary, great movies have no kissing scenes," Fang Hong preached earnestly.

"Oh, I see."

Liu Tianxian's expression remained blank, showing no reaction—but inside, she felt a quiet thrill of control.

"Exactly. The way you don't do kissing scenes is exactly what everyone loves to see. People adore you untainted," Fang Hong said.

Mostly because he had nothing else to say—Liu Tianxian understood everything already; it was just a matter of whether she wanted to or not.

For her, kissing scenes were just part of the job!

"Hmm, you've got a point," Liu Tianxian nodded slightly.

"Of course I do," Fang Hong said.

"Yes, yes, yes!"

Liu Tianxian smiled lightly—she'd just wanted to tease this man, to see his reaction.

The reaction was decent—she was satisfied.

She lifted the script in her hand: "Hey, when are you planning to shoot this movie?"

"After the New Year. There's another movie currently shooting—the team can't be moved. We have to wait until '33 Days of Losing Love' is released and recovers some funds—but it also depends on circumstances," Fang Hong explained.

Mainly because after the New Year, he had to go to the United States with Yu Xian—he couldn't leave Yu Xian alone there; the kid lacked experience.

He'd only just graduated; social experience was naturally lacking.

And the current team could only handle one movie at a time—they needed to expand production scale to shoot two simultaneously.

"Your funding is pretty tight."

Liu Tianxian assumed his "depends on circumstances" referred to money.

"Yeah. I actually have tons of movies I want to shoot—I just don't have the money. I'm desperately short of cash!" Fang Hong wasn't lying—he really did have many movies lined up.

"You should be more careful—what if your funding chain breaks?" Liu Tianxian warned.

"Aren't you the one who's got my back?" Fang Hong said with a half-smile.

"You wish! I'm not got your back!"

Liu Tianxian shot him an annoyed glance, thinking all sorts of nice things.

She was almost worn out herself—this year she'd been filming nonstop and hadn't gone out to endorse any brands.

But with the popularity of Those Years as a foundation, endorsements and events weren't lacking, and the money came pouring in.

Although this movie didn't earn her any pay, she'd even lost several million, her other income sources were substantial.

Otherwise, why would so many people hate her? Just because she was becoming popular again, leaving no room for other young actresses.

Liu Tianxian said again: "Let's get this straight—do you want me to promote Lost in Love 33 Days or not? If not, I'm done!"

"Really don't need it. You go about your business. Just show up for the premiere. If you're truly bored, come by and chat with me." Fang Hong said.

With feminist warriors protecting her, once their strengths are triggered, they can sweep the entire internet—no other promotion needed!

"I've been busy lately, even said I'd do an interview to speak up for you."

Liu Tianxian put her notebook into her bag, stood up, and said: "Then get to work. I'm going home."

"Wait!" Fang Hong suddenly stopped her.

"What? I don't need you to see me off—I have a car."

Liu Tianxian assumed the man wanted to see her off.

Fang Hong didn't answer, but hearing her say "interview," he seemed to recall something.

If Liu Tianxian could lead the charge by promoting a manifesto of independent women, tying it to the film for pre-release hype, it would be much easier!

"Sit down!" Fang Hong gestured.

"What are you doing?"

Liu Tianxian was baffled, but sat back down anyway.

Mostly because he looked so serious—like something was up?

"I need you to promote it. I really need you to!" Fang Hong said.

(End of Chapter)