Chapter 0997 Good News

Zhao Fusheng hadn't expected that the key to the whole matter would ultimately fall on himself.

"So, I still have to write the script."

Looking helplessly at Bai Jie and Zheng Yao, Zhao Fusheng said with a smile.

Only this time, his mood and tone had undergone a complete transformation.

Before, he felt frustrated that everything depended on him; now, he knew that what he was doing was actually the same as what he had done at Future Advertising.

Throwing out a brick to attract jade.

Lay a solid foundation, let Future Film and Television gain a foothold in the industry through a few works, and then there would be no need for him to worry about subsequent matters.

Just like Future Advertising back then: the first few big deals were planned by Zhao Fusheng, and afterward, he didn't need to keep an eye on them all the time.

"Write it, but don't rush; ensure quality first," Zheng Yao said softly to Zhao Fusheng.

Zhao Fusheng rolled his eyes and couldn't be bothered to respond to her.

He had figured it out: everything Zheng Yao had done before was just a facade. This woman had learned to be sly, colluding with Bai Jie to scheme against him.

But he also understood that in the current situation, finding a screenwriter wasn't hard, but finding one with skill and without ulterior motives was not easy.

After much thought, Bai Jie and Zheng Yao had no choice but to trust him.

"Alright, I understand." Zhao Fusheng nodded to Bai Jie and Zheng Yao. "Wait for news; it should be written after the New Year."

Spring Festival was coming soon, and he had no mood to waste time here. During the holidays, going home to reunite with family was more important.

Bai Jie and Zheng Yao exchanged glances. They had originally wanted to urge Zhao Fusheng, but seeing his expression, they wisely kept silent.

After all, he was the boss. It was already absurd enough to have the boss do the work; urging him further would be overdoing it.

They'd be taught a lesson in no time!

Having settled these matters, Zhao Fusheng didn't stay longer. He wasn't one to enjoy crowds anyway. With Bai Jie and Zheng Yao overseeing the company, he didn't need to worry too much.

"You two keep busy; I'm off." After saying this to Zheng Yao and Bai Jie, Zhao Fusheng left without another word.

After Zhao Fusheng left, the two women looked at each other and simultaneously let out a long breath.

To be honest, even if Zhao Fusheng said nothing, he was still the true owner of the company. This incident could be big or small. If Zhao Fusheng really wanted to lose his temper, neither Zheng Yao nor Bai Jie could say anything.

The so-called crisis awareness means: even when crossing at a green light on a crosswalk, you should look around, because you can't assume that just because you follow the rules, there are no drivers who don't. Life is sometimes unreasonable; others' mistakes may require you to bear the consequences. So knowing how to do the right thing is far from enough; you also need to know how to protect yourself from being harmed by others' mistakes.

If this matter wasn't handled well, even if Zhao Fusheng said nothing, Bai Jie would have no face to stay and lead Future Film and Television.

That was inevitable.

It had nothing to do with personal feelings; it was purely a workplace rule.

If something like this happened and the boss Zhao Fusheng didn't react, the company would be without discipline. As they say, nothing can be accomplished without norms or standards; this is the norm.

Everyone must be responsible for what they do and bear the responsibilities they need to bear.

Fortunately, since Zhao Fusheng accepted the plan Bai Jie proposed, it meant that as long as Bai Jie handled things well, the matter would be over.

Many things are understood without words.

"What now? Should we start contacting Hong Kong?" Watching Zhao Fusheng leave, Bai Jie looked at Zheng Yao and asked slowly.

Zheng Yao shook her head: "No rush; we need to wait for him to produce the script first."

Compared to Bai Jie, she wasn't very knowledgeable about film and television production, but Zheng Yao was calmer than Bai Jie now.

The reason was simple: the onlooker sees the game best.

Bai Jie, eager to prove her ability, was anxious in her mindset, appearing vigorous but actually somewhat untimely in her actions.

Zheng Yao felt it necessary to cool her down and remind her.

"By the time he finishes the script, it'll be after the Spring Festival. If we start the project then..." Bai Jie hesitated, clearly feeling that summer 2004 was approaching. If they didn't hurry to set up the film and TV projects, wouldn't they miss the summer blockbuster season?

"You're too impatient." Since no one else was around, Zheng Yao's tone was blunt. "Think about it: what's our purpose in making films? It's to break the current blacklist. We need to strive for excellence, not quick success."

With that, she said to Bai Jie, "I think there's something wrong with your mindset right now."

Bai Jie remained silent. She knew that Zheng Yao was actually right, but she truly hoped this project could be implemented as soon as possible, because she needed to prove her ability in front of Zhao Fusheng.

People are different.

Children from poor families and those from rich families have different starting points from birth. This saying is not just literal; perhaps a child from a poor family, struggling with all their might, thinks that after ten years they can be like a rich child, sitting well-dressed in an upscale coffee shop sipping a cup of coffee. But a rich child, since they can remember, has taken everything they have for granted.

We may exhaust all our efforts and never earn a hundred million in a lifetime, but in some people's eyes, that's just a small goal.

By the same token, Bai Jie understood clearly that she was different from Zheng Yao or Dong Chenxi. Those two were Zhao Fusheng's counselors, his roommate's ex-girlfriend and senior, while she was just Zheng Yao's friend, brought into Future Advertising by Zheng Yao by chance.

Not to mention that her own romantic escapades were a demerit in Zhao Fusheng's eyes.

Zheng Yao was in charge of Future Advertising, Dong Chenxi was in charge of Future Investment Fund, and she herself had now been entrusted with an important task, heading Future Film and Television. All of this showed that Zhao Fusheng was a sentimental person.

A sentimental person, no matter how angry or disappointed, would not easily show it, only silently keep it in mind.

But that didn't mean Zhao Fusheng was the type to remain silent without principles.

Bai Jie knew very well that she had gotten off lightly this time, but if next time she still needed Zhao Fusheng, the behind-the-scenes boss, to personally step in to solve the company's difficulties, it would mean she had no reason to stay in this position.

Perhaps out of past friendship, Zhao Fusheng could give her a share of dividends from Future Advertising, but she would definitely have no chance to participate in actual management.

To be honest, Bai Jie was unwilling!

Even a frog at the bottom of a well, after seeing the scenery at the mouth of the well, would yearn for the blue sky and white clouds outside, let alone a living person?

After her divorce, Bai Jie had gone through a period of recklessness, but she was still a highly educated intellectual. Whether at Future Advertising or Future Film and Television, her experiences in recent years made her realize that only through success could she truly have her own happiness.

Therefore, the sense of career often changes with a person's circumstances.

Many people think that successful women are domineering. Actually, the reason is simple: they are confident.

The same goes for men.

Zhao Fusheng was now very confident, because he was already on the path to success.

Although there was a small hiccup at Future Film and Television, Zhao Fusheng knew it wouldn't affect his overall plan. Because from start to finish, his focus had never been on Future Film and Television.

"Dong Chenxi's call." As soon as he came downstairs, Zhang Qian handed him the phone.

Earlier, when Zhao Fusheng went up, he didn't let Zhang Qian follow; instead, he had him wait downstairs.

Somewhat surprised, Zhao Fusheng still took the phone and dialed Dong Chenxi.

"What's up?"

"Good news." Dong Chenxi's voice on the other end sounded quite cheerful, clearly in a good mood.

"Heh, you're in a good mood," Zhao Fusheng said.

"Extremely good."

Dong Chenxi laughed and said, "NetEase's stock has started to rise."

Hearing this, Zhao Fusheng's face lit up like a flower in spring, radiating a different kind of brilliance.

No one knew better than him what the rise in NetEase's stock meant. From one dollar per share to over seventy dollars, such an increase alone was enough for Zhao Fusheng to make a fortune.

"How much has it risen?" Zhao Fusheng quickly asked.

"It's already up to twelve dollars. So, should we exit?" Dong Chenxi asked Zhao Fusheng.

After all, this was a decision Zhao Fusheng had made personally; when to sell still needed his call.

"No rush." Zhao Fusheng smiled faintly and said, "Since things are going so well now, let's let the stock price fly a little longer."

He meant it. Knowing that the stock would definitely surge and bring huge profits later, he had no reason to clear out now.

Not only that, if Zhao Fusheng had more money, he would even consider adding to his position.

Hearing Zhao Fusheng's words, Dong Chenxi nodded and didn't ask further.

She knew Zhao Fusheng's character well; once he set his mind on something, he wouldn't easily turn back. Since he decided to hold onto NetEase's stock, nothing anyone said would matter. All she could do was keep an eye on the US stock market, stay informed at all times, and report to Zhao Fusheng.

Knowing her place and not overstepping boundaries—that was Dong Chenxi's positioning of her current role.

It must be said, she was quite smart.