Chapter 1000: The Truth

Ye Jing had entered the door with a belly full of schemes, but before he could even reveal his true hand, he was forced into a corner by Zhao Fusheng, who struck with overwhelming force.

A thunderbolt out of the blue!

That was the only feeling Ye Jing had at that moment.

He never imagined that Zhao Fusheng would play such a big game, or more precisely, had Future Films gone mad?

"Fusheng, did you really agree to write a script for Future Films?"

After a long silence, Ye Jing looked up at Zhao Fusheng and said slowly, "Don't blame me for being cautious, brother. This matter is too big. We've made a lot of money these past two years. If you said today that we should start a film company together, I'd invest without a second thought. But cooperating with Future Films, to be honest, I have no confidence."

He meant it. Although his relationship with Zhao Fusheng wasn't that close, in Ye Jing's heart, this young man was still trustworthy and worth investing in.

In other words, if at first he had treated Zhao Fusheng as a little brother of Jiang Wen, now he had officially acknowledged Zhao Fusheng's status.

Zhao Fusheng frowned. He really hadn't expected Ye Jing to say such things.

Blinking, Zhao Fusheng said, "Brother Ye, do you mean you're afraid Future Films might back out midway?"

"Yes, people's hearts are unpredictable. These days, who can guarantee they won't be stabbed in the back?" Ye Jing sneered, his eyes growing colder. "Knowing someone's name isn't enough. Being friends with someone isn't just about thinking you're friends; you have to see if they consider you a friend."

Clearly, he spoke from experience.

Zhao Fusheng didn't ask further. He wasn't the curious type, and besides, while Ye Jing spoke, he was thinking about whether he had forgotten something.

Why was Ye Jing so lacking in confidence about this plan?

Why didn't Ye Jing trust Future Films?

Why did Ye Jing prefer to trust him?

Uh...

At that moment, Zhao Fusheng suddenly remembered that, perhaps, maybe, it seemed that Ye Jing, like Jiang Wen, didn't know that he was the real boss behind Future Films and Future Advertising.

Thinking of this, Zhao Fusheng felt awkward.

Damn, it was his own fault.

"What's wrong?" Noticing Zhao Fusheng's expression change drastically after his speech, Ye Jing asked curiously.

"Well..." Zhao Fusheng rubbed his hands, looking somewhat embarrassed. "Well, there's something I need to tell you."

"What is it?"

Ye Jing was puzzled. Instinct told him that what Zhao Fusheng was about to say was important.

"Ahem, it's like this. When Future Advertising was founded, as you know, I started it with my former college counselor. We didn't have much money back then, so I relied on doing planning work for others and investing the fees into the company."

Zhao Fusheng chose his words carefully, finally deciding to reveal part of the truth to Ye Jing. Not out of trust, but because if he wanted to cooperate with him, he had to give him some confidence; otherwise, the man would be suspicious and wouldn't feel comfortable cooperating with Future Films.

"So?" Ye Jing frowned. "You mean you're a shareholder of Future Advertising? I know that. As the chief planner, it would be strange if you didn't have equity, right?"

"Well, not just an ordinary shareholder..." Zhao Fusheng shook his head.

Ye Jing was a bit baffled and said casually with a smile, "Don't tell me you're the major shareholder, and Future Films and Future Advertising are both..."

Before he could finish, he froze.

For a full minute, Ye Jing didn't say a word. He just stared at Zhao Fusheng without blinking, as if looking at an alien.

He couldn't help but be shocked. He had intended to joke with Zhao Fusheng, but as he spoke those words, a flash of inspiration struck him. In that instant, he thought of a possibility—an almost absurd possibility.

What if Zhao Fusheng was the boss of Future Films?

Wouldn't that explain everything?

Why Zhao Fusheng devoted himself wholeheartedly to Future Advertising and Future Films, and why, no matter what rumors circulated, he always stayed at Future Advertising and had great influence in the company.

All the unreasonable explanations became reasonable if this assumption was taken as the premise.

After all, he could do whatever he wanted in his own company.

"I'm really sorry. I didn't mean to hide it from you, but this matter really wasn't suitable to tell everyone." Zhao Fusheng looked at Ye Jing sincerely.

Seeing Ye Jing's reaction, Zhao Fusheng knew he had probably guessed his identity, so he no longer concealed anything.

After Zhao Fusheng laid everything out, Ye Jing smiled bitterly and said, "You小子, you've kept us in the dark all this time!"

By 'us,' he naturally meant Jiang Wen, Yu Feihong, and even others who knew Zhao Fusheng.

After all, no one had expected that this young man was actually richer than all of them combined—a true tycoon.

As the幕后 boss of Future Advertising, one of the top three advertising companies in the north, Ye Jing was certain that Zhao Fusheng's net worth was at least over a hundred million.

He was only twenty-five! He had started his business less than four years ago, and from scratch at that.

Thinking about this gave him goosebumps. Unknowingly, he had witnessed the birth of a young millionaire.

As a member of the大院子弟 circle, Ye Jing had friends worth over a hundred million or more, but in terms of age, Zhao Fusheng was definitely the standout.

"It wasn't intentional." Seeing Ye Jing quickly calm down, Zhao Fusheng smiled and poured him a glass of water. "Are you confident about Future Films now?"

Ye Jing shot him a glare and said irritably, "Confident? Of course I am. If you dare to cheat me, I'll move into your house."

After all, he was a seasoned man of the world. Although he hadn't entered politics like the top-tier second and third generations, Ye Jing had made a name for himself in the capital, so he was no ordinary person.

Since Zhao Fusheng had been honest, it meant he truly intended to cooperate. Ye Jing had no reason to refuse.

People need face, trees need bark. Since the other party had given him face, pretending otherwise would be ungrateful.

Both of them laughed, and the cooperation was thus settled.

As for the details, Ye Jing would naturally arrange for someone to go to Future Films to discuss with Bai Jie, and Zhao Fusheng planned the same.

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"So, you're really a billionaire?"

The next day, Jiang Wen called Zhao Fusheng directly.

Fortunately, Fan Baobao wasn't home; she had gone out with Yang Panpan to buy gifts for Zhao's parents and Li Yuan and other elders. Otherwise, Zhao Fusheng thought that with Old Jiang's loud voice on the phone, his carefully hidden secret might be exposed.

"Did Ye Jing tell you?" Zhao Fusheng said with a smile.

He didn't mind Ye Jing telling Jiang Wen. Since he had revealed it himself, he had no intention of hiding it anymore.

In fact, Zhao Fusheng felt it was time to tell certain things to those close to him, including Fan Baobao. This time when he went home, he planned to reveal some things to her.

Keeping a low profile was necessary, but those close to him should at least know these things.

Zhao Fusheng even considered whether to tell his father that he was probably richer than him now.

After thinking it over, Zhao Fusheng actually looked forward to it a little. The expression on his father's face would surely be interesting.

"Yeah, when he said it, I thought he was crazy, but it turned out to be true!" Jiang Wen said, dumbfounded. "I mean, you're a billionaire, yet you borrowed money from me to buy a house, made me pay for meals, and even asked me to drop you off at home in a taxi!"

Clearly, Old Jiang was recalling the 'blood and tears' of the past and was quite unhappy.

Zhao Fusheng burst out laughing. Jiang Wen was truly an interesting person. Although he found the shift in identity a bit strange, the point he focused on was really peculiar.

His way of thinking was as unique as little Fan Beibei's.

"I really didn't have any money back then," Zhao Fusheng said innocently. "Think about it: Future Advertising was constantly investing, Future Films had just been established, and Shengda Technology was planning its IPO. I tell you, I don't even have a million in my bank account right now."

"Really?" Jiang Wen was taken aback, then said seriously, "Do you mean the company is out of your control? I know some legal experts. Should I contact them?"

"No, no, no." Zhao Fusheng quickly shook his head. "You misunderstood. I didn't mean the company is out of control. I meant it's not yet time to reap the rewards."

Jiang Wen let out a long sigh. "Anyway, since you're so rich, you'd better give me a generous wedding gift."

Their relationship was what it was. Whether Zhao Fusheng was a billionaire or an ordinary person didn't matter much to Jiang Wen. At most, it gave him an extra assurance—at least when he signed with Future Films, many things could be discussed, since the big boss was his good friend.

That was Jiang Wen's philosophy. In his view, as long as it didn't affect his filmmaking, it wasn't a big deal.