Chapter 1010: Husband-and-Wife Team

Zhao Fusheng quickly wrote out the scripts for the first few episodes of One Piece and the entire story outline. Though his stubble and messy hair made him look quite disheveled, none of his family members disliked him, including Fan Baobao. They all knew he was doing serious work.

He called Zhang Qian and asked him to deliver the outline to Fang Minya and Sun Jun.

As for Zhao Fusheng himself, he could finally rest.

"You, why do you have to push yourself so hard?" Fan Baobao glared at Zhao Fusheng and put some food in his bowl.

Zhao Fusheng smiled. "It's not pushing myself. I just have this story in my head. Writing it out and giving it a try is not bad."

"As for manga, can it be released domestically?" Fan Baobao still didn't think Zhao Fusheng's plan would work.

After all, given the current situation in the country, movies and TV series often lose money, let alone manga.

"Who told you I'm releasing it domestically?" Zhao Fusheng blinked and shook his head. "I plan to first open up the markets in Japan and Hong Kong, then consider the domestic market."

He paused and smiled. "You know that domestically, manga isn't highly recognized. If I release it rashly at home, chances are I'll lose everything."

Fan Baobao agreed, but still didn't quite understand Zhao Fusheng's meaning.

However, she knew she couldn't interfere in such matters. When it came to business, ten of her couldn't match Zhao Fusheng's skill.

Well, that was Jiang Wen's evaluation of Zhao Fusheng.

In Old Jiang's words, Zhao Fusheng really had a talent for business.

At the very least, compared to most people, his business acumen was extraordinary.

"Anyway, as long as you know what you're doing," Fan Baobao said finally. "By the way, when do you plan to go back?"

By 'go back,' she naturally meant returning to the capital.

Zhao Fusheng thought for a moment. "After the fifteenth. I want to spend more time with Mom and Dad at home."

Fan Baobao nodded. She didn't mind, but she had promised to attend Jiang Wen and Zhou Yun's wedding and was afraid of missing it. However, according to Zhao Fusheng's timeline, going back after the fifteenth shouldn't cause any problems.

"By the way, do you really plan to have Beibei study in the capital?" Fan Baobao suddenly remembered something and asked Zhao Fusheng.

Zhao Fusheng had mentioned before that once Fan Beibei reached school age, it would be best for her to study in Beijing, because the teaching quality there was relatively better, and the value of a capital city hukou would only become apparent after a few years.

Zhao Fusheng didn't want to have to find a way for Fan Beibei to take the college entrance exam as a migrant student later.

"Yes, she needs to go to school there, and we have to transfer her hukou," Zhao Fusheng said decisively, his tone unusually firm and brooking no argument.

Though a bit puzzled, Fan Baobao knew this was good for her sister, so she nodded and said no more.

They chatted for a while longer. Fan Baobao received a call from her workplace and got up to take it. Zhao Fusheng lay on the bed, thinking about the next steps.

Drawing the manga wasn't difficult; the problem was how to break into the Hong Kong and Japanese markets.

After all, he had no connections in this field. He couldn't just barge in and submit his work to them, could he?

"It seems I really need to speed up the cooperation with Hong Kong," Zhao Fusheng murmured to himself.

Everything has an opportunity. In his view, the future collaboration between film and television and the Hong Kong film circle was his chance to enter the Hong Kong market.

Everyone knew that in Hong Kong, the cultural and entertainment industries were deeply intertwined. As long as he could enter the Hong Kong entertainment circle, he would inevitably meet people in the manga circle, and then he could use that to break into the manga industry.

As for Japan, that would take time. Being overambitious wasn't Zhao Fusheng's style. Before opening up the Hong Kong line, he wouldn't consider the Japanese market.

As for so-called submissions, ha, Zhao Fusheng had never even considered it.

The exploitation of new authors by Japanese manga companies was beyond imagination. Zhao Fusheng had no interest in working for others.

With that thought, Zhao Fusheng dialed Bai Jie's number.

"How are things going?" Zhao Fusheng asked directly, without preamble.

Bai Jie was startled, then laughed. "What do you mean?"

"The cooperation with Hong Kong," Zhao Fusheng said impatiently.

Bai Jie chuckled. "Didn't I already send you an email? The director and behind-the-scenes team are all set. We just need to cast the actors. We plan to select from universities in the capital and have already contacted the schools. What, do you have any ideas?"

In her view, Zhao Fusheng must be concerned about this matter, perhaps even had some good prospects to recommend.

Zhao Fusheng rolled his eyes helplessly. He felt he should teach Bai Jie and the others some respect for their boss. These women were increasingly taking him for granted.

Of course, in a sense, it was because they had good relationships. They had started the business together. By now, even though Zhao Fusheng was the boss, in the eyes of Zheng Yao and the others, besides being their boss, he was more like a younger brother.

Sometimes, a company's internal atmosphere really matters. For example, if everyone works with a sense of reverence, efficiency might not be low, but if something goes wrong, most people would worry about punishment. Problems that could be solved might go unspoken out of fear.

Conversely, if the atmosphere is more relaxed, people are more likely to pool their wisdom to solve problems when difficulties arise.

Of course, a boss can't only show kindness without establishing authority; they must strike a balance.

"Nothing, just that we need to speed up this matter," Zhao Fusheng said with a smile, casually.

He didn't need to tell Bai Jie about this yet. He planned to start the manga company from scratch.

Each profession has its own specialization. He couldn't do it alone. It seemed he needed to recruit talent in Hong Kong.

He just didn't know if anyone there was willing to cooperate.

"By the way, Jiang Wen's contract with Huayi is about to expire. Should we sign him?" Bai Jie's voice interrupted Zhao Fusheng's thoughts. He remembered that Old Jiang was not only getting married soon, but his contract with Huayi was also ending.

Earlier, to help Huayi overcome the negative impact of Ma Dajun's departure, Jiang Wen, who had originally planned to leave Huayi after his contract expired, had to stay and help them through the crisis.

Now that Huayi had stabilized, Jiang Wen naturally wanted to leave.

Ultimately, Old Jiang didn't like being constrained. Although Huayi could give him a lot of freedom, the problem was that Huayi was a large company controlled by capital. In other words, even the Wang brothers were often powerless against the demands of capital.

Jiang Wen had to compromise!

For Jiang Wen, who regarded film as his second life, that was no different from castration.

Not everyone is Sima Qian, and not every filmmaker can tolerate their work being castrated.

At the very least, Jiang Wen said he couldn't stand it.

So he still decided to go to Future Film.

At least Zhao Fusheng was his own boss and understood film. Communicating with him shouldn't be too difficult.

Moreover, Jiang Wen had already told Zhao Fusheng in advance: if Future Film ended up like Huayi, he would leave immediately.

Zhao Fusheng naturally agreed wholeheartedly. No one knew Old Jiang's talent better than him. As long as he was guided properly, the films he made would be both critically acclaimed and commercially successful.

"I've talked to Jiang Wen. Make the contract as flexible as possible. What we want is the person, nothing else, understand?" Zhao Fusheng instructed Bai Jie after thinking.

Bai Jie naturally understood his meaning. "Don't worry, I know what to do."

All the famous directors in the country, whether in art films or commercial films, were already tied up by major companies. Even that national treasure Zhang was firmly held by New Century Film. At this moment, Future Film signing Jiang Wen was significant.

Moreover, Future Film was currently in a state of being 'blacklisted.' Jiang Wen's joining was undoubtedly a shot in the arm.

"Good. Sign the contract as soon as possible, before his wedding," Zhao Fusheng said to Bai Jie after thinking. "Also, sign his wife too."

"Huh?"

Bai Jie was startled, then smiled and nodded. "Okay."

In her mind, this was just a means for Zhao Fusheng to win over Jiang Wen.

Only Zhao Fusheng knew that Zhou Yun was actually a good actress. In her previous life, she had faded out of the circle only because she married Jiang Wen.

For Future Film to grow and expand, it couldn't rely on just one or two people. Discovering new talent and increasing the company's depth was the most important thing.

In a sense, Zhao Fusheng always felt he wasn't suited for the film and television industry because he wasn't ruthless enough or good at scheming.

But there was no helping it. Fan Baobao loved acting, and his few friends in this life were also in the circle. Zhao Fusheng felt that having more power in the film and television circle would at least benefit these people.

Of course, making money was also a factor.

Who would refuse money that came knocking?

Zhao Fusheng wasn't a saint. With big red banknotes waving at him, pushing them away wasn't his style.