Chapter 1024: Visit

The security guard at the door was dumbfounded at this moment.

Although Lam Tze-chung was not a top-tier star, he was still a well-known supporting actor in Hong Kong. In other words, no matter how unpopular he was, he was still a celebrity, and he drove a car when going out.

Yet Lam Tze-chung was extremely respectful to that young man. Could it be that he was a big shot?

"Mr. Lam, what brings you here?"

Zhao Fusheng looked at Lam Tze-chung curiously and asked with a smile.

Zhao Fusheng could roughly guess some reasons why the other party was so polite to him—it was probably because of Stephen Chow. But Zhao Fusheng wouldn't call him out on it; after all, everyone was worldly and had to make a living. If it were him in Lam Tze-chung's position, he would do the same.

"There's a movie; I'm here to shoot some additional scenes." Lam Tze-chung replied, then asked Zhao Fusheng, "Mr. Zhao, are you planning to go in?"

Zhao Fusheng nodded and didn't hide his intention: "I've watched quite a few Hong Kong films before, and I'm very interested in the Shaw Brothers and Golden Harvest studios. This time I came to have a look around."

"Oh, I see." Lam Tze-chung immediately understood—so he was here for nostalgia.

This kind of thing was quite normal. Many mainlanders Lam Tze-chung knew also liked to come to Hong Kong to visit the movie and TV studios and see their favorite stars and actors.

But he hadn't expected Zhao Fusheng to have such an interest.

After all, this was someone even Stephen Chow treated seriously, and he heard that Chow valued cooperation with Future Film highly.

Lam Tze-chung was also an old-timer at Xinghui and naturally had his sources of information. It was said that the reason Stephen Chow agreed to cooperate with the mainland this time was because the retired brother Leslie Cheung had acted as a bridge.

Even a fat man has dreams; Lam Tze-chung was also a man who wanted to be a director.

Although he wasn't sure about Zhao Fusheng's position at Future Film, since even Stephen Chow was polite to him, being polite to him himself couldn't hurt.

Zhao Fusheng wasn't aware of this. At the time, he had frankly admitted to Leslie Cheung that he was the boss of Future Film to facilitate communication between Cheung and Stephen Chow. After all, "my screenwriter friend Zhao Fusheng" and "my wealthy screenwriter friend Zhao Fusheng" were not the same concept.

For example, in the former case, Stephen Chow might just do Leslie Cheung a favor, and even meeting Zhao Fusheng was a considerable courtesy. In the latter case, he would have to thank Cheung, because getting to know a billionaire investor was not a bad thing.

Even if that person was Stephen Chow.

People in different positions consider different issues.

For instance, when Stephen Chow was a host, he might only think about becoming a star, earning a few hundred thousand in salary, buying a house for his mother and sisters, and having a place to live.

After he became a star, he considered how to get a higher salary, make his life more comfortable, and increase the numbers in his bankbook.

Now, he cares more about how to achieve both fame and fortune.

This is not a bad thing, because everyone has similar thoughts, even Zhao Fusheng, even Lam Tze-chung—it's all the same.

So Zhao Fusheng didn't dislike Lam Tze-chung's almost fawning enthusiasm; instead, he found the man sincere.

Compared to those who are two-faced and curse you when they don't get what they want, at least he put his needs on the table.

"If you don't mind, Mr. Zhao, I'll take you in," Lam Tze-chung said with a beaming smile.

"Sure, next time you go to the mainland, I'll treat you to a meal if I have the chance," Zhao Fusheng nodded in response.

Although Lam Tze-chung's appearance was average, he was very suitable for comedy—a naturally likable face. Moreover, he had appeared in many of Stephen Chow's films and was familiar to mainland audiences, even if not hugely popular.

If the opportunity arose, Zhao Fusheng wouldn't mind recruiting someone like him.

There was no help for it; Future Film was really short of people.

Thanks to Lam Tze-chung's influence, the security guard naturally didn't stop Zhao Fusheng and let him follow Lam into the studio.

Turning right after entering the gate, less than ten meters ahead was the main administrative building of Golden Harvest Studios. Zhao Fusheng could clearly see the Golden Harvest sign hanging upstairs in the distance.

This administrative building was only three stories high, but it was the core of the entire studio, housing the publicity department, finance department, planning department, and public relations department all in one place.

The office on the west side of the third floor, decorated with floor-to-ceiling glass windows, belonged to Zou Wenhuai, the big boss of Golden Harvest. He had handled many tricky business matters here, including a lawsuit that ended in a lose-lose battle with his former boss, Uncle Shao.

Lin Zicong automatically acted as a guide, introducing the surroundings to Zhao Fusheng. Pointing to a window not far away, he said, "That's Bruce Lee's office over there. Although he's no longer with us, Boss Zou has always kept his office intact."

Pausing, Lin Zicong shrugged. "I heard that Boss Zou used to go there often and sit, reminiscing about Bruce Lee."

Zhao Fusheng nodded, finding it quite normal. After all, Bruce Lee was once promoted by Zou Wenhuai, and the relationship between them, beyond monetary interests, could be considered as both mentor and friend.

More importantly, any outstanding person who reaches the top of society possesses extraordinary confidence and persistence in their own judgment.

Zou Wenhuai was well aware that Bruce Lee was the key figure who could truly make Golden Harvest soar. The loss of Bruce Lee was naturally an indescribable blow to him.

Although he had never seen Bruce Lee's movies, Zhao Fusheng knew very well that even years after his death, Bruce Lee still had countless fans and followers around the world.

No Chinese person would be unfamiliar with Bruce Lee. He single-handedly sparked a trend hurricane, spreading his iron will, talent, passion, and charisma to every corner of the world.

His brilliance was a dazzling light beyond reach, yet his fall was also unexpectedly swift.

Bruce Lee ushered in the era of superstars in Chinese cinema. After him, whether it was Jackie Chan or Jet Li, they were merely his replicas.

"Brother Cong, go ahead and take care of your work. I'll just wander around on my own." Seeing Lin Zicong's assistant standing not far away, looking as if she wanted to say something, Zhao Fusheng smiled and said to Lin Zicong.

Lin Zicong was born in 1976, naturally older than Zhao Fusheng, so calling him that made it seem quite intimate.

Hearing Zhao Fusheng's words, Lin Zicong was taken aback, then naturally realized what Zhao Fusheng meant. Although surprised that the other party was so easygoing, he also knew that his own work couldn't be delayed. Apologizing to Zhao Fusheng, after a moment's thought, Lin Zicong said, "How about this: I'll have someone get you a free pass to avoid any trouble."

Seeing how thoughtful he was, Zhao Fusheng naturally said nothing more.

Soon, Lin Zicong's assistant brought a free pass, and Lin Zicong hurried off to his filming studio.

Zhao Fusheng wandered alone around the set. Without the guide Lin Zicong, he felt quite free, looking here and there. Although he didn't see many big stars, he did encounter quite a few familiar supporting actors from Hong Kong TV dramas.

Zhao Fusheng couldn't even name most of these people, but in his memory, they had acted in many popular TV series.

That's how it was in Hong Kong—the market was too small, and there were only so many industry professionals. In one drama, a person might play a policeman; in another, he might play a villain.

Zhao Fusheng didn't particularly like or dislike it; he was just curious.

In fact, Zhao Fusheng thought that if he was lucky enough to run into a celebrity, he might even get an autograph.

Back in the day, he really liked Flora Chan from "Witness to a Prosecution."

By this time, it was already ten o'clock in the morning.

As work hours arrived, more and more people gathered in front of the studio, to the point of crowding. However, most of these people were crew members, not management.

Zhao Fusheng didn't talk to anyone; he just silently watched the bustle.

The extras gathered in groups, chatting and laughing leisurely. They didn't have to work, just waiting for their scenes to start.

The props apprentices occupied a large area; they were the busiest group, quietly and quickly organizing the items needed for the day, directing the stagehands to move batches to designated spots in the studio—police uniforms, guns, sunglasses, hard-shell briefcases, and even a forklift.

In addition, the assistants and apprentices from the makeup, photography, and lighting departments were also doing their respective jobs, methodically preparing before filming began.

This was the operational mode of a Hong Kong film crew. Compared to the chaos during mainland Chinese film and TV productions, this side was relatively systematic, after all, most of these people had been in the industry for over a decade or even longer.

Speaking of which, Zhao Fusheng sometimes really admired these behind-the-scenes workers. Compared to the stars on screen, they had no fame and their pay was pitifully meager, yet their dedication year after year was unmatched by those stars.

If directors and screenwriters determine the quality of a drama, and actors determine how a drama is performed, then these behind-the-scenes workers are truly the foundation that constructs a drama.

A truly mature film and television production company actually has its own behind-the-scenes team.

Of course, Future Film and Television would have one too, but that required time to accumulate. Currently, it had been established for only a short time, and the company hadn't even gained a foothold in the industry, let alone talk about a team.

By noon, feeling a bit hungry, Zhao Fusheng finally saw the first celebrity since arriving here.

But what surprised him was that this person reminded him of an incident that had once spread like wildfire in the mainland entertainment industry.