Chapter 1029: I Am Willing for You

Zhang Qian escorted Zhao Fusheng home and then left. Zhao Fusheng didn't really need his help for anything anyway; Zhao Fusheng and Fan Baobao were enjoying a reunion after a separation, and although Zhang Qian was taciturn, he was by no means a fool.

Seeing Zhao Fusheng return, Fan Baobao was undoubtedly overjoyed and even took the initiative to suggest going out for a big meal.

Zhao Fusheng naturally had no objection to this, so the two happily went out for a Western dinner before returning home.

Alcohol exists precisely to stimulate certain human senses; this has nothing to do with age, purely a human physiological need and response.

Zhao Fusheng was no exception, and Fan Baobao even less so.

After a bout of intimacy, the two lay in each other's arms.

“Did everything go smoothly on your trip to Hong Kong?” Fan Baobao asked Zhao Fusheng softly.

In truth, she didn't know much about these matters; she asked purely out of concern for Zhao Fusheng, since his worried expression over the past while had truly pained her.

“Overall, not bad,” Zhao Fusheng said with a smile.

That was the truth; this trip had actually gone quite smoothly. Although Zhou Xingxing had some opinions, he understood film, so naturally there weren't too many issues.

As for the rest, Zhao Fusheng didn't have the energy to worry about it. With Bai Jie handling things, if he still had to pay attention to these matters, Bai Jie would probably go crazy.

“I heard from President Zheng that the movie you're making this time has a pretty big investment?” Fan Baobao asked Zhao Fusheng.

After all, she was the boss's wife; now Fan Baobao took on shoots for Future Advertising without any psychological pressure, and occasionally when she met Zheng Yao, they would chat about company matters.

But most of the time, it was Zheng Yao talking and Fan Baobao listening.

“Not just a big investment; the initial outlay is ten million US dollars, and I don't even know if that's enough,” Zhao Fusheng said with a bitter smile.

He was now somewhat regretting the investment figure he had set.

Because when he chatted with Wang Jing the other day, Zhao Fusheng had asked Wang Jing how much a film like this would cost if he were to make it.

After inquiring about the specifics, Wang Jing conservatively estimated that the investment for this film might reach fifteen million US dollars.

In Fatty Wang's words: “Mr. Zhao, the scenes you're demanding are too grand; to pull them off, you'll definitely need to invest a large sum of money.”

The concept of a blockbuster had by now been widely accepted across the mainland, Taiwan, and Hong Kong.

In other words, even Fatty Wang, who was always known for making films cheaply and quickly, believed that the investment for Zhao Fusheng's film would definitely exceed fifteen million.

Of course, it was also possible that the guy was deliberately probing his limits.

But the problem was, whether true or false, Zhao Fusheng had to face one issue: if the film's budget exceeded expectations, he would have to keep pouring money in.

For Future Film, which was not flush with funds at the moment, this was not good news.

“Um, do we have to put up all the funds ourselves?” Fan Baobao hesitated and asked Zhao Fusheng.

Zhao Fusheng nodded with a wry smile: “Basically, that's the situation, since we're in trouble now.”

Having already fully revealed his identity, Zhao Fusheng naturally wouldn't hide this from Fan Baobao; he told it as it was.

Fan Baobao frowned slightly. She didn't understand much about these matters, but she knew that being blacklisted by most of the industry was not good news for a film company.

Moreover, Future Film was currently undertaking other projects domestically, collaborating with the People's Art Theatre; the play was rehearsing well and was reportedly about to premiere.

If news of a funding shortfall broke at this time, it would likely have a significant impact on the company.

After hesitating, Fan Baobao said, “How about I take on more company ads and also take on a few more acting roles?”

Zhao Fusheng was taken aback, then burst out laughing.

Zhao Fusheng could clearly see what Fan Baobao, this silly girl, was thinking.

Though it seemed a bit ridiculous, he knew this was the only thing she felt she could do for him.

Taking on more company ads and acting for free would naturally save the company money. And taking on more roles would earn some money to help him.

It was a drop in the bucket, but it was the limit of what she could do.

To be honest, for Zhao Fusheng, this help wasn't much. But in his heart, he still felt very warm.

After all, there were still people in this world willing to give their all for him.

That feeling was truly comforting.

“Silly girl, you don't need to worry,” Zhao Fusheng said with a light laugh to Fan Baobao. “I have a company in contact with Future Investment that wants to buy Xiaonei.com; that'll bring in a big chunk of money soon, so you don't have to fret.”

“You're about to sell the website you worked so hard to build—how can I not worry?” Fan Baobao looked up at Zhao Fusheng and said.

Zhao Fusheng burst out laughing.

Clearly, in Fan Baobao's logic, if Zhao Fusheng had sunk to the point of selling the website he had painstakingly created, then he must really be in big trouble.

Blinking, Zhao Fusheng looked at Fan Baobao with a smile: “Baobao, do you think your husband is in trouble this time?”

“Mm-hmm,” Fan Baobao nodded vigorously, expressing her feelings.

After thinking it over, Zhao Fusheng felt he should explain things to her clearly; after all, letting his loved ones worry about him was not something a mature man should do.

“I still hold shares in NetEase Technology, a company listed on the US stock market. You can look up the current stock price,” Zhao Fusheng said, thinking that just giving her this one piece of information would be enough.

Fan Baobao was startled: “Are NetEase's shares very valuable?”

Zhao Fusheng laughed: “I bought them for two million US dollars at one dollar per share. Go see what the price is now.”

Fan Baobao nodded, and regardless of the time, got up and turned on the computer to check the price of NetEase Technology.

A few minutes later, she came back looking troubled.

“What's wrong?” Zhao Fusheng asked.

“The internet bill is due…” Fan Baobao said gloomily.

“Pfft!”

Zhao Fusheng couldn't help it and burst out laughing.

Only then did he realize that Zhang Qian usually handled these things, but Zhang Qian had been busy lately and hadn't paid the bill. Fan Baobao, with her unworldly and carefree nature, naturally had no idea the internet bill was due.

“Then we'll go pay it tomorrow morning,” Zhao Fusheng said with a smile, pulling Fan Baobao into his arms. “Come on, give your man a smile.”

“Smile my foot!” Fan Baobao kicked Zhao Fusheng indignantly. This guy always acted like nothing mattered, and it was really infuriating.

Zhao Fusheng naturally stopped laughing, because at that moment, he really had no time to laugh.

Spring scenery was boundless, and time was pressing.