Chapter 1132: Different Circles, Don't Force It

After greeting Huang Xiaoming, who still couldn't sing 'Not At All' without auto-tune, and encouraging him a few words, expressing that he thought highly of him, Zhao Fusheng walked into the private room. Whether Huang Xiaoming would faint from excitement was not within Zhao Fusheng's consideration.

Overall, Huang Xiaoming didn't have many flaws. Although marrying Yang Tianbao was a demerit, at least he was quite enthusiastic about public welfare and could be considered a decent person.

Flaws don't overshadow virtues; no one is perfect. In Zhao Fusheng's view, as long as one didn't fail in major principles, unlike those like the Huanzhu Three Sisters, he could tolerate their presence before him.

Zhao Fusheng himself was not some savior of the world; he was just an ordinary person. Heaven had given him a chance to start over, so naturally he had to seize it.

It's said that when successful, one should benefit the world; when poor, one should cultivate oneself. That was the way of a gentleman, and Zhao Fusheng was no gentleman. Moreover, he always felt that if a person couldn't even care for their own family, what kind of person were they?

Neglecting one's own wife, children, and parents while pitying the suffering of the world and seeking welfare for all—seemingly noble, but behind it, it's quite disgusting.

After all, if a person couldn't protect and care for their own family, fundamentally, they didn't deserve to be called a person.

Zhao Fusheng was not a selfless idealist. The fate of the world was for the leaders to worry about; he was just a commoner. Living his own life well and making his own money—that was what Zhao Fusheng needed to consider.

Conscience is something that only appears after one has had enough to eat.

A man immersed in work is very charming—resolute, strong. In short, people would find qualities in him they had never noticed before.

Mm, especially when that man is also very rich, with a net worth of over a billion RMB.

No help for it. The entertainment industry is a vanity fair. Few women in it are innocent. Even if they entered the circle because they loved acting, over time, they get tainted by this big dye vat and become fame-and-money-loving green tea bitches.

“That guy, he’s the boss of Future Group?”

“Yeah, I heard he’s only twenty-six this year.”

“Tsk, so young, but his looks are a bit average.”

“What do you know? For a man, you can’t just look at appearance; you have to look at inner qualities.”

A group of actresses gathered together, whispering about something. Clearly, the subject of their conversation was men.

And the male lead in their eyes, at that moment, wore a worried expression.

“I really don’t know.”

Zhao Fusheng looked helplessly at Wang Zhonglei before him: “President Wang, to be honest, as you can see, all the internet projects I’ve invested in before were sold off before they matured. So I can’t give you an answer to your question.”

What a joke. Wang Zhonglei actually asked him why he sold his shares in Shengda Technology, and whether he had no confidence in domestic internet companies.

Come on, this guy must be out of his mind. He didn’t even consider who he was. When had their friendship become good enough to exchange such intelligence?

Probably seeing him take the initiative to integrate into the film and television circle, Wang thought he was afraid of the capital behind those people.

Thinking this, Zhao Fusheng immediately lost interest in talking with Wang Zhonglei.

Seeming to realize that his words had displeased Zhao Fusheng, Wang Zhonglei felt a bit awkward and didn’t continue.

“Brother Ye will be in charge of film and television cooperation from now on,” Zhao Fusheng said with a smile to Wang Zhonglei. “As for other investments, I think Huayi should focus on film and television for now. After all, I’m also a shareholder of Huayi.”

Wang Zhonglei was taken aback, realizing he had just made a mistake.

Circles always change as people’s statuses shift. If Zhao Fusheng were just a rich man worth a hundred million RMB, Wang Zhonglei wouldn’t care, because he could scrape together that much himself. Being equals, calling each other brothers was fine.

But Zhao Fusheng’s current net worth, conservatively estimated at nearly two billion, made him no longer someone Wang Zhonglei was qualified to negotiate with.

He had thought Zhao Fusheng was using today’s opportunity to reconcile with the film and television crowd, but now it seemed he didn’t take them seriously at all.

Though a bit unwilling, Wang Zhonglei knew Zhao Fusheng indeed had that confidence.

After all, this guy still held shares in Huayi.

Thinking this, Wang Zhonglei gritted his teeth, went to his brother Wang Zhongjun’s side, and whispered a few words in his ear. Wang Zhongjun glanced at his brother and glared at him: “Useless!”

Clearly, Wang Zhonglei’s approach to Zhao Fusheng was not known to his brother.

Watching Wang Zhongjun walk toward him, Zhao Fusheng silently sighed in his heart, knowing the conversation would have to continue.

“Fusheng, a word?” Wang Zhongjun said slowly, looking at Zhao Fusheng.

Zhao Fusheng nodded, stood up, and walked out of the private room with Wang Zhongjun.

“Take a walk outside?” Wang Zhongjun, seeing the restaurant was too noisy and not a place for conversation, said to Zhao Fusheng with a smile.

Zhao Fusheng nodded, and the two walked side by side outside.

In mid-July in the capital, even at night, it was still dizzyingly hot. Walking on the road, the occasional chirping of cicadas came through, and couples passed by now and then, a sight that made one envious.

“Honestly, I didn’t expect you to achieve what you have today,” Wang Zhongjun said, hands behind his back, walking beside Zhao Fusheng with a smile. “I still remember when Old Jiang introduced you to me; I thought you were a promising rising star.”

Wang Zhongjun had the right to say that, since back then Zhao Fusheng was not as wealthy as him, and Huayi’s scale was larger than Future Advertising.

People always tend to interpret others’ intentions with the darkest thoughts. The feeling of gains and losses often makes one lose inner peace. When we see something as extremely important, we feel the whole world is trying to snatch our treasure.

Just as a beggar always worries about the small change in his bowl, and a rich man always worries about the gold in his safe—though the value of these two things is worlds apart, the feeling is the same.

For the Wang brothers, Zhao Fusheng was now a monster that could open its mouth at any time and swallow their Huayi Brothers.

The reason was simple: if he had no designs on Huayi, why would Zhao Fusheng have used his Shengda Technology shares to swap for Huayi Brothers shares?

This was the key issue Wang Zhonglei wanted to discuss with Zhao Fusheng!