Chapter 1198: A Pillow When Drowsy

Zhao Fusheng would not be a naive do-gooder. Although he really wanted to help those senior colleagues whom Fan Baobao described as decent people, he knew very well that he was not running a charity.

Opening a business aims to make money; helping others is a traditional virtue, but if it came at the cost of his own interests, Zhao Fusheng did not consider himself that noble.

So he was relatively in favor of Ye Jing's proposal.

"So, what do you think? Is my idea feasible?" Ye Jing glanced at Zhao Fusheng and asked slowly.

In fact, he was also somewhat uneasy, after all, this matter had a hint of profiteering in it, but Ye Jing believed business was business. Just because of Fan Baobao's face, the company shouldn't risk losses to play the good Samaritan.

He believed Zhao Fusheng should understand this reasoning too.

As it turned out, his judgment of Zhao Fusheng was quite accurate.

Zhao Fusheng smiled slightly: "I understand what you mean. It's fine, this idea can be fully implemented."

His goodwill did not mean he didn't expect something in return.

Ye Jing nodded at that, and there was no need to say more. He would arrange for someone to contact the People's Art Theatre later.

"By the way, how is the market survey for 'Soldiers' Sortie'?" Zhao Fusheng suddenly remembered something and asked Ye Jing.

Ye Jing was taken aback, then explained: "Overall, the response is pretty good. Expectations are quite high."

Really?

Zhao Fusheng was somewhat surprised; he hadn't expected that.

After thinking for a moment, he said to Ye Jing: "Don't just rely on feedback data from external consulting firms. We should set up a dedicated department within the company to handle audience feedback surveys and understand the frontline dynamics of the market, understand?"

To be honest, Zhao Fusheng had never trusted TV station audience surveys much. In his view, their greatest skill was just muddling through.

In Zhao Fusheng's opinion, whether it was TV stations or film companies in Hong Kong, they did a pretty good job in this regard. They had dedicated personnel responsible for audience questionnaires, and all the data was stored for reference.

Of course, it was only for reference.

After all, no artistic creation can be simply forced into a formula. Even in Hollywood, with its most mature industrial system, they only applied industrial models, not creative ones.

Hearing Zhao Fusheng's words, Ye Jing nodded solemnly.

Obviously, he understood Zhao Fusheng's meaning.

"By the way, 'Kung Fu Hustle' has done very well in Hong Kong. Do you want to go over and take a look?" Ye Jing suddenly remembered something and asked Zhao Fusheng.

Zhao Fusheng was startled, then recalled that not long ago, 'Kung Fu Hustle' had officially been released in Hong Kong.

"I won't go. You take the time to go over, hand out red envelopes as needed. We don't want people to think we're capitalists or vampires," Zhao Fusheng said with a smile.

The box office success of 'Kung Fu Hustle' was already within his expectations. The film's quality was evident, and Stephen Chow's appeal was top-notch even a decade later, let alone now, at his peak.

"Okay, I understand," Ye Jing replied while eating.

He wasn't too concerned about it anymore.

Initially, making this film was to break into the market, and now Future Film had gradually opened up the domestic market. The symbolic significance of this film outweighed its practical value. Of course, Ye Jing was still happy to see the box office explosion, as higher box office meant more profit for the company.

Zhao Fusheng was even more indifferent to it.

His main business wasn't the film industry anyway. The original purpose of bringing Ye Jing into the company was to completely free himself.

Although he had given Ye Jing some benefits, Zhao Fusheng believed Ye Jing's involvement was a good complement to the entire Future Film.

Especially Ye Jing's network of connections.

As for Ye Jing, he naturally saw Zhao Fusheng's value, especially the development prospects of Future Film, which were worth betting on.

"Brother Ye, in this era, as the economy develops, people's spiritual needs will naturally grow stronger. So I have strong confidence in the development of the film and television circle," Zhao Fusheng said earnestly, looking at Ye Jing. "A large part of life is shaped by our own choices and decisions. In this age full of clever people, what's scarce is not intelligence, but calmness in chaos and the kindness of seeming foolish. I hope you understand this truth."

Ye Jing laughed heartily: "Kid, with this skill, you'll definitely charm many artistic young women in the circle."

Zhao Fusheng smiled and shrugged: "So-called artistic young women are just those who can endure a lifetime of loneliness but can't stand a single night of solitude."

Ye Jing was stunned, but upon reflection, he had to admit Zhao Fusheng's words made a lot of sense.

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Since they didn't drink, Zhao Fusheng and Ye Jing's meal ended quite quickly. After eating their fill, they didn't waste any more words and went back to handle their own affairs.

When he got home, Fan Beibei was playing with Yang Panpan, while Fan Baobao looked at Zhao Fusheng expectantly.

"How did it go?"

Fan Baobao asked Zhao Fusheng.

Zhao Fusheng looked at her helplessly: "Are you sure those people want to come out and act?"

This matter, when thought about carefully, involved the livelihoods of many people. If not handled properly, it might not only fail to help others but could even offend people. That's why Zhao Fusheng was so cautious.

"Yeah, I've already asked several people," Fan Baobao nodded, then said, "Actually, it was Sister Zhou and the others who asked me to inquire."

Zhao Fusheng was startled, then understood. It must be that some people at the People's Art Theatre could no longer endure their current situation, so they sought a way out through Fan Baobao's connections.

"Alright, have Sister Zhou and the others ask the theatre if there are any restrictions on this," Zhao Fusheng said after thinking for a moment.

After all, the People's Art Theatre was a state-run unit, so they had to coordinate with the authorities on such matters.

Fan Baobao nodded: "I know."

She also understood that Zhao Fusheng's willingness to handle this was largely because of her.

Watching Fan Baobao go to make a phone call, a smile appeared on Zhao Fusheng's lips. He increasingly felt that Fan Baobao might be his lucky charm.

Originally, Zhao Fusheng was worried that Future Film lacked the foundation to profit from the upcoming wave of film and television dramas. But now, these actors from the People's Art Theatre had come knocking on their door.

It seemed that fate truly determined one's path.

Zhao Fusheng thought to himself.

Soon, Fan Baobao finished her call and happily ran over to Zhao Fusheng, saying, "Sister Zhou said they've already checked. The theatre's stance is that as long as it doesn't affect regular performances or violate regulations, they won't interfere."

Zhao Fusheng rolled his eyes. That was essentially saying nothing.

But he could confirm that many at the People's Art Theatre were indeed getting restless under the current circumstances.

In that case, he could start thinking of a way.