Chapter 1236: Who Is the Real Knife?

What is art?

Art is the actor's skill; technique is the ability to sell that skill.

Skill without technique is fraud; technique without skill is peddling. Simply put, if someone won't even spend a dime on you, what kind of skill is that?

Performance is an art. Whether in film or television, lead actors rely on the art of performance. And when the status of actors in a production differs too greatly, conflicts easily arise.

Clearly, that was the problem with the crew of The Legendary Siblings.

Zhao Fusheng put down the phone, his expression terrifyingly grim.

“Is Sister Feihong okay?” Fan Baobao asked him softly.

Zhao Fusheng shook his head. “For now, she's fine. I'll handle it.”

Fan Baobao hummed in acknowledgment, sensing his bad mood, and said nothing more.

The train sped along. Zhao Fusheng stood alone by the window, watching the receding scenery outside, his heart growing heavier.

“What happened?” Zhang Qian walked over and asked quietly.

Zhao Fusheng sighed and recounted the whole story, finally saying, “Arrange for someone to keep an eye on that Zhang and that Xie, and the director too. Absolutely don't let them leave the country.”

“You…” Zhang Qian was stunned, thinking Zhao Fusheng was about to resort to unconventional methods.

Zhao Fusheng shook his head. “It hasn't come to that. Don't let your imagination run wild.”

In Hong Kong, the wealthy are called 'big water spouts.' Unlike on the mainland, no one dares to offend those big shots there. With Zhao Fusheng's status and wealth, even if Xie Tingfeng's mother had danced with the casino king, or even if Xie Tingfeng was Yang Shoucheng's godson, he would still have to pay the price.

But the problem was that resorting to violence would bring everyone down to the same level.

This was normal thinking. Often, brute force couldn't solve problems. Even during primitive capital accumulation, those who got their first pot of gold that way did so because the barefoot didn't fear the shod. But once you clean up your act and put on shoes, you have to be careful.

In later generations, so many celebrities and tycoons—didn't they have money? Didn't they have power?

Yet these people still lost face in front of paparazzi.

Some might say, “If I have money, I can deal with them however I want. I'll just spend tens of millions to take their lives.”

Well, people who say that are truly naive.

Money can solve problems, but not in that way. Because if you solve your opponent that way, your opponent can do the same to you.

For example, it's like involving family members in political or gang conflicts. If you can kill someone's entire family, they can kill yours too.

So the best choice for everyone is to play by their own abilities within certain rules.

For instance, Zhao Fusheng could spend ten million to ruin Zhang Weijian and Xie Tingfeng's reputations, but he absolutely couldn't spend ten million to have them killed.

Because the former is within the bounds of the rules, while the latter clearly challenges people's universal values.

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Zhang Qian trusted Zhao Fusheng's words. He knew well that if Zhao Fusheng really intended to do something to those Hong Kong people over Yu Feihong's incident, he himself would be the most suitable person to carry it out.

The train arrived in the capital the next afternoon. The group walked out of the exit, tired. Fan Baobao took Fan Beibei home, while Zhao Fusheng and Zhang Qian got into Ye Jing's car.

“How's the situation?”

Zhao Fusheng asked Ye Jing.

Ye Jing got straight to the point. “The doctor said Feihong's condition isn't serious, but the facial injuries need proper treatment, or they might leave scars. Also, Wong Jing has apologized through the investors and said they'll cover the medical expenses. But Xie Tingfeng and Zhang Weijian haven't called yet.”

Hearing this, Zhao Fusheng's brow furrowed deeply, and his face turned grim.

“Not even an apology?” Zhao Fusheng said coldly.

In his view, wrong is wrong, right is right. No matter what entanglements existed among Wang Bozhao, Xie Tingfeng, and Zhang Weijian, Yu Feihong, as a bystander, was injured because of their affairs. Not even a phone call was unacceptable.

“Wang Bozhao did call to ask, but he's in the hospital himself,” Ye Jing said with a bitter smile. “And from what I see, it seems someone wants to use this incident to make a case against those Hong Kong people.”

His information was relatively accurate, and he had many sources. If he said so, it was likely true.

Zhao Fusheng took a deep breath, trying to recall his memories of this incident. As he remembered, it had indeed caused a big stir at the time. The mainland film and television industry reacted strongly, with many practitioners participating, even organizing some kind of signature campaign. As a result, Xie Tingfeng and Zhang Weijian were forced to apologize, and the latter was even blacklisted for several years. The former, thanks to his relationship with Emperor Entertainment Group, managed to stay safe.

This matter meant nothing to Zhao Fusheng. He didn't want to get involved in the messy entertainment industry, nor did he want to become a knife in someone else's hands.

Since Ye Jing had heard that someone wanted to target the Hong Kong people, it was clear that someone wanted to use him.

Zhao Fusheng didn't want to use others as knives, nor would he be a knife in someone else's hands.

“Let's not worry about that for now. First, we'll visit Sister Feihong, then go see Wong Jing,” Zhao Fusheng said slowly to Ye Jing.

Ye Jing was startled. “See Wong Jing?”

Zhao Fusheng nodded. “More precisely, go to the set.”

Ye Jing looked confused. In his view, visiting Yu Feihong was a given, but shouldn't they then sit tight and watch from the sidelines?

Why would Zhao Fusheng take the initiative to meet the crew? What could he discuss with Wong Jing? That guy would definitely support Xie Tingfeng and Zhang Weijian.

Zhao Fusheng chuckled but didn't explain.

The car moved slowly. Over the next hour, Zhao Fusheng received several calls—from Zheng Xiaolong, from Zhao Baogang, even Chen Daoming called him.

As he got out of the car, he glanced at the increasingly gray sky over the capital and silently sighed.

The wind sweeping through the tower heralds a rising storm in the mountains. Some things were indeed unavoidable.

But some people had miscalculated. They wanted him to charge ahead, but they didn't have the capital for that. Let's see, this time, who would be the ultimate winner.