Chapter 1334: Screenwriter Lan

Zhao Fusheng's ambitions were actually not that great.

Perhaps it had to do with his experiences, or rather, certain past experiences and observations had given him his own thoughts on the concept of scope.

The greater the ambition, the larger the appetite.

Human desire is often the most difficult chasm to fill.

This was no joke. How many people had already achieved success and could be considered winners in life, only to fail to control certain thoughts, greedily wanting more, and in the end, ending up with nothing but empty hands?

So early on, Zhao Fusheng warned himself: no matter when, never be greedy, because the more greedy you are for more, the easier it is to lose more.

Greed and ambition are thoughts and ideas everyone has, and how to control them, turning them into motivation for a reasonable life, is a question everyone who wants to live well must consider.

In Zhao Fusheng's view, harboring the humble heart of a primary school student while doing the work of a great person was the mindset he should adopt.

Therefore, he saw nothing wrong with arranging a meeting with Lan Xiaolong.

Great figures and small figures, sometimes there was no difference; they were all just seeking a living.

Zhao Fusheng thought this way, but Lan Xiaolong did not.

When he received a call from the production department of Future Film and Television, saying that Zhao Fusheng, chairman of Future Group, wanted to meet him, Lan Xiaolong was completely stunned.

This feeling lasted until he saw Zhao Fusheng.

In fact, the two had met before; during the production of "Soldiers' Sortie," Zhao Fusheng had met Lan Xiaolong.

But the problem was that Lan Xiaolong was not clear about Zhao Fusheng's identity at that time.

Or rather, his concept of Future Group was not so clear, and he did not know what it meant for Zhao Fusheng to be the boss of this company.

Now, Lan Xiaolong suddenly found himself feeling somewhat intimidated looking at the young man in his twenties before him.

"Please have a seat, Teacher Lan. Don't be polite." Zhao Fusheng could naturally see that Lan Xiaolong was a bit nervous. Smiling, he gently reassured him.

Only then did Lan Xiaolong cautiously sit down opposite Zhao Fusheng, but even so, his facial expression betrayed his somewhat nervous inner feelings.

The meeting place was Zhao Fusheng's office in the Future Group building. This office was specially reserved for Zhao Fusheng on the top floor by Zheng Yao. When she bought the entire building, she thought Zhao Fusheng was being a bit presumptuous, but now, as the company gradually rose, Zheng Yao realized that this guy Zhao Fusheng was quite impressive.

The office decoration was naturally very refined. In Zheng Yao's words, this was the face of Future Group. If it were discovered that the chairman Zhao Fusheng's office was a mess when meeting guests, the thousands of employees throughout the company would be laughed at when they went out.

So during the decoration, she put a lot of effort into it.

Although she also knew that with Zhao Fusheng's lazy nature, he rarely came to this office in the company.

But some things are not something subordinates can refrain from doing just because the boss doesn't mention them.

This is the most basic principle of conduct in the workplace.

Although Lan Xiaolong's mood had eased somewhat due to Zhao Fusheng's amiable attitude, he was still a bit nervous. He cautiously sat down opposite Zhao Fusheng, picked up the teacup, took a sip, and then looked at Zhao Fusheng.

"Chairman, you called me here for something, right?" Before Zhao Fusheng could speak, Lan Xiaolong took the initiative to ask.

There aren't that many aloof and cold people in the world. Lan Xiaolong was the same; he had ideals but was not a fool. Zhao Fusheng wouldn't have called him over for no reason just to drink hot tea. In other words, he had something to discuss with him.

So Lan Xiaolong took the initiative to ask Zhao Fusheng.

Zhao Fusheng chuckled: "Teacher Lan is quite straightforward."

To be honest, if Lan Xiaolong had put on an air of arrogance and aloofness, Zhao Fusheng might have had a worse impression of him. But since he came across as obedient and sensible, Zhao Fusheng had to be a bit more polite.

Zhao Fusheng had once read a passage saying that there are really many kinds of people in the world, living in various ways, with different values, making the world complex and interesting, resonating with those who understand them and giving those who don't something to talk about.

Lan Xiaolong and he were from completely different worlds. After all, the other person lived by writing, while he was a businessman.

But Zhao Fusheng respected the other's dreams and hoped to find common ground for mutual benefit.

"It's like this. I've read the script for 'My Chief, My Regiment.'" Zhao Fusheng got straight to the point with Lan Xiaolong. "To be honest, I really like this drama. I wonder, Teacher Lan, has it been published as a novel?"

"Yes, it has been published." Lan Xiaolong's heart leaped with joy, and he quickly replied.

He had submitted the script to Future Film and Television on a trial basis. After all, although "Soldiers' Sortie" had been successful, Lan Xiaolong personally wasn't that famous in the industry. More importantly, many investors were cautious about military-themed TV dramas.

After all, there were too many restrictions on such dramas. One slight misstep could cross the line, leading to a situation that no investor would want to see.

But Lan Xiaolong hadn't expected that the script for "My Chief, My Regiment" would catch Zhao Fusheng's attention.

It was like someone inviting colleagues for a meal, only to suddenly find that the company's boss had shown up.

This was quite an unexpected event.

"It's like this, Teacher Lan. You know I've written scripts before, so I have some understanding of this area." Zhao Fusheng looked at Lan Xiaolong kindly and said, "So, I have some thoughts I'd like to discuss with you."

Lan Xiaolong was startled, then sat up straight, feeling a bit nervous.

He naturally knew that Zhao Fusheng understood scripts and that he had previously created several works and was a well-known top screenwriter in the industry. Since he said this now, he must have read his script carefully.

"Don't be nervous. I'll just share a few of my opinions; let's exchange ideas." Zhao Fusheng said with a faint smile to Lan Xiaolong.

Regardless, the other person was a professional, so Zhao Fusheng didn't speak too confidently and kept a low profile.

Lan Xiaolong was naturally very happy. No matter what, Zhao Fusheng was very polite to him, which was a good thing for him.

Personal connections are built up little by little.

In the past, Zhao Fusheng worked hard to accumulate his network, and now he had become someone others wanted to connect with.

"Please go ahead. I was just hoping to seek your advice." Lan Xiaolong said very humbly to Zhao Fusheng.

Zhao Fusheng smiled. He could tell that Lan Xiaolong really wanted to get to know him, or rather, he was somewhat in awe of him.

"It's like this. I think the script for 'My Chief, My Regiment' is good, but if it were to air now, it probably wouldn't get very good ratings." Zhao Fusheng looked at Lan Xiaolong and didn't beat around the bush, saying directly.

Lan Xiaolong was taken aback, somewhat surprised, and subconsciously said, "That can't be. 'Soldiers' Sortie' was also very successful before."

Obviously, Lan Xiaolong had great confidence in his work. If it weren't Zhao Fusheng speaking, anyone else would have likely caused him to lose his temper and curse.

But even so, his expression turned slightly unpleasant, clearly not agreeing with Zhao Fusheng's words.

Zhao Fusheng smiled and wasn't surprised. Any literary creator regards their work like a parent to a child. As a parent, they can think their child is not good here or there, but they absolutely won't allow others to say their child is bad.

But even so, today he had to make it clear to Lan Xiaolong, because this matter concerned whether the drama would repeat past mistakes. He didn't want a good TV drama to be ruined because it was born at the wrong time.