Chapter 1392: All of Them Are Sharp

Originally, in Yu Nan's mind, she thought that Zhao Fusheng and she were not on the same page.

After all, according to Jiang Wen, he was a businessman, and since he was a businessman, the biggest intersection with the film and television circle was probably investing in films and TV dramas.

But now, Yu Nan had to re-evaluate the young man before her.

Outsiders wouldn't know, but as an industry insider, Yu Nan was well aware of what the issue of acting range meant for an actor. In other words, what Zhao Fusheng had just said was precisely what she was worried about.

She was a very ambitious woman.

Or to be more precise, Yu Nan had strong ideas about her acting career; otherwise, she wouldn't have gone to France to shoot some woodpecker action films.

You see, the French are known for their romance, and French artists, especially actresses, have all made art films.

And their art films, um... well, actually, they're not much different from woodpecker films.

Even big stars like Sophie Marceau happily made them.

And they euphemistically call it sacrificing for art.

I really wonder how her boyfriend, who is over twenty years older, puts up with it; maybe he's actually the neighbor next door?

Yu Nan wasn't fond of making that kind of film; she just felt that since she was now a literary actress, taking on such commercial films might make it hard for her to adjust.

Simply put, she lacked confidence.

"Mr. Zhao, to be honest, I know that Teacher Jiang Wen's film must be good, but I really don't think I can play this role well," Yu Nan said slowly, looking at Zhao Fusheng.

Obviously, her words were meant not only for Zhao Fusheng but also for Jiang Wen.

Zhao Fusheng smiled but didn't speak; instead, he looked at Wang Anquan.

That's right, he didn't look at Jiang Wen but glanced at Wang Anquan.

The next scene surprised Yu Nan quite a bit.

Wang Anquan, who had promised on the way here to support her decision no matter what, suddenly spoke up: "Actually, Xiaonan's concerns are very reasonable. But since Brother Jiang has sincerely invited her, and Mr. Zhao's words make so much sense, I think Xiaonan could give this role a try."

"Huh?"

Yu Nan was stunned, barely able to hide the surprise on her face.

What's going on?

Goudan, you're not usually like this!

Yu Nan looked at Wang Anquan, utterly bewildered. By saying that, what did that make her?

Seeing Yu Nan's confusion, Wang Anquan raised an eyebrow to give her a signal, then said, "How about this: I'll go back and help her study the script, okay?"

According to his statement, he had basically agreed to let Yu Nan take the role.

Jiang Wen and Zhao Fusheng exchanged a glance, understanding the reason, smiled, and nodded: "Alright, I'll send the script to your email later."

The three of them continued chatting and laughing, while Yu Nan, though full of doubts, didn't dare say much since Wang Anquan was her mentor in the film circle. She could only silently hide her confusion and watch Zhao Fusheng and the others talk.

After eating and drinking their fill, Wang Anquan and Yu Nan took their leave.

Yu Nan hadn't drunk; Wang Anquan had drunk quite a bit, but only with Jiang Wen. After Zhao Fusheng stated that he didn't drink, Wang Anquan directly said he could substitute water for wine.

Starting the car, Yu Nan drove while asking Wang Anquan, who was half-lying in the passenger seat, "Is this Zhao guy very powerful?"

She wasn't stupid; someone Wang Anquan needed to curry favor with was definitely a big shot.

"Powerful?"

Hearing Yu Nan's words, Wang Anquan, who had seemed drunk and about to pass out, lifted his head and revealed a mocking sneer: "What the hell do you know? Do you know who this person is?"

Yu Nan was startled; it was the first time she had seen Wang Anquan so out of sorts, but clearly, he wasn't targeting her but the young man named Zhao Fusheng.

"The reason Jiang Wen is so awesome now is partly because he's truly talented, but also because he's lucky enough to know a self-made super-rich guy. Have you heard about this?" Wang Anquan squinted and asked Yu Nan.

As he spoke, his hand landed on Yu Nan's shoulder.

Since it was autumn, Yu Nan wasn't wearing much, and her skin exposed to the air gave Wang Anquan an urge to caress her.

"I know, I heard he's a very powerful figure, maybe in finance or something. Oh, right, Future Films is a subsidiary under his company..."

Yu Nan naturally knew these gossip tidbits and answered casually, but the next moment, she froze, stopped starting the car, and turned abruptly to Wang Anquan: "Don't tell me that Zhao Fusheng just now is Jiang Wen's rich friend?"

She wasn't stupid; connecting Jiang Wen's behavior today with Wang Anquan's words, she could naturally figure it out.

Wang Anquan nodded. "Of course, otherwise why do you think I treated him like that?"

He didn't actually know Zhao Fusheng; he had only heard by chance that Jiang Wen had such a friend. When he saw Zhao Fusheng today, he didn't recognize him at first either, only testing the waters, and then confirmed Zhao Fusheng's identity.

"That person is actually a billionaire?"

Yu Nan was astonished. She found it hard to connect that young man with a smile on his face, looking like the boy next door, with a billionaire whose wealth exceeded one billion yuan.

But that was the fact, and Wang Anquan's words had already proven it.

Moreover, Wang Anquan's attitude earlier, along with Jiang Wen's attitude and Zhao Fusheng's demeanor, had already aroused Yu Nan's suspicion.

Now that Wang Anquan told her the truth, Yu Nan instead felt that his demeanor was perfectly normal.

After all, he and she were not on the same level.

People are probably like this: if everyone is on a similar level, they might have feelings like jealousy, but once they realize the gap is too wide, jealousy turns into admiration.

Just like we might resent the rich and find someone around us annoying for being wealthy, but when faced with the two Ma dads and Sicong's father, Wang the richest man, few people harbor resentment. The reason is simple: the wealth they possess is far beyond our imagination.

Poverty limits one's imagination—this saying holds some truth.

"So what do you plan to do?" Yu Nan felt Wang Anquan's hand caressing her body, her heart stirred, and she asked.

Wang Anquan chuckled. "He's the big boss of Future Film and Television. We've done him a favor this time. Next time, I can ask him to invest in my film. When it's sent abroad for exhibition, you, as the leading lady, might even win an award or something..."

That was his real purpose; otherwise, why would Wang Anquan flatter Zhao Fusheng so much?

There is no love without reason, nor hate without cause in this world. Everything has its reasons and consequences.

"I'm sorry. I know you did it all for me." Yu Nan quickly filled in the gaps, looked at Wang Anquan, and said.

Wang Anquan shook his head. "Between us, there's no need to say much..."

Though he said that, his hand had already slipped inside Yu Nan's clothes.

Yu Nan let out a soft moan, gave Wang Anquan a seductive glance, slowly lowered her head, and bent down...

A moment later, a certain car in the underground parking lot began to shake...

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"Wang Anquan, he must have recognized you."

When Jiang Wen and Zhao Fusheng left together, sitting in the car, Jiang Wen said to Zhao Fusheng.

He wasn't stupid; he could instantly tell that Wang Anquan was deliberately trying to please Zhao Fusheng, but he had held back out of face and hadn't called it out.

After all, Zhao Fusheng was his friend, and Wang Anquan was Yu Nan's boyfriend and a junior in his director circle—he was familiar with both sides.

Zhao Fusheng smiled faintly: "It's normal. I'm not some mysterious figure; it's only natural that there are legends about me in the circle."

This was inevitable; he couldn't stop people from talking. Someone like him was bound to be a topic of conversation for some in the circle.

It's like when we see a certain big star and talk about it with friends—same principle.

Everyone has such thoughts; it's normal.

"That guy has so many sly tricks." Jiang Wen sighed.

Zhao Fusheng laughed heartily: "It's normal. If you or I were in his position, would we have any other choice?"

Jiang Wen fell silent.

Although everyone despises those who suck up to the powerful and grovel before the mighty, one must admit that most of the time, people's choices are completely different from the righteous words they speak.

Hypocrisy is probably humanity's greatest original sin.

That's also why we respect heroes—they do what most people cannot.

"But speaking of which," Zhao Fusheng glanced at Jiang Wen, "why don't you use Zhou Yun as your leading lady?"

If he remembered correctly, in his previous life, Zhou Yun had starred in several of Jiang Wen's films, but now Jiang Wen rarely let her act.

"She has to take care of the kids; there's no time." Jiang Wen shook his head helplessly.

Ah?

Zhao Fusheng was taken aback, then saw Jiang Wen grin: "Zhou Yun and I discussed it; we're planning to have another baby after the New Year."

Old lecher!

At that moment, Zhao Fusheng suddenly didn't want to continue talking with this guy.