Chapter 1433: How About We Make a Documentary

Jiang Wen was a somewhat brash person.

Although in recent years he had gradually learned to be more restrained, deep down he still retained that tiger-like boldness from back when he traded insults with Master Zhang on the set of Red Sorghum.

In his view, no matter what trouble Yu Feihong had encountered, since someone dared to bully his sister, as her brother he had to stand in front of her.

But after more than ten minutes, Old Jiang was dumbfounded.

"This... what do we do?"

Hesitantly looking at Yu Feihong, who was crying again as she drank, Jiang Wen turned to Zhao Fusheng with a pleading look.

Zhao Fusheng shook his head helplessly: "Don't look at me, I can't do anything either. It's not like we're in South Korea."

He wasn't joking. Although the Koreans liked to brag about nothing, their national pride was sometimes laughable, but occasionally it was still impressive.

Even now, Zhao Fusheng couldn't help but admire the Korean film, music, and entertainment industry, as well as their toughness when facing the Japanese.

As for the former, Korean realist films and TV dramas satirize the police, government, and chaebols alike—there's nothing they dare not film. Even those idol singers, churning out fast-food music all day, can still form a developed and complete entertainment industry, successfully launching so-called global stars like Psy. This puts to shame those 'Asian superstars' who only hold 'world tours' within Chinese circles and receive AMA awards during commercial breaks. As the saying goes, Korean idols rely on hard work, Japanese idols rely on technology, and Chinese idols rely on deception—it's not wrong.

As for the latter, when facing Japan, both the Korean government and its people have always been tough when needed, never backing down. Even South Korean heads of state have repeatedly set foot on disputed islands to assert sovereignty.

One must admit that these Koreans aren't without merits.

Although Jiang Wen wasn't as much of a hothead as Zhao Fusheng, he understood his meaning and smiled bitterly.

This matter was really just as Zhao Fusheng said—he had no good solution either.

Soon, others arrived one after another. Seeing Zhao Fusheng and Jiang Wen there, they exchanged pleasantries before sitting beside Yu Feihong to comfort her.

But the problem was that these people were all from the entertainment industry. Other matters were fine, but when it came to this kind of thing, after hearing the whole story, apart from expressing righteous indignation, they had no good solutions.

After all, they were all public figures. It was easy for them to voice opinions on this matter, but the problems they would face next were very troublesome.

One must remember, there was still that great mountain called SARFT above them.

"How about we pool money to build a nursing home and bring those elderly people out?" someone suggested.

"That won't work. The old folks' biggest dream is for the Japanese to apologize, but..."

Someone immediately refuted this idea.

They were all sharp cookies—no one in the entertainment industry was a fool.

Although those who could come here were either members of the foundation or very close friends of Yu Feihong, everyone knew this matter wasn't easy to handle.

If it were that simple, Zhao Fusheng, sitting there, would have spoken up long ago.

After all, in terms of status, who could compare to him, a billionaire?

But until now, Zhao Fusheng hadn't said a word, clearly indicating that this matter was very difficult.

"Come on, let's drink!"

In the end, it was Wu Junmei who suggested drinking. They say drinking can drown sorrows. Since no one could think of a solution, they might as well drink.

Zhao Fusheng blinked, exchanged a glance with Jiang Wen and Ye Jing, and while the group started drinking, the three of them quietly slipped out.

"What's up?"

As soon as they stepped out, Jiang Wen asked Zhao Fusheng.

Ye Jing also looked puzzled, since he had originally planned to stay and drink with them.

Although he was now the general manager of Future Films, Ye Jing hadn't forgotten his roots; instead, he still maintained good relationships with many people in the entertainment industry.

"I have an idea."

Zhao Fusheng said to Ye Jing and Jiang Wen.

Both of them were taken aback, exchanged glances, and looked surprised. Ye Jing didn't speak, but Jiang Wen asked directly: "What idea? Do you have a solution?"

Clearly, he thought Zhao Fusheng had a way to resolve the issue troubling Yu Feihong.

Zhao Fusheng shook his head: "What solution could I have? With Future Group being such a big operation, if I get involved, do you think someone won't come after me tomorrow?"

Jiang Wen fell silent, while Ye Jing nodded: "Yeah, with our company right there, if you really get involved, it's ten to one you'll bring trouble on yourself."

He was different from Jiang Wen. Jiang Wen was an actor and director, while Ye Jing, besides being in the entertainment circle, was also a businessman. He considered and understood more than Jiang Wen.

Seeing Jiang Wen's expression darken, Zhao Fusheng sighed inwardly.

"Go on, what's your idea?"

Jiang Wen looked at Zhao Fusheng and asked slowly.

Although he didn't fully understand what Zhao Fusheng and Ye Jing meant, he knew that both of them were also good friends of Yu Feihong. Since they chose to remain silent, there must be a reason for their silence.

Jiang Wen was no longer a young man in his twenties who would shout about how things must be done when faced with injustice. Having passed the age of forty, he naturally understood that many things in this world are not absolutely fair.

Don't say everything you know, don't believe everything you hear—only then can life be peaceful.

Many people don't understand this saying.

But one must admit, it actually makes a lot of sense.

Zhao Fusheng said slowly: "Actually, it's simple. Let's make a documentary."

A documentary?

As soon as Zhao Fusheng spoke, Jiang Wen and Ye Jing were both stunned, their faces full of surprise.

"What, am I wrong?" Zhao Fusheng asked instinctively, seeing their reactions, a bit dumbfounded.

He had actually thought of this idea in a flash. In his previous life, Zhao Fusheng had seen the documentary Twenty-Two. Although he hadn't seen the earlier Thirty-Two, he remembered it started filming around 2012 or so.

Since that was the case, why not find a way to make this documentary now?

Jiang Wen and Ye Jing didn't speak; they just looked at each other.

After a long while, Jiang Wen suddenly said: "I can be the director."

"Funding is no problem; I'll handle it," Ye Jing said.

He paused, then added: "As for interviews, that's not an issue either. The local government shouldn't have a problem with it."

Clearly, Zhao Fusheng's suggestion struck them as very feasible.

"Can it be done?"

Zhao Fusheng looked at them and asked with a smile.

"Of course," they said in unison.

"Then that's settled." Zhao Fusheng shrugged: "You go tell Sister Feihong. I won't go back in."

"What do you mean?" Jiang Wen asked, puzzled.

Zhao Fusheng shrugged: "Do you think it's appropriate for me to go in?"

Hearing this, Jiang Wen thought for a moment, then also laughed.

He knew Zhao Fusheng was right.

Zhao Fusheng's presence was like a powerful weapon. Even if Yu Feihong complained to everyone in that room, they wouldn't dare spread her words. It wasn't that they didn't trust them, but because they knew that if they really offended Yu Feihong, she might be magnanimous and not care, but Zhao Fusheng, as a super-rich man, had far fewer scruples.

Is it hard for a tycoon who controls capital to take down a celebrity?

Actually, it's not hard at all.

The simplest example is Huang Haibo.

Because he turned down an invitation from a capital tycoon at a dinner party, the tycoon casually used a small trick, bribed his driver, and then orchestrated a big drama, forcing a once-popular actor to disappear for four years without a trace.

When the truth came out four years later, it was already too late to change anything.

Because time is a killer in the entertainment industry.

If a star or an artist goes without exposure for a long time, no matter how positive their image, there's no guarantee they can stay popular.

Take Pan Yueming, for example. If it weren't for the drama Day and Night that turned his fortunes around, even if the news about Dong Bai Lianhua cheating first and then smearing him was widely reported, he would still be finished.

The entertainment industry is just that realistic.