Chapter 1476: The Artistic Old Man

Artistic youth are among the most unreliable types of people in the world—there's no doubt about that.

By the same logic, if an artistic youth becomes an artistic middle-aged man, he's equally unreliable.

The most obvious example is that guy Jiang Wen.

In the original timeline, he made a film called *Let the Bullets Fly*, which made investors a fortune. But after that, the guy got inflated. In the next few films, his artistic flair kicked in again, and the result was, naturally, a complete loss.

"Look at you, why don't you trust me?" Jiang Wen said, looking at Zhao Fusheng with dissatisfaction. "I'm still quite reliable. See, I've been helping the company shoot films recently."

"Heh..." Zhao Fusheng gave him a contemptuous look and didn't even bother to respond.

Old Jiang always ate his fill and forgot the hunger, healed his scars and forgot the pain. It hadn't been that long, and he'd already forgotten what he'd said before, actually intending to make another film. Zhao Fusheng wasn't going to agree.

"Ahem..." Seeing Zhao Fusheng's expression, Jiang Wen understood his meaning and, embarrassed, stopped talking.

"You, stop daydreaming," Zhao Fusheng said helplessly to Jiang Wen. "Under the current circumstances, the domestic film market has no use for your esteemed self. Just focus on shooting films obediently."

Jiang Wen was momentarily speechless. Zhao Fusheng's words were too direct, completely mocking him.

But the problem was, Jiang Wen actually felt Zhao Fusheng was right.

How awkward was that!

"You, always putting down our Old Jiang—is that fun?"

Just then, Zhou Yun and Fan Baobao walked out together, happened to hear Zhao Fusheng's words, glared at him, and said irritably.

Given their relationship, even if she said something, Zhao Fusheng wouldn't mind.

Hearing Zhou Yun's words, Zhao Fusheng shrugged: "I'm stating a fact. Old Jiang's films aren't made for the masses; they're made for those who understand him. In this era, when promotional methods aren't very advanced, no matter how well he makes his films, it's useless because no one will know."

He paused and sneered: "Word of mouth needs a fermentation process and also a promotional channel."

Zhou Yun and Jiang Wen looked at each other, clearly not understanding what Zhao Fusheng meant. Zhou Yun had only casually complained, but unexpectedly, Zhao Fusheng had spoken from the heart.

"You seem to have a lot of ideas?"

Jiang Wen looked at Zhao Fusheng and suddenly spoke.

Zhao Fusheng smiled and nodded: "I didn't plan to tell you, but since we're on the subject today, I'll give you a heads-up in advance."

With that, he vaguely explained some promotional methods he knew from later times to Jiang Wen, and finally said: "In my view, this is the normal strategy for film promotion. This kind of approach requires the internet to develop a bit faster, and people to understand information more quickly; otherwise, it's impossible to create a group effect."

Jiang Wen was dumbfounded. Clearly, Zhao Fusheng's words were beyond his comprehension.

Jiang Wen didn't understand why the promotion of a film was tied to the development of the times.

Zhao Fusheng smiled without speaking. Having said so much, he had made his point and stopped there.

Though reluctant to admit it, Zhao Fusheng had to say that if the film and television industry continued to develop as it was, it would only be a matter of time before it fell under the control of capital.

This was no joke. The reason many later film and television works had those baffling elements was largely because they had become entangled with capital.

Just like the scholarly PhD and the suave middle-aged man—why did they end up in trouble? Because they provoked people they shouldn't have.

Similarly, the actor who had co-starred with Fan Baobao in "The Beautiful Era of Wife" in his previous life was framed on a prostitution charge for offending a big shot in the capital circle and had to leave the country in disgrace.

Of course, Zhao Fusheng didn't need to tell Jiang Wen about these things, because Jiang Wen's current status already straddled the line between capital and industry insiders; telling him would only make things harder for him.

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Zhou Yun stayed with Jiang Wen for a while before taking her leave, and Zhao Fusheng returned to his own room.

Zhao's mother and Fan Baobao were watching cartoons with Fan Beibei. He sat at his desk, looking at the emails on his computer, pondering the recent development of the company.

"Future Film and Television plans to invest in one TV series and three movies?"

"Future Technology has made new progress in game development..."

"Tencent Technology recently..."

After reading a series of reports, Zhao Fusheng felt dizzy. He looked up and noticed that it was already evening.

In the past, he always thought that those big bosses should be living a leisurely life. After all, they had assets worth hundreds of millions or even billions, so they never had to worry about basic necessities like food, clothing, housing, and transportation.

But now, he finally understood that people like Ma Xiaoyun sometimes really weren't putting on airs; it was just that we didn't understand their lives and assumed they were pretending.

Just like King Wang's 'small goal'—many people thought his words were a bit far-fetched, but if you think about it carefully, a project of his could easily yield profits of hundreds of millions.

Now that it was his turn, Zhao Fusheng realized that being rich wasn't as easy as it seemed.

Just a series of recent moves by Tencent Technology made Zhao Fusheng realize that he might have to prepare to spend a large sum of money again.

After all, if Tencent continued its current development trend, it wouldn't be long before it became the behemoth in Zhao Fusheng's memory.

As a shareholder with five percent of the shares, if he wanted to maintain his current stake, he could only continue to invest funds.

"That's all money."

Zhao Fusheng muttered to himself.

Although he knew that implementing this matter would be somewhat difficult, he still couldn't give up those shares.

Alibaba, Jingdong, and Tencent Technology—these domestic companies were the ones Zhao Fusheng remembered as developing very well. As for other Chinese enterprises, he couldn't guarantee the accuracy of his memory; if they didn't develop well, he might be in trouble.

At that time, the loss wouldn't be a small amount.

Therefore, to ensure a stable and happy life in the future, Zhao Fusheng felt he had to keep working hard.

With that thought, Zhao Fusheng opened the little penguin on his computer; he planned to have a chat with that Boss Ma.