Chapter 1491: His Intentions Are Despicable

Was Zhao Fusheng a fool?

Of course not.

Then why was he putting on such a posture?

The reason was simple: to make an example of one to warn a hundred.

Or, to be more precise, he was setting rules for those entertainment reporters and peers alike.

No one knew better than Zhao Fusheng how monstrous the Chinese entertainment industry would become in the future.

In this circle, unspoken rules would become commonplace, and shameless people would treat shameless acts as casually as eating and drinking.

Even a producer and a guest on a certain quiz show having an affair would be dismissed as nothing unusual.

As for male stars cheating with their female agents, or female stars cheating with their assistants, people would even treat it as a joke.

And the media, without restraint, would hype things up just to grab attention.

Fabricating news was hardly anything new.

As long as there was attention and exposure, there was nothing they wouldn't dare to do.

Under such circumstances, to avoid a life of constant disturbance in the future, and to prevent those around him and the people at Future Films from being harassed,

Zhao Fusheng simply decided to play hardball!

He wanted these people to remember him thoroughly.

As the saying goes, kind people tend to believe in the kindness of others, thus underestimating the existence of evil and the possibility of wrongdoing. The world is not that good, nor is it that bad. What we need to do is, when circumstances allow, be kind to everyone. When circumstances do not allow, protect ourselves.

This was the motto Zhao Fusheng had repeated to himself countless times.

Because he knew too well how treacherous the future world would be.

How shameless and despicable the enemies he would face would be.

Jiang Wen understood Zhao Fusheng's intention, so he stopped trying to mediate.

Because Jiang Wen knew that this time Zhao Fusheng was truly determined to teach someone a lesson.

As Zhao Fusheng's friend, Jiang Wen had no reason not to stand by him.

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Since the news could reach Jiang Wen, Fan Baobao naturally learned of it quickly as well.

But instead of blaming Zhao Fusheng, she first called Wang Qiang over and gave him a thorough scolding.

Are you a pig's brain?

Grabbing Wang Qiang's ear, Fan Baobao said unceremoniously, 'Do you know that was a reporter! A reporter! Even if they're all bastards, what if you beat someone to death, or crippled them?'

Wang Qiang's face was twisted in pain, and he kept looking at Zhao Fusheng for help.

Zhao Fusheng was not about to challenge a woman who was in a rage and pregnant.

Women at such times were the most unreasonable.

So, as a smart man, Zhao Fusheng decisively ignored Wang Qiang's pleading look and let him continue being 'tormented' by Fan Baobao.

'Sis, sis, take it easy, don't tire yourself out,' Wang Qiang said while being disciplined by Fan Baobao, all the while carefully watching her, afraid she might accidentally hurt herself.

After all, nothing was more important than the child in Fan Baobao's belly.

When Fan Baobao finally got tired and sat on the sofa to catch her breath, Zhao Fusheng quickly handed over the towel and fruit he had prepared.

'Rest a bit, you can deal with him later,' Zhao Fusheng said sycophantically.

Clearly, at this moment, he was firmly following his heart.

Fan Baobao glared at him angrily. 'You're just as bad as him. Is this how you solve problems? Why should Xiao Qiang apologize to that reporter and pay him compensation? Dream on! If I weren't pregnant, I'd go find him and ask which eye of his saw me being kept by someone! I'll keep his grandpa!'

Zhao Fusheng quickly soothed her. 'Don't be angry, don't be angry. Actually, it's nothing. I only made him apologize and pay compensation because Xiao Qiang hit the guy. Otherwise, how would we later sue him for defamation?'

'Sue him! Sue him until he's bankrupt!'

Fan Baobao said without hesitation.

She was genuinely angry. She and Zhao Fusheng had been childhood sweethearts, yet she was being described as a rich man's kept woman. Who could tolerate that?

They could splash mud on her, but absolutely not on the child in her belly!

A mother could not stand that.

Zhao Fusheng nodded repeatedly.

He was usually low-key, but that didn't mean others could treat him as if he didn't exist.

If the tiger doesn't show its might, you take it for a Hello Kitty!

Besides, Zhao Fusheng didn't really hate cats. If someone called him a nine-lived cat, he would just smile slightly, but being called Hello Kitty was absolutely unacceptable.

Because Hello Kitty is female!

Calling him Hello Kitty would imply that Zhao Fusheng was neither male nor female.

You're the one who's neither male nor female! Your whole family is neither male nor female!

While comforting his wife, Zhao Fusheng said to Wang Qiang, 'If any media interviews you about the ins and outs of this matter, don't hide anything. Just tell them how you first met Baobao and Zhou Yun back when we got to know each other.'

Wang Qiang nodded. When he hit the man, he had only been angered by Zhuo Wei's question, which he felt insulted his most respected brother and sister. He hadn't thought about anything else.

Even after being taken to the police station, he had thought that at worst he would quit acting. He had saved some money over the years and could always learn business from Zhao Fusheng.

But unexpectedly, Zhao Fusheng had personally stepped in to handle the matter.

Since that was the case, Wang Qiang had no choice but to obediently follow Zhao Fusheng's arrangements.

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The Future Group acted according to Zhao Fusheng's instructions, but the outside world was in an uproar.

Countless media reporters felt a strange sense of absurdity welling up inside them.

Regardless of what had caused the current situation, over the years, they had experienced many conflicts between the media and celebrities.

After all, the entertainment circle was only so big. Between the media and celebrities, celebrities and celebrities, and even between agencies, open and covert struggles were endless, and their confrontations had produced some spectacular scenes.

But the problem was, no one had ever done things like Zhao Fusheng.

Where was the integrity?

Where was the face?

Where were the rules of the game?

Everyone was playing in this circle, so why wasn't he following the script?

Heaven knows, if Zhao Fusheng weren't the chairman of the Future Group, if he weren't worth billions with businesses across various industries, he would have been torn apart by the media by now.

As for the defamation Zhao Fusheng mentioned, the reporters found it laughable.

Reputation?

Talking about that with a celebrity—was he brainwashed or had his head squeezed by a door?

If an entertainer in this circle still cared about reputation, why bother? Just become a monk!

But no one could do anything about it. After all, he had money.

These days, money makes the world go round. Someone like Zhao Fusheng—they had to admit they couldn't afford to provoke him.

'Damn it, from now on, we'll just steer clear of Future Films,'

many media people thought to themselves.

But then, it suddenly occurred to them—could this be Zhao Fusheng's goal?