Chapter 1518: Practical Benefits

The vast majority of people in this world are actually ordinary nobodies, nothing more than that.

They rise at sunrise and rest at sunset.

In essence, we are no different from farmers who face the soil and turn their backs to the sky; only farmers live in the countryside, while we live in the concrete jungle of the city.

Dreams are certainly necessary—after all, most dreams are just casually thought up—but the most important thing is that a person must have a clear understanding of themselves.

For example, Xu Shanzheng now has a clear understanding of himself. He does not think that because Zhao Fusheng is polite to him, he can act arrogant and unrestrained, because he knows very well that in the eyes of this big shot, he is someone who can help him make money, so he is valued.

Others give you face, but if you really think of yourself as some big shot, that's just asking for trouble.

Zhao Fusheng was very satisfied with Xu Shanzheng's attitude; this was a smart man.

The smarter a person is, the easier they are to deal with before they succeed, because smart people know what they need, and before they succeed, they won't allow themselves to make mistakes.

Of course, it's also these same people who, once they succeed, are prone to having other ideas.

The reason is simple: because they are too smart, they always like to treat others as fools.

Zhao Fusheng knew exactly what kind of person Xu Shanzheng was. Although the two had little contact in this life and had no interaction in the previous life, just from watching the news, he knew that this guy was definitely no pushover.

Regarding Xu Shanzheng's matters, Zhao Fusheng had long told Ye Jing that the company didn't need to care about what he did in private, as long as he could ensure that his private life didn't affect his work.

Ye Jing agreed wholeheartedly and specifically wrote this into Xu Shanzheng's contract.

"Old Xu, what are your thoughts on this shoot?" Zhao Fusheng asked Xu Shanzheng while eating.

A shy smile appeared on Xu Shanzheng's face: "What thoughts could I have? I'm still learning."

Zhao Fusheng laughed; clearly, this guy wasn't telling the truth.

But that was normal. They were not yet close enough to speak frankly, and some things, even if both knew them well, would not be said.

"Is making a movie different from making a TV series?"

Zhao Fusheng casually asked Xu Shanzheng.

Xu Shanzheng was startled for a moment, then nodded: "The filming of movies and TV series is almost completely different. To be honest, I now feel that making movies is much more difficult than making TV series."

His words won the agreement of those around him, and everyone nodded: "Yeah, Old Xu is right."

"Absolutely."

"I also think making movies is more difficult."

"Chairman, I heard you used to write scripts?" Perhaps because they had become familiar, Jiu Kong and the others dared to speak to Zhao Fusheng, asking curiously.

Zhao Fusheng smiled and nodded: "When I first started doing advertising planning, I did write a few scripts. I had more free time back then to write, but now I don't have the time."

Everyone agreed, since given his current status, writing scripts really didn't fit his identity.

"If you have the chance, when you have time, I think you could write a script, and then I'll collaborate with you to shoot it," Ning Hao also said with a smile.

Zhao Fusheng was taken aback at first, then laughed: "Sure, if there's a chance, I'll write a script, and you'll direct it."

Even though he knew such an opportunity was almost impossible, he still agreed.

The reason was simple: because Zhao Fusheng knew which of Ning Hao's movies were the most profitable, and he felt that even if he didn't take credit as the screenwriter, he could still offer advice.

After all, the higher the box office of Ning Hao's works, the more money he, as the boss, would make.

No matter when, Zhao Fusheng would never have a problem with his own money.

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Many times, the way people get along with each other might be determined by a single word or action, revealing a person's character.

Simply put, this is called fate.

Just like Zhao Fusheng sitting here today, even though it was just a meal, he could still tell.

Jiu Kong was undoubtedly a very honest person. Someone like that, if signed to his company, would work steadily for the company, making movies and earning money.

And Xu Shanzheng, heh.

To be fair, Zhao Fusheng had no doubts about his acting skills and works, but in other aspects, he couldn't agree.

But since his wife said nothing, an outsider had even less right to judge.

When the big boss treats, the subordinates are naturally overjoyed. The meal was enjoyable for both host and guests, and Ning Hao simply announced that the crew would have the day off and not shoot.

After this news came out, everyone was even happier. No one dislikes a paid day off; only fools like working overtime.

After eating and drinking their fill, the staff naturally dispersed.

Originally, Ning Hao planned to ask Zhao Fusheng to say a few words, but Zhao Fusheng declined his proposal.

In Zhao Fusheng's view, he had nothing to say.

Facts speak louder than words; the red envelopes handed out were the most practical thing.

Exactly!

Zhao Fusheng specifically had Hu Donghai go out to get some cash and buy some red envelopes. Several bodyguards hurriedly stuffed the envelopes with money and handed them out to the staff.

The amounts were not large—the most was five hundred yuan, the least one hundred.

As for the actors, they didn't receive this treatment, since they were already paid, and if the movie's box office was high, Future Film would certainly not be stingy.

Clearly, Zhao Fusheng's approach was more effective than giving a bunch of empty talk.

When the staff downstairs left, each received a red envelope, which immediately made them feel favorably toward the general producer, who was appearing on set for the first time.

After all, these ordinary staff members were on fixed salaries. For them, these red envelopes were undoubtedly the most lovely thing.

"Chairman, this, this is too extravagant," Ning Hao said to Zhao Fusheng with a wry smile after learning of this.

In his view, red envelopes were usually given after the crew finished shooting. No one did it like Zhao Fusheng, handing out money before the movie was even finished.

Zhao Fusheng smiled and waved his hand: "It's fine, don't worry. This is just a little gesture from me personally."

He wasn't deliberately trying to buy loyalty; he just felt that if you want the horse to run, you have to let it eat enough. Since they were working for him, a little red envelope reward was harmless in his eyes.

"Rich people..."

Ning Hao shook his head helplessly and said no more.

If the boss wanted to spend his own money, what could he, a subordinate, say?

And in fact, Ning Hao was also very happy inside, because Zhao Fusheng's actions gave face to him as the director, making him feel valued.

Since they had the day off, the crew naturally disbanded and went back to rest. Except for a few key personnel who stayed to accompany Zhao Fusheng, the rest dispersed.

"Let's take a walk around."

Zhao Fusheng smiled and waved for the bodyguards to follow behind, leading Huang Bo, Ning Hao, and Xu Shanzheng, who had nothing to do, along with Wang Qiang, who insisted on tagging along, as they walked along the road near the Beijing Film Studio.

Ning Hao and the others exchanged glances, feeling that Zhao Fusheng bringing them along seemed to have a deeper meaning.