Chapter 1544: The Mediator

Whether it was Wang Jie's side or Zhou Bing's side, being able to get Xue Yuanfang to act as a mediator must have cost them a considerable price—Zhao Fusheng was quite certain of that.

But he didn't ask what benefits Xue Yuanfang had received.

When water is too clear, there are no fish; if some things are stated too clearly, everyone ends up feeling embarrassed.

However, Zhao Fusheng hadn't expected that Zhou Bing would have the influence to enlist Xue Yuanfang's help as a mediator. It seemed she really had reason to be proud—after all, in the small world of the entertainment industry, if not for encountering someone like him, she could indeed afford to care about no one.

"How about this: I'll have Zhou Bing delete her blog post, then set up a dinner and apologize to you in person."

Xue Yuanfang thought for a moment and said to Zhao Fusheng.

After all, the person who asked him for help had a good relationship with him, and he had promised to settle the matter. Now that things had reached this point, he naturally had to find a way to satisfy both sides.

To be honest, if it weren't for Zhao Fusheng's involvement, Xue Yuanfang might have simply chosen to use his influence to overpower the other party.

But Zhao Fusheng was different from others. Not to mention his relationship with him, just his current status alone made him someone Xue Yuanfang couldn't use his influence to suppress.

Others might not know, but Xue Yuanfang, as a senior executive of the Future Group, was well aware.

The potential of the industries Zhao Fusheng now owned was simply too great.

Whether it was those investment projects in the United States or the various projects in his hands, Xue Yuanfang could even imagine how much Zhao Fusheng would grow in three to five years.

If he were to damage his good relationship with Zhao Fusheng over something like this, it would be a loss that outweighed the gain.

As for Wang Jie's side, Xue Yuanfang was actually well aware that both sides had already developed a grudge. Wang Jie's father's side was wary of Tan Kaixuan's financial maneuvering skills and wealth, while Zhao Fusheng's side simply didn't want to create too powerful an enemy.

Whenever Wang Jie's family or Tan Kaixuan's side fell into decline, the other side would certainly not hesitate to kick them when they were down.

"That works."

Zhao Fusheng nodded at Xue Yuanfang's words: "Then I'll follow your advice."

He paused, then smiled: "You'd better tell your friend in advance—if Zhou Bing puts on any more of her princess airs with me, don't blame me for being rude."

Xue Yuanfang laughed and nodded. "Don't worry, if she dares to pull any tricks, I'll deal with her myself without you having to say a word."

What a joke—Zhao Fusheng agreeing to his request was clearly doing him a favor. If that Zhou Bing still dared to cause trouble, she would truly be courting death.

After finishing their business, they casually talked about the company's recent situation. Xue Yuanfang shared what he knew with Zhao Fusheng, who nodded after listening and made some mental notes.

"By the way, I heard that Ye Jing wants to launch a New Year film project. Do you think it's feasible?" Xue Yuanfang asked Zhao Fusheng casually.

Zhao Fusheng did know about this, because when Ye Jing was making the plan, he had specifically reported to him and sought his opinion.

"I agreed. From now on, we should make a film every year during the New Year and Spring Festival period. This slot is very good." Zhao Fusheng didn't hide anything from Xue Yuanfang and said seriously.

Xue Yuanfang frowned. "You mean, we can invest?"

"You invest?"

Zhao Fusheng was startled, somewhat surprised.

Xue Yuanfang shook his head. "It's not me, it's a relative of mine. He made some money in real estate before and now wants to invest in film and television. I suggested he follow Ye Jing and invest in the projects Future Films invests in."

He paused, then said somewhat sheepishly, "You know, I don't really understand the film and television circle, so I just told him to do that."

Zhao Fusheng laughed. "It's fine. Have him contact Ye Jing. If he's willing, he can buy into Future Films. But let me be clear: the shares won't be many, and he'll need to put in a fair amount of money."

Future Films was destined to go public eventually. Zhao Fusheng's willingness to offer shares now was undoubtedly doing the Xue family a favor.

"Okay, rest assured." Xue Yuanfang couldn't hide his delight. Zhao Fusheng had been extremely accommodating today.

In fact, Zhao Fusheng was also smiling. After all, building a good relationship with the Xue family could only be beneficial, given that the formidable big shot was about to take power. He had to prepare for the future.

As for whether the invested money might lose value, Zhao Fusheng wasn't worried.

The peak annual output value of China's film and television industry would reach one hundred billion. As long as Future Films could capture a share of that market, it would certainly not lose money.

Moreover, Future Films, which had started scouting for talented actors early on, was destined not to fail in an era where content reigned supreme.

The only condition was that they didn't run into a disaster like Wu Bai'ge.

Red Cliff and The Crossing are total rip-offs!

Look at Liu Grape—The Eagle Shooting Heroes was shot in fourteen days, the script written in four days, full of spoofs, yet it still became a classic.

Of course, there were many factors behind its success, especially the cast of stars playing against type.

But regardless, as long as the content is fun, New Year movies rarely lose money.

After setting a time with Zhao Fusheng, Xue Yuanfang took his leave.

“What’s up, someone looking for you?”

Zhao Dad came out and saw Zhao Fusheng standing there, asking him curiously.

Zhao Fusheng nodded: “Business matters.”

“Alright. The doctor said the baby could come anytime now, so you need to be careful,” Zhao Dad advised Zhao Fusheng.

Zhao Fusheng laughed: “I know, don’t worry. I won’t leave the capital for a while.”

That was his honest thought—nothing was more important than this now.

…

…

Since he had promised Xue Yuanfang, he had to follow through.

Zhao Fusheng found time to call Tan Kaixuan.

“It’s about time. Stop.”

Getting straight to the point, Zhao Fusheng said to Tan Kaixuan.

Tan Kaixuan was startled, then laughed: “What, someone got to you?”

He wasn’t stupid; if no one had approached Zhao Fusheng, he wouldn’t have called.

Zhao Fusheng nodded: “They went to Old Xue and made promises, so of course I had to cooperate.”

Tan Kaixuan said: “What, do they think I went too far?”

“Not really.” Zhao Fusheng repeated what Xue Yuanfang had told him, then concluded: “I think you should take a break. If we push too hard, they might do something drastic. A gentleman’s revenge is never too late. That scumbag Wang Jie—we’ll get him sooner or later. Besides, if he goes abroad, won’t it be easier to deal with him?”

Tan Kaixuan’s eyes lit up!

He suddenly realized Zhao Fusheng’s words made some sense.

He immediately understood Zhao Fusheng’s meaning.

As Zhao Fusheng said, if Wang Jie went abroad, it would be even easier to take care of him.

“I get it. Don’t worry, I know what to do,” Tan Kaixuan said to Zhao Fusheng.

Zhao Fusheng smiled: “I didn’t say anything. You just stop. They promised not to care how much money you made.”

“Ha, as if I could give it back to them.”

Tan Kaixuan chuckled.

Zhao Fusheng laughed too. They never cared about the words of losers.

The whimper of a defeated dog, of course, didn’t matter.

“By the way, how are things with Tong Xiaoya?”

Zhao Fusheng was about to hang up, but remembering something, he casually asked Tan Kaixuan.

Unexpectedly, Tan Kaixuan hesitated, then said casually: “Pretty good.”

Then, before Zhao Fusheng could say anything, he hung up.

Holy crap!

Zhao Fusheng instantly lost his composure—this guy Tan Kaixuan had a secret!

Holding the phone, Zhao Fusheng blinked, thinking he’d have to “interrogate” Tan Kaixuan thoroughly sometime. Don’t think running off to Mingzhu would keep him hidden.