Chapter 0159: The Proposal

Supermarkets often rearrange the order of their products, hoping that customers who are used to visiting only a few spots will notice the other items in the store.

Life is the same—without undergoing a few reshuffles, how can it be considered complete?

Zhao Fusheng was just an advertising planner. Though he had his moments of glory in his previous life, he was no immortal. Among his friends, the most impressive was Tan Kaixuan, so his understanding of the entertainment industry was truly limited.

After Wang Jinghua's explanation, Zhao Fusheng finally understood what a blunder he had made.

Li Jian had been released from his contract, but Qingcheng Culture didn't have the power to truly blacklist him.

The reason was simple: their scale was too small.

"I thought you knew everything, but it turns out you can be clueless too." Seeming delighted by this, Wang Jinghua kept giggling as she explained to Zhao Fusheng.

Zhao Fusheng's expression became quite interesting amid her laughter.

"Blacklisting is never something that can be brought out into the open. After all, to completely blacklist someone in the entertainment industry, unless a big shot from above speaks up, one or two companies simply can't do it. Even a single record label can't achieve that."

Seeing Zhao Fusheng a bit embarrassed, Chen Dao patiently explained: "What Jinghua just said—Sony or Rock Records could manage it, but the method would be like killing a thousand enemies at the cost of eight hundred of your own. So your worry is completely unnecessary. That so-called blacklist by Qingcheng Culture just means he can't sing the songs he produced during his time with them."

"Really?"

Zhao Fusheng looked up at Li Jian.

Li Jian nodded and smiled: "I didn't expect you called me over for this. It's my fault too, for not explaining it clearly earlier."

He really hadn't expected that Zhao Fusheng would introduce Wang Jinghua to him because of his blacklisting issue.

People are graded into three classes and nine ranks. No matter how much everyone shouts about equality, when looking at others, they unconsciously categorize them into different levels. It's like some women who shout about gender equality while demanding that men must dote on them, or else they're labeled petty and immature.

Originally, in Li Jian's eyes, Zhao Fusheng was someone worth befriending. Now, he already considered Zhao Fusheng a friend.

Zhao Fusheng didn't think that much. He had only wanted to arrange a fallback for Li Jian, but now it seemed he had overthought it.

He smiled freely and said: "Since that's the case, that's great. Sister Hua, do me a favor and find him a new place."

Then he looked at Li Jian: "When I get back and finish up my work, come to Ninghai. I have a few songs; let's work on them together."

Li Jian's eyes lit up. That Zhao Fusheng still had ideas in his head was unexpected. He nodded and said: "Alright, I'll come find you after the New Year."

After all, it was already October, and the Spring Festival was three months away. Li Jian also knew that after the contract dispute, he would have to lie low for a while.

The two agreed on a time, and Li Jian took his leave. Zhao Fusheng saw Wang Jinghua and Chen Dao off to their car and returned to his hotel.

Chen Dao had driven over and gave Wang Jinghua a ride. Watching Zhao Fusheng's retreating figure, Chen Dao smiled and said: "Jinghua, this Zhao Fusheng is no ordinary person."

"Hmm?"

Wang Jinghua was taken aback, somewhat surprised. It had been a long time since she heard Chen Dao give someone such high praise.

"People have a heart from Dream of the Red Chamber, but live in a world from Water Margin. They want to make sworn brothers from Romance of the Three Kingdoms, but always encounter demons and monsters from Journey to the West." Chen Dao slowly spoke these words, making Wang Jinghua nod gently.

"You mean he's one of the sworn brothers from Three Kingdoms?" Wang Jinghua thought for a moment and said.

Chen Dao shook his head and remained silent for a long time, driving quietly. Just as Wang Jinghua thought he would turn into a block of wood as usual, Chen Dao suddenly said: "He may not necessarily be a sworn brother, but at the very least, as long as you don't plot against him, he won't stab you in the back."

Wang Jinghua's expression paused. She didn't say anything, but her mind was wandering.

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Zhao Fusheng didn't know that because of an unintentional act, someone had considered him a friend and someone thought highly of him.

He was now sitting in his room, carefully considering how to write this advertising proposal.

In a dream, one doesn't know the dream is a dream; drunk, one realizes that the self is not the self.

Zhao Fusheng knew very well what his capital for survival was, so he understood that if he couldn't complete this proposal, the favorable situation he had built up might be ruined.

Therefore, he was very concerned about the Ericsson phone advertisement.

In his previous life, the most memorable ad was the Ericsson one with Andy Lau and Rosamund Kwan. But upon careful analysis, aside from the gunfights and explosions, only Lau's handsome figure and Kwan's beauty were worth remembering.

So Zhao Fusheng simply vetoed that ad.

After much thought, he felt that perhaps he could condense this ad into a movie.

That's right, a movie!

At this moment, Zhao Fusheng thought that after Wang Jinghua and Bai Jie reached an agreement, he would announce this plan. Though the details still needed discussion, the general framework was already set.

With that in mind, Zhao Fusheng sat down, took out a pen and paper, and began to write.

Since it was an ad, he could only use a few shots. For example, at the beginning, the male lead is selected from the police academy to go undercover. Then, the villain is chosen from the gang to take the police academy exam.

Both have dual identities, yearning for redemption, until finally, on the rooftop, they face off.

In between, the female lead could be woven in. Zhao Fusheng thought about making her appear as the male lead's psychiatrist.

Carefully writing the proposal on paper, Zhao Fusheng pondered which shots to use where. He suddenly realized that, without noticing, he had written several thousand words.

"Hmm, this proposal looks like Infernal Affairs," he said, examining his work closely, and suddenly laughed.

No wonder it looked familiar—it turned out to be the plot of Infernal Affairs!

Rubbing his chin, Zhao Fusheng revealed a strange smile. Maybe he could make a profit from this?