Chapter 1642: Playing Hard to Get

Zhao Fusheng's thoughts were unclear to Jiang Wen, but Yu Feihong had guessed most of them.

Not that Yu Feihong was smarter than Jiang Wen, but because women are naturally more meticulous than men and can notice details that men overlook.

"What do you think? Do you also think I should listen to Fusheng?"

Jiang Wen asked, seeing that Yu Feihong had been silent for a while.

Yu Feihong nodded. "He definitely won't harm you. That's certain, isn't it?"

"That's true."

Jiang Wen agreed deeply. There were very few people in this circle he could trust, and Zhao Fusheng was definitely at the top of that short list.

Nowadays, everyone in the domestic entertainment industry knew that Jiang Wen had struck it lucky, befriending Zhao Fusheng when the billionaire was still an ordinary entrepreneur, and their wives were college roommates.

In short, the reason Jiang Wen was untouchable in the circle now wasn't because he was a Best Actor or a great director, but because he had a super-rich good friend.

Everyone understood that if someone really went after Jiang Wen, the Beijing circle might step in for him, but those people all had various ties; as long as you used connections and relationships in the film and TV industry, there would always be a solution.

But Zhao Fusheng was different. He was a wealthy man, a new-money type, with most of his assets in overseas internet companies. How could you possibly touch someone like that?

Unless you arrested him directly, otherwise, relying solely on business tactics to defeat Zhao Fusheng was no easy task.

But if it really came to that, the cost would be too great.

Was it worth it for a Jiang Wen?

Anyone with a bit of sense knew it simply wasn't worth it.

Thus, Jiang Wen's position in the Chinese entertainment industry now carried an air of transcendence.

After all, no one wanted to offend a director with such connections and talent.

As for Fan Baobao and Yu Feihong, there was no need to mention them.

The latter was like a sister to Zhao Fusheng, practically family. The former was the queen of Future Group and had borne Zhao Fusheng an heir.

Under these circumstances, including many investors, there was a consensus that it was better not to let them get involved in any dirty business.

For instance, in the past, Yu Feihong would always encounter some clueless troublemakers at parties, but now those people were pulled away before they could even get close to her.

The reason was simple: no one wanted to face Zhao Fusheng's wrath.

"What are you two chatting about?"

At that moment, Zhao Fusheng saw Jiang Wen and Yu Feihong whispering about something and walked over curiously.

"Talking about when you'll invest in my movie."

Jiang Wen glared at Zhao Fusheng and said grumpily.

Zhao Fusheng's persistent refusal to invest in his films still bothered Jiang Wen.

But he knew Zhao Fusheng had his reasons, given his own 'track record' was too frightening.

Looking back, Jiang Wen had to admit that except for the films he made with Zhao Fusheng, none of his solo projects had made money.

What a sad memory!

"You."

Zhao Fusheng snorted, ignoring Jiang Wen, and turned to Yu Feihong: "Sis, are you going back to the set or home later?"

Yu Feihong smiled. "I'm going back to the set. I have a shoot early tomorrow."

"Alright, I'll have someone take you." Zhao Fusheng nodded.

"No, let me take her."

Jiang Wen quickly said, "I wasn't planning to keep drinking with them anyway."

Hearing this, Zhao Fusheng and Yu Feihong were stunned, looking at Jiang Wen in surprise. Zhao Fusheng asked directly, "Are you kidding?"

If anyone else had said that, he might not have been so shocked, but coming from Jiang Wen, it really caught him off guard.

The reason was simple: whether before or after marriage, Jiang Wen was never the first to leave during Beijing circle gatherings.

Or to be precise, the guy was a party animal.

And now, Zhao Fusheng and Yu Feihong actually heard Jiang Wen offer to take Yu Feihong home.

"What, is that so strange?"

Jiang Wen looked at them innocently, as if to say, 'Why are you acting like this?'

Taking a deep breath, Zhao Fusheng decided not to say more and nodded. "Alright, it's best if you take her."

Yu Feihong chuckled and said to Jiang Wen, "Then I'll trouble you, Teacher Jiang."

They were old friends who knew each other's temperaments well. Jiang Wen's change pleased her; at least it seemed he was seriously considering Zhao Fusheng's earlier suggestion.

Jiang Wen left to take Yu Feihong home, and Zhao Fusheng didn't stay much longer either. After chatting with Zhao Baogang and the others for a while, he took his leave.

On the way back, sitting in the car, Zhao Fusheng rubbed his head tiredly.

To be honest, one reason he hated socializing was that such pointless gatherings drained too much energy.

"Chairman, maybe we should go home first?"

Hu Donghai said softly, seeing Zhao Fusheng's fatigue.

Originally, Zhao Fusheng had planned to go to Future Group headquarters, but now he was clearly too tired.

"No, head straight there."

Zhao Fusheng shook his head, rejecting Hu Donghai's suggestion. "Drive faster."

"Okay."

Hu Donghai nodded and sped up.

The car soon arrived at Future Group headquarters. Though it was past ten in the evening, the building was still brightly lit. Zhao Fusheng got out, and the wind helped clear his head.

"Let's go."

Smiling at Hu Donghai, Zhao Fusheng walked inside.

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"Why are you here?"

Zheng Yao was surprised to see Zhao Fusheng. She was leading a meeting with the Strategic Planning Research team when the front desk informed her of his arrival.

"Just finished dinner, thought I'd come chat with you."

Zhao Fusheng didn't beat around the bush. "How are the talks with Samsung going?"

Over the past few days, Zheng Yao and Dong Chenxi had been negotiating with Lee Boo-jin and her brother. He hadn't gone to see Dong Chenxi because he wasn't sure of the progress and didn't want to meet with Samsung.

"Pretty smoothly."

Zheng Yao smiled wryly. "Do you know what Lee Boo-jin said about you?"

"What did she say?" Zhao Fusheng was taken aback and chuckled.

"Lee Jae-yong called you a fickle liar."

Zheng Yao covered her mouth with a laugh. "But I can tell they're very interested in Twitter."

"Of course."

Zhao Fusheng shrugged. "They're not stupid. Twitter is valued at $500 million now, and it's only a matter of time before it breaks $10 billion at IPO. As long as Lee Kun-hee's upbringing wasn't flawed, neither Lee Jae-yong nor Lee Boo-jin would refuse our offer."

Zheng Yao was startled, looking at Zhao Fusheng in surprise.

The reason was simple: Zhao Fusheng was absolutely right. The reactions of Lee Jae-yong and Lee Boo-jin were exactly as he described—initially surprised, then showing great interest.

In fact, Lee Jae-yong had indicated that if Zhao Fusheng was willing to sell all his Twitter shares to the Lee Kun-hee family, they would give up their demand for Facebook shares and willingly act as Alibaba's white knight.

"What, am I wrong?"

Zhao Fusheng frowned when Zheng Yao didn't respond.

Zheng Yao shook her head. "No, you're right. I was just thinking whether we should raise some other demands."

"Huh?"

This time, it was Zhao Fusheng's turn to be stunned.