Chapter 1666: Trouble

Zhao Fusheng hadn't been to Future Advertising for a long time.

Not that he didn't value it, but because he felt that Future Advertising no longer needed his protection. If a company could only grow and develop by relying on a single person, then that company had lost its reason to exist.

Zhao Fusheng was the founder, but he wasn't a babysitter.

After seven years of development, Future Advertising had grown from a small studio into the most powerful advertising company in the northern region, and it was already on the right track.

Even without Zhao Fusheng himself, the company still had two gold-medal advertising planners.

With such a lineup, its competitiveness was already strong enough.

The reason he needed to do this planning himself was more because of his status as a wealthy man.

After all, in Zheng Yao's eyes, this was a huge gimmick.

"Chairman, this is the material from the Propaganda Department this time." Sitting in the general manager's office, Zhao Fusheng took a folder of materials.

Holding the materials, he studied them carefully.

It was a massive publicity plan, mainly for the Olympics. The first priority was various promotional videos, and another key point was the Olympic promotional song.

"This song should be the target of many people, right?"

Zhao Fusheng pointed at the materials and smiled at Zheng Yao.

Zheng Yao nodded: "The requests that Old Jiang received are basically all aimed at this."

After all, such a promotional song would definitely have a lot of exposure. In other words, it was equivalent to getting the title of Olympic promotion ambassador, and many people wouldn't miss this opportunity.

"Then give them the opportunity."

Zhao Fusheng nodded calmly and said in a deep voice: "We can't become a target for everyone."

He was more clear-headed than Zheng Yao. Interest exchanges could be made, but they must never make people feel that Future Advertising had too big an appetite.

Any person or company that ends up opposing everyone will inevitably face destruction.

This is no joke!

Because strength has its limits, and besides, neither Future Advertising nor Future Group had reached the point of being invincible in the world.

Under such circumstances, if they went too far, they might end up with nothing, losing everything.

After all, the others also had connections. Maybe one or two couldn't do anything to Future Group, but if the whole circle united, that kind of power was not something ordinary people could contend with.

For such a matter, Zhao Fusheng didn't want to unnecessarily add an enemy.

"I know."

Zheng Yao nodded, fully agreeing with Zhao Fusheng's words. She wasn't stupid. Under such circumstances, appropriate interest exchanges could gain greater benefits for Future Group.

But if she really lost her head and treated this as a bargaining chip, she would not only offend opponents but also disappoint the higher-ups with Future Group.

That was the most terrifying thing!

If that situation really occurred, Future Group's path would narrow.

When a person's or a company's path narrows, it means failure is not far off.

Zheng Yao had worked hard to develop Future Group to where it was today, enduring so many hardships along the way. Now that the situation had finally opened up, she didn't want any unexpected changes.

"Contact the various companies." Zhao Fusheng said calmly: "My requirements are simple: it doesn't matter if their singing isn't good—we have pitch correction, and there are only one or two lines, so they can lip-sync. But their image must be positive!"

"Positive?"

Zheng Yao was a bit surprised.

Zhao Fusheng nodded: "Yes, positive. The artists must not have any bad negative news, especially regarding national image—no stains allowed. Also, they need to have sufficient status and be a gimmick."

He paused, then smiled: "From both sides of the strait and three regions, overseas Chinese and descendants of Chinese—don't limit the identities too strictly, understand?"

"I know that." Zheng Yao didn't see a problem with this. After all, it was a point of pride for Chinese people worldwide. If the promotional video could reflect this, it would also be a way to report to the higher-ups.

"One more thing, spread my words." Zhao Fusheng thought for a moment and said to Zheng Yao: "I want popular artists with good images. Those unknown artists from who-knows-what tier shouldn't appear."

"Is that appropriate?"

Zheng Yao hesitated: "I'm afraid there will be a big backlash."

"Let them act in the promotional video." Zhao Fusheng said impatiently: "And can't you organize a hundred-person gala? A hundred slots, only a few sing, the rest just get a face shot."

"Alright..."

Zheng Yao was speechless, but she had to admit that Zhao Fusheng's idea was good. At the very least, a hundred-person chorus could indeed solve the problem.

"Okay, you handle the rest. I've already written the planning proposal and sent it to your email."

Zhao Fusheng stretched and said to Zheng Yao: "Call the creative department people over. I want to discuss the specific execution with them."

It was a rare opportunity to come to the advertising company. To be honest, he hadn't done frontline planning for a long time. Feeling an itch, he intended to do a good job on this plan.

...

...

After a busy morning at the company, it was already noon when Zhao Fusheng took a break.

"Want to have lunch together?" Zheng Yao called Zhao Fusheng to ask.

Zhao Fusheng directly declined; he still had to go to Future Film to see Jiang Wen.

Driving to Future Film, he went straight upstairs, but Old Jiang wasn't there.

"Where's General Manager Jiang?"

Zhao Fusheng asked the secretary.

Jiang Wen was now the acting general manager of Future Film, so he deserved the title.

"General Manager Jiang didn't come to work. All morning, there were calls for him." The secretary said helplessly.

Clearly, they had a tough morning too.

Zhao Fusheng smiled, understanding what was going on. It seemed Old Jiang was hiding out.

He took out his phone and dialed Jiang Wen, but as expected, it was turned off.

"This guy..."

Zhao Fusheng shook his head and then called Zhou Yun.

Damn!

It was turned off too!

Zhao Fusheng was speechless. You two really went all out.

"Forget it, I'll leave first."

Waving his hand, telling the secretaries not to see him off, Zhao Fusheng went downstairs and said to the driver: "To Jiang Wen's house."

The monk may run away, but the temple can't. Since Jiang Wen and Zhou Yun had both turned off their phones, they must be at home; otherwise, they'd be missing persons.

The car sped along and soon arrived at Jiang Wen's residential complex. Because he came often, the security guards recognized Zhao Fusheng's car. After a quick inquiry, they didn't stop him.

But to Zhao Fusheng's disappointment, he struck out again!

"Where did this guy go?"

Zhao Fusheng muttered to himself.

To be honest, he really didn't know Jiang Wen's other residences. And even if he did, people like Wang Zhongjun and Wang Zhonglei would surely find them too.

The Beijing circle was neither big nor small.

After thinking for a long time, Zhao Fusheng called Fan Baobao.

"What's up?"

Fan Baobao was a bit surprised; Zhao Fusheng usually didn't call her during the day, especially when he was working.

"It's like this: has Zhou Yun contacted you?" Zhao Fusheng explained the whole situation and finally said: "Both of them have disappeared. I even chased them home, but no one was there."

"Those two..." Fan Baobao laughed: "What are they up to?"

"Whatever it is, it must be Old Jiang's idea." Zhao Fusheng smiled: "He's annoyed by those people's pestering, so he's just hiding for peace."

"Hiding where? You can hide from the first day of the month but not the fifteenth. He'll have to face it sooner or later." Fan Baobao laughed: "Maybe they went to Sister Feihong's place."

"Right!"

Zhao Fusheng's eyes lit up at this: "Very likely. I'll call Sister Feihong right away."

After hanging up, he called Yu Feihong.

As it turned out, Fan Baobao's guess was correct. Yu Feihong answered the phone and told Zhao Fusheng that Jiang Wen and Zhou Yun, along with their child, were at her place.

"This guy came to my place to hide out." Yu Feihong said with a laugh.

"Okay, I'll be right there." Zhao Fusheng nodded.

...

An hour later, in Yu Feihong's villa, Zhao Fusheng and Jiang Wen sat on the sofa.

"You really went all out hiding."

Zhao Fusheng smiled: "So, now you know how tiring it is?"

"You bet."

Jiang Wen shook his head helplessly: "I used to think Ye Jing's life was too leisurely. Now I realize how much pressure he was under."

This was from the heart. He had always thought that making films was hard, while Ye Jing just opened his mouth, invested money, and built good relationships with everyone.

But now, he understood that the film production industry was not that easy.

Every aspect had to be taken care of, and various balances had to be considered. In just a few months, Jiang Wen felt as if years had passed.

"Hiding like this is not a solution."

Zhao Fusheng told Jiang Wen the plan he had discussed with Zheng Yao: "Go back to the company, work normally, and put forward our requirements. If those people don't agree, then there's no other way."

By 'no other way,' he naturally meant being impartial and strict.

Jiang Wen thought for a moment and felt that Zhao Fusheng's words were reasonable and not problematic. He smiled and said: "Okay, with this plan of yours, basically everyone will accept it."

This was from the heart. 'Inequality rather than scarcity' is a common mentality among Chinese people and in the business world. What everyone fears most is someone hogging everything. Now Zhao Fusheng had put the cake on the table, only setting up a roadblock requiring everyone to pay a toll. Naturally, no one would refuse.

Unless someone had never intended to get a share from the start.