Chapter 1667: Consolation

"Then I'll head back to the company first."

Jiang Wen thought for a moment and said to Zhao Fusheng.

Since Zhao Fusheng and Zheng Yao had already discussed it, he naturally had to start working immediately.

"Okay."

Zhao Fusheng nodded: "Arrange it as soon as possible, mainly singers; actors are not a problem either."

After a moment's thought, Zhao Fusheng said: "Try to focus on young actors and the middle-aged generation, understand?"

The implication was naturally to give people a fresh feeling.

"I know."

Jiang Wen nodded. With his current status in the entertainment industry, plus the fact that the Beijing circle were all his own people, a single glance was enough to summon or dismiss them at will.

Of course, the confidence to say this came from his current position and status.

And he also felt Zhao Fusheng's consideration was correct. The older generation of artists took such matters lightly and wouldn't like to get involved. They cared more about acting than this kind of showmanship.

This was an indisputable fact.

The older generation of Chinese actors truly acted with heart and soul. They were not afraid of hardship or suffering. In their view, the most basic quality of an actor was professionalism.

"I'm leaving now. Later, help me send Zhou Yun and the child off." Jiang Wen stood up and said to Zhao Fusheng.

Zhao Fusheng nodded, about to agree, but Yu Feihong interjected: "Go ahead. Zhou Yun and the child can sleep at my place today."

Both were startled. Yu Feihong said: "Do you think if you go home, no one will come looking for you?"

Zhao Fusheng was taken aback, then laughed and nodded to Jiang Wen: "I think she's right."

Jiang Wen helplessly forced a bitter smile: "I understand."

With that, he walked outside.

After Jiang Wen left, Zhou Yun, who had put the child to sleep, came out. Yu Feihong told her what had happened, and Zhou Yun had no objections, nodding in agreement.

"To be honest, Old Jiang really cares about you and the child these days," Zhao Fusheng casually remarked to Zhou Yun.

He truly hadn't expected Jiang Wen to value family so much.

"Him?"

Zhou Yun glared at Zhao Fusheng: "Do you know how much I've worried about him?"

"What's wrong?" Zhao Fusheng asked, puzzled.

"Before, I bought him clothes, but he wouldn't wear them and just left them lying around. Last time I went back to my parents' house, this guy was at home revising scripts and didn't change clothes for over a week. Do you know how dirty the house was when I got back?" Zhou Yun complained. "You creative men are all no good!"

"Hey, hey, I don't like hearing that. You're talking about your husband, why drag me into it?" Zhao Fusheng protested. "I'm not as sloppy as Old Jiang, okay?"

"Heh..."

Zhou Yun replied with a cold laugh.

She wasn't stupid; Fan Baobao had told her about Zhao Fusheng's unkempt appearance back in the day.

"But I see Old Jiang dresses pretty well now, head to toe in名牌, quite stylish," Zhao Fusheng said with a smile. "Your wild boar makeover plan succeeded, huh."

"That's because I forced him!" Zhou Yun shrugged. "I threw away all the clothes I bought for him and gave them to the homeless. Later, when he needed clothes to go out, I said I'd given them away. After that, he wore whatever I told him to."

Holy shit!

This time, both Zhao Fusheng and Yu Feihong were dumbfounded. Neither had expected Zhou Yun to use such a method to deal with Jiang Wen.

"T-That works?" Zhao Fusheng muttered to himself. For some reason, he suddenly felt a bit sorry for Old Jiang.

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After eating at Yu Feihong's place, Zhao Fusheng finally left her home.

Yu Feihong saw Zhao Fusheng to the door and said to him, "Old Jiang told me, I won't participate in that promotion."

"What, you have something on?"

Hearing his sister's words, Zhao Fusheng was a bit surprised. In his plan, he had intended to have Sister Feihong participate in the promotion, as it was an opportunity to boost her fame.

Yu Feihong smiled slightly and shook her head: "I'm old now. Why compete with the youngsters for opportunities? Besides, I don't want to be that busy."

That was her nature. In recent years, she had been immersed in charity, always striving to help more people. She was no longer as enthusiastic about entertainment industry matters as she was in her youth.

Often, people are like this; they get changed by certain events, becoming more detached and more earnest.

"Alright."

Zhao Fusheng nodded. He understood Yu Feihong's personality. Since she said she didn't want to participate, she definitely meant it.

"I'll be heading to the southwest in a few days."

Yu Feihong said to Zhao Fusheng: "The school there is still under construction. It should be finished by the end of the year."

After a pause, she looked at Zhao Fusheng: "After finishing that project, I want to go check out the northeast, and also the border regions."

"What for?" Zhao Fusheng was somewhat surprised, looking at Yu Feihong with confusion, not understanding why she suddenly wanted to go to the northeast.

Yu Feihong laughed: "To see your hometown, and take a stroll around. To be honest, I've had a plan in my mind for a while."

"What plan?"

Zhao Fusheng asked in surprise; he hadn't expected Yu Feihong to have a new plan.

He knew that most of the charity activities she had done before were orchestrated by him behind the scenes, but now, clearly, Sister Feihong had her own new ideas.

Yu Feihong said: "I want to help the families of martyrs and soldiers."

"What?"

Zhao Fusheng was taken aback: "Families of martyrs and soldiers?"

"Yes, families of martyrs and soldiers, as well as disabled veterans, and also people injured while acting courageously for justice. I want to help them all."

As she spoke, Yu Feihong sighed: "Fusheng, you know, the longer I do this, the more I realize there are so many people in this world who need help. I always feel that my strength is too meager, that I simply can't help everyone."

Zhao Fusheng sighed upon hearing this; he could see that Sister Feihong's spirits were very low.

After a moment of silence, Zhao Fusheng looked up: "Sis, you have to understand, many things in this world don't operate according to our wishes. Even if we've tried our best, the truth is, we're just ordinary people. We can only do what we can to find peace of mind."

This was his heartfelt words, and he truly hoped Yu Feihong would think this way.

Sometimes, one had to admit that human strength was too insignificant. If one couldn't see things in a broader perspective, perhaps we wouldn't be able to persevere to the end of life.

"Okay."

Yu Feihong nodded: "I understand, don't worry."

She wasn't a child; it was just that having seen too much of the dark side, she felt very uncomfortable. Having someone to listen to her had already stabilized her emotions a lot.

This was actually the role of friends—at least when you're lost, there's a place to lean on.

"Alright, don't be so down." Zhao Fusheng laughed: "Your little brother is a rich man. We'll do more charity later, mobilize the people around us, and help those in need."

Yu Feihong burst out laughing at his words, reached out and patted Zhao Fusheng on the shoulder: "You should take care of yourself too, don't work too hard, you hear?"

She could imagine the pressure Zhao Fusheng was under, just by thinking about it, because he carried the hopes of countless people on his shoulders.

To be honest, Yu Feihong sometimes really admired Zhao Fusheng; at least, if she were in his position, she definitely couldn't do better than him.

It was often said that a successful person must have their merits, and now it seemed that这话 was quite reasonable.

"Don't worry."

Zhao Fusheng smiled and waved his hand: "I'm young, what could happen? Besides, I'm smart enough not to get myself hurt."

He was full of confidence and understood that Yu Feihong was concerned about him.

To be honest, Zhao Fusheng liked this feeling; at least someone cared about him, and that felt good.

He wasn't a child; he had long passed the age of being easily moved. But he could tell whether others' concern for him was genuine or fake.

"Go on, go on, get busy with your stuff."

Yu Feihong didn't want to say more. After giving her instructions, she let Zhao Fusheng leave.

Zhao Fusheng sat in the car, holding his phone, lost in thought.

"Chairman, where to?"

The driver, who had just taken over Hu Donghai's position, was named Chen Zhen, also a retired veteran.

"Future Investment."

Zhao Fusheng thought for a moment and instructed Chen Zhen.

At Future Film, Jiang Wen was surely busy as a dog. If he went there, he'd only cause trouble, since those people would definitely ask for favors once they saw him.

"Okay." Chen Zhen nodded. He was a few years younger than Hu Donghai and naturally knew the boss's status, so he had no objections.

Before taking over from Hu Donghai, the two had a long talk. Hu Donghai told Chen Zhen to speak less and do more around the chairman, ask questions if he didn't understand, but not to voice opinions recklessly.

Zhao Fusheng didn't mind the people around him learning and growing, but he did mind them talking nonsense.

That's why Chen Zhen acted this way.

The car sped along the road. Zhao Fusheng kept thinking about how much benefit the Future Group could gain from this incident.

It couldn't be helped; it was a businessman's instinct to subconsciously weigh things no matter what they did.

Pros and cons, gains and losses.

As a businessman, that was one of the meanings of his life.

"Old Chen, slow down a bit."

Zhao Fusheng instructed Chen Zhen.

Chen Zhen was a bit puzzled but still nodded and gradually reduced the speed.

Looking at the scenery outside the window, Zhao Fusheng let out a long breath. He suddenly felt tired.

Or rather, inexplicably, he had a bad feeling in his heart.