Chapter 1947: Celebrating Success

In Zhao Fusheng's view, Zhang Qian's worries were completely unnecessary.

Not to mention that business inherently involves gains and losses, but regarding the fitness center itself, Zhao Fusheng was confident he wouldn't lose money.

This was the capital of China, a city changing with each passing day, and above all, it was full of people.

It was a place where many longed to realize their dreams, gathering from all over the country, hoping to change their fate and become thorough successes.

It wasn't that this behavior was bad; if people craved success, they naturally paid special attention to their appearance.

And exercising was undoubtedly a way to boost one's confidence.

Forget about losing money; Zhao Fusheng was even looking forward to seeing how far this fitness center, inadvertently created by this group, could develop.

"Don't worry. When have I ever done something without being sure?"

Zhao Fusheng smiled and reassured Zhang Qian.

He naturally understood that Zhang Qian always tended to think of the worst-case scenario.

Being vigilant in times of peace was certainly not wrong, but if one always hesitated, it was easy to miss opportunities for development.

People were like that: when they had nothing, they often dared to charge forward, but once they had attachments, they became cautious, after all, any decision affected too much.

Zhao Fusheng was actually the same. In his mind, he occasionally recalled a profitable project he had known by chance in his previous life. Logically, if it were a few years earlier, he would have invested without hesitation.

But now, Zhao Fusheng hesitated repeatedly and ultimately chose to give up.

Money was one thing, but the risk was absolutely not worth taking.

With a whole family relying on him and such a large company hinging on his every thought, if Zhao Fusheng still made decisions impulsively, it wouldn't be forging ahead boldly but rather foolhardiness.

"Come, come, let's eat, let's eat."

Fan Baobao then called everyone to dinner, and the group stopped talking, gathering around to eat.

Such gatherings, Fan Baobao organized about once every month or two.

As Zhao Fusheng's wife and the mistress of the Future Group, it was most appropriate for her to take the lead.

This was a form of socializing.

Even though Zhao Fusheng and Dong Chenxi and the others were friends, as the core team helping him manage the Future Group, he needed to maintain their relationships.

After seeing off Zheng Yao and the others, Zhao Fusheng and his wife sat together chatting.

"Are you really going to set up that fitness center?"

Zhao Fusheng asked Fan Baobao.

"Yes, I'm serious." Fan Baobao nodded. "I'm idle at home anyway, and it won't require much effort from me since I'll hire people."

She had thought it through clearly, so Zhao Fusheng didn't press further.

In fact, Zhao Fusheng knew that Fan Baobao wasn't foolish; she was trying to help him. Since she couldn't contribute much in terms of company management, taking a roundabout approach was also a way.

Speaking of which, this was just another form of the 'wife's strategy.'

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Dong Chenxi had been really idle lately. Early the next morning, she drove over to pick up Fan Baobao for shopping.

Of course, she claimed it was to scout locations for the fitness center.

Watching their backs, Zhao Fusheng's mouth twitched involuntarily. It was the first time he'd heard of scouting locations requiring him to hand over his bank card.

As if he'd believe that!

Women! All unreliable creatures!

Zhao Fusheng silently mourned for his wallet and then left home.

He had other things to do today—going to Future Film to celebrate the success of the TV series "Wulin."

As the hottest domestic TV series now, "Wulin" had brought huge returns to both the actors and the investors. CCTV had purchased the broadcasting rights for the second season at a very high price, and this time it would air during prime time.

The leaders at CCTV weren't fools either. At Future Film, Ye Jing had bluntly told them that local stations had contacted him several times, and he had originally considered it, but because the chairman demanded that the long-standing cooperation with CCTV not be disrupted, he had no choice but to comply.

"Yiming, I remember when we were in Xichuan, you mentioned wanting your sister to join Future Film?" Zhao Fusheng glanced at Liu Yiming and asked casually.

"Ahem, well..."

Liu Yiming suddenly felt embarrassed, because his reaction back then had been a bit too intense.

Zhao Fusheng could understand; at a life-or-death moment, people always had some attachments.

"Get in touch with her later."

Zhao Fusheng smiled and said to Liu Yiming, "Ask Guangxian how they feel about a peaceful termination of the contract."

"Really, Chairman!"

Hearing Zhao Fusheng's words, Liu Yiming was first stunned, then overjoyed: "Thank you, thank you so much."

He actually knew that his sister, who worked as a host, was quite valued at Guangxian.

But the problem was that before, he didn't have that kind of influence. Now that he was working alongside Zhao Fusheng, with this opportunity, he really wanted to help his sister once.

At the very least, at Future Film, it would be better than at other companies.

His own boss's reputation was solid.

Zhao Fusheng smiled, waved his hand, and didn't take the matter to heart.

To him, it was just a small matter. Liu Yiming was his trusted assistant; if using this little thing could make him more loyal, Zhao Fusheng wouldn't be stingy.

Soon, the motorcade arrived at the main gate of Future Film. This time, Ye Jing personally led the team to welcome Zhao Fusheng at the entrance.

After all, today was a major event for the company. For a celebration banquet, Zhao Fusheng, as chairman, personally attending was certainly giving face to the people below.

"Hello, Chairman."

"Chairman."

"Mm, hello everyone."

Zhao Fusheng greeted everyone with a smile, his expression warm.

For this legendary chairman, many actors, especially the newcomers, undoubtedly held great admiration.

The reason was simple: he was too legendary.

Starting from scratch, leading a group of friends around him to reach where they were today—if that wasn't a legend, what was?

"The chairman is so young!"

"Don't you know? He's only just turned thirty this year."

"Oh my god! I really want to marry him!"

"Heh, stop dreaming. He has a childhood sweetheart wife, Fan Baobao. She performed at the disaster relief gala a few days ago."

Every maiden has her spring dreams, especially about a wealthy catch, which everyone likes. Zhao Fusheng went upstairs, leaving behind a group of women lost in wild thoughts.

Zhao Fusheng and his party took the elevator upstairs. In the elevator, Zhao Fusheng casually said to Ye Jing, "Say hello to Wang Changtian of Guangxian. Yiming's sister works as a host at their company. Transfer her contract over, and say it's my idea."

Ye Jing was taken aback but still nodded. He understood Zhao Fusheng's meaning—after all, Liu Yiming was one of his people, and having his sister at another company was indeed somewhat inappropriate.

Guangxian naturally referred to Guangxian Media, founded in 1998. As far as I recall, its main businesses included TV program production and distribution, film investment, production, promotion and distribution, TV drama investment and distribution, artist management, new media internet, gaming, etc. Its daily entertainment news programs "China Entertainment Report" and "Music Billboard" had both been airing for many years.

In Zhao Fusheng's original history, it was known as China's largest private media and entertainment group.

Unlike Huayi, which reached out in all directions and dabbled in multiple industries, Wang Changtian, who started in media, always kept his focus on media.

"By the way, are you familiar with Guangxian?" Zhao Fusheng suddenly asked Ye Jing.

"Not bad."

Ye Jing smiled: "You know, the circle is small; we meet often. Besides, Wang Changtian is a decent person."

Zhao Fusheng was startled, not expecting Wang Changtian to receive a fairly positive evaluation from Ye Jing.

After all, Ye Jing was inherently very proud.

Even the Wang brothers of Huayi were not highly regarded in his heart.

In fact, Wang Changtian was indeed a decent person.

Wang Changtian was an outlier in the film and television industry.

He stipulated: no employee was allowed to accompany clients to nightclubs or drink with clients unless they themselves enjoyed it. He himself never brought hosts or artists to meet clients.

Sometimes, he joked that he was like a landlord, burying the money he earned in a jar.

In later years, Wang Changtian once posted a Weibo: "When competitors secured big projects by bribing, I envied them; when peers raised funds by fabricating stories, I envied them; when SP companies went public by deducting users' money, I envied them; when peers latched onto some young master or big shot, I envied them; when peers used connections to suppress rivals, I envied them; when peer bosses indulged in pleasure, I envied them; when these companies became fleeting clouds over the past decade, I felt fortunate."

It must be noted that at that time, commercial films in China were dominated by Huayi, which ruled the Chinese film market by relying on tax-evading Fan-style sensationalism and the endless chatter of Little Steel Cannon-style entertainment.

Fate was like a knife; just on the eve of Huayi's decision to de-emphasize film, the post-era tide of Chinese cinema had quietly begun.

And at that time, the one that quietly rose was none other than Guangxian Media.

Of course, at this moment, with Zhao Fusheng's existence, Huayi had been heavily suppressed and naturally developed less rapidly. Xu Zheng, on whose rise Guangxian relied, was now signed with Future Film, so the company was not developing as quickly.

But even so, they were still a fairly strong enterprise in the industry.

More importantly, Wang Changtian was a very good person.

With this thought in mind, Zhao Fusheng felt that he might have an opportunity to talk with him.