Chapter 2076: Who Doesn't Have a Crush

The meal was enjoyable for both host and guests, and everyone was very happy.

After the meal, Xu Zheng and his wife left. Ye Jing had things to do and returned to the company, leaving only Yu Feihong, Wang Qiang, and Zhao Fusheng.

"You think highly of Xu Zheng."

Yu Feihong asked Zhao Fusheng.

Having known Zhao Fusheng for so long, Yu Feihong had some understanding of his character and temperament.

This guy was the typical type who wouldn't lift a finger without personal gain.

For people he didn't know well, unless he had business intentions with them, Zhao Fusheng generally wouldn't be so polite.

More importantly, judging by the whole series of moves discussed at the dinner table, Yu Feihong was a hundred percent sure that there must be something valuable about Xu Zheng that Zhao Fusheng valued.

Otherwise, how could Zhao Fusheng be like this?

"Sort of."

Zhao Fusheng smiled and nodded upon hearing this.

Everyone present was his own people, so he had nothing to hide.

Glancing at Wang Qiang, Zhao Fusheng said, "Remember this: when Xu Zheng comes to you for collaboration or to discuss new scripts, you agree."

"Huh?"

Wang Qiang was startled, then nodded: "Got it, bro."

"Not just one movie, but all his subsequent movies." Seeing that Wang Qiang didn't understand his meaning, Zhao Fusheng instructed, "This guy has great talent as a director, especially in comedy, and he's a particularly good match for you, understand?"

"I don't understand."

Wang Qiang grinned but said, "Anyway, if you tell me to follow him in making movies, then I'll just follow."

"..."

Zhao Fusheng was speechless and waved his hand: "Eat, eat, eat your meal."

He was completely at a loss for words with this guy.

Wang Qiang didn't mind either, grinning and lowering his head to attack a dish.

Yu Feihong laughed and said to Zhao Fusheng, "You, stop picking on Wang Qiang. I think he's actually right. Since you want him to follow Xu Zheng, then let him follow. It's not like you'd harm him."

"I..."

Zhao Fusheng felt helpless, not expecting Sister Feihong to think the same way.

"But speaking of which, do you think Xu Zheng will be the next Ning Hao?"

Yu Feihong thought for a moment and asked Zhao Fusheng.

"More than that."

Zhao Fusheng shook his head: "Ning Hao is too idealistic. Xu Zheng is smarter."

This was the truth.

From the perspective of later generations, both Xu Zheng and Ning Hao were excellent film directors. The feature films they directed were outstanding, achieving both box office success and critical acclaim.

But here's the thing.

Which of the two is actually better?

In fact, this question is a bit of a stretch, but wherever there are people, there is a world of competition, and comparisons are inevitable.

From a personal perspective, Zhao Fusheng felt that rather than saying Xu Zheng is better than Ning Hao, it's more accurate to say Xu Zheng is smarter than Ning Hao.

At the very least, Xu Zheng knows how to compromise, while Ning Hao's degree of compromise is relatively lower. Deep down, he still has a bit of idealism.

This probably has to do with their backgrounds. After all, Ning Hao started out making independent films, while Xu Zheng started as an actor.

Their understanding of the market is fundamentally different.

So Ning Hao would stubbornly insist on making "No Man's Land," while Xu Zheng would make "Dying to Survive." Even though the latter knew that the film largely wronged Novartis, he still remained silent.

"Smart."

Yu Feihong frowned at Zhao Fusheng's evaluation but said nothing.

Clearly, Zhao Fusheng's evaluation was not a compliment.

Smart people can certainly do smart things, but being too smart also has its downside: they only consider their own interests.

In other words, they can share prosperity but not hardship.

Because those smart people, when danger strikes, will decisively choose to walk away and protect themselves.

This is probably where Zhao Fusheng differs regarding Xu Zheng and Ning Hao.

"Don't worry, with me around, Xu Zheng won't be able to do anything." Seeing Yu Feihong silent, Zhao Fusheng knew she understood his meaning. He smiled faintly and comforted her.

This was true. After all, Zhao Fusheng's status was far above Xu Zheng's in terms of wealth and position. Unless Xu Zheng was crazy, he wouldn't choose to leave Future Films while Zhao Fusheng still had significant influence.

Especially since Zhao Fusheng valued him highly and gave him face by allowing him to set up a studio to collaborate with Future Films.

Of course, if one day Zhao Fusheng fell on hard times, Ning Hao might stand by him and stay with the company to find a way through the crisis.

As for Xu Zheng, that might not be the case.

In a previous life, when Wang Qiang faced such a huge problem, even the scumbag Chen proactively called and offered financial help, while Xu Zheng made no move at all, not even verbal support. This shows what kind of person he is.

This isn't slander; it's fact.

Xu Zheng is too smart.

Smartness is both an advantage and a disadvantage. The advantage is that he is good at assessing the situation and protecting himself; the disadvantage is that such people have few friends.

"By the way, what do you think of Tao Hong?" Yu Feihong casually asked Zhao Fusheng.

"Her?"

Zhao Fusheng was somewhat surprised: "What's up with her? Didn't she say she was quitting this circle?"

At the dinner just now, a few people had talked about Tao Hong. According to her, she wasn't planning to act recently, intending to take care of her family.

Zhao Fusheng quite agreed with that.

For celebrities in the entertainment industry, especially couples who are both artists, if they are always busy and spend more time apart than together, the final outcome is definitely not good.

Feelings, when distance grows, naturally fade.

Making choices is inevitable.

Unless one side chooses to give up, otherwise, it will sooner or later lead to divorce.

And when public figures are involved, with high public attention, it will most likely turn into a farce.

Things like announcing a divorce two years ago, but just a few days ago still picking out diamond rings—such outrageous moves leave onlookers stunned and dumbfounded.

It's not to say this is bad, but the result of such actions is bound to make the artist circle appear even more disreputable in the public eye.

You know, many people already think that artists earn so much and still lack propriety.

There are really too many people with this kind of resentment towards the rich.

"I plan to sign her."

Yu Feihong said to Zhao Fusheng: "What do you think?"

"Whatever."

Zhao Fusheng said indifferently: "If you think it's suitable, that's fine. But since Xu Zheng is going to open a studio, will Tao Hong still sign with us?"

That was a question. In Zhao Fusheng's view, as a couple, since Xu Zheng was setting up his own studio, it was very likely that Tao Hong would follow her husband.

"Not necessarily."

Yu Feihong smiled: "You don't know, those two—each does their own thing, both in career and in life."

"Ah?"

Zhao Fusheng was a bit surprised. He had only heard rumors before, and seeing them eat together today, he thought he had misheard.

But unexpectedly, it turned out to be true.

"For the sake of the child and their own reputations."

Yu Feihong shrugged: "So I say, as an artist, it's best to marry someone outside the circle, so at least the family can be more stable."

As she spoke, she glared at Wang Qiang: "Wang Qiang, let me tell you, if you ever get married and dare to fool around, see how we deal with you!"

"Cough, cough..."

Wang Qiang, inexplicably warned, blinked his eyes, looking completely innocent.

Then, under Sister Feihong's gaze, he quickly shook his head: "Sister Feihong, I won't, I won't."

In his haste, his hometown dialect slipped out.

Both Zhao Fusheng and Yu Feihong laughed. To be honest, Wang Qiang looked quite cute like that.

He always had that rustic charm that people found amusing.

"I know you won't."

Yu Feihong smiled at Wang Qiang: "I'm just telling you, when you find a wife later, try to find someone outside the circle. And besides acting, don't go socializing recklessly, got it?"

"Got it, got it. Don't worry, sis."

Wang Qiang quickly nodded in agreement.

He wasn't really stupid; he naturally understood that Yu Feihong's words were for his own good.

There were too many temptations out there now, especially for artists like him who made money easily. Many people thought artists earned money easily and a lot, so naturally, all kinds of women would come flocking.

Wang Qiang himself had encountered several such girls before.

But luckily, with a sister like Fan Baobao, no matter how scheming a girl was, after Wang Qiang brought her to meet Fan Baobao, she would decisively put away her little tricks.

After all, coming and going with a convoy of cars and a group of bodyguards, just by appearance, one could tell it wasn't an ordinary family.

Moreover, the women Wang Qiang dealt with were all from the entertainment circle. Fan Baobao's identity had been exposed when she performed at the disaster relief gala.

Having a husband worth tens of billions, and crucially, the two were childhood sweethearts with a good relationship.

Under such circumstances, it was really hard to find anyone in the entertainment circle who dared to offend Fan Baobao.

After all, the entertainment circle was also a world of fame and fortune; people like that, everyone would avoid offending.

Wang Qiang had an event in the afternoon, so after sitting for a while, he left.

"Where are you going? Back to the company?"

Zhao Fusheng asked Yu Feihong.

"No."

Yu Feihong shook her head: "I finished the morning's work. I'm going to the set this afternoon."

"The set?"

Zhao Fusheng was somewhat surprised: "Do you need to go to the set?"

"There's an actor I think is good; I want to sign him." Yu Feihong said to Zhao Fusheng.

"Oh, that's rare."

Zhao Fusheng laughed. He knew very well how high Sister Feihong's standards were; for her to have an actor she thought highly of and wanted to recruit—that was something.

"What are you laughing at? I really think he's good." Yu Feihong said to Zhao Fusheng, annoyed: "So, do you want to come along and see?"

"Sure."

Zhao Fusheng nodded. He was a bit curious about who it was that had caught Yu Feihong's attention so much.