Chapter 2107: The Uneasy Action Star

Zhao Fusheng still underestimated his own influence.

A big shot of his level paying attention to a down-and-out director and actor itself seemed unusual to many.

A few days later, even Yu Feihong and Jiang Wen learned about it.

“I heard you think highly of Wu Jing?”

“You really think he’s that good?”

Faced with all the doubts, Zhao Fusheng felt like crying but had no tears.

“I don’t think highly of him.”

Zhao Fusheng explained helplessly to a few people: “I just think he has potential for future development, and I really like the films he makes.”

“Isn’t that the same?”

Jiang Wen said with an expression that said he had seen through the truth.

“…”

Zhao Fusheng was already beyond caring.

“What’s really going on?”

Yu Feihong asked, puzzled.

She had specifically watched Wu Jing’s work and really didn’t see what was so outstanding about it. Why did Zhao Fusheng think so highly of him?

After all, everyone knew that Zhao Fusheng was famously discerning and never made a mistake. So far, every artist he had favored had become popular.

That was why everyone was paying attention to Wu Jing.

“It’s nothing much.”

Zhao Fusheng shook his head: “I just think this guy is decent and paid some attention. Who knows how the rumors got so twisted outside.”

“You…”

Yu Feihong was already exasperated. She shot Zhao Fusheng a glare and couldn’t be bothered to criticize him anymore.

Zhao Fusheng knew he was in the wrong, so he kept his mouth shut and didn’t dare argue with her.

“So what do we do now? The word outside is that Future Films is going to sign Wu Jing.” Jiang Wen shrugged helplessly.

“That’s a bit troublesome.”

Yu Feihong frowned: “If we don’t sign him in the end, it won’t be good for Wu Jing.”

The issue was simple: to most onlookers who didn’t know the truth, Zhao Fusheng favoring Wu Jing meant Future Films might sign him.

But if they ultimately didn’t sign him, what would that imply?

Simply put, it would mean Wu Jing didn’t have that much potential, or even that Future Films didn’t think much of him.

Under those circumstances, it would affect his future development.

After all, reputation works that way.

“How about this: I’ll treat him to a meal.”

Zhao Fusheng thought for a moment and said to Yu Feihong and Jiang Wen: “I really do think highly of this guy. Among domestic action actors, he’s relatively upright.”

“Upright?”

Jiang Wen and Yu Feihong were both startled. They rarely heard Zhao Fusheng describe someone that way.

Zhao Fusheng nodded but didn’t say anything more.

The reason Zhao Fusheng thought highly of Wu Jing was really because he was a straightforward person, without all those messy scandals.

Though always sticking to the mainstream theme might make some suspect he was a bit of a sycophant, the question was: is loving your country wrong?

Probably only in the eyes of those who worship foreign things all day is patriotism considered wrong.

Hollywood hero movies where one man fights a dozen are called action blockbusters, but when Chinese people make action films that slightly defy physics, some so-called experts step up to criticize.

What keyboard warriors!

Really!

Zhao Fusheng didn’t even want to curse at such people, but that didn’t stop him from planning to give Wu Jing a hand.

At least a little, hoping to help him out.

…

…

Wu Jing had been a bit panicked lately!

Out of nowhere, a rumor spread in the circle that the big boss of Future Films, the mysterious rich man Zhao Fusheng, was very interested in him.

To be honest, if Zhao Fusheng weren’t already married, the rumor might have taken a more salacious turn.

But regardless, Wu Jing found that wherever he went, people were quietly observing him. Even those who hadn’t been impressed with him before because of his poor box office were now much more polite.

He knew it was because of that man.

Rumor had it that the man intended to sign him and bring him into Future Films.

Some people even said outright that he had already officially become a member of Future Films.

But only Wu Jing himself knew that no one from Future Films had ever contacted him.

That was really awkward.

Others thought his entry into Future Films was a sure thing, but Wu Jing knew full well that he didn’t even know which way the door of Future Films opened.

Not only that, but Wu Jing was terrified of what would happen if people in the circle found out he had no connection to Future Films.

Would they think he was using Future Films’ name to hype himself?

Just thinking about it made him feel terrible.

If that got out, he would inexplicably offend the big shots in the circle and his reputation would take a huge hit.

Wu Jing had always been strong-willed. Although he thought he hadn’t done anything wrong, offending a giant like Future Films would do him no good.

Just then, he received a phone call.

“Who wants to see me?” Wu Jing was stunned.

“Mm-hmm, I understand.”

Whatever the person on the other end said, Wu Jing quickly nodded.

After hanging up, he sat there with a strange expression, not saying a word for a long time.

“What’s wrong, Brother Jing?”

His assistant asked him curiously.

“Nothing, just something came up.”

Wu Jing blinked, then shook his head, as if talking to himself or asking the assistant: “Can this be real?”

“What?”

The assistant was puzzled and looked at him in confusion.

Wu Jing waved his hand: “It’s nothing, nothing.”

He usually treated his assistant well, so the assistant was quite informal with him.

“Brother, did something happen?”

The assistant whispered: “I’ve heard a lot of people say you might be going to Future Films.”

“Going where?”

Wu Jing’s face darkened. He waved his hand, too lazy to say more, and stood up to walk away.

“Hey, Brother, where are you going?”

The assistant panicked and quickly followed Wu Jing.

“It’s nothing, don’t worry about me. I’m going out to meet someone.” Wu Jing waved for the assistant to stay, got into his car alone, and drove off.

Half an hour later.

Wu Jing arrived at the entrance of a private kitchen.

“You’re finally here. Go on in.”

A man stood at the door—bald, round-faced, looking quite fierce. When he saw Wu Jing, he quickly said.

“Hey, is this for real?” Wu Jing asked, astonished. “Is it really that guy?”

“Nonsense!”

The bald man glared at him: “Would I lie to you? Hurry up and go in. There’s a whole crowd inside.”

Huh?

Wu Jing looked at his childhood friend, feeling dizzy.

This bald man was his childhood friend Zhou Xiaoou, who would never lie to him.

They had known each other for at least twenty years. Zhou Xiaoou was a singer, and a famous rock singer at that, having only left the band last year.

Not only was he good at rock, but most importantly, he also loved acting.

That’s right!

This bald guy always liked to make cameo appearances in various films and TV shows, mostly as villains with little screen time, but he enjoyed it immensely.

In Zhao Baogang’s earlier drama *Struggle*, he had a cameo and did quite well.

The call Wu Jing received was also from him.

On the phone, Zhou Xiaoou told him that director Zhao Baogang wanted to see him, and there would be another big shot present.

Hearing this, Wu Jing was stunned.

What was going on?

If it weren’t his childhood friend calling, Wu Jing would have thought someone was messing with him or playing a joke. He had encountered similar situations in Hong Kong and been fooled twice, so he had learned his lesson.

But this time, Zhou Xiaoou told him that one of the big shots in the Beijing circle, Zhao Baogang, was hosting a dinner, and another major figure would be there to see him?

Wasn’t this a dream?