Chapter 0213: The Producer

Life is a never-ending performance, and each of us is an actor. Only, some follow their own hearts, while others cater to the audience.

For Zhao Fusheng, in his previous life, most of the time he tried hard to please others, but in this life, he truly hopes to live according to his own heart.

The hardest stage in life is not when no one understands you, but when you don't understand yourself.

Leaving the library, Zhao Fusheng's steps were light. Time plus people equals fate, but if you add the word 'foolishness' before time and people, it becomes a doomed fate.

In his view, Wen Yu and Han Meimei were undoubtedly the former.

A person's life is sometimes like a spiritual practice. As long as you have tried hard and not turned in a blank paper, you haven't lived in vain.

Taking out his phone, Zhao Fusheng called Zheng Yao.

"You can notify Han Bin. We'll start filming officially next week," Zhao Fusheng said to Zheng Yao.

Zheng Yao was startled: "So soon?"

Zhao Fusheng laughed: "It's almost November. After filming, we still need editing and promotional warm-up. The timing is about right."

Zheng Yao nodded: "Okay, you're the producer, you call the shots."

After all, Han Pojun had personally requested Zhao Fusheng to produce this advertisement, so she didn't offer any opinions.

Zhao Fusheng thought for a moment and said to Zheng Yao: "Also, notify Wang Jinghua to coordinate the schedule. We aim to finish shooting the ad in the shortest possible time."

He paused and then said: "Three promotional videos in total: two public service and one commercial."

"You plan to shoot them all at once?" Zheng Yao asked in surprise. The original plan was to shoot only one.

Zhao Fusheng chuckled: "While I still have time, it's best to finish them. Otherwise, I'm afraid I won't be free later."

"Ah?"

Zheng Yao was taken aback. Before she could say anything, Zhao Fusheng had already changed the subject.

Sometimes forcing oneself to lower IQ is a painful thing. It might be better to be truly foolish. Zheng Yao felt that if she were a fool, she wouldn't have to worry about what Zhao Fusheng was really up to.

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The existence of time often leaves people with no time to think much before they helplessly realize that days have already passed.

A week later, Zhao Fusheng arrived in Haidong Province by plane.

Walking out of the airport, Zhao Fusheng saw Dong Chenxi standing not far away waiting for him. She was quite a beauty, standing out like a crane among chickens.

"Have you been waiting long?" He walked over and asked Dong Chenxi.

"No," Dong Chenxi smiled, but the smile revealed a hint of nervousness. From a woman's perspective, the man before her was somewhat unfathomable. When they first met, he was mature and capable, but as they worked together, Dong Chenxi discovered many different facets of him—from an ordinary student to an advertising designer, and now to the person in charge. If not for Zhao Fusheng's relationship with Wang Zhen, Dong Chenxi felt she might never have had such an experience in her life.

"By the way, are the things ready?" Zhao Fusheng asked Dong Chenxi as he put his suitcase into the taxi.

Dong Chenxi nodded, then frowned slightly: "But is it really appropriate?"

Zhao Fusheng laughed: "Appropriate or not, I'll decide."

Dong Chenxi fell silent. Zhao Fusheng began asking her about the filming site—whether Wang Jinghua had brought Liu Dehua and Zhou Feifei, how the preparations were going, what the director was like, and so on. After all, Dong Chenxi had arrived before him and was more familiar with the situation.

The taxi finally stopped in front of a hotel. Zhao Fusheng got out, took out his suitcase, and said to Dong Chenxi, who was paying the driver: "Wait for me. I'll put my stuff away, and then we'll go check out the filming site."

"Okay," Dong Chenxi nodded. She was used to Zhao Fusheng's work ethic. Sometimes he seemed like a naive young man, but at other times he was frighteningly mature.

Entering the hotel, registering with his ID, paying, and taking his suitcase upstairs—in less than ten minutes, Zhao Fusheng reappeared at the hotel entrance and said to Dong Chenxi: "Let's go."

Dong Chenxi nodded, then suddenly remembering something, she took a badge from her pocket and handed it to Zhao Fusheng: "You're my assistant. You need this to get in, otherwise the filming site is off-limits."

Zhao Fusheng smiled and nodded: "Shall we go now?"

Dong Chenxi led the way, and the two walked off one after the other.

"Is the filming site here?"

"Yes," Dong Chenxi nodded. "It's really troublesome filming in a public place. Just renting this place took me two days."

Zhao Fusheng laughed: "Good thing I wrote a rooftop showdown. If I had written it in a busy downtown area, wouldn't you have been rushed off your feet?"

"That's true..." Dong Chenxi scratched her head and smiled in agreement.

"Come on, let's go take a look. Don't keep the stars waiting," Zhao Fusheng said to Dong Chenxi.

Dong Chenxi hesitated, then asked Zhao Fusheng: "Are you really not going to be the producer?"

Zhao Fusheng smiled: "You're my special assistant. Is there a difference between you being the producer and me being the producer? I'm in charge of planning, but the actual implementation requires your personal effort. Don't think being the producer is an easy job; you'll have your work cut out for you."

Dong Chenxi was silent. Although Zhao Fusheng's words sounded high-sounding, she didn't think so. In her view, Zhao Fusheng was clearly helping her accumulate experience and giving her a leg up.

Thinking of this, she suddenly understood why Wang Zhen had said that although Zhao Fusheng sometimes seemed cold, he was a warm-hearted person inside.

"Alright, I have a question for you," Dong Chenxi said to Zhao Fusheng.

Zhao Fusheng nodded, looking at her, waiting for her to continue.

"What attitude should I take toward big stars? That's a headache," Dong Chenxi asked Zhao Fusheng. After all, she was just an ordinary assistant, even if she held the title of producer. But the actors in the ad were Liu Dehua and Zhou Feifei, either of whom had more influence than she did.

Zhao Fusheng laughed, his expression calm, and suddenly asked: "Who do you represent?"

"Ah?" Dong Chenxi was taken aback and instinctively replied: "You. I represent you."

"Exactly. You represent me, represent the ad production company, represent the advertiser," Zhao Fusheng said flatly. "If even the money-spending client isn't respected, then what use is such a star?"

At that moment, Dong Chenxi sensed a chill in Zhao Fusheng's words.