Chapter 2159: When Hungry, Eat

Zhao Fusheng could tell that Bong Joon-ho and Won Bin were both a bit restrained in his presence.

After all, their social statuses were too far apart.

In Zhao Fusheng's memory, Bong Joon-ho and Won Bin were also very famous directors and actors in his previous life. The former, though not prolific, had generally good box office and critical reception for each film.

That was rare for a director.

Making movies is a job and an artistic pursuit for directors or actors, but for investors, it needs to show returns.

To put it bluntly, what can I get by investing in your film?

That's what matters most.

Either you win awards left and right, like Director Wong.

Or you have high box office earnings that make me money, like Fatty Wang.

If you have neither, how can a director convince investors to fund him?

But clearly, Bong Joon-ho was the kind of film director investors particularly liked.

He could write scripts, was good at making commercial films, and could also handle art films or thrillers with ease, grasping the audience's emotions and needs—that was Bong Joon-ho's strength.

As for Won Bin, Zhao Fusheng didn't know much about him.

His deepest impression from his previous life was the film *The Man from Nowhere*, also called *The大叔*.

In that film, even though Zhao Fusheng was a man, he had to admit that Won Bin's acting was truly astonishing.

Of course, the director's skill was a bit lacking; a very good story was ruined by the director. If not for the plot and Won Bin himself being so handsome, attracting a large audience, Zhao Fusheng thought the film might not have been so successful.

Of course, that was all in the future.

Now, Won Bin was still a nervous young artist who had just been discharged from the military not long ago.

Speaking of which, he was an oddball—discharged three years ago, he had only now chosen his first comeback work, and after filming *The Man from Nowhere*, he simply lived a semi-retired life.

Anyway, his fame was established; occasionally coming out to shoot an ad and make an appearance was enough to thrill his fans.

As for film projects, he said he was always carefully selecting good scripts.

As for TV dramas, no need to consider them.

Film actors in South Korea, especially top-tier male stars of high status, rarely acted in TV dramas.

That would be beneath their dignity!

"Thank you both for yesterday's matter."

Zhao Fusheng smiled and said to Bong Joon-ho and Won Bin, "I'm a person who clearly distinguishes between kindness and enmity."

The two quickly nodded.

When the big boss said that, they just listened.

The meal had a harmonious atmosphere. After chatting for a while, they each went their separate ways.

After all, their statuses were too different; some things Zhao Fusheng couldn't say, and Bong Joon-ho and Won Bin wouldn't say either.

But when leaving, Zhao Fusheng gave each of them his business card, saying they could call him if they ever needed help.

Won Bin and Bong Joon-ho naturally had no objections and were even quite pleased, because it meant they had a backer.

Of course, they also knew this was an opportunity given to them.

It might come in handy at critical moments, but if they called Zhao Fusheng for help over trivial matters, the number would probably soon be unreachable.

Favors are always used up the more you rely on them.

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Zhao Fusheng had Liu Yiming see Bong Joon-ho and Won Bin off. Alone at the table, he looked at the barely touched Korean food and shook his head helplessly.

"Bring me a bowl of rice."

Zhao Fusheng said to the waiter.

"Ah?"

The waiter looked bewildered.

Clearly, he didn't understand Chinese.

Zhao Fusheng then remembered that the translator who had been interpreting for him had left with Liu Yiming.

Smiling, he repeated himself in English.

This time the waiter understood, bowed, and quickly left.

Soon, Liu Yiming returned.

"Are you hungry?"

Seeing Zhao Fusheng eating with gusto, Liu Yiming asked in surprise.

Zhao Fusheng laughed: "What, aren't you hungry?"

"Cough, cough..."

Clearing his throat a couple of times, Liu Yiming finally nodded honestly: "Actually, I'm a bit hungry too."

"Then eat something."

Zhao Fusheng pointed at the table full of dishes.

Whether it was his money or not, it was a shame to waste so much food, especially since he was hungry.

Liu Yiming naturally understood Zhao Fusheng's meaning. Smiling, he nodded and invited the translator to sit down, and the few of them started eating there.

Outside the private room, a group of Korean waitstaff was dumbfounded.

Was this how rich people behaved?

"What's going on?"

"They seem to be eating inside."

"Eating?"

"Yeah, those guests are all eating."

A manager came over to ask, and the waiter replied.

The manager was also baffled. Normally, people who hosted dinners in such places were certainly not short of money, and moreover, this room had been booked by a guest from the presidential suite.

Usually, after the meal and business talk, they would go in to clean up.

But the guests had left, yet the host hadn't; he was still sitting there eating, which was truly surprising.

Still, this was the Shilla Hotel. The waitstaff here were specially trained and wouldn't mind as long as the guests didn't do anything inappropriate.

"Wait."

The manager thought for a moment and instructed the waiter.

"Okay."

The waiter quickly nodded.

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Soon, Zhao Fusheng, Liu Yiming, and the others finished eating. Wiping his mouth, Liu Yiming smiled at Zhao Fusheng: "You know, for the first time, I think Korean food is actually pretty good."

Zhao Fusheng couldn't be bothered with him and said, "Get ready; we might be going back in a few days."

"Going back?"

Liu Yiming was startled, then smiled: "You're returning to China?"

"Mm."

Zhao Fusheng nodded: "Prepare; I want to go back and take a look."

Originally, he hadn't planned to return to China, but on second thought, he should go back first to check on Future Film and Television, since it was about to be listed in Hong Kong.

As the boss and major shareholder, he needed to meet with the company's top management.

Of course, giving media interviews was out of the question; Zhao Fusheng had absolutely no interest in that.

He was that kind of person—if he didn't like doing something, he simply wouldn't do it.

But when it came to things he should do, Zhao Fusheng never backed down.

Because he understood what responsibility meant.