Chapter 2195: Success!

The reason Zhao Fusheng asked Liu Yiming about entering Europe was because of a phone call from Tan Kaixuan.

After investigating Europe for a while, that guy finally decided to invest there.

It must be said that his actions influenced Zhao Fusheng's thoughts.

Originally, Zhao Fusheng had little interest in investing in Europe; he didn't plan to become a second Li Ka-shing.

But the problem was that Tan Kaixuan had already made his choice.

Zhao Fusheng was now very hesitant.

After all, he didn't know much about the situation in Europe. Since that was the case, he might as well wait and see.

Liu Yiming was right; the Future Group's current development was already quite good, and there was no need to take risks. Europe might have many opportunities, but they might not be suitable for him.

Soon, the group arrived at the agreed place.

Chairman Zhao, hello.

Hello, Chairman Zhao.

Hello, everyone.

Zhao Fusheng greeted everyone with a smile, and they took their seats according to rank.

Today's attendees included not only the main cast of *Let the Bullets Fly* but also some of Jiang Wen's friends in the capital, all from the Beijing circle, whom Zhao Fusheng had met before.

The group had not started the meal, waiting for Zhao Fusheng. Only when he arrived did the feast officially begin.

After several rounds of drinks and various dishes.

As the host, Jiang Wen naturally spoke first.

He first thanked Brother Fa and the others for taking time out of their busy schedules to participate in the roadshow and for being so helpful. Then he thanked the main crew for enduring many hardships during the filming and finally completing the movie.

As the director, this was what he should say.

Everyone naturally expressed that it was no problem. With Zhao Fusheng present, they all knew this was a good opportunity to shine in front of a big shot. Who didn't hope to rise to the next level? The entertainment industry was a genuine vanity fair.

Then Brother Fa and the others also expressed that as long as the movie's box office took off, their hard work would be worth it.

A whole bunch of words, and everyone knew that the most important thing was to say them to Zhao Fusheng.

Zhao Fusheng sat there, listening to everyone with a smile.

He neither agreed nor disagreed, nor did he offer any opinions.

He knew very well that sometimes not speaking was more effective than speaking.

Even if he did nothing but just quietly listen to these people's words, that was a situation they were very happy to see.

The meal was enjoyable for all, and everyone achieved their goals.

Zhao Fusheng didn't stay long. After sitting for a while, he got up to take his leave.

He also understood that if he stayed, many people would actually feel uncomfortable.

The reasoning was simple: just like when we work and have dinner with our boss, we feel uneasy and dare not speak too directly, afraid of leaving a bad impression.

This meal was the same.

Jiang Wen invited Zhao Fusheng not to make everyone nervous, but to make them understand that the company strongly supported *Let the Bullets Fly* and that Zhao Fusheng hoped the movie would succeed.

Similarly, Zhao Fusheng's willingness to come was also an acknowledgment of everyone.

But aside from that, to be honest, their gathering could no longer keep Zhao Fusheng there.

On one hand, they weren't that familiar; on the other hand, the gap in their status was simply too large.

Even veteran Hong Kong stars like Hong Gu and Brother Fa had no capital to be proud of in front of Zhao Fusheng.

Hong Kong was a capitalist system, and under such a system, they knew better what influence the top tycoons had.

Not to mention anything else, the several major families in Hong Kong controlled most of the industries in the city. If young people wanted to rise, they had to go through the control of these families.

And a tycoon like Zhao Fusheng actually accompanied them for a meal—this news spreading would be a great honor.

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Leaving the restaurant, Zhao Fusheng didn't go anywhere else but directly home.

His life was now very regular; he rarely went out for social engagements.

Fan Beibei, that girl, had dedicated caregivers, so he didn't need to worry about her.

Speaking of which, Zhao Fusheng was now somewhat like a hands-off boss.

Of course, he also understood that for him, being able to be a hands-off boss was undoubtedly because he had enough money.

In his own words, problems that money could solve were not problems, after all, they were quantifiable data.

Problems that money truly couldn't solve—those were the real troubles.

Fortunately, for now, nothing like that had happened around Zhao Fusheng.

Time passed quickly, and before they knew it, National Day arrived.

*Let the Bullets Fly*

was officially released nationwide!

On the first day of release, the box office exceeded fifty million!

In the first week, the box office reached two hundred million!

In an era when smartphones were not yet popular, *Let the Bullets Fly* actually made it to Weibo's trending topics and even dominated the annual hot words.

Various lines from the movie became wildly popular on the internet.

On forums, Tieba, Weibo—wherever there were netizens, the focus of discussion was only one thing.

It was all about the movie *Let the Bullets Fly*!

Success!

Jiang Wen excitedly called Zhao Fusheng.

Clearly, he was extremely happy.

Zhao Fusheng smiled: "Don't rush; it will get even better."

This was inevitable. With a first-week box office exceeding two hundred million, barring accidents, the total box office of this movie could very likely exceed one billion.

This would be a landmark in the history of Chinese cinema!

And as the creators of this miracle, Future Film and Jiang Wen would surely reap huge profits.

More importantly, this miracle was reflected in real life by the surge in Future Film's stock.

Within a week, Future Film's stock on the Hong Kong stock market soared by 20%.

That was the truly exciting thing!

Mm-hmm, I have another event, gotta go.

After chatting excitedly with Zhao Fusheng for a few moments, Jiang Wen hung up.

At this time, he was the busiest person, having to attend various promotional events.

As Zhao Fusheng said, it would get better later, and Jiang Wen would become even busier.

But obviously, this kind of busyness was something he was happy to see and willing to invest in, because it proved his strength—that he could not only make art films and commercial films but also combine the two.

Zhao Fusheng put down the phone, a smile spreading across his face.

It must be said, that guy Jiang Wen sometimes had really good luck. If this had been a few years earlier, *Let the Bullets Fly* might not have achieved such impressive results.

But at this moment, it was precisely the best timing.

After all, the four-trillion-yuan stimulus plan had just begun, and boosting domestic demand had become an important part of economic growth.

The rise of the cultural and entertainment industry had apparently become a national policy.

And at this time, the emergence of *Let the Bullets Fly* was just right.