Chapter 2210: Comeback

That's how people are: what they value, they consider for the other party; what they don't care about, they treat indifferently.

Zhao Fusheng sometimes didn't deliberately distinguish between close and distant.

But the problem is that closeness and distance don't cease to exist just because you don't deliberately draw lines.

For instance, with Jiang Wen and Yu Feihong's relationship with him, even if their films might lose money, Zhao Fusheng wouldn't mind—at worst, he'd treat it as a dividend on shares.

But if it were Xu Shanzheng, he'd have to think twice.

After all, the former were friends who would stay with the company regardless of whether he had money or not.

The latter, clearly, if he encountered difficulties, expecting Xu Shanzheng to share his hardships was undoubtedly unrealistic.

This isn't to badmouth anyone, but a fact.

Soon, the dinner ended, and everyone dispersed.

Zhao Fusheng and Jiang Wen were the last to leave.

"Do you really have high hopes for Ning Hao?"

Jiang Wen sat in Zhao Fusheng's car, asking somewhat curiously.

He could naturally see that Ning Hao was highly valued by Zhao Fusheng, which was why he allowed him to act in a nearly reckless manner.

After all, for a commercial film director to suddenly shoot a road crime film was inherently incomprehensible, yet Zhao Fusheng had agreed.

This was quite different from his usual style.

Zhao Fusheng chuckled, not intending to hide anything from Jiang Wen, and nodded: "I have great faith in him. Believe it or not, he'll make more money for the company than you in the future..."

"..."

Jiang Wen was speechless.

He always felt that Zhao Fusheng was mocking him.

But the problem was, he had to admit that what Zhao Fusheng said might have some truth to it.

Data doesn't lie.

Before meeting Zhao Fusheng, every film he had made indeed lost money.

At its worst, he had even dragged down an entire film studio.

So, Zhao Fusheng's words weren't wrong.

"Haha, don't you think he's well-suited for commercial films?"

Zhao Fusheng said to Jiang Wen with a smile.

Jokes aside, Zhao Fusheng was well aware of Jiang Wen's professionalism in film.

At the very least, he knew what type of film best suited the market.

Of course, knowing didn't mean Old Jiang would make them.

That kind of person was the most infuriating.

"That's true."

Jiang Wen nodded lightly upon hearing Zhao Fusheng's words.

He understood Zhao Fusheng's meaning well: Ning Hao's previous films were indeed of a high commercial standard, and their box office was quite good.

Most importantly, the costs were low.

Small investment, high return.

This was undoubtedly the result that investors and producers most liked to see.

The reason was self-evident: investing twenty million could yield nearly a hundred million in returns, versus investing two hundred million to get a hundred million in returns.

Which was better and which was worse was obvious.

The latter required taking great risks and worrying about losses; if the box office was too low, it might not reach the break-even point.

The former, on the other hand, didn't carry such great risks.

Ning Hao was undoubtedly such a director.

The earlier Crazy series had investments of no more than twenty million, but the final box office returns were huge profits.

Under these circumstances, even Jiang Wen understood that Ning Hao was undoubtedly a commercial film genius.

"Don't worry, he definitely won't let us down."

Zhao Fusheng smiled and said to Jiang Wen.

No one knew better than him just how successful Ning Hao's future would be.

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...

New Year's Day 2010 didn't really mean much to Zhao Fusheng.

Because he was more looking forward to his wife and family returning home.

Soon, in early January, Fan Baobao, along with the children and elders, returned to the country on their private jet.

"It's good to be home."

Sitting on the sofa at home, Mother Zhao sighed.

"Yeah, no matter how you look at it, home is more comfortable than abroad." Li Yuan also felt emotional.

Zhao Fusheng was speechless; these two were too exaggerated.

But he could understand, after all, for elders of their parents' age, living abroad—though the climate and environment were nice, and there were even various servants on the island—

the problem was that they weren't familiar with the place.

And the language environment was also an issue.

"This time, stay longer in the country."

Zhao Fusheng simply smiled and said to the elders, "Anyway, the kids need to stay here for a while."

They naturally clapped in agreement.

Fan Baobao was also very happy; she didn't want to be separated from her husband for too long either.

It was the same for any woman—even knowing Zhao Fusheng couldn't possibly cheat, living apart and not even seeing her husband's face was hardly a pleasant thing.

Besides, in the country she at least had some friends and could occasionally gather with Zhou Yun and others. In Italy, apart from staying on the island all day, there was basically nothing else to do.

For a normal person, staying home was fine, but staying home all the time was no fun.

Over the next few days, Zhao Fusheng didn't go anywhere; he stayed at home with his family, occasionally going out for walks or inviting Zheng Yao, Jiang Wen, and others over for gatherings.

Although everyone was a bit surprised by Fan Baobao's return, they found it understandable.

Zhou Yun even suggested that if Fan Baobao had nothing to do, she could come out and act with her, just a cameo, since it was better than being idle.

"What do you think?"

Fan Baobao asked Zhao Fusheng.

Zhao Fusheng was chatting with Jiang Wen and Ye Jing at the time; he smiled and said, "Whatever you feel like."

He really didn't mind. Fan Baobao had always loved acting, and since she had nothing to do and the kids were older now, she didn't need to stay by their side all day. If she really wanted to go out and act, then she should.

Given Fan Baobao's status now, who in the film and television circle didn't know her?

There wouldn't be anyone foolish enough to cause trouble.

Besides, Zhao Fusheng and Fan Baobao had always maintained mutual respect for each other's careers. Both of them wanted the other to be happy.

"Alright then, I'll make a comeback."

Fan Baobao suddenly laughed and said to Ye Jing, "Shouldn't you guys give me some encouragement?"

Ye Jing chuckled: "Sure, whatever you say. If you like any script, I'll help you get in touch, okay?"

It was no big deal. If the boss's wife wanted to act, she could choose whatever she wanted.

Neither Zhao Fusheng nor Ye Jing took it seriously.

On the other hand, Fan Baobao herself was a bit nervous. After all, she hadn't acted in years and didn't know if she could still do well.

With nothing to do, she pulled Zhou Yun aside and started discussing acting techniques.