Chapter 0223 Awkwardness

A smart woman shouldn't fixate on how much money a man has, but rather observe the man himself.

Zhou Feifei understood this principle well, but in her view, even the most promising man was only promising—whether he could succeed depended on opportunity.

Compared to Zhao Fusheng, Wang Zhonglei was undoubtedly a successful diamond bachelor, and even Zhou Feifei, the newly crowned Best Actress, was deeply tempted.

It was said that Wang Zhonglei had a girlfriend, but in Zhou Feifei's eyes, as long as he wasn't married, there was still a chance.

Although this might go against normal moral standards, the essence of the entertainment industry was a world of the survival of the fittest. The most common idea instilled in all stars upon entering the industry was to compete.

If you couldn't outcompete others, you would starve to death yourself!

So you had to fight fiercely for fashion and advertising resources, scramble for spots in albums, and snatch roles in movies and TV dramas.

In short, in the entertainment industry, anyone who wanted to become famous without doing anything simply didn't exist.

"Come on, let's go over too." Wang Jinghua had no idea what was going through Zhou Feifei's mind at that moment. In her view, this was an opportunity, and since it was an opportunity, there was no reason to miss it.

Zhou Feifei was startled for a moment, but obediently followed Wang Jinghua over.

Although she was a bit willful, she knew very well that Wang Jinghua would never set her up.

The two of them arrived one after another at the spot where the three were chatting. Wang Jinghua smiled and said, "Hey, you guys don't seem familiar with each other, so why are you chatting so happily?"

Wang Zhonglei smiled: "Sister Hua, I have to disagree with that. They say fate brings people together from a thousand miles away. Isn't that exactly what's happening with us?"

Zhao Fusheng also nodded: "Yeah, Mr. Wang is right. Brother Hua comes from Hong Kong, I come from Ninghai, and Mr. Wang comes from Beijing. The five of us, plus two beautiful ladies, are truly gathered from all corners of the land."

"Exactly, gathered from all corners of the land." Liu Dehua also smiled and nodded, chiming in: "Sister Hua, don't say you're not a beauty."

In her youth, Wang Jinghua specialized in Qingyi roles and had formally studied opera performance. She was even classmates with the actress who played Qingwen in Dream of the Red Chamber. So Liu Dehua's comment wasn't out of line.

"What beauty am I? I'm old now. It's Feifei and the others' world." Wang Jinghua was very modest, shaking her head with a smile: "In men's eyes, only young and beautiful women are the prettiest."

The three men looked at each other, then laughed together.

Although reluctant to admit it, they had to agree that Wang Jinghua was absolutely right—this was precisely the common sentiment of all men in the world.

"Mr. Wang, the film My 1919 that you invested in this year has a good chance of winning awards." Wang Jinghua smiled and said to Wang Zhonglei.

After all, Huayi hadn't been in this circle for long, officially entering the film and television industry only last year. While they had plenty of money, their information wasn't always so well-connected.

Hearing Wang Jinghua's words, Wang Zhonglei was startled. After a few seconds of silence, he smiled and said, "I've only heard rumors about that..."

Award ceremonies in the film and television circle were basically the same worldwide—purely a game of dividing up the spoils. Apart from independent film festivals, all other major film and television festivals involved various kinds of lobbying.

For a well-connected agent like Wang Jinghua to know such information in advance was hardly surprising.

Among these people, except for Zhao Fusheng, even Zhou Feifei had been immersed in this circle for many years and naturally understood, so no one was surprised.

Zhao Fusheng didn't say anything either. He silently sipped his drink, enjoying it.

It was said that human desire was the driving force behind social progress, while failure was a bucket of cold water that doused desire. For someone like Zhao Fusheng in his previous life, who charged forward with nothing but passion, he would inevitably end up battered and bruised.

But from another perspective, how could beliefs and dreams be called steadfast if they hadn't been repeatedly shattered and struck down?

Things that could be done casually weren't called dreams.

Beliefs that could be abandoned at any moment weren't called faith.

Zhao Fusheng understood clearly that seeing an opportunity wasn't hard; those who saw an opportunity and seized it were the successful ones, while those who saw an opportunity but stood there hesitating were the failures.

"What's the matter? Find it strange?" Liu Dehua suddenly asked Zhao Fusheng, seeing that he had been silent.

Zhao Fusheng shrugged: "In a lifetime, everyone does things they don't want to do but have to because of social circumstances. Some of these things seem fine at the time, but in hindsight, they turn out to be wrong. But the problem is, no one is that perfect—it's just the way of the times."

The group exchanged glances, not expecting to hear such words from Zhao Fusheng.

"Impressive. A word from you is truly enlightening." Wang Zhonglei suddenly smiled and said, "I was a bit hesitant before, but now it seems I was too attached."

Zhao Fusheng smiled and raised his drink to him.

Zhao Fusheng didn't know much about Wang Zhonglei. In his previous life, he had seen some gossip news and knew that this younger Mr. Wang had been involved in scandals with many actresses in the circle and later participated in reality shows—quite a character.

Zhao Fusheng had no comment on that. In a place like the entertainment industry, finding a perfect person was impossible.

To be precise, the world didn't lack great people, but perfect ones. The greater a person was, the more people loved to seek out their flaws.

He couldn't refuse to work with Wang Zhonglei just because he liked beautiful women.

Black cat or white cat, as long as it caught mice, it was a good cat. As long as it didn't involve the bottom line of the nation or ethnicity, Zhao Fusheng had no problem cooperating.

What could he do? He was a hothead after all.

Hmm, thinking of that, Zhao Fusheng suddenly remembered something. He looked at Liu Dehua and asked, "Brother Hua, how's your relationship with Brother Leslie?"

Brother Leslie?

Everyone was startled. Liu Dehua was particularly surprised, then looked at Zhao Fusheng strangely: "You're looking for him?"

Zhao Fusheng nodded, his expression calm: "I was just thinking that Brother Leslie might be more suitable for that role."

The moment he heard this, Liu Dehua's expression became quite interesting. He even wanted to grab Zhao Fusheng's head and ask him, "Are you deliberately messing with me?"