Chapter 2282: Thunderous Fury

Long ago, Zhao Fusheng believed that sincerity could move mountains.

Heaven would not let down any child who ran hard in the rain.

But as he grew older, he realized that was just wishful thinking on his part.

If hard work could truly solve all problems, then there would be far too many people Heaven could not let down.

One must be realistic in life.

Of course, principles and the like still had to be maintained.

At the very least, one could not lose the basic bottom line of being human.

But the man Robert Iger brought, in Zhao Fusheng's worldview, was precisely the kind of person who lacked such a bottom line.

Harvey Weinstein.

Liu Yiming whispered into Zhao Fusheng's ear.

Who is he?

Zhao Fusheng was puzzled.

He's a Hollywood producer.

Liu Yiming explained, "He once tried to... with Miss Scarlett..."

Then he began to recount some of the information he had gathered about the man.

Just then, Scarlett Johansson and Charlize Theron also walked over.

What's wrong, Zhao?

Scarlett asked him curiously, "Is something the matter?"

Zhao Fusheng nodded. "Robert Iger brought someone."

Then he said to Scarlett Johansson, "Do you know Harvey Weinstein?"

Him!

Scarlett Johansson's face instantly darkened.

What happened?

Zhao Fusheng was taken aback.

Liu Yiming had just mentioned that Harvey Weinstein had once tried something with Scarlett Johansson but was warned off by Marvel and Disney.

Yet Scarlett Johansson still got so angry at the mere mention of his name. What was going on?

He has harassed many of my friends.

Scarlett Johansson said through gritted teeth.

Is he really that bad?

Zhao Fusheng was surprised; he hadn't expected such a thing.

You don't know—he's a demon!

Charlize Theron said in a low voice.

Huh?

Zhao Fusheng immediately sensed something was off.

After a moment's thought, he said to Charlize Theron, "Miss Theron, shall we talk somewhere else?"

Sure!

Charlize Theron nodded to Zhao Fusheng, for some reason.

The two quietly left the courtyard and entered a study.

Mr. Zhao, if possible, please do not cooperate with Harvey Weinstein. It would tarnish your reputation.

Charlize Theron said to Zhao Fusheng earnestly.

Zhao Fusheng frowned. He hadn't expected such a thing behind it.

Tell me, what kind of person is he?

Zhao Fusheng asked Charlize Theron.

As Charlize Theron explained, Zhao Fusheng's face grew darker.

According to Charlize Theron, Harvey Weinstein was a movie mogul in Hollywood who had distributed countless films. The movies he produced or distributed had garnered over three hundred Oscar nominations and brought home more than seventy statuettes.

Moreover, he had founded a film company and promoted the development of many independent films.

But this Hollywood legend was notorious in the industry, with a thirty-year history of sexual assault.

The victims ranged in age from their twenties to forties, mostly actresses who had worked on Weinstein's films or female employees of his company.

The incidents spanned thirty years, involving different races and even nationalities, but the experiences were largely similar.

They all first received a message from Weinstein about an "audition" or an important meeting, inviting them to his hotel.

Although Weinstein himself lived in New York, his "audition" locations were far-flung, including the Peninsula Hotel in Los Angeles, the Savoy Hotel in London, the Hotel du Cap-Eden-Roc in Cannes, and the Stein Eriksen Lodge in Deer Valley near the Sundance Film Festival. Most of the invited women were young, inexperienced, and without connections in the industry, desperate for a chance to make it big.

On one side was a glittering career; on the other, endless struggle and waiting, possibly even ruin if Weinstein retaliated. Some were forced to acquiesce.

Didn't you ever think of suing him?

Zhao Fusheng asked Charlize Theron.

Charlize Theron was undoubtedly one of the victims.

Ha, do you think we didn't want to?

Charlize Theron smiled bitterly. "We were all young then. Many of us were given a few thousand dollars and signed an agreement not to pursue the matter further."

She sighed helplessly. "After all, this is Hollywood. Some things are beyond our control."

Zhao Fusheng understood her meaning. For most actors, before they became famous, producers like Harvey Weinstein could almost decide their fate.

If they exposed the truth, odds were they couldn't do much to Harvey Weinstein, but it would certainly ruin their careers.

Why did they come to Hollywood?

For fame and fortune, of course.

So all these actresses chose to keep quiet.

The famous ones dared not reveal their shameful past, and the unknown ones had no one to listen to them.

That was the awkward truth.

I see.

Zhao Fusheng stood up, patted Charlize Theron on the shoulder, and said nothing more.

Everyone has their own sorrows. For Charlize Theron, this was clearly a painful memory.

Zhao, cherish Scarlett.

Just as Zhao Fusheng was about to leave, Charlize Theron suddenly said.

Zhao Fusheng paused slightly but said nothing and walked straight out of the room.

He was never a naive do-gooder.

But Harvey Weinstein truly disgusted him.

It's normal for men to like women, and even for the rich and powerful to use various means to pursue women.

But the problem was that someone like Harvey Weinstein, who specifically targeted girls chasing their star dreams, was truly despicable.

With that thought, Zhao Fusheng stepped out of the room.

Chairman.

Liu Yiming appeared at Zhao Fusheng's side at just the right moment.

Where is he?

Zhao Fusheng asked Liu Yiming.

Robert Iger took him upstairs to chat with Marvel and Disney management.

Liu Yiming said in a low voice. "I noticed many actresses looked unhappy when he came in."

Old bastard!

Zhao Fusheng cursed, his face dark.

He knew, as Charlize Theron had told him, that the man was a scumbag, and associating with him would tarnish his own reputation.

Zhao Fusheng valued his reputation and absolutely did not want to be seen as the same kind of person as that bastard.

He wouldn't even tolerate being misunderstood.

Let's go.

With a belly full of resentment, Zhao Fusheng headed upstairs.

......

......

Upstairs, sure enough, Robert Iger stood there with a bearded white man around sixty, who looked like someone accustomed to being in power and living comfortably.

Hey, Zhao, where did you go?

Robert Iger came over, hugged Zhao Fusheng, and said with a smile, "I brought you a friend."

This is Harvey, Harvey Weinstein, my friend.

Robert Iger said cheerfully.

Is that so?

Zhao Fusheng gave Robert Iger a lukewarm look.

He felt that this man might need a lesson.

He hadn't even bothered to find out who he was dealing with, bringing just anyone before him.

Seeing Zhao Fusheng's expression, Robert Iger was surprised. He could clearly sense that Zhao Fusheng was not pleased.

Honorable Mr. Zhao, hello, I am Harvey Weinstein.

Harvey Weinstein stepped forward and extended his hand to Zhao Fusheng.

According to normal social etiquette, when someone does that, Zhao Fusheng should shake hands and greet him.

In fact, with most people, Zhao Fusheng did exactly that.

But unfortunately, this time it was Harvey Weinstein.

Zhao Fusheng gave him a cold look, didn't even bother to speak, and turned to Liu Yiming.

How do you do your job?

Zhao Fusheng's voice was icy.

Unexpectedly, he didn't use Chinese but spoke in English.

Everyone was taken aback.

I'm sorry, Chairman.

Liu Yiming quickly bowed and apologized, looking very sorry.

Didn't I tell you to strictly screen the guests? My party is not for just anyone.

Then, pointing to the chair Harvey Weinstein had just sat in, he said sternly, "Immediately, take this chair out and throw it away! And the carpet in this room, buy a new one. Throw this one away now!"

Then, looking at Robert Iger, he said coolly, "Mr. Iger, I think I may need to reassess our friendship."

Holy shit!

Robert Iger was dumbfounded.

What was going on?

What had happened?

Throw away the chair he sat on, replace the carpet he walked on.

How had Harvey Weinstein offended Zhao Fusheng?

Could it be that the rumors about him and Scarlett Johansson were true?

At that thought, even the president and CEO of Disney, Robert Iger, began to panic.

The main reason he had agreed to bring Harvey Weinstein today was to strengthen cooperation with Zhao Fusheng, since their partnership had created Marvel's current success.

In Robert Iger's mind, adding Harvey Weinstein would make the cooperation smoother and more solid.

As for the unpleasant incident between Harvey Weinstein and Scarlett Johansson, since Zhao Fusheng and Scarlett Johansson weren't actually lovers, Robert Iger thought it wasn't a problem.

Of course, that conclusion was his own private judgment.

But now it seemed he had misjudged.

Zhao Fusheng held a grudge!

No!

He wasn't angry at him; he was angry at Harvey Weinstein!

This realization nearly drove Robert Iger crazy!

Because it completely disrupted his plans.

As for Harvey Weinstein, his expression at that moment was so awkward he could die!

This was not a private occasion. Among those present were management from Marvel, Disney, and other production companies.

In other words, everyone who could attend this party and sit upstairs chatting were the truly powerful people in Hollywood.

Yet, in front of all these people, this Chinese billionaire had publicly humiliated him!

Was he crazy?

Of course, Zhao Fusheng was not crazy.

He was just very unhappy.

Since he was unhappy, he needed to vent.

Zhao! You are insulting me!

Harvey Weinstein stood there, looking at Zhao Fusheng, and said solemnly.

Heh.

Zhao Fusheng gave him a cold look, too lazy to even speak.

I'm sorry, Chairman. I'll arrange it immediately.

Liu Yiming knew what to do and quickly nodded.

Then he started making calls to arrange everything.

Clearly, Zhao Fusheng was deliberately humiliating Harvey Weinstein.

Arrogant Chinese!

Harvey Weinstein could no longer stay and walked straight to the door.

Under these circumstances, he naturally had no face to remain.

Idiot!

Zhao Fusheng blurted out.

Zhao, what's wrong with you?

Robert Iger was puzzled, completely unable to understand why Zhao Fusheng was so emotional.

He had known Zhao Fusheng for a while. Though they hadn't interacted often, everyone knew this Chinese billionaire was famously meticulous. In a sense, Zhao Fusheng only cared about pros and cons, not people.

Yet he had directly thrown Harvey Weinstein out.

What was going on?

Mr. Iger, if you choose to cooperate with someone like him, I think I may have to reconsider my cooperation with Disney.

Zhao Fusheng looked at Robert Iger and said solemnly.

This one sentence made Robert Iger's face turn ugly.

The Marvel layout was something Robert Iger had always valued.

For him, if the Marvel layout succeeded, it would bring Disney billions in profits over the next few years.

Zhao, you're not joking, are you?

Robert Iger was stunned.

Zhao Fusheng chuckled, walked over to him, and said seriously, "Mr. Iger, really, don't provoke me. Otherwise, I can't guarantee what I might do. You should know, I have a bad temper."

At that moment, Robert Iger suddenly felt the air around him grow cold.

He wasn't stupid. Zhao Fusheng's tone clearly indicated he wasn't joking.

He could even be sure that if he accidentally provoked Zhao Fusheng, what awaited him might be a thunderstorm.