Chapter 0458 Safety First

To write ordinary things in ordinary but precise language, and endow these things with vast and astonishing power.

In Zhao Fusheng's eyes, this was the power of words.

Or, to be more precise, it was what he hoped to see—what true works of art could convey to people.

"Fusheng, you rascal, you're something else. First time I've seen Ye Jing left speechless by someone," Jiang Wen said, seeing Ye Jing off and returning with a smile to Zhao Fusheng.

Zhao Fusheng shrugged. "Maybe he thought what I said made a lot of sense."

Why Ye Jing had reacted that way, Zhao Fusheng didn't know and couldn't be bothered to think about. The connections in the Beijing circle were too tangled and unpredictable. From the start, Zhao Fusheng had never intended to rely on Jiang Wen or Yu Feihong to break into that circle.

No matter the era, only one's own strength truly mattered. Relying on others' connections to grow oneself was undoubtedly a joke.

People might give you a hand because of someone else, but if your own skills weren't up to par, even appearing on the Spring Festival Gala year after year to get your face known wouldn't make you popular.

Even if you were paired with ten or eight Best Actors to act alongside you, you'd still end up just a traffic actor.

"Hmph, him?" Jiang Wen curled his lip but didn't say another word.

Also from a大院 (military compound) background, Jiang Wen wasn't particularly fond of Ye Jing either, but since the other man held a higher position in the circle, he had nothing to say.

Yu Feihong, however, didn't care much about that. Instead, she looked at Jiang Wen. "Why aren't you leaving?"

Jiang Wen smiled faintly. "What, do I have to report to you wherever I go?"

As he spoke, he looked at Yu Feihong. "Aren't you going home?"

Yu Feihong didn't answer, but her gaze turned to Zhao Fusheng.

In that instant, Jiang Wen's mouth fell open, his face contorting with an expression as if he had witnessed something unbelievable, staring exaggeratedly at Zhao Fusheng and Yu Feihong, feeling he had stumbled upon some secret.

Seeing his reaction, Zhao Fusheng knew the guy's imagination had run wild, conjuring up something he shouldn't.

Letting out a helpless sigh, Zhao Fusheng explained, "I just arrived today. I'm staying at Sister Fei's place."

He could afford not to care, but Yu Feihong couldn't. After all, as a woman, she still had her reputation to consider.

"Cough, cough. Um, I didn't think too much, didn't think too much," Jiang Wen said with a slightly awkward laugh, then turned to Yu Feihong. "Want to come hang out with us for a while?"

Yu Feihong frowned slightly, about to refuse, but then, as if something occurred to her, she nodded almost inexplicably. "Sure, at Sanlitun?"

In that moment, Zhao Fusheng was fine, but Jiang Wen nearly bit his tongue.

Shooting a surprised glance at Yu Feihong, he quickly nodded. "Yeah, let's go. I'll call now to reserve a spot."

Since it was the weekend and schools were on summer break, many people staying in Beijing were out enjoying themselves. Without a call ahead, they might not get a good spot.

Leaving the teahouse, Yu Feihong was about to get her car when Zhao Fusheng stopped her. "Sister, since you've been drinking, better not drive."

The place where they had just eaten hotpot was not far from the tea house; everyone had walked over, so it was a bit casual, and Zhao Fusheng hadn't said anything. Now that Yu Feihong still intended to drive, Zhao Fusheng had to stop her.

Sometimes, when it comes to life safety, it's best not to take any risks. Although everyone has a侥幸 mentality, one must know that some actions are truly walking a tightrope.

If you walk the night road often, you're bound to meet ghosts; even more so if you're always walking on a tightrope—sooner or later, something will happen.

Seeing Zhao Fusheng so insistent, Yu Feihong had no choice but to nod and agree.

Jiang Wen blinked: "What about me?"

"You're not driving either," Zhao Fusheng said irritably.

He really couldn't understand these people—each one a star worth a fortune, yet they had no sense of safety, getting drunk and fuzzy and still wanting to drive out. He didn't know if they truly weren't afraid of death or if they simply had no concept of safe driving in their minds.

Forcing Jiang Wen not to drive either, Zhao Fusheng pulled them into a taxi.

Anyway, there was a parking lot here; they could leave the cars and have someone pick them up tomorrow.

Sitting in the car, Zhao Fusheng said to Yu Feihong, "Sis, I think you should get an assistant."

Yu Feihong was taken aback: "I have an agent."

Rolling his eyes helplessly, Zhao Fusheng said, "An assistant and an agent are two different things."

"Huh?"

Not only Yu Feihong, but even Jiang Wen looked completely bewildered, as if they had no idea what Zhao Fusheng was talking about.

Clearly, for these domestic celebrities, in the year 2000 they still didn't quite understand what personal privacy meant. Most people had agents arrange work, or manufacturers approached them directly, then they signed contracts and started working; when the job ended, they took the money and left.

In fact, many didn't even have real agents; they had family members fill in.

The most obvious example was Li Bingbing, whose agent was her own sister.

The advantage of these people as agents was that, being family, they would definitely fight tooth and nail for their relative's interests, with no worry that the star would be deceived.

But the problem was that, because they weren't professionals, many lacked the vision and insight compared to professional agents. Whether choosing scripts or selecting advertising endorsements, they had significant limitations.

Moreover, these people basically had no connections; they relied entirely on the star's own popularity. Unlike professional agents who had teams and relationships behind them to bring resources to the stars.

This was also why Wang Jinghua, Chang Jihong, and others could become top domestic agents—they could always find enough endorsements and film contracts for the stars, and naturally the stars were willing to cooperate with such big-name agents.

Of course, there were also oddballs like Huang Xiaoming's former agent, who signed dual contracts, eating from both sides. The final result for such people could only be abandonment.

After all, minor stars might swallow their pride, but once their status rose, no top star would allow themselves to be controlled by an agent, no matter how big the agent was.

Zhao Fusheng patiently explained the role of a personal assistant to Jiang Wen and Yu Feihong, then said helplessly, "I think you could both hire a personal assistant. That way, at least you won't have to worry about trouble wherever you go, and the cost isn't high."

Yu Feihong and Jiang Wen looked at each other, both hesitating.

Clearly, they were both uncertain about Zhao Fusheng's suggestion.