Chapter 0473: Helpline

If one wants to live a glorious life, they must put in more effort than others.

Even the son of the richest man must bear many responsibilities. It is said that greater ability brings greater responsibility. Similarly, to be honored in public, one must suffer in private.

The same goes for celebrities. They may appear glamorous, but the pressure they endure is far beyond what ordinary people can imagine.

This is why news of celebrity suicides often emerges.

They are simply overwhelmed, unable to bear such immense pressure.

Of course, if some young idols have the courage to face the fact that they use stand-ins, they can also be carefree.

But neither Fan Baobao nor Zhou Yun were obviously that kind of person.

In this era when the internet was not yet developed and mainstream media were still newspapers and television, actors' pursuit of their own acting skills was unimaginable to ordinary people.

Even young people like Fan Baobao and Zhou Yun, who were just juniors or seniors in college and had not yet officially entered the entertainment industry, after hearing that their acting was too poor, decisively began to study how to integrate academic acting techniques into daily life.

Zhao Fusheng watched the two of them whispering and studying, couldn't help but smile, and said, "How about I help you think of a way?"

"You?"

"Think of a way?"

Zhou Yun and Fan Baobao almost simultaneously looked up, staring at Zhao Fusheng in surprise. Clearly, they didn't understand what Zhao Fusheng meant.

Especially dear Fan Baobao, she slightly furrowed her delicate brows and looked at Zhao Fusheng, directly asking, "You know directors and such?"

In her understanding, Zhao Fusheng had at most participated in the production of a few commercials; how could he possibly know directors in the entertainment industry?

After all, in the eyes of a newcomer like her, directors were lofty figures. Not to mention knowing one, even when she and Zhou Yun went for auditions these past two days, the person in charge of interviewing them was only an assistant director.

So now, hearing Zhao Fusheng say he would think of a way, Fan Baobao's first reaction was that he must be talking nonsense.

"Why can't I know a director? Have you forgotten, I even sold a script," Zhao Fusheng glared at Fan Baobao and said.

Fan Baobao nodded: "I know, but that was just a coincidence. You're not a professional screenwriter."

To this, Zhao Fusheng admitted that, as Fan Baobao said, he was indeed not a professional screenwriter and didn't know any real directors.

But the problem was, Zhao Fusheng had his own connections.

Thinking this, he walked to a distance, took out his phone, and dialed a number.

"Hey, what are you up to?" As soon as the call connected, Zhao Fusheng said bluntly.

"At home. Let me tell you, this script..." On the other end, Old Jiang, regardless of what Zhao Fusheng was doing, rambled on and on. The story of "Let the Bullets Fly" was so much to Jiang Wen's taste that he was now even considering how to get this film made.

"There's something I need your help with," Zhao Fusheng didn't beat around the bush and said to Jiang Wen, "I have two friends, very, very good friends, who want to find some crews to play supporting roles."

"Supporting roles? Extras?" Jiang Wen frowned slightly, then asked curiously, "Why are you coming to me?"

"To get them roles."

Zhao Fusheng said matter-of-factly, "You have so many friends, just introduce a couple of crews to my friend."

Jiang Wen immediately lost his composure, gripping the phone and shouting, "Hey hey hey, what do you take me for? I'm Jiang Wen, and you want me to get you extras? You..."

Clearly, for him, the idea of recommending extras was far beneath his dignity.

If it were a female lead or supporting role, that would be one thing, but extras—not even main characters, with barely any lines—Jiang Wen couldn't be bothered to ask.

"Alright then, in that case, I'll keep the script for 'Let the Bullets Fly' and see if any other director likes it," Zhao Fusheng sighed, nodded, and said casually.

When he made the call, he had his back to Fan Baobao and Zhou Yun, so they could only see him on the phone, not hear his voice.

"Hey hey hey, what's wrong with you?" Jiang Wen immediately grew agitated.

"Nothing much. Since you can't help me, I need to find someone who can," Zhao Fusheng said, holding back a laugh.

"It's not that I won't help, it's just that this matter is too trivial, not worth me cashing in a favor," Jiang Wen explained helplessly.

"I don't care about that. Anyway, I need a few extra roles now. It doesn't matter if they have little screen time—two female students from the Central Academy of Drama want to gain some experience," Zhao Fusheng said irritably. "If you won't help, I'll find someone else."

"No, no, no, I'll help, I'll help, okay?" Jiang Wen gritted his teeth.

Jokes aside, he understood that if it weren't necessary, Zhao Fusheng wouldn't have called him.

Hanging up, Zhao Fusheng turned and walked back to Fan Baobao and Zhou Yun, saying, "Alright, let's go home and wait."

"Huh?" Both were stunned. He'd gone off to make a mysterious call, and now he was telling them to go home—what was that about?

Zhao Fusheng smiled: "I've asked a friend to help. Now we just go home and wait for news."

"Is that friend reliable?" Fan Baobao asked suspiciously.

"Yeah, maybe we should keep visiting crews," Zhou Yun said, also worried.

Although the crew materials Wang Jinghua had given them were almost exhausted, it was still better than Zhao Fusheng begging for favors like this.

Zhao Fusheng smiled: "Don't worry, he has a lot of connections in the industry. It should be fine."

Since he insisted, the two women didn't say anything more, not wanting to embarrass him. After wandering around for a while, they all returned to their住处.

It was getting late. Zhao Fusheng said goodbye to them and went to his room.

He hadn't brought his computer this time, so he usually used his phone to contact home. After just calling Jiang Wen, his phone was almost out of battery, so he planned to put it back to charge.

Zhou Yun and Fan Baobao sat on the sofa, eating the fruit Zhao Fusheng had bought, and watched some TV.

"Aren't you going to sleep?" Zhou Yun yawned, glanced at the time, and asked Fan Baobao.

Fan Baobao blinked, pointed at the TV show: "It's pretty interesting. I want to watch a bit more. If you're sleepy, go ahead and sleep."

"Alright, I'll go to bed then," Zhou Yun said without thinking much, nodded, got up to wash up, and then went to her room to sleep.

She didn't notice that the moment she closed the door behind her, a certain figure in the living room shot up.

The moon was dark and the wind was high, the night was deep and still—some things were just right for this time.