Chapter 0476 Jiang Wu

Jiang Wen's younger brother Jiang Wu graduated from the Beijing Film Academy's 1990 acting department. Compared to his brother, who became famous early and is now established, Jiang Wu is more like a late-blooming powerhouse actor.

In Zhao Fusheng's impression, Jiang Wu didn't appear in many films, but he was in several hit TV series a decade later and was particularly outstanding.

But when Zhao Fusheng brought Zhou Yun and his girlfriend to the entrance of the Beijing Film Studio and saw Jiang Wu in an instant, he still found it hard to connect him with his on-screen image.

"Brother Jiang Wu, hello, I'm Zhao Fusheng." Zhao Fusheng smiled and shook hands with Jiang Wu.

"Hello, hello." Jiang Wu smiled warmly, extended his hand to Zhao Fusheng, and said, "My brother called me; everything is arranged."

"Sorry for the trouble, sorry for the trouble." Zhao Fusheng politely expressed his thanks.

No matter what, since the other party had helped him, the appropriate gratitude should be shown.

As for Zhou Yun and Fan Baobao, who were following Zhao Fusheng, they were both stunned at that moment.

"Jiang Wu?"

"Jiang Wen's younger brother?"

Their eyes exchanged silently, and their gazes toward Zhao Fusheng changed. Especially Fan Baobao, who could barely contain her primal urge to grab him and ask how he knew such an important figure.

Indeed, relative to pure newcomers like Fan Baobao and Zhou Yun who hadn't graduated yet, the Jiang Wen and Jiang Wu brothers were absolute super seniors in the film and television circle. Especially Jiang Wen, who was a genuine top-tier domestic male actor.

From his rise to fame in "Red Sorghum" to his subsequent works, any one of his films could be considered a classic. He was undoubtedly one of the most accomplished domestic male actors in film at the time.

Originally, they both thought Zhao Fusheng's talk of asking friends for help was nonsense, but now it seemed he had clearly gone through Jiang Wen's connections.

Not to mention Zhou Yun, even Fan Baobao was dumbfounded. When Zhao Fusheng had told her earlier, she had worried he was bragging, but now it turned out he had been playing the fool all along.

Glaring fiercely at Zhao Fusheng, Fan Baobao couldn't help recalling the times she had worried for him. This guy had dared to lie to her; his skin was itching for a lesson.

Unaware that he had already been blacklisted by his girlfriend, Zhao Fusheng exchanged pleasantries with Jiang Wu for a while before calling over Zhou Yun and Fan Baobao.

"Brother Wu, this is Fan Baobao, my girlfriend. And this is Zhou Yun, her classmate." Zhao Fusheng didn't beat around the bush and introduced them solemnly.

"Oh, oh, hello, hello." Jiang Wu smiled honestly.

He was like that—very gentle in character. As Jiang Wen put it, if he himself was a powder keg ready to explode at any moment, then his younger brother Jiang Wu was a mellow, aged wine.

It's often said that character determines destiny, and the brothers' fates mirrored their personalities. Jiang Wen had a fire in his heart, so he burned himself out desperately, striving to leave his mark on the history of Chinese cinema.

Jiang Wu, on the other hand, was like a babbling brook, seemingly slow but always able to carve his own path.

The two brothers developed their own careers in different fields, complementing each other well.

Jiang Wu naturally admired his older brother immensely. Having such a brother was a source of pride for anyone, and Jiang Wu was no exception.

But when he called yesterday, he spoke highly of Zhao Fusheng.

In Jiang Wen's words: "Zhao Fusheng is someone who lives purely by his creativity. As long as he's willing, the ideas in his head are enough to keep him well-fed and clothed."

"I can't ask anyone else for this favor; you help me out." Jiang Wen said to his brother.

Fortunately, Jiang Wu had many connections at the Beijing Film Studio. After a few phone calls, he found a crew.

Just as Zhao Fusheng had requested, the role had few lines and little screen time, but it offered the opportunity to act opposite big-name actors.

In short, it was only slightly better than being an extra.

But because of Jiang Wu's face, no one would bully the two girls. Otherwise, newcomers without any background would certainly be bullied on set.

Of course, when it came to bullying, the degree varied.

Whether they could endure it depended on the actors' own mentality.

That martial arts actor who later topped the box office with "Wolf Warrior 2" was beaten to the point of spitting blood when he went to Hong Kong back in the day.

There's an old Chinese saying: "Thirty years east of the river, thirty years west of the river." In later web novels, a line was added: "Don't bully the youth for being poor."

In other words, those standing at the top of the mountain should never look down on those at the bottom, because one day they will climb up and replace you. And those climbing up should not despise those coming down, because when they were in their glory, you were still huddled at the bottom.

Though unwilling to admit it, that was the truth.

So Zhao Fusheng didn't particularly ask Jiang Wu to take care of Fan Baobao and Zhou Yun, nor did he tell the two girls to seek out Jiang Wu if trouble arose. Since they had chosen the path of acting, how far they could go ultimately depended on themselves.

"I'm heading back now; you go shoot." Zhao Fusheng said to Fan Baobao.

Fan Baobao nodded, shot Zhao Fusheng a glare, and said in a low voice, "I'll settle accounts with you when I get back."

Zhao Fusheng was taken aback, a bit puzzled, not knowing what she meant. Then it dawned on him that she was referring to his ability to contact Jiang Wen.

Shrugging, Zhao Fusheng said nonchalantly, "I'm not close with Jiang Wen. I just met his agent when I came to Beijing on business last time. The company has been discussing an advertising project recently and intends to approach Jiang Wen, so I made contact."

These words were half true and half false. Fan Baobao frowned slightly, feeling something was off, but before she could figure it out, the assistant director started calling for them. Helpless, she had to leave, putting the matter behind her.

As for when she would think of it again, that was anyone's guess.

Zhao Fusheng shook his head helplessly. He really hadn't expected that Jiang Wen would go so far as to ask his own brother for help.

Thinking it over, his excuse to Fan Baobao seemed reasonable enough, so Zhao Fusheng stopped dwelling on it and walked out of the Beijing Film Studio.

Fan Baobao and Zhou Yun would be shooting here all day anyway. Since he had nothing to do, he might as well wander around.

To be honest, Zhao Fusheng really wanted to see what the capital city looked like at this time.