Chapter 0622: Slipping Through

Actually, although Zhao Fusheng was somewhat frustrated that Jiang Wen had revealed their acquaintance, he wasn't too troubled; what concerned him was Fan Baobao's reaction.

Since ancient times, everyone's growth process has a traceable thread. Freud attributed everything to sex, believing that all changes in the world are related to sex, so his psychological theories seem feasible but actually go off on a tangent.

In Zhao Fusheng's view, what makes humans human is that beyond the basic needs of eating and reproduction, they have more pursuits. Simply categorizing everything as implicit hints is very inappropriate.

In other words, a person's creativity and thinking ability often come from learning, not so-called talent.

Neither Fan Baobao nor Zhao Fusheng were naturally gifted smart people. The former had looks but clearly lacked intelligence; the latter had average looks and moderate fighting skills. If not for experiencing reincarnation, his intelligence would be just so-so, as the wasted years of his previous life proved that Zhao Fusheng wasn't very good at managing things.

Putting down the phone, Zhao Fusheng sat there thinking carefully. He felt that perhaps he should gradually let Fan Baobao know that he had some skills.

Blocking is worse than疏导; some things can't be hidden forever.

The process of life is a process of struggle. Even if we have no goals, we need to struggle to fill our stomachs. The stronger a person is, the greater their goal of struggle. Although deep down they hope their opponents are weaker, in reality, their opponents are stronger.

Similarly, birds of a feather flock together. Capable people naturally befriend capable people.

As a big star, Jiang Wen couldn't be friends with an ordinary advertising planner like Zhao Fusheng; at most, they were acquaintances.

Knowing someone is not the same as being friends. Fan Baobao probably didn't understand this.

So when Zhao Fusheng saw her, he was greeted by a face full of doubt.

Do you really know Jiang Wen?

Fan Baobao looked at Zhao Fusheng, asking curiously.

Clearly, this doubt had tormented her all day. In Fan Baobao's view, Zhao Fusheng and Jiang Wen were completely unrelated, so how could they suddenly have a connection?

Although reluctant to admit it, Zhao Fusheng honestly nodded: "I know him, but we're not that close."

"Not close?" Fan Baobao frowned: "If you weren't close, why would he greet me and say he's your friend?"

She wasn't smart, but she wasn't stupid. In Fan Baobao's view, if they weren't very familiar, how could Jiang Wen recognize her and come over to greet her for no reason?

Did she really think big stars were approachable? That was just nonsense.

Anyone who becomes a star inevitably becomes different from before, or more precisely, different from their original self.

"It's like this. That previous plan of mine—the movie script bought by Andy Lau—do you remember?" Zhao Fusheng thought for a moment and said to Fan Baobao.

Fan Baobao was startled and nodded: "I remember. Auntie said you used the money from selling the script to help the family business."

When she heard about it back then, she felt guilty for a while. After all, Zhao Fusheng could already help his family, while she could do nothing—that feeling was really uncomfortable.

"Jiang Wen actually got to know me after that. Later, because of the advertising plans our company made, I had a few exchanges with him, and we became decent friends."

Zhao Fusheng said honestly.

His words were partly true and partly false; he didn't tell the whole truth, but he didn't hide from Fan Baobao that he was familiar with Jiang Wen.

Fan Baobao nodded skeptically. Although some parts of Zhao Fusheng's words seemed unreasonable, she knew Zhao Fusheng wouldn't harm her. The reason she kept pressing the issue was mostly just to show an attitude.

Moreover, Fan Baobao actually remembered that when Zhao Fusheng said he was going to see a friend and she asked who it was, he said it was Jiang Wen, and she didn't believe him.

Now that it turned out he really was friends with Jiang Wen, if she kept pressing, she would seem too foolish.

Fan Baobao was a smart girl; she decided not to argue with Zhao Fusheng.

But she was still curious: "By the way, what were you two meeting about that day? I heard he's been blacklisted."

As she spoke, she slapped her forehead: "Oh, I remember the movie that got Jiang Wen blacklisted—the screenwriter was Fusheng. That couldn't be you, could it?"

Zhao Fusheng was stunned. He hadn't expected his girlfriend's associative ability to be so strong—just because he knew Jiang Wen, she quickly connected it to that matter.

Wasn't that a bit too much of a leap?

Helpless, Zhao Fusheng had to nod: "Yes, it's me. So that guy feels especially guilty toward me, thinking he ruined my future..."

"What do you mean?" Fan Baobao suddenly felt there was a story here.

Zhao Fusheng bitterly explained the whole story, finally saying: "Actually, it's not his fault. He had good intentions, thinking to help me gain fame, but he didn't expect the policy to be so strict."

Fan Baobao was silent. She certainly knew what it meant for a screenwriter to have their name on a work that won an international award, and also what being blacklisted meant.

The gains and losses here were hard to weigh. In other words, if he hadn't been blacklisted, the reputation Zhao Fusheng would have gained from "Devils on the Doorstep" would have been unimaginable.

Even now, it was the same. At the Film Academy, many people were complaining about the film's fate, and even Zhao Fusheng, the screenwriter, was seen by some as a wronged talent.

Many sixth-generation directors even declared that if they had the chance, they would definitely collaborate with this Fusheng.

But Fan Baobao never expected that this Fusheng was her own boyfriend.

Even though she had once speculated about the connection between this Fusheng and that Fusheng, when the two names became one person, Fan Baobao was still confused.

Glancing at Fan Baobao, Zhao Fusheng silently sighed to himself. He knew it would be like this.

But fortunately, he had already prepared a response. Zhao Fusheng suddenly stood up, walked over to Fan Baobao, cupped her face, and kissed her...