Chapter 0625: Would Rather Die Than Tell

Many times, the fear is not that the person doing a task fails to consider everything, but that they consider too much. Because if they don't consider enough, there's still a chance to make up for it, a chance to start over. But if they consider too much, most of the time they'll hesitate, weighing pros and cons and looking ahead and behind.

It's not to say that's bad; in fact, taking everything seriously is a good habit. After all, doing anything purely on impulse and daring will surely not end well.

But in Zhao Fusheng's view, no matter what in this world, if there's a thirty to forty percent chance of success, it's worth doing. After all, for things that are perfect with a hundred percent certainty of success, not to mention whether they bring a sense of achievement, Zhao Fusheng doesn't think such things are that easy to come by.

In Zhao Fusheng's dictionary, everything has risks, but by the same token, risks and opportunities coexist.

Like this movie, though he was pushed into it reluctantly, Zhao Fusheng felt that if he handled it well, he might gain considerable returns.

These returns were not only financial but also in other aspects.

Though it wasn't evident now, Zhao Fusheng knew clearly that one day, these investments would pay off.

"What did you mean yesterday by that idea of fulfilling dreams?" Since they were starting to put together a script, they naturally had to sit down and communicate thoroughly.

Jiang Wen didn't beat around the bush and directly asked Zhao Fusheng.

Zhao Fusheng smiled, taking the opportunity to explain his idea to Ye Jing and Yu Feihong: "Just a metaphor. Our movie could be set up as a group of young people fulfilling dreams for others."

"Fulfilling dreams?"

Yu Feihong and Ye Jing looked at each other.

Clearly, they didn't quite understand Zhao Fusheng's statement.

"Look, if a person—well, let's say you, Brother Ye—you're a rich guy living a life of luxury every day. Would it be possible for you to think about enduring some hardship and living in the countryside?" Zhao Fusheng asked Ye Jing.

Ye Jing was startled and was about to refuse, but rubbing his chin, he found that what Zhao Fusheng said actually had a slight possibility.

Moreover, he also felt that this idea had a lot of comedic potential.

The audience would probably love this gimmick.

"Your idea, in simple terms, is to do what others want to do on their behalf, right?" Yu Feihong, after listening for a while, suddenly asked Zhao Fusheng.

Zhao Fusheng laughed and nodded: "Pretty much that."

"Interesting..." Yu Feihong nodded, tentatively approving of Zhao Fusheng's idea.

Since the preliminary discussion was satisfactory, the next step was naturally to start writing the script.

Among these people, Ye Jing focused on planning and promotion, Yu Feihong was just a minor player, while Zhao Fusheng and Jiang Wen were the main forces.

"I have a friend who has always loved military life and wanted to be a soldier. What do you think about writing him into the story?" Jiang Wen thought for a moment and said to Zhao Fusheng.

Zhao Fusheng frowned slightly, then nodded: "It has to be written interestingly. For example, make this person's plot in the military camp more substantial..."

The two chatted enthusiastically, as if no one else was around, seemingly forgetting the existence of Yu Feihong and Ye Jing.

Occasionally, they would argue red-faced over some details, each believing they were right. Jiang Wen relied on his years of experience, while Zhao Fusheng depended on his memory of numerous blockbusters.

"You two, take a break."

No one knew how much time had passed when Yu Feihong's voice rang out, interrupting the discussion between Zhao Fusheng and Jiang Wen.

That's probably how artists are—once they get busy, they habitually immerse themselves in the scene, completely forgetting themselves.

Who am I?

Where am I?

This kind of question often pops up in an artist's mind.

In his previous life, Zhao Fusheng didn't quite understand it, but now he finally gets it a bit.

That guy Jiang Wen, even during meals, would drag him into discussing the plot, and Zhao Fusheng was being driven crazy by him.

"I think that bit about keeping a secret you mentioned is really interesting," Jiang Wen said to Zhao Fusheng.

"Which one?"

Zhao Fusheng was a bit puzzled and asked out of nowhere.

He had just told Jiang Wen a bunch of jokes—some from movies, some heard online—in short, any interesting joke he could recall, Zhao Fusheng would share with Jiang Wen.

"I won't tell even if you kill me." Jiang Wen chuckled.

"What?" Zhao Fusheng was taken aback, not catching on.

"If you weren't going to say it, why bring it up?" Yu Feihong overheard this and frowned slightly, an invisible murderous aura instantly rushing over.

"Huh?"

Jiang Wen looked at Yu Feihong with utter bewilderment, not knowing what he had done to offend her.

It was only then that Zhao Fusheng snapped out of it and burst into laughter.

"Right, I won't tell even if you kill me." Jiang Wen also realized what was going on and started laughing himself.

Yu Feihong was baffled by these two guys laughing: "What's wrong with you two? What are you talking about?"

"I won't tell even if you kill me!"

The two replied in unison.

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It wasn't until the end that Yu Feihong figured out what Zhao Fusheng and Jiang Wen found so funny. Angry, she took away all the fruit she had washed for them and also took their cigarettes.

"See if you dare to show off with me again!"

Saying such words with her usually gentle face made Yu Feihong seem somewhat out of character.

Jiang Wen and Zhao Fusheng didn't dare to say a word, after all, they had just teased her, so it was understandable that Yu Feihong was throwing a tantrum now.

But they both felt that if the jokes in the movie were all of this caliber, then the film would definitely be a hit.

Ye Jing thought so too, so he decided to invest in the film after just reading the first draft by Zhao Fusheng and Jiang Wen.

As one of the earliest members of the大院子弟 to enter the film and television circle, Ye Jing's connections were unquestionable. With his status as a big shot in the Beijing circle, as long as he wanted to join, he could definitely bring in investment.

The question now was, what exactly did Zhao Fusheng and Jiang Wen want to do?

"Do?"

Jiang Wen kept silent, but Zhao Fusheng looked at Ye Jing with a confused expression: "Brother Ye, what do you mean by that?"

He really didn't understand why Ye Jing would ask him that. It was just making a movie; could there be some deeper meaning?

Ye Jing was startled, raised an eyebrow, glanced at Jiang Wen, then looked at Zhao Fusheng. He finally realized the problem: it seemed Zhao Fusheng didn't know what making this film would mean.