Chapter 0629: Business Is Business

Human thoughts are the most troublesome; you never know what you truly want in the next moment. Sometimes we are as tough as a rock, yet there are always one or two thoughts or events in the world that strike our weak spots, and even the hardest rock can crumble into a pile of sand.

A person's strength actually depends on how many weak spots they have deep inside. If they have none, then they truly become a rock.

Zhao Fusheng felt that such a life, alive or dead, made no difference—no joy or sorrow, no love or hate, knowing nothing, devoid of emotions. Would living still have meaning?

So Zhao Fusheng didn't hesitate at all to squeeze Fan Baobao into the cast of "Good Dream One Day."

He wrote the script himself; why couldn't his girlfriend play a role? Not the lead, just a supporting role. As long as Fan Baobao was happy, that was fine.

As for being accused of abusing power for personal gain, ha, if anyone dared to say that to his face, let's see if Zhao Fusheng would slap them!

Many things in the world cannot be judged by reason, because they are often a tangled mess. Once you try to sort them out, you find they are impossible to unravel.

There are no purely selfless people in the world. Even someone like Zhao Fusheng, who had already experienced life once, couldn't achieve that. Sometimes our lives are like mixing various seasonings together, creating a more terrible flavor—bitter when swallowed, sour when recalled, nauseating in the stomach, yet we still loudly say, "It tastes great!"

Though somewhat ridiculous, that is life.

The next morning, after seeing off the overjoyed Fan Baobao, Zhao Fusheng dialed Zheng Yao's number.

"Making a movie?"

Zheng Yao held the phone, bewildered: "You said you wrote a script?"

Zhao Fusheng smiled and nodded: "Yes, the script was researched by Jiang Wen and me. The female lead is Yu Feihong. For investment, Huayi has been tentatively confirmed, and we're still looking for the rest."

Zheng Yao gasped. Just looking at the lineup, she felt this film couldn't lose money.

"Are you kidding me?" Zheng Yao asked Zhao Fusheng. "How did you get to know Jiang Wen? And Yu Feihong..."

"Just got to know them," Zhao Fusheng said with a smile. "Do I look like someone who jokes around?"

Zheng Yao fell silent. From her understanding of Zhao Fusheng, he really wasn't someone who joked casually. His style was always to follow through on his words; unless he refused, once he agreed, no matter how difficult, he would make it happen.

But she couldn't figure out how Zhao Fusheng had connected with the entertainment industry.

Could it be because of the "Infernal Affairs" ad campaign?

After thinking for a long time, Zheng Yao still couldn't figure it out, but her attention quickly shifted to the movie Zhao Fusheng had mentioned.

"You mean we should invest some money too?" Zheng Yao thought for a moment and asked Zhao Fusheng.

Zhao Fusheng smiled: "If you want to enter the film and television circle, I think this is an opportunity. At the very least, it's much better than investing in those messy TV dramas."

Zheng Yao couldn't help but nod. As Zhao Fusheng said, compared to the projects she had encountered, the movie he mentioned had a greater chance of success.

They say when the sky falls, the tall ones will hold it up. Investment is similar. Relying solely on Future Advertising couldn't bear the loss of a failed movie, but with Huayi and others, it would be enough.

"In that case, I'll notify Dong Chenxi and Bai Jie. This matter will be handled by the branch office in Beijing," Zheng Yao said to Zhao Fusheng after thinking it over.

Zhao Fusheng nodded. He naturally wouldn't interfere with this; he only handled the big-picture issues, leaving the rest to Zheng Yao.

After hanging up, he called Jiang Wen.

"I've secured part of the investment. Future Advertising has agreed," Zhao Fusheng said directly without any small talk after the call connected.

"Good. Huayi said they'll come over to discuss today," Jiang Wen told Zhao Fusheng.

He had heard this news from Ye Jing, who was responsible for contacting Huayi and other investors.

"Well then, the rest is up to us," Zhao Fusheng said after a moment's thought.

Jiang Wen nodded: "If Huayi confirms, then we'll need to cover the remaining funds."

This had been agreed upon earlier. Besides Huayi and Future Advertising, they would see how much investment Ye Jing could bring in, and beyond that, they would also invest their own money.

The reason was simple: since they could see the film's potential to make money, and no one was a fool, why not give it a try?

In Zhao Fusheng's own words, whether acting was a hobby or a job, there would come a day when they couldn't act anymore. If they had no money by then, would they have to do commercial performances?

Except for Ye Jing, the others all deeply agreed with Zhao Fusheng's words.

The smarter a person is, the farther they see. Including Yu Feihong, they all knew that the acting profession, though seemingly glamorous, was ultimately not a long-term plan.

Moreover, no one wanted to be poor. If there was a chance to make money, who would refuse?

"Come over now. Let's finish the script as soon as possible," Jiang Wen said to Zhao Fusheng.

Zhao Fusheng agreed, quickly packed his things, and arrived at Jiang Wen's villa.

As soon as he entered, he saw Wang Zhonglei sitting there, chatting with Yu Feihong about something. They both laughed together at some topic.

Frowning slightly, Zhao Fusheng said nothing, but felt a bit uncomfortable inside.

There was no helping it. As for Young Master Wang's reputation in the circle, Zhao Fusheng could only offer a sneer and say nothing. The guy couldn't move his legs when he saw a female celebrity—it was well known.

According to later rumors, a certain female star, known for her strong aura and called 'Ye,' managed to shake off her maid image back then, and it was closely tied to Young Master Wang.

For that, the female star even didn't hesitate to fall out with Wang Jinghua, who had made her famous, causing Wang Jinghua to lose some face. Such things were too common in the entertainment industry, and Zhao Fusheng didn't care much. But if Wang Zhonglei dared to extend his claws toward those close to him, then don't blame him for being rude.

Zhao Fusheng's principle had always been: I won't offend unless offended; if offended, I will repay tenfold.

A sword without an edge does not mean it lacks sharpness when drawn. On the contrary, once drawn, it will sweep away everything with irresistible force.