Chapter 0636: You Have to Give Something Up to Get Something

As for Lu Chuan, the only thing Zhao Fusheng knew about him was that the guy had a good father; as for the rest, in Zhao Fusheng's eyes, he was just average.

After all, Zhao Fusheng had never seen his works in his previous life. Whether it was a case of 'not understanding but feeling impressed' or 'too highbrow for the masses,' in short, Zhao Fusheng really didn't know Lu Chuan as a person, only that he had a famous writer and screenwriter father.

At that time, Zhao Fusheng was still curious: how did Lu Chuan, a young director, get support from people in the industry, and where did the investment for his films come from? After all, when this guy made a movie, nine times out of ten it was a money loser.

Facts proved that some people's success had historical inevitability.

For example, Boss Ma, who came from an ordinary family; Boss Wang, who started with nothing. And then there was that Boss Wang who liked to play around with actresses and dabble in real estate.

Superior family conditions determined the future fate of these people.

Just like now, Lu Chuan had just graduated from college not long ago and already had the opportunity to independently direct a film, unlike his classmates who continued to work as assistants or assistant directors on various film crews.

Different people, different fates. For most people in this world, being born into the right family is also a skill.

But speaking of it, Zhao Fusheng hadn't expected Lu Chuan to have such a deep background, so when Jiang Wen mentioned it, he was also quite surprised.

Jiang Wen, on the other hand, was calm and said flatly, 'Huayi agrees to this too. I heard that President Little Wang plans to sign him to Huayi.'

Zhao Fusheng laughed. If that was the case, then everything made sense.

Since the matter of the director was settled, the rest had nothing to do with Zhao Fusheng. He wasn't the type to meddle in the affairs of a film crew anyway.

Knowing his own limitations, Zhao Fusheng didn't think he could figure out the tedious and complicated matters of any film crew.

It was better to let Jiang Wen handle it. After all, he was the producer of the crew and should naturally take care of it.

'Here, this is the complete script. Take it.' Zhao Fusheng tossed the script to Jiang Wen. 'I won't bother with the rest.'

'What do you mean?' Jiang Wen looked at Zhao Fusheng with a bewildered expression. Clearly, Zhao Fusheng's words caught him off guard.

Zhao Fusheng chuckled and waved his hand. 'Just what I said.'

'You're not planning to do what you did with Devils on the Doorstep, are you...'

Jiang Wen's face darkened, and he looked at Zhao Fusheng helplessly.

When filming Devils on the Doorstep, Zhao Fusheng, as the screenwriter, just threw him a script and then disappeared without a trace. Throughout the entire filming process, he only showed up once.

Zhao Fusheng nodded. 'There's nothing for me to do anyway. Why would I go?'

'Who says there's nothing for you to do?' Jiang Wen glanced at Zhao Fusheng, flipping through the script as he said casually, 'Have you forgotten what you promised Feihong?'

Zhao Fusheng paused, then couldn't help but smile bitterly.

In October in Beijing, the autumn atmosphere was thick, but at this moment, Zhao Fusheng's inner grief and indignation were beyond words. Yes, grief and indignation. He wasn't Stan Lee, and he had no interest in making cameo appearances in his works. Why on earth did he have to act in this film?

The key issue was that this was a comedy. Apart from the few main actors, the remaining supporting roles were practically useless.

But there was no way around it. A man of honor keeps his word. Since he had promised someone, he naturally had to keep that promise.

With a sigh, Zhao Fusheng rolled his eyes at Jiang Wen. "I got it."

Seeing his look of utter despair, Jiang Wen's mood immediately lifted, and he laughed heartily three times, almost on the verge of singing to the skies.

To this, Zhao Fusheng could only lament his poor choice of friends.

"By the way, if there are any minor roles later—the kind with just a few lines, a cameo—let me know, and I'll arrange for a few people to join," Zhao Fusheng said after a moment's thought to Jiang Wen.

Jiang Wen frowned slightly; he was rather averse to adding people to the cast through connections.

"They're my girlfriend's dormmates, a few young girls who haven't graduated yet. Students from your Central Academy of Drama. Surely you can't refuse to open a back door for them?"

Zhao Fusheng glanced at Jiang Wen and gave a light laugh.

Hearing this, Jiang Wen hesitated for a moment but finally nodded. "That's fine then. Bring them around sometime and let me have a look."

He also knew that Zhao Fusheng had written this script to please his girlfriend, and now her roommates wanted a few minor roles. On second thought, it really wasn't a big deal.

Zhao Fusheng looked at Jiang Wen and didn't continue the topic. He was especially looking forward to seeing what sparks would fly when Jiang Wen and Zhou Yun met.

After all, according to some media analyses from his previous life, Zhou Yun and Jiang Wen had actually met before Jiang Wen's divorce, meaning the relationship between those two was definitely not as innocent as it appeared on the surface.

He just didn't know whether they would develop any connection in this life.

In fact, in Zhao Fusheng's eyes, Zhou Yun and Jiang Wen were actually a good match, since their personalities complemented each other quite well. Moreover, Zhou Yun was the type who appeared gentle on the outside but was firm inside, just enough to handle a stubborn guy like Jiang Wen.

The only thing to worry about was if they didn't hit it off—that would be awkward.

But this didn't have much to do with him. Zhao Fusheng had no intention of playing matchmaker between them; everything depended on their fate.

"By the way, is the movie titled 'Good Dream One-Day Tour'?" Jiang Wen asked Zhao Fusheng, looking at the script.

Zhao Fusheng nodded. "Yeah, what do you think? Not bad, right?"

Rolling his eyes, Jiang Wen gave Zhao Fusheng a look that said, "You figure it out yourself."

Zhao Fusheng was taken aback, then looked seriously at Jiang Wen. "Old Jiang, I'll give you a chance to rephrase that..."

Jiang Wen didn't catch on at first, but then he saw the cold glint in Zhao Fusheng's eyes and instantly understood what was going on, bursting into laughter.

"The name's good. Yeah, good." Comrade Jiang Wen nodded repeatedly without a shred of integrity.

Only then did Zhao Fusheng smile in satisfaction, stood up, and left Jiang Wen's villa.

Once outside, Zhao Fusheng dialed Fan Baobao's number and said with a smile, "It's done. Tell Zhou Yun and the others to get ready to join the crew once filming starts."

"Mm-hmm, you're welcome, haha. Okay, okay."

After chatting for a while, Zhao Fusheng hung up and broke into a happy smile.

His visit today to deliver the script was just an excuse; the real purpose was to get Jiang Wen to agree to let Zhou Yun and the others join the crew. There was no other way—this was a task assigned by his girlfriend, and Zhao Fusheng dared not delay in completing it obediently.

Besides, thinking of the promises Fan Baobao had made to him, Zhao Fusheng couldn't help but shiver, and somewhere deep inside, a little flame was already burning.