Chapter 0637: Start of Filming

Many things cannot be judged by appearances alone; the gains and losses of the moment are not that important. Only the shortsighted keep their eyes fixed on the immediate.

That was how Zhao Fusheng thought, so in his view, often the goal of yielding was to gain more.

For instance, in his relationship with Fan Baobao, he felt that by yielding as he did now, he would surely gain more.

As night fell, watching Fan Baobao head to the bathroom to rinse her mouth, Zhao Fusheng leaned back on the bed, content, a smile on his face that simply wouldn't fade.

Men, more or less, have a bit of lechery. A guy like Liu Xiahui either had poor health or the woman he held was just too ugly. Otherwise, holding a beautiful woman in his arms without being moved—Zhao Fusheng could only say that guy's brain must be broken.

Besides, some things, once tasted, become addictive—you simply can't control yourself.

Zhao Fusheng had never been a gentleman, nor did he intend to be one; that was not something a normal person would do.

A person of flesh and blood, with their own hobbies, doing what they want—that's a normal life.

Fan Baobao soon returned, shot Zhao Fusheng a glare, and said, "You didn't agree to any ridiculous conditions from Director Jiang Wen, did you?"

In her understanding, getting people into the crew wasn't that easy, even if Zhao Fusheng was the screenwriter.

Of course, Zhao Fusheng wouldn't tell her that he had just casually mentioned it to Jiang Wen and got it done. If he did, the royal treatment he'd just enjoyed would surely disappear, and on top of that, the furious Miss Fan might fight him to the death.

For the sake of his family's happiness, Zhao Fusheng felt that sometimes a white lie was necessary.

"Don't even mention it. Old Jiang made a ton of demands, even said that after you join, you can't say it's because of me, or he'll kick you out on the spot." Zhao Fusheng sighed helplessly, pretending to be troubled as he said to Fan Baobao.

Fan Baobao's expression changed slightly, and she said regretfully to Zhao Fusheng, "It's all my fault. If I hadn't made that rash promise, you wouldn't have to go through this trouble."

At the time, she hadn't thought much of it; she just casually mentioned it in the dorm. She didn't expect her roommates to take it seriously. She herself hadn't thought it a big deal at first, but later, chatting with Wang Qiang, she learned from him how much trouble her casual promise had caused Zhao Fusheng.

Little did they know, they had completely misunderstood the relationship between Zhao Fusheng and Jiang Wen.

For others, this might have been difficult—after all, a screenwriter doesn't have much power—but for Zhao Fusheng, it was just a casual remark.

"You didn't do it on purpose. Just be more careful in the future." Zhao Fusheng smiled and patted Fan Baobao on the shoulder.

For Fan Baobao, this might be a lesson. After all, this time it was fine, but if she made such promises casually in the future, even she might not be able to fulfill them.

Fan Baobao naturally took Zhao Fusheng's words to heart. To her, Zhao Fusheng was one of the few people in the world who wouldn't harm her. His words must be for her own good, so she should listen.

As for right or wrong, Fan Baobao's thinking was simple: compared to her, Zhao Fusheng was undoubtedly smarter. Following a smart person would never lead to loss.

In a sense, Fan Baobao could be said to have wisdom in her foolishness.

Even Zhao Fusheng hadn't expected her to have such an idea, but he had to admit that Fan Baobao's calculation was quite reasonable.

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Though reluctant to admit it, Zhao Fusheng had to say that the saying "It's easy to get things done when you have connections" was absolutely true.

At the very least, on his own, he couldn't have found a suitable filming location for the crew as quickly as Lu Chuan did—reportedly through his father's connections.

Zhao Fusheng could only sigh that people have different fates. Some young directors might never get the chance to direct such a film in their lifetime.

On September 30, 2000, the eve of National Day, the crew of "Good Dream One Day" officially started filming.

The whole process was very low-key. Only a few media outlets were present—just the crew members plus a few investor representatives. A certain screenwriter didn't even show up.

"Why didn't you go?"

Zheng Yao, who had just arrived from Binzhou, looked at Zhao Fusheng with a puzzled expression.

"Why should I go?"

Zhao Fusheng gave her a strange look. "Besides, you didn't go either, did you?"

Zheng Yao was almost choked by his words. She rolled her eyes and said helplessly, "I came to Beijing on business, not to invest. Of course, I don't have to go."

Zhao Fusheng chuckled lightly, his expression calm. "I've already handed them the script. What would I do there?"

Zheng Yao sighed in exasperation. "Your lazy nature really is always like this."

Ever since she got to know Zhao Fusheng, she had noticed that his lazy character seemed ingrained in his bones. He always liked to prepare things thoroughly and then wash his hands of them, never caring whether others could handle the rest.

Even in business, it was the same. After building up Future Advertising, he handed it over to her like an absentee boss and went off to enjoy himself.

The most crucial part was that despite his behavior, she was still grateful for his trust—after all, not every boss treats subordinates like that.

Sometimes Zheng Yao wondered if she had wronged Zhao Fusheng in a past life, which was why she had to be exploited by him in this one.

"Seriously, do you have that much faith in this film?" Zheng Yao asked Zhao Fusheng.

Originally, this signing didn't require her, the general manager of Future Advertising, to appear in person. But just to ask Zhao Fusheng this question face to face, Zheng Yao had flown all the way from Binzhou.

Zhao Fusheng understood her concern. After all, as an advertising company, they would inevitably deal with film and television production in the future. It was natural for Zheng Yao to have such worries now.

"It's not that I have faith in this particular film, but I think the development of film and television production will be quite promising in the future." Zhao Fusheng thought for a moment and said slowly to Zheng Yao.

Although he knew that his future career focus wouldn't be in the film and television circle, that didn't mean he was unwilling to let Future Advertising make money from it.

He wasn't stupid; he wouldn't do anything that went against money.

Besides, with Fan Baobao around, how could Zhao Fusheng not consider expanding his influence into the entertainment industry?