Chapter 0640 Spring Fever

Before Zhao Fusheng could persuade Fan Baobao to quit the entertainment industry, Jiang Wen called him.

"What are you busy with?" Jiang Wen asked Zhao Fusheng.

Zhao Fusheng, who was reading a book, replied impatiently, "Get to the point. I heard you've been strutting around the set, and those young girls are practically your fans."

"Look at you talking. Isn't it normal for someone as dashing and handsome as me to have fans?" Jiang Wen started showing off upon hearing this.

Rolling his eyes, Zhao Fusheng couldn't be bothered to mock the guy's narcissism.

"Come on, what do you want?" Zhao Fusheng asked.

One doesn't visit the Three Treasures without a reason. Old Jiang calling him so proactively likely meant something was up.

Sure enough, it turned out Zhao Fusheng knew Jiang Wen quite well.

After hearing Zhao Fusheng's words, Jiang Wen hesitated for a few seconds before saying, "Well, find some time to come to the set."

Huh?

Zhao Fusheng was taken aback, slightly surprised.

Although he liked to tease Jiang Wen, Zhao Fusheng had to admit that Jiang Wen's talent in filmmaking was something he could never catch up to. In other words, logically, Jiang Wen calling him shouldn't be about film issues.

Then what was it about?

Curious, Zhao Fusheng thought for a moment and said to Jiang Wen, "Old Jiang, what's on your mind?"

Jiang Wen chuckled, "Nothing, nothing."

As if I'd believe you!

Zhao Fusheng grumbled inwardly, not believing Jiang Wen at all.

The guy might as well have written 'I have something' on his face. Zhao Fusheng could sense it even through the phone, but since Jiang Wen didn't want to talk about it on the phone, he didn't press further and would wait until they met.

After setting a time, Zhao Fusheng packed up and headed straight to the filming location.

Zhao Fusheng knew the filming location—it wasn't far from the Beijing Film Studio. Since it was all urban scenes, the locations were chosen in the old city.

Of course, according to the script, several scenes still needed to be shot in the suburbs.

Actually, what Zhao Fusheng most looked forward to was the cameo by Ye Jing. That was a scene he remembered vividly; even years later, the scene still made people laugh.

Perhaps that's the charm of movies—no matter how much time passes, they always leave you with something to savor.

When Zhao Fusheng arrived at the set, he found it cordoned off. Although celebrities weren't particular about showmanship at this time, basic security was still necessary.

"Teacher Zhao, what brings you here?"

Fortunately, Zhao Fusheng's face was well-known. Jiang Wen's assistant happened to be at the entrance. Seeing Zhao Fusheng, he was momentarily stunned, then greeted him with a smile.

"Brother Zhou, are Old Jiang and the others filming?" Zhao Fusheng asked politely with a smile.

He wasn't one to put on airs. He wouldn't look down on someone just because they were an assistant, nor would he flatter someone of high status. It was better to live simply.

After all, no one was a fool these days. Whether you were genuinely kind to others or just paying lip service, people could tell.

"They're filming. Teacher Jiang said you'd be arriving around now." Brother Zhou, whose full name was Zhou Wen, had been with Jiang Wen for several years. As far as Zhao Fusheng remembered, Jiang Wen even gave him a car as a wedding gift.

The relationship between celebrities and their assistants was undoubtedly very close. Many Hong Kong and Taiwan stars even married their assistants, though it was less common on the mainland. But the bond between assistant and star was usually very strong.

Of course, there were also assistants who betrayed their celebrities for financial gain, but those were the minority.

"Let's go in and take a look."

With that, Zhao Fusheng took the lead and walked in.

The film "Good Dream One-Day Tour" wasn't exactly artistic. In Zhao Fusheng's words, it was a movie that the common people enjoyed. Using skit routines to tell a story was itself an innovation in filmmaking.

Jiang Wen scoffed at this, thinking Zhao Fusheng was just being difficult.

But Zhao Fusheng's answer left him speechless.

"Tell me, during the New Year, when audiences go to the cinema, do you want to give them a dose of 'recalling past hardships'? Or maybe start an educational mode? Is that fun?"

After hearing Zhao Fusheng's words, Jiang Wen stopped discussing art. As Zhao Fusheng said, the essence of a New Year film was to make the audience laugh. If the audience laughed, the box office would rise. As for the so-called critics' opinions—well, the movies they liked were often ones the public didn't want to watch.

Zhao Fusheng wasn't joking. Commerce, entertainment, and popular appeal were the essence of cinema.

Movies, like opera and singing, were a form of entertainment for the masses. Rhythm was the most important thing. As for storytelling—well, making a movie was itself about telling a story.

Relying solely on plot to win wasn't easy. Most later Hollywood blockbusters were propped up by special effects and actors; their storytelling was often a joke.

So Zhao Fusheng had no intention of making an educational film. He'd leave that to the relevant authorities. He was just an ordinary person trying to earn a modest living.

On the set, a scene had just ended. Crew members were busy dismantling and setting up backgrounds. Zhao Fusheng saw Jiang Wen directing the assistant director, while director Lu Chuan and the two leads, Yu Feihong and Ge You, were reviewing the footage just shot.

"Director, I think this part feels a bit off."

"Right, my expression here isn't right either."

"Brother Fei, you can smile a bit more freely."

The three exchanged opinions from time to time, clearly getting along well.

Zhao Fusheng blinked and decided not to disturb them. This was serious work, and if he went over, they'd have to exchange pleasantries, which might interrupt their discussion.

So he quietly walked over to Jiang Wen.

Jiang Wen was directing the prop team to move things when he suddenly saw Zhao Fusheng appear in front of him, startling him.

"You! Why don't you make any sound when you walk?" Jiang Wen glared at Zhao Fusheng.

Zhao Fusheng chuckled, "I think it's not that I walk silently, but that someone's mind is elsewhere."

He said it casually, but unexpectedly, Jiang Wen's face turned bright red, and his gaze wandered, unable to meet Zhao Fusheng's eyes.

Huh?

Zhao Fusheng was taken aback, then suddenly intrigued. It seemed Old Jiang had something going on!