Chapter 0663: Each Has Their Own Desires

Through his own experiences, Zhao Fusheng had come to a conclusion: he believed that friends were precious, especially those who were sincere toward him. Unless they had truly done something to betray him, Zhao Fusheng would not easily give up on any friend.

Perhaps this was an obsession deep in his heart.

Sometimes, people's actions are often constrained by their own character.

Take Zhao Fusheng, for example. He was not like Cao Cao, who would rather betray the world than have the world betray him. More often than not, Zhao Fusheng seemed a bit foolish, because he was always used to giving for others.

But Zhao Fusheng didn't think there was anything wrong with that. He was not an emperor; if an emperor acted on emotion, it would surely cause great chaos. After all, the country was vast, and if matters were arranged based on personal relationships of closeness or distance, it would become nepotism and arbitrary rule.

As a reborn man, Zhao Fusheng felt that his current approach was good. It was like two hedgehogs: they had to probe each other before they could huddle together, finding a suitable distance where they could keep warm without making the other uncomfortable.

"Fusheng, are you kidding me?"

Guan Haishan looked at Zhao Fusheng in surprise. He had originally thought Zhao Fusheng was just a minor rich kid from a well-off family, but now it was clear that this kid thought about more things than most people.

"Uncle Guan, I know that detention centers have many ways to keep prisoners with sentences of one or two years inside, doing some light work, and then release them directly when their sentences are up." Zhao Fusheng looked at Guan Haishan and said word by word.

People always learn lessons from setbacks and reveal their humanity in times of misfortune. Just like some people, who once wanted everyone to know them, but in the end, hope that no one remembers their existence.

For example, criminals, and for example, the rich.

Criminals hope that their crimes go undetected, and once discovered, they hope to leave prison early. The rich, when making money, hope not to be known, and after making money, they hope others don't know they are rich.

Those flashy rich people are only flashy because they have something to gain; otherwise, if you observe closely, if there's no need, these guys hide deeper than anyone.

And now, Zhao Fusheng hoped that Wang Zhen would also become a person who didn't need to be remembered.

"This matter..." Guan Haishan hesitated. He had never dealt with Zhao Fusheng before; he had only gotten to know the Zhao father and son through Zhao's dad. Unexpectedly, Zhao Fusheng had suddenly thrown such a difficult problem at him.

"I heard Uncle Guan has a daughter who is currently studying at the Beijing Film Academy?"

Zhao Fusheng took a deep breath, his gaze falling on a photo on Guan Haishan's desk.

"Ah?" Guan Haishan was startled, then smiled: "Yes, our Jiaojiao was admitted to BFA last year, and her grades are pretty good."

With a light laugh, Zhao Fusheng said, "Uncle Guan, do you know what I do?"

"You?" Guan Haishan looked at Zhao Fusheng suspiciously, somewhat bewildered. He naturally knew that Zhao Fusheng, like Wang Zhen, was an advertising major at Ninghai Normal University, at most from a family that had gotten a bit rich in the past year, with some petty cash.

But what did he mean by that?

"Oh, Uncle Guan probably doesn't know, I studied advertising planning. In my sophomore year, I started a business with some classmates and set up an advertising company. Then one of my planning proposals caught someone's eye and was made into a movie, so I started writing scripts." Zhao Fusheng said quite casually with a smile: "Just last month, a friend insisted on filming my script, gathered a bunch of people, and now they're shooting in Beijing."

As he spoke, he blinked: "You should know the leads, Ge You and Yu Feihong..."

Guan Haishan was instantly dumbfounded, staring at Zhao Fusheng with his mouth agape, unable to speak for a long time.

Zhao Fusheng didn't mind. He stood up and said, "I'll head back now, Uncle Guan. Here's my number. If anything comes up, you can call me."

With that, Zhao Fusheng walked straight out of Guan Haishan's office.

As long as Guan Haishan wasn't an idiot, he should know what to do. As for verifying the truth of the information, Zhao Fusheng figured he didn't need to remind him.

Originally, Zhao Fusheng hadn't wanted to help Wang Zhen this way, but after seeing Wang Zhen today, he felt he couldn't let him go to prison. Once he went through that door, it might truly ruin him.

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After Zhao Fusheng left his office, Guan Haishan sat there pondering for a long time.

After thinking it over, he picked up the receiver and dialed a number.

"Hello, I'm looking for Guan Yue," Guan Haishan said politely. "I'm her father. Yes, yes, thank you for your trouble."

After a moment, a delighted voice came through on the other end: "Dad, why are you calling me?"

Guan Haishan's wife had passed away from illness long ago. To take care of his daughter, he had never remarried all these years. The father and daughter relied on each other and had an especially close bond.

His daughter Guan Yue was also very sensible. She had excelled academically since childhood and, because she loved acting, had gotten into the Beijing Film Academy on her own merit, becoming Guan Haishan's pride.

"My good daughter, Dad just missed you." Guan Haishan's eyes narrowed into slits. If anyone who knew him were here, they would have been astonished, for he was usually a man of few smiles. In front of the prisoners, he was known as the Grim Reaper.

"Dad, take care of yourself at home. Drink less and don't stay up late." Guan Yue's heart ached. She had never been apart from her father since childhood. In these two years of college, she hadn't returned home often, and every time she left, her father was full of reluctance.

After chatting about family matters for a while, just before hanging up, Guan Haishan asked as if casually: "By the way, I heard that Ge You and Yu Feihong are filming a movie. Do you know about it?"

"Huh?"

Guan Yue was startled and asked in surprise: "Dad, how do you know about this?"

"So it's true?" Guan Haishan laughed and said offhandedly: "I heard it from someone else. A friend of mine has a son working in Beijing, and he mentioned it over dinner a few days ago."

"Yeah, the movie is called 'Good Dream One-Day Tour.' The director is a senior from our school, and the lead is Teacher Yu. They even came to our school to select actors before." Guan Yue explained to her father.

"Oh, oh, oh." Guan Haishan nodded and said nothing more. He soon hung up the phone.

The moment he put down the receiver, Deputy Director Guan let out a wry smile. He knew that he had no choice but to help Zhao Fusheng with that favor.