Chapter 0677: A Small Matter

"What do you mean 'my Xiaoyun'..." Jiang Wen said helplessly, "We're not in the kind of relationship you think."

"Fine, I'll go tell Zhou Yun right away that you said you have nothing to do with her," Zhao Fusheng said irritably.

"Hey, hey, hey, you, why are you so quick to speak?" Jiang Wen hurriedly stopped Zhao Fusheng. "I'll talk, I'll talk. After filming ends, Lou Ye and I will start preparing the editing. If nothing goes wrong, we'll definitely make the Spring Festival release."

"That's settled then. Nothing else. Remember to treat me to a meal later," Zhao Fusheng said flatly.

After saying that, he hung up the phone directly, without even bothering to exchange pleasantries with Jiang Wen.

"I..."

Jiang Wen, holding his phone on the other end, felt something was off.

It took him a while to realize: how had he been threatened by Zhao Fusheng again?

Zhao Fusheng didn't know that Jiang Wen was about to go crazy after hanging up. After he hung up and relayed Jiang Wen's words to Fan Baobao, he suddenly remembered that he had apparently promised Jiang Wen something before.

"Hmm, Old Lou's movie..."

Zhao Fusheng slapped his forehead, suddenly recalling the matter.

Back then, Jiang Wen and Lou Ye had invited him to dinner, with Zhou Xun accompanying them. He had agreed readily, but then turned around and completely forgot about it. He had no idea how Lou Ye had been getting by these past two weeks.

With that thought, Zhao Fusheng picked up the phone and dialed Dong Chenxi's number.

“Finished the planning so quickly?” Dong Chenxi's surprised voice came through after the call connected. Clearly, she thought Zhao Fusheng had already completed the public service advertisement plan.

“I'm not a robot; how could I be that fast?” Zhao Fusheng said helplessly.

“Ahem, you need to work hard and strive to be the fastest man in the world!” Dong Chenxi blurted out.

After she said that, the line went silent.

Both Zhao Fusheng and Dong Chenxi realized the unintended innuendo in her words, and the atmosphere became awkward.

After all, they weren't children; they understood certain things. Especially Dong Chenxi—if Zhao Fusheng had been in front of her, she would have wanted to crawl into a hole.

Even so, Dong Chenxi's face was flushed, and she felt terrible.

Half a minute later, Zhao Fusheng was the first to break the awkward silence. He asked Dong Chenxi, “Um, I wanted to ask, has the company received a movie script called Suzhou River?”

“Suzhou River?” Dong Chenxi was taken aback, then shook her head. “I'm not sure. I'll have someone check.”

“Alright, send someone to ask right away. If it's there, see if we can invest some money, just as a favor to me.” Zhao Fusheng didn't beat around the bush. “This film probably won't make much money, but it could win a lot of awards. I heard this from Jiang Wen.”

“Really? It can win awards?” Dong Chenxi's eyes lit up, and her voice rose as she asked Zhao Fusheng.

For a company just entering the film industry, investing in a project essentially came down to the rate of return. And that rate of return was actually of two types: one was economic return, and the other was award return.

To put it bluntly, the former cares about box office, while the latter cares about winning awards.

It's like what they say in Hong Kong: if you want to win an award, make a film with Mirror King; if you want to make money, make a film with Mirror King's good buddy Grape Liu Zhenwei.

That's a fact. The former made 'Ashes of Time' and drove investors to sell their underwear, while the latter used the same cast to make 'The Eagle Shooting Heroes' and recouped the box office in no time.

Everyone, sometimes, each person excels at different things. Even the same group of people, under different leadership, can produce different results.

People are forever unfathomable.

Just like we never know that those who shout 'it's for your own good' are actually the ones who stay silent. Those who say 'it's for your own good' while stabbing you in the back are often the most hateful.

"I don't know, that's what Old Jiang said." Zhao Fusheng wouldn't tell Dong Chenxi confidently that he knew this film would definitely win awards; classmate Jiang Wen was the best scapegoat.

"Hmm, Teacher Jiang Wen's words are quite credible," Dong Chenxi muttered to herself.

Obviously, she basically ignored Zhao Fusheng's opinion, but she couldn't ignore Jiang Wen's.

Dong Chenxi was sure of this: the opinion of a professional was more credible than that of an outsider.

"Anyway, take a look. If it's good, let's invest a bit of money," Zhao Fusheng said to Dong Chenxi.

Dong Chenxi frowned: "You know them?"

"I met the director. When we were eating, Old Jiang and the others were discussing the script, and I overheard. He mentioned that he'd submitted a script to our company," Zhao Fusheng said casually.

Dong Chenxi nodded: "Okay, I understand. I'll have someone look into it later. If the script quality is decent, I'll contact that director."

Though she said that, in her heart she had already decided to have her subordinates check the script 'Suzhou River' and contact the director for investment as soon as they found it.

How could a script praised even by that guy Jiang Wen be bad?

Besides, even if the box office was a bit weak, winning a few awards would be great. After all, Future Advertising had just entered the film and television circle and still had a lot to learn. Making a name in the industry would be useful.

Of course, Dong Chenxi wouldn't tell Zhao Fusheng that. In her view, Zhao Fusheng was okay at advertising planning, and although he had once written a script, that was pure luck.

If Zhao Fusheng knew what Dong Chenxi was thinking now, he'd definitely spit in her face. But unfortunately, he didn't know, so after handling this matter, he simply stopped worrying about it.

As for Lou Ye, Zhao Fusheng didn't even think to notify him. It was true that Zhou Xun was a favorite actress of his, but the problem was, without any reason, giving a heads-up was already quite generous. Running around eagerly to help? Sorry, Zhao Fusheng couldn't do that. He wasn't like that guy Jiang Wen, who was trying to pick up girls.

But about this matter, Zhao Fusheng had to let Jiang Wen know; otherwise, Lou Ye might think he wasn't getting things done, which wouldn't be good.

With that in mind, he simply sent Jiang Wen a text message explaining the situation.

A few minutes later, Jiang Wen called him directly.

"Hey, I was just informing you. Why are you calling?" Zhao Fusheng asked Jiang Wen in surprise.

Jiang Wen laughed bitterly: "I'm with Old Lou. He wants to talk to you."

Zhao Fusheng was stunned, and then his face turned a bit awkward.