Chapter 0680 Full of Confidence

Zhao Fusheng now really wanted to grab the Chen brothers and ask them: is the thing on your neck just there to show off your height?

To actually think he had designs on their company was simply incomprehensible.

Chen Tianqiao stared at Zhao Fusheng, dumbfounded, speechless for a long time.

"Sorry, Mr. Zhao, it seems I overthought things," Chen Tianqiao apologized to Zhao Fusheng.

As he spoke, he couldn't help but laugh himself.

There was no helping it—having been a businessman for too long, Boss Chen always subconsciously thought others coveted his company. Someone like Zhao Fusheng was a first for him.

Zhao Fusheng narrowed his eyes, his expression calm, and said slowly to Chen Tianqiao, "President Chen, I don't need an apology. I only hope my ten percent stake becomes more valuable—that's my only request."

Chen Tianqiao nodded: "Rest assured on that point. With me at the helm, the company will surely prosper even more."

Zhao Fusheng said nothing, just looked at Chen Tianqiao with a faint, knowing smile. Clearly, he didn't take Boss Chen's words seriously.

Chen Tianqiao seemed a bit embarrassed too. After all, nearly three million dollars of investment had been spent down to just a few hundred thousand, and his own words were practically a slap in the face.

"Ahem, though we're in some difficulty now, we've found the way forward," Chen Danian quickly interjected, seeing his brother's awkwardness.

In comparison, at this time, the elder Chen brother was more the businessman, the younger a tech geek, without the future arrogance and presence. Even before Zhao Fusheng, they seemed somewhat lacking in confidence.

"Online games?" Zhao Fusheng murmured to himself, then smiled and nodded: "Having a direction is good. I'll wait and see."

For him, the advantage of foresight told him the Chen brothers' direction was right. Muhome's accumulated massive user base would become the best users for online games. Zhao Fusheng now increasingly looked forward to seeing what scene would unfold when *Hot Blood Legend* launched.

That might become the starting point for his career to take off.

After a pleasant dinner with the Chen brothers, Zhao Fusheng noticed on his way back that he hadn't brought his phone out.

"No wonder it felt so quiet."

As he went upstairs, Zhao Fusheng muttered to himself.

Accustomed to his current life, he felt quite at ease—at least he didn't have to hold his phone all day like in his previous life, unable to pay attention to anything else.

But when he got back to his room and took out his phone, he was startled to find over twenty missed calls and a pile of unread text messages.

Glancing at the number, Zhao Fusheng dialed back directly.

"Hey, you brat, do you know how many times I've called you?" Jiang Wen's exasperated voice came through.

Zhao Fusheng replied lazily, "How would I know? Only the caller knows that, right?"

"Ha, I guess you don't care about the money," Jiang Wen said irritably. "Let me tell you, the name 'Good Dream One Day' isn't allowed. What do you suggest we do?"

"If it's not allowed, then it's not allowed," Zhao Fusheng said nonchalantly. "Just change it. It's a comedy anyway. I don't believe the Film Bureau can find an excuse to stop us from releasing it."

In fact, both knew the Bureau was well aware of Jiang Wen's role in this film, so some people nitpicking was understandable. But they didn't expect the other side to be so petty as to pick on the movie's title.

"Alright..."

Jiang Wen paused, then realized he had been too sensitive. Hearing the film title was banned, he immediately thought someone was out to get him again. But on second thought, as Zhao Fusheng said, it was just a comedy—neither caricaturing any image nor violating any prohibitions. Even if certain people at the Bureau wanted to cause trouble, they had no handle, so it made sense they'd target the title.

Men value presence, women charm. In Zhao Fusheng's view, Jiang Wen was still far from the later aura of dominance.

Putting down the phone, Zhao Fusheng was about to sleep when a knock came at the door. Opening it, he found Lou Ye.

"Old Lou, something up?" Zhao Fusheng asked curiously.

"Old Jiang called looking for you, about the film," Lou Ye said awkwardly.

Because he saw Zhao Fusheng holding a phone.

Zhao Fusheng nodded: "We just finished talking."

"Sigh, those people at the Bureau are just too bored, always fussing over useless things. If they had the time, they should learn from foreign countries."

Lou Ye sighed helplessly.

Zhao Fusheng smiled faintly and said nothing.

Different national conditions make everything different. If China set up a film association like the US, who knows what it would become.

After all, the American film association is composed of the seven major studios. They not only control Hollywood's rating system but also unite Hollywood, integrating resources and joining forces. They can even adjust the release schedules of major productions to protect the interests of those giant companies.

In contrast, the domestic scene is chaotic. Whether in Hong Kong, Taiwan, or the mainland, it's basically a situation of each going its own way and confronting each other.

Chinese people and ethnic groups are full of wisdom, but the problem is that everyone is clever. They can play the Thirty-Six Stratagems with each other, but when it comes to alliance and cooperation, they never trust their partners.

However, the advantage of this is that Zhao Fusheng doesn't have to worry about being targeted by some behemoth one day.

In the great US of A, with a giant like the film association, there's no chance for emerging film companies to rise, because the pie has already been divided. Newcomers wanting a slice have no shot.

Seeing Zhao Fusheng silent, Lou Ye knew he wasn't really part of the film circle and didn't understand this, so he didn't say more and took his leave.

Actually, Zhao Fusheng wasn't completely ignorant; he just really didn't want to have a heart-to-heart with Lou Ye discussing art or the meaning of life.

After all, he wasn't a true artist—at best, he was a bystander. Talking art with Lou Ye would be like an elementary school student sitting in a Tsinghua or Peking University classroom listening to a Chinese Academy of Sciences professor lecture on quantum physics...

Zhao Fusheng could understand every word Lou Ye said, but the problem was, when they formed a sentence, he had no idea what it meant.

What is 'the resonance between modern human weaknesses and film art'?

Who am I?

Where am I?

Zhao Fusheng had tasted that feeling once before and never wanted to experience it again.