Chapter 0717 Probing

You may not know that some people in this world pretend to be happy just to keep themselves from feeling more lonely and sad. Because there are always some problems in life that cannot be solved. In many people's thinking, since they can't escape, they pretend to try hard, then tell themselves they've done their best, and that makes them feel much better.

In Jiang Wen's view, Zhao Fusheng was that kind of person.

Because he found that this guy never seemed to be seen through by anyone.

This was a very interesting conclusion. Whenever Jiang Wen felt he knew Zhao Fusheng well enough, he would always show another side.

"I'm going to Shenzhen the day after tomorrow. Let's get together tomorrow." The car stopped at Zhao Fusheng's door, and Jiang Wen said to him.

Zhao Fusheng thought for a moment and nodded: "Got it."

Watching Zhao Fusheng walk into the neighborhood carrying his suitcase, Jiang Wen smiled, shook his head, and said to his assistant: "Let's go."

At that moment, though Jiang Wen appeared calm, his heart was churning. He could see that Zhao Fusheng had no intention whatsoever of leaning toward the Wang brothers' recruitment offer conveyed through him.

Such a person was either foolish enough not to understand the benefits of joining Huayi, or he harbored greater ambitions in his heart.

Was Zhao Fusheng a fool?

Clearly not, so there could only be one answer.

Zhao Fusheng harbored greater ambitions in his heart.

Coupled with his attitude of never intending to enter the film and television circle, Jiang Wen felt he had vaguely guessed Zhao Fusheng's plan.

This person had never taken the money in the film and television circle seriously; he had other plans in mind.

"Teacher Jiang, is that the Fusheng?"

The new assistant cautiously glanced at Jiang Wen's expression and asked in a low voice.

"Yes, surprised?" Jiang Wen said with a smile.

The assistant nodded: "I never expected him to be so young."

This was the truth. An assistant who could work by Jiang Wen's side was no fool; he had heard of Fusheng's name, but never imagined he would be so young, even a bit younger than himself.

"Yes, so young." Jiang Wen smiled meaningfully and said no more.

At that moment, Zhao Fusheng looked helplessly at Zhou Yun in the living room.

"Why are you here?"

"Why can't I be here?"

Well, this kind of conversation was too unproductive; even Zhao Fusheng found it boring.

"Where's the baby?" Zhao Fusheng glanced around, didn't see Fan Baobao's trace, and asked Zhou Yun curiously.

"She went out to buy groceries. She said she would cook dinner herself and make you a nice meal." The smile on Zhou Yun's face was quite strange; clearly, it was not a smile of blessing.

"Well, haha, you should stay and eat together." Zhao Fusheng blinked, deciding he couldn't suffer alone; he had to drag someone else into it.

Zhou Yun's originally gloating expression collapsed, and she felt terrible.

Fan Baobao's cooking skills were neither good nor bad; to be precise, they could only be described as average.

If that were all, it would be fine, but the girl loved to experiment, often cooking on her own and trying new dishes, like broccoli stir-fried with eggplant, egg and squid soup, and so on.

To be fair, Zhou Yun's bond with Fan Baobao was unquestionable, and she truly regarded Fan Baobao as her best sister, but she decided to decline the role of guinea pig.

Unfortunately, Zhao Fusheng would not let her wish come true.

Friends, after all, are meant to be used.

Hmm, since Zhou Yun was here, there was another person who couldn't be left out.

With that thought, Zhao Fusheng sent a text to Jiang Wen, telling him that Zhou Yun was having dinner at his place and asking if he had time.

Soon, Jiang Wen, unaware of the situation, replied to Zhao Fusheng's text, saying he had no plans for the evening and would definitely come.

Putting down the phone, Zhao Fusheng revealed a smug smile.

"Why do I feel like you're smiling so sinisterly?" Zhou Yun looked at him suspiciously: "You're not scheming against someone again, are you?"

Zhao Fusheng shook his head: "How could that be? Do I look like that kind of person?"

"You don't look like it, ha, you are that kind of person." Zhou Yun said irritably.

Clearly, she held a deep grudge against Zhao Fusheng for tricking her.

As the two were bickering, Fan Baobao returned from grocery shopping. As soon as she entered, Zhou Yun complained to her: "Fan Baobao, can't you control your man? He's bullying me."

It turned out that best friends were not to be trusted, because under Zhou Yun's expectant gaze, Fan Baobao blinked, ignored her words, and threw herself into Zhao Fusheng's arms.

Then, the two kissed passionately, oblivious to anyone else.

As for Zhou Yun, well, she was completely ignored.

The result was that until dinner, Zhou Yun's expression was quite gloomy, so much so that Jiang Wen even thought she was unhappy because of his presence.

"It's not about you." After dinner, while Fan Baobao and Zhou Yun were washing the dishes, Zhao Fusheng said to Jiang Wen.

"Then who is it about?" Jiang Wen asked curiously.

After Zhao Fusheng explained, his expression turned strange.

"You bastard..." Jiang Wen laughed and cursed, then looked at Zhao Fusheng helplessly: "Seriously, are you really that unwilling to join Huayi?"

Earlier, with the assistant around, there were things Jiang Wen couldn't say. Now that they were alone, he could finally ask the question that puzzled him.

"Huh, why should I join Huayi?" Zhao Fusheng didn't answer Jiang Wen's question but asked back.

Jiang Wen was startled and about to speak, but then thought of something and his expression changed slightly.

As Zhao Fusheng said, why should he join Huayi?

There is no love or hate without reason. Huayi valued Zhao Fusheng because he could bring benefits to Huayi.

In other words, if Zhao Fusheng joined Huayi, could Huayi also bring benefits to him?

Originally, Jiang Wen thought it was a win-win situation for Zhao Fusheng, but on second thought, he realized he might have been wishful.

Who was Zhao Fusheng?

Although screenwriters didn't have a high status in the entertainment circle, Zhao Fusheng's works had proven that he could write good stories and didn't need Huayi's resources to attract investment.

Moreover, Zhao Fusheng was a hobbyist screenwriter; he was an advertising planner, and a well-known gold-medal planner.

In short, when one can be free and unfettered, who would want a boss over their head?