Chapter 0743: Coming to the Door

In fact, Chen Sicheng had always gotten one thing wrong: Zhao Fusheng was never the kind of person with a particularly generous heart. It is said that a gentleman takes revenge ten years later, while a petty person takes revenge from morning till night.

Although Zhao Fusheng was not a petty person, he was certainly no gentleman either. He could never bring himself to repay evil with good.

Since they dared to provoke him, they had to be prepared to face his wrath.

To think that a casual apology would make him back off—it had to be said, Chen Sicheng was far too naive.

“Old Jiang, do you have any connections in the music industry?”

Zhao Fusheng thought for a moment and dialed Jiang Wen’s number.

Old Jiang had some standing in the entertainment circle; asking him about this was definitely the right move.

There was a lot of noise on Jiang Wen’s end, the wind howling into the phone. Zhao Fusheng frowned, finding it impossible to hear what Jiang Wen was saying.

“Forget it, I can’t hear you. Send me a text message,” he said helplessly, and had to hang up.

A moment later, Jiang Wen’s text message arrived.

“Which record company are you looking for? Are you planning to release an album?”

A string of questions came through one after another, as if text messages were free—classic Jiang Wen style.

"Nothing much, just wanted to ask if you know anyone at Warner, I need to deal with someone." Zhao Fusheng didn't waste words and sent a message back to Jiang Wen.

Jiang Wen quickly replied: "Who? What's going on?"

"Someone is chasing my girlfriend, slapping me in the face right in front of me."

"Warner? Go find Wang Zhonglei at Huayi, he knows people there."

Their text exchange ended there, with Jiang Wen giving Zhao Fusheng a tip.

He didn't even ask Zhao Fusheng why he went out of his way instead of going to Wang Jinghua, Fan Baobao's agent who came from the music circle.

Zhao Fusheng didn't explain either, because he believed Jiang Wen understood.

Logically, Zhao Fusheng could just call Wang Zhonglei, but after consideration, he decided to visit in person. After all, when asking someone for a favor, one should maintain proper courtesy.

In short, Zhao Fusheng's friendship with Wang Zhonglei wasn't as close as with Jiang Wen. When asking Old Jiang for a favor, a phone call or text would suffice, but with President Little Wang, Zhao Fusheng felt he couldn't let the other party think he was being taken lightly.

Although that President Little Wang probably wished Zhao Fusheng would be more casual with him—that would prove they were friends, not just business partners.

As for why he didn't seek Wang Jinghua, Zhao Fusheng had his own reasons.

Wang Jinghua was bound to leave Huayi sooner or later. Not to mention whether Fan Baobao would follow her, Zhao Fusheng was already dissatisfied with the acting roles she arranged for Fan Baobao. Knowing Zhao Fusheng's existence, Wang Jinghua still played tricks during the audition, clearly feeling that she had latched onto the big ship of Huayi and no longer needed to treat him as before.

After all, Sister Wang was now the head of the prestigious Huayi Brothers经纪公司, with dozens of well-known artists under her, and truly didn't need to care about Zhao Fusheng's opinion.

Perhaps in Wang Jinghua's view, no matter how much influence Zhao Fusheng had in Future Advertising or how renowned he was in the advertising industry, he was at best a collaborator, not someone she needed to curry favor with.

Zhao Fusheng didn't really care about this. Those with different paths cannot work together. Back when he had Fan Baobao follow Wang Jinghua, it was partly because he had no connections in the entertainment industry and with her around, Fan Baobao could at least get through her rookie period smoothly. On the other hand, due to his superstitious belief in memories from a past life, Zhao Fusheng had great trust in Sister Hua's abilities.

But as it turned out, some things and some people appear lofty in your eyes not because they stand so high, but because you are positioned too low, so you are used to looking up to others.

Now that he and Fan Baobao had confirmed their relationship, Zhao Fusheng no longer wanted Fan Baobao to remain under Huayi or Wang Jinghua's banner.

For him, if Fan Baobao was willing, Zhao Fusheng could have her sign with Future Advertising.

Although film and television resources might be slightly inferior, in terms of advertising endorsements, it would absolutely surpass any film and television company.

With his help, as long as Fan Baobao starred in a few high-quality films and TV dramas, she could establish herself as a strong actress with high looks.

As for Wang Jinghua, well, a strong woman who liked to switch jobs every now and then, she never cared about the artists under her, only about whether she could achieve fame and success.

Therefore, Zhao Fusheng by no means wanted Fan Baobao to get involved in the fight between Wang Jinghua and Huayi. In his view, cutting ties with her early was the most correct choice.

Thinking about all these messy things, Zhao Fusheng arrived at Huayi's office building the next morning.

It had to be said, Huayi was definitely among the top film and television production companies in the country, and the entire building was said to be Huayi's asset.

Since it was the morning rush hour, there were many people coming and going. Men in suits and fashionably dressed women dotted Huayi's entrance, creating a unique and interesting scene.

Entering the building, Zhao Fusheng inquired at the front desk about Wang Zhonglei's office.

"Sorry, our Vice President Wang requires an appointment for meetings. Sir, do you have an appointment?" the receptionist said politely to Zhao Fusheng.

Zhao Fusheng shook his head: "No, I don't have an appointment. I just have something to discuss with Vice President Wang."

He now felt he might as well have called Wang Zhonglei in advance.

"I'm really sorry. How about you make an appointment now? Leave your phone number and name, and we'll arrange a time later." The receptionist still smiled as she spoke.

Service staff rarely had those snobbish oddballs; anyone with a bit of sense wouldn't easily offend any guest.

Of course, there were also idiots who constantly refreshed people's views and lowered their standards.

Fortunately, Huayi's receptionist wasn't that kind of person, so Zhao Fusheng saved himself a lot of trouble.

But he also knew he couldn't keep wasting time here.

With that in mind, Zhao Fusheng was about to take out his phone to call Wang Zhonglei. Although it was a bit awkward, it was better than waiting here foolishly.

Just as he was about to make the call, a commotion suddenly arose behind him, and then a large group of people walked in. The man at the front frowned when he saw Zhao Fusheng.

"Who are you? Are you here for the interview too?"

Just as Zhao Fusheng was about to make the call, someone suddenly asked from behind.

"Huh?"

Hearing this, Zhao Fusheng turned around and looked at the man in a suit standing behind him with a bewildered expression, feeling that something seemed off.