Chapter 0744 Huayi

"I'm asking you, are you here for the interview?"

The man in the black suit, wearing a pair of gold-rimmed glasses, looked like the kind of urban elite with a good income. He looked at Zhao Fusheng impatiently and asked.

Zhao Fusheng shook his head helplessly: "No, I want to see President Wang."

"President Wang?"

The man looked at Zhao Fusheng suspiciously: "Are you trying to pull strings? Let me tell you, this time Huayi is hiring, and we won't show anyone any favor."

Sighing, Zhao Fusheng felt his mind was in a mess. It was obvious that he and this staff member were not on the same wavelength; the man thought he was here to use connections.

"Look, I'm not here to pull strings," Zhao Fusheng explained to the man. "Could you tell me where I can find President Wang?"

"Big President Wang or Little President Wang?"

Perhaps because Zhao Fusheng didn't look like a troublemaker, the man asked.

"Little President Wang," Zhao Fusheng replied.

"Oh, I see." The man glanced at Zhao Fusheng, as if scrutinizing him.

Zhao Fusheng was speechless, so he simply took out his phone and dialed Wang Zhonglei's number.

"Hey, Fusheng, what made you think of me?" Wang Zhonglei sounded quite surprised to receive Zhao Fusheng's call.

After all, his relationship with Zhao Fusheng wasn't that close; the two of them were more or less just acquaintances.

By acquaintances, it meant they knew who the other was and roughly understood their character, but as for any other relationship, there really wasn't any.

"It's like this, President Wang. I'm at the entrance of your company right now. There's something I'd like to discuss with you," Zhao Fusheng said directly.

Hearing Zhao Fusheng's words, Wang Zhonglei was startled and asked in surprise, "You're at our company? Where?"

Although Wang Zhonglei had a bad reputation in terms of his relationships with women, one had to admit he was a pretty good friend. In the Beijing circle, while the Wang brothers weren't big shots, everyone spoke highly of them.

Zhao Fusheng smiled and told Wang Zhonglei his location.

Hanging up the phone, he looked at the staff member and shrugged: "See, I'm really not here to pull strings."

The man's expression was very strange. He stood there for a long time without saying a word. After all, the guy had called Little President Wang directly, which was quite interesting.

Fortunately, another group of people came in from behind, and the man soon became busy, directing the crowd to take the elevator, as there was an interview today.

And soon, Wang Zhonglei, riding the private elevator, appeared in the lobby, startling everyone.

"A rare guest, Fusheng." Wang Zhonglei nodded to the staff as he walked over to Zhao Fusheng, his voice arriving before he did. When he saw Zhao Fusheng, he extended his hand.

At this time, the Wang brothers certainly had some money, but their status in the Beijing circle was not that impressive, far from the grandeur they would achieve after Huayi's success. So naturally, they were willing to adopt a posture of humility toward the talented.

If it were ten years later, when Zhao Fusheng came to visit, it would probably just be a phone call, and the receptionist would send him up. There would be absolutely no chance of this kind of personal welcome downstairs.

To put it bluntly, everyone undergoes some changes as their status shifts, whether for better or worse. Such change is inevitable.

"Sorry to disturb you, President Wang." Zhao Fusheng shook hands with Wang Zhonglei, equally polite.

Respect me a foot, and I'll respect you ten feet—that had always been his way.

If Wang Zhonglei had put on airs, Zhao Fusheng might have turned around and left. If the other party was courteous, Zhao Fusheng would also play along. But when the other party lowered their posture, Zhao Fusheng actually felt a bit sorry.

"Don't talk about disturbing or not. We're not strangers, why be so polite?" Wang Zhonglei said with a hearty laugh. Then he took Zhao Fusheng's arm and led him inside the company, saying to the receptionist as they walked, "This is my friend. Next time he comes to see me, just send him straight up."

The receptionist quickly nodded in agreement. The three receptionists exchanged glances, all seeing a hint of shock in each other's eyes.

The last time President Wang had been so warm to someone was to the big shot in the circle, Zheng Xiaolong.

But this guy—was he even twenty-five yet?

While the receptionists discussed in astonishment, Zhao Fusheng had already gone upstairs with Wang Zhonglei to his office.

"Sit, sit, sit." Wang Zhonglei pulled Zhao Fusheng to sit on the sofa, waved to the secretary to pour tea for Zhao Fusheng, and after the secretary bowed and left, he said with a smile, "You're a rare guest. Feihong and Old Jiang have said more than once that you're too lazy and don't like to go out. I say you should get out more. You're in advertising and scriptwriting—don't you need inspiration?"

"Do you mean I should come to Huayi more often to see the handsome men and beautiful women, and that'll give me inspiration?" Zhao Fusheng replied with a smile.

Wang Zhonglei also laughed, saying meaningfully, "If you're willing to join Huayi, I'd welcome you with open arms."

Hearing this, Zhao Fusheng smiled but didn't pick up the topic.

Some things are simple for smart people. Wang Zhonglei probed with a hint, and since Zhao Fusheng didn't take the bait, he understood the other's intention and naturally gave up on recruiting.

But even so, Wang Zhonglei was still very warm to Zhao Fusheng, chatting with him about everyday matters for a long time.

Perhaps this was a matter of personal charm. Even if Zhao Fusheng didn't plan to join Huayi, at least he felt that Wang Zhonglei was a good person to be friends with.

"By the way, what made you think of coming to see me?"

After chatting for a while, Wang Zhonglei finally remembered the purpose of Zhao Fusheng's visit. He was actually quite curious. This guy wasn't one to wander around idly. Jiang Wen had once said that he often wanted to drag Zhao Fusheng out for drinks, but most of the time, the guy was either reading or holed up at home, almost out of touch with society.

In Jiang Wen's words, Zhao Fusheng was clearly a young man in his twenties but lived like an old man nearly fifty.

Zhao Fusheng smiled slightly and said to Wang Zhonglei, "There's something I'd like to ask for your help with."

"Oh? What is it? Tell me. If I can help, I definitely will." Wang Zhonglei promised generously.

His words made Zhao Fusheng pause for a moment, and he looked at Wang Zhonglei with a somewhat strange expression.