Chapter 0745: A Desperate Blockade

In human relationships, there are always degrees of closeness and distance. For example, if two people know each other well enough, surprises are hard to come by because they understand each other too well. Like an old couple who have been together for decades, or friends who have known each other for so long that they know each other's temperament—a single glance tells them what the other is thinking. In such cases, surprises are almost impossible.

Or between two people who are not familiar with each other, because there is no deep connection, surprises are also unlikely.

But conversely, if someone does something unexpected, the other person will naturally feel especially happy.

Just like Wang Zhonglei at this moment—he made Zhao Fusheng quite surprised.

You see, Zhao Fusheng hadn't even said what favor he needed, yet Wang Zhonglei readily agreed without a moment's hesitation.

If it were someone else making such a sweeping promise, Zhao Fusheng might have doubted whether that person was unreliable and full of hot air. But Wang Zhonglei wasn't that untrustworthy.

Thinking this, Zhao Fusheng smiled at Wang Zhonglei: "Here's the thing: Future Advertising previously created an ad campaign for Uni-President Ice Tea. The singer of the theme song is said to be the champion of this singing competition, and I heard Warner wants to sign him."

"And then?"

Wang Zhonglei looked puzzled, waiting for Zhao Fusheng to continue.

"Heh, nothing much. If possible, I hope Warner won't sign him, because he is no longer the singer of that ad song." Zhao Fusheng said calmly.

Wang Zhonglei was taken aback. The answer was obvious—this person seemed to have offended Zhao Fusheng, enough to make him ask for help to block him.

With that thought, Wang Zhonglei silently mourned for the unknown person for about three seconds, then took out his phone and dialed a number.

"Old Jian, busy? Yeah, do me a favor. Weren't you planning to sign someone recently? Ah, the singer of the Uni-President Ice Tea ad song, the name?"

Wang Zhonglei looked at Zhao Fusheng while on the phone: "What's the name?"

"Chen Sicheng." Zhao Fusheng replied.

"Right, Chen Sicheng. Is there such a person?" Wang Zhonglei asked with a smile.

"Yeah, here's the thing: I've got word that he's no longer the singer for that Uni-President ad. Isn't that something? Haha, no other meaning. If the contract hasn't been signed yet, I think there's no need to sign it, to avoid wasting your resources. Oh, oh, okay, okay, fine. Let's catch up later. That's it."

Hanging up, Wang Zhonglei looked at Zhao Fusheng: "It's settled. Warner wasn't that interested in him anyway; it was mainly a gimmick through Uni-President's singing competition. They only leaked news about signing him. Since that kid is no longer the singer of the ad song, naturally they won't sign him."

Zhao Fusheng nodded: "That's best. Later, I'll have our company notify Warner that we plan to have Richie Jen sing a song."

"Richie Jen?" Wang Zhonglei was startled. Richie Jen was a famous singer under Warner, originally from Taiwan, but in the last two years, with his love songs, he had become quite popular in mainland China and was an advertising spokesperson for Dingxin.

According to Zhao Fusheng, he was going to personally handle the ad for Uni-President.

Thinking this, Wang Zhonglei looked at Zhao Fusheng: "I say, Fusheng, you'd be better off writing more scripts. Why bother shooting ads? It's a waste of your creativity and inspiration."

Zhao Fusheng laughed. Wang Zhonglei, like Jiang Wen, was bent on pulling him into the film and television circle.

Seeing Zhao Fusheng silent, Wang Zhonglei knew he couldn't persuade him. Even Jiang Wen and Yu Feihong couldn't do it, so others probably couldn't either.

After finishing the business, they chatted for a while in Wang Zhonglei's office. Wang Zhonglei casually mentioned wanting to modify Fan Baobao's agency contract.

Zhao Fusheng smiled, shook his head in refusal, and meaningfully reminded Wang Zhonglei that Huayi was, after all, surnamed Wang, not Wang.

Watching Zhao Fusheng leave, Wang Zhonglei remained silent for a long time. He felt that Zhao Fusheng's words seemed to hint at something.

Leaving the Huayi building, Zhao Fusheng glanced back and sighed inwardly. He didn't know if Wang Zhonglei could understand his words. In a sense, he was already hinting at him to be wary of Wang Jinghua.

As for the right or wrong of this matter, Zhao Fusheng wasn't directly involved. He only knew about it in his past life from occasional gossip posts. But now, being in the midst of it and knowing both sides, he was willing to stand with the Wang brothers.

The reason was simple: where you sit determines what you think. Zhao Fusheng would choose whatever was most beneficial to him. That was inevitable.

As for whether Wang Jinghua would resent him or suffer losses, in Zhao Fusheng's view, that was her problem.

Zhao Fusheng wasn't Renminbi; he couldn't be loved by everyone.

……

……

Warner was very efficient. Whether it was their usual practice or Wang Zhonglei had called again, by the afternoon, Chen Sicheng received news that Warner had canceled the signing with him.

"This..."

Chen Sicheng was completely dumbfounded. He never expected that after apologizing, he would still end up like this.

"What to do?" Sitting in his dorm, Chen Sicheng was utterly perplexed.

In his mind, he had already lowered his stance. Why wouldn't that man surnamed Zhao let him off?

After much thought, he felt he still needed to meet Zhao Fusheng. Maybe the other party was waiting for him to apologize in person.

So the next day, when Zhao Fusheng accompanied Fan Baobao to class, he saw Chen Sicheng's figure at the bottom of the teaching building.

"Senior, Teacher Zhao." This time, Chen Sicheng had none of his former arrogance. He was a completely different person from their last meeting, greeting Zhao Fusheng politely.

Zhao Fusheng nodded: "Hello, Student Chen."

From start to finish, his attitude toward Chen Sicheng remained the same.

Chen Sicheng had once thought Zhao Fusheng was putting on airs, but now he understood that he really wasn't in the other's eyes.

"Hmph!" Fan Baobao wasn't as good-tempered as Zhao Fusheng. She snorted and walked straight away.

Zhao Fusheng smiled and glanced at Chen Sicheng: "Is there something?"

"Um, I was wondering if you have time. I'd like to treat you to a meal." Chen Sicheng said humbly.

Zhao Fusheng looked at him deeply and nodded: "Let's go."