Chapter 0763: Convinced Despite Oneself

Fan Baobao, of course, had no idea that her boyfriend had quietly accomplished many great things.

All she knew was that Zhao Fusheng had been lacking inspiration lately, hadn't even been to the ad agency, and when he finally managed to write a song, he gave it away for free to Li Jian's future girlfriend.

So...

Zhao Fusheng still had to be supported by her.

Thus, Miss Fan tirelessly took on several ad gigs. Though she wasn't the lead, at least there was money to be made. Wang Jinghua's assistant assigned to Fan Baobao was quite surprised, knowing that this girl had never been this diligent before.

Zhao Fusheng learned about this from Zhou Yun and, after his initial surprise, nearly burst out laughing.

"That's so Fan Baobao."

Chuckling lightly, Zhao Fusheng said to Zhou Yun.

Zhou Yun shot him a glare: "Baobao was afraid you'd feel embarrassed, so she didn't tell you. And you still have the nerve to laugh."

If she hadn't known that Zhao Fusheng and Fan Baobao grew up together as childhood sweethearts, she would have suspected that Zhao Fusheng didn't care about Fan Baobao's feelings at all.

Zhao Fusheng shook his head: "I laugh because this girl is too silly. Doesn't she realize that even if I don't write plans, Future Advertising would still pay me? Besides, it's good for her to be diligent—shooting more ads and gaining experience will help her integrate into this circle faster after graduation."

With that, he glanced at Zhou Yun: "And you? Have you made up your mind?"

A while back, when Old Jiang returned to Beijing, he told Zhao Fusheng something. Though surprised, Zhao Fusheng wasn't entirely taken aback—it was indeed Jiang Wen's style.

Zhou Yun was momentarily stunned, then understood what Zhao Fusheng meant. After a moment's hesitation, she nodded: "Mm, I've thought it over. After graduation, I'll get married."

Zhao Fusheng smiled, shrugged, and said nothing more.

Right, what Jiang Wen had brought up was marriage. After Zhou Yun graduated next year, the two would tie the knot. And after marriage, Zhou Yun would likely spend most of her time on family life, acting only as chance allowed.

For an actress, this was undoubtedly a tricky issue. Zhao Fusheng had expected Zhou Yun to struggle with it for a while, but he hadn't expected her to make up her mind so quickly.

"Aren't you curious at all?" Zhou Yun asked, frowning slightly at his attitude.

Zhao Fusheng shook his head: "You're not the sentimental type, and Old Jiang isn't one to wallow in melancholy. Generally speaking, whether it's sentimentality or melancholy, it's something only those who are either too idle or frustrated and useless indulge in. Sounds harsh, but it's true. You're both adults and smart people, so you naturally understand what choice suits you best."

Zhou Yun laughed: "You really are like Jiang Wen said—your age and your mind are on completely different levels."

Zhao Fusheng let out a sigh and chuckled: "You have to understand, a poor child learns to manage early. For me or Fan Baobao, since middle school, our goal has been to one day own a house in a big city like Beijing, so we can sit down and have coffee with friends like you, who were born into wealth."

"You've done it," Zhou Yun said, looking at Zhao Fusheng.

To be fair, she truly admired Zhao Fusheng. At the very least, he had accomplished what many ordinary people might never achieve in a lifetime.

Changing one's fate!

Changing his own fate, and his family's fate.

Zhao Fusheng didn't refute her, because he knew that in others' eyes, he might indeed be very successful.

After all, fate, in many people's view, is about making the leap from poverty to wealth.

Zhang Ailing said life is a gorgeous robe infested with lice. Though this writer always had a sharp tongue, one had to admit her words held truth.

At the very least, if Zhao Fusheng hadn't been reborn, the fate he would have experienced was something Zhou Yun could never imagine.

In the river of time, all silhouettes eventually blur, and the faint light lingering in each of our hearts, occasionally evoking a moment of memory, will ultimately become a story buried deep in our minds.

Thus, what determines who we become is not only our abilities but also our choices.

Of course, Zhao Fusheng didn't need to say all this to Zhou Yun; she probably wouldn't fully grasp his meaning anyway.

Seeing Zhao Fusheng lost in thought, Zhou Yun frowned but said nothing.

Today, Fan Baobao had insisted on dragging the two of them out for cold drinks. But halfway through, her period came, and she ran off to the restroom. Taking the chance, Zhou Yun chatted casually with Zhao Fusheng.

Because Zhao Fusheng was close with Jiang Wen and had even played matchmaker for Zhou Yun and Jiang Wen, Zhou Yun felt free to talk with Zhao Fusheng without too many reservations.

"By the way, I heard you found a film for Old Jiang?" Zhou Yun seemed to recall something and asked with a smile.

"Yeah, yeah, he won't even find a role for me," Fan Baobao said, returning from the restroom just in time to hear Zhou Yun. She shot Zhao Fusheng a playful glare.

Zhao Fusheng was speechless. So these two girls had ganged up to interrogate him.

Left with no choice, he recounted the story of "Blind Shaft" to Fan Baobao and Zhou Yun again. When they were both dumbfounded, he said, "The film itself is a male-centric story; female characters are just a supplement. Plus, the shooting location is dangerous. To be honest, neither Old Jiang nor I called you not because we think you're unqualified, but for your own safety."

In fact, there was another consideration: both Zhao Fusheng and Jiang Wen felt that neither Zhou Yun's nor Fan Baobao's acting skills were up to par in their eyes.

Acting isn't about demanding the actor be fully immersed in every scene. People aren't machines; more often, actors exist to fulfill the character. A good actor can deliver in two or three key moments in a film, coasting smoothly through the rest. But those two or three moments are enough to carry the entire movie.

This approach aligns with the filmmaking process. Actors just act; there's no need to overburden it with too much meaning.

Evaluating an actor's skill isn't about whether they can play any role convincingly, but whether they can blend into the film without standing out awkwardly and disrupting the overall composition.

If that happens, the audience will be pulled out of the story.