Chapter 0804: Idioms

The reason Zhao Fusheng called the lawyer over was simple: he knew that in the coming period, Chen Tianqiao and the entire Shengda company would complete a magnificent transformation.

When that time came, Zhao Fusheng needed to communicate with Cheng Gong about the financial issues involved.

"You mean you think Shengda can go public?"

Sitting on the sofa in Zhao Fusheng's home, Cheng Gong looked at him with surprise. Clearly, what Zhao Fusheng had just said was hard for him to accept.

He knew the current state of Shengda; in fact, as the executor who had witnessed Zhao Fusheng's acquisition of Shengda shares, he even thought Zhao Fusheng had been a bit rash back then.

But now, Zhao Fusheng was telling him that he was very interested in this company, which truly surprised Cheng Gong.

"In short, just keep an eye on this matter." Zhao Fusheng didn't bother to explain further; after all, he was the boss and didn't need to say too much to Cheng Gong.

Cheng Gong tactfully agreed. He was a smart man and naturally knew when to be an obedient subordinate and when to be a loyal minister unafraid of authority.

After giving these instructions, Zhang Qian saw Cheng Gong off to the airport, as he had other matters to attend to.

Time passed quickly. During this period, Lou Ye's "Suzhou River" was finally edited, and unsurprisingly, it failed to pass censorship, so it could only be sent abroad for exhibition.

Those around him were furious, but Old Lou was quite calm, even having the heart to drag Zhao Fusheng out for a drink.

"There's nothing wrong with my film."

Drunk, Old Lou said to Zhao Fusheng with a serious expression.

Zhao Fusheng nodded. "Suzhou River" could be considered a rare good work.

But unfortunately.

It's perfectly normal for good films not to make money.

Even a film as epic as "The Shawshank Redemption" went through a miserable period before recouping its investment through various marketing tactics, such as video tapes and TV broadcasts, and was eventually elevated to a monument in film history.

The entertainment industry has always been money-driven, just as men's eyes are only on beautiful women.

Lou Ye's films are like that. He is not Wong Kar-wai; he lacks the ability to combine commercialization with artistry, so he can only take his artistic style to the extreme.

The consequence of this is that his works have a strong personal style but struggle to gain market recognition.

Simply put, they are critically acclaimed but not commercially successful.

There is also a director like this in Hong Kong, named Stanley Kwan.

There wasn't much Zhao Fusheng could do, so he just accompanied Lou Ye for several heavy drinking sessions. Of course, most of the time Lou Ye drank while Zhao Fusheng silently kept him company, listening to his ramblings after he got drunk.

Sometimes people are like that; knowing that drinking won't solve any problems, they still choose to get drunk. The reason, after all, is that only when alcohol numbs them can they forget those annoying troubles.

Time slowly arrived at National Day. During the long holiday, the whole of Beijing was incredibly lively. The Chinese people were probably the epitome of saying no with their mouths while their bodies were honest.

On one hand, they complain about how bad Beijing, Shanghai, and Guangzhou are, but on the other, they flock to these big cities.

Zhao Fusheng was fine. Fan Baobao had been busy rehearsing a program with her dormmates for the freshman party and had no time for him. He took the opportunity to write the advertising plan for the stomach medicine called Sida Shu. With the slogans "Stomach, how are you?" and "Acid reflux, stomach pain, bloating? Use Sida Shu capsules," Zhao Fusheng believed they would surely win the client's favor.

But for some reason, he felt he had forgotten something.

He couldn't say exactly what, but Zhao Fusheng clearly sensed that in his past life, he should have read an article about this Sida Shu capsule, though he couldn't recall the details.

Unfortunately, as time passed since his rebirth, he found his memories of many things becoming increasingly blurry. What he could remember were probably just outlines.

This stirred a sense of crisis deep within Zhao Fusheng.

He knew very well what he relied on, and once the day came when he lost his foresight, the road ahead would depend on himself.

Having been a not-so-successful person in his past life, Zhao Fusheng's fear of failure was understandable. So recently, he worked even harder, hoping to accumulate enough capital before that day arrived to ensure that he and his family could live a worry-free life.

One day, while Zhao Fusheng was revising his advertising plan, he saw Fan Baobao walk in angrily, followed by Zhou Yun with a strange expression.

"What's wrong?" Zhao Fusheng looked at them curiously. It was rare to see them like this.

"Don't even mention it! I'm so mad!"

Fan Baobao stomped her feet, her chest heaving, clearly furious.

"Ahem..." Zhou Yun had a very odd expression. She coughed dryly and was about to speak when Fan Baobao shot her a fierce glare that silenced her.

Originally, Zhao Fusheng wasn't interested, but Fan Baobao's reaction made him curious about what had happened.

Putting down his pen, Zhao Fusheng looked at Fan Baobao. "What's going on?"

"Um, you two talk. I'll head back first." Zhou Yun decisively chose to retreat, slipping out the door before Zhao Fusheng could even say anything.

"That girl, she sure runs fast," Fan Baobao snorted.

Zhao Fusheng stood up, walked over to her, and gently tapped her forehead. "What's with you? Who are you angry at?"

"I'm not angry. I'm just... just unhappy," Fan Baobao said gloomily.

"Huh?"

Zhao Fusheng was taken aback.

"Earlier, we were chatting in the dorm, and we talked about how everyone could be summed up by an idiom..." Fan Baobao knew she couldn't hide it from Zhao Fusheng; if she didn't tell him, he would definitely call Zhou Yun. So she resignedly confessed the truth to him.

"Oh, girls chatting..." Zhao Fusheng paused, then laughed. "Did you have a fight?"

In his view, a bunch of young girls chatting idly might accidentally say something that hurt someone else. That was normal; not everyone could take a joke.

"No! They, they bullied me..." Fan Baobao retorted. "When it came to Zhou Yun, they said 'turbulent waves,' but when it came to me, they said..." Her expression turned strange.

"What's wrong?" Zhao Fusheng frowned.

"They said I'm 'a nail in the board.'"

With Fan Baobao's aggrieved words, the expression on Zhao Fusheng's face instantly froze.