Chapter 0867: Got a Mine at Home?

Zhao Fusheng's words, Yu Feihong understood.

Actually, this was normal. She was kind, not stupid. Zhao Fusheng's words were so straightforward; if Yu Feihong still didn't get it, she would be truly foolish.

She naturally understood that Zhao Fusheng said those words for her own good. Otherwise, with his intelligence, he could have just agreed with her or said nothing at all, instead of directly contradicting her.

Fortunately, it was Zhao Fusheng who said this. If it had been someone else, Yu Feihong might have already glared at them.

But even so, the car fell into silence because of Zhao Fusheng's words.

Clearly, Yu Feihong did not agree with Zhao Fusheng, or rather, she had her own thoughts on what he said.

This was normal. After all, Yu Feihong was not a little girl. At her age, if she didn't have her own opinions on things, how could she survive in the entertainment industry?

After a long while, Yu Feihong glanced at Zhao Fusheng and nodded lightly: "I understand. I'll think about it."

Zhao Fusheng nodded and said no more.

They were both adults. Even with the best of friends, some words must be left unsaid. Everyone has their own life. He had the right to offer Yu Feihong advice because they were friends, but if he didn't know his limits and tried to plan her life for her, that would be going too far.

But not everyone had the chance to start over like he did. So Zhao Fusheng knew that when he needed to remind Yu Feihong, he absolutely could not keep silent.

After all, in the entertainment industry, if Yu Feihong kept going like this, she would eventually suffer.

The consequence of not having a chance to start over would be elimination from this circle.

The reason time-travel and rebirth novels are so sought after is actually simple, like Cinderella's story: because everyone has regrets, because life is often unsatisfactory, we always regret some decision we made.

We are powerless to change the past.

Or rather, time never returns, and what time erodes is also our courage.

Those who want to change do not complain about life; only those without courage think their ideas are fantasies.

The car soon arrived at Yu Feihong's home. Helping the assistant take her luggage down, Zhao Fusheng followed Yu Feihong inside.

Familiar with the place, he changed into slippers, went to the fridge to find some fruit to eat, then returned to the sofa and turned on the TV.

As for Yu Feihong, she naturally went to organize her things. Having just returned, she needed to take things out of her suitcase.

Not long after, Yu Feihong came downstairs, and she had even taken a shower.

"Sis, did you go on vacation?" Zhao Fusheng said irritably.

He had been waiting downstairs, checking his watch several times, thinking Yu Feihong had fallen asleep upstairs, but this lady had taken a shower before coming down.

Yu Feihong smiled upon hearing this: "Anyway, you have nothing to do. Waiting a bit won't cost you a piece of flesh."

This was something Zhao Fusheng often said. Now being returned to him verbatim, he found it somewhat strange.

"Go ahead, tell me what you want from me today." Yu Feihong sat across from Zhao Fusheng and asked with a smile.

"Nothing, I just came to pick you up." Zhao Fusheng said with an innocent look.

"Heh..."

Yu Feihong didn't say anything more, just silently glanced at Zhao Fusheng, revealing an expression that said, "Keep pretending."

Zhao Fusheng himself was also embarrassed, couldn't help shaking his head and laughing.

"Did Old Jiang send you?"

Yu Feihong looked at Zhao Fusheng and asked.

Recently, she had been busy building schools in the southwest, and really had no time to keep in touch with people in the circle. She turned down any social events if possible. Apart from Jiang Wen recently calling her about investing in a film, there seemed to be nothing else. So when Zhao Fusheng suddenly came to find her, Yu Feihong's first reaction was that Jiang Wen had sent him.

It had to be admitted that women's intuition was sometimes quite terrifying.

"How did you know?" Zhao Fusheng was very surprised, then saw the smile at the corner of Yu Feihong's mouth and realized she had just said it casually.

Since she had already guessed, Zhao Fusheng decided not to hide it anymore and honestly told her the purpose for which Jiang Wen had asked him to come.

Yu Feihong sat on the sofa, silently listening as Zhao Fusheng told the story of "The Missing Gun." After a long while, she said to Zhao Fusheng, "Do you really have faith in this film?"

Zhao Fusheng smiled: "Sister, it's not that I have faith in this film, it's that I have faith in Old Jiang as a person."

Yu Feihong was stunned for a moment at these words, but her expression didn't change much. It seemed she thought what Zhao Fusheng said was only natural.

She knew Jiang Wen was talented, and she also knew that Zhao Fusheng had always appreciated Jiang Wen's talent. So when Zhao Fusheng said this now, Yu Feihong found she wasn't surprised at all.

The only thing she was a bit puzzled about was that, strictly speaking, this film wasn't Jiang Wen's script. Did Zhao Fusheng really trust Lu Chuan, that fledgling young man?

"This film is very interesting." Zhao Fusheng explained in detail his understanding of "The Missing Gun," and finally said seriously, "It's a low-budget film in itself. I think we can follow the investment."

"Follow the investment?"

Yu Feihong's delicate brows furrowed slightly, a bit hesitant.

Zhao Fusheng smiled and told her the plan he and Jiang Wen had previously agreed upon. Finally, he laughed: "I only gave him a budget of five million, and it's split among three companies. If the budget runs out, Future Film and we certainly won't put up more money, and Huayi probably won't give much either. So Old Jiang this time is still trustworthy."

Yu Feihong laughed in spite of herself. She hadn't expected Zhao Fusheng to have such a way to deal with Jiang Wen.

"I had no choice. That guy Old Jiang spends money like water when making movies. Even if he had a mine at home, he couldn't afford to spend like that." Zhao Fusheng said to Yu Feihong with an innocent look.

Hearing Zhao Fusheng's words, Yu Feihong immediately burst into laughter. This description was indeed very apt. Jiang Wen's way of making films was exactly as Zhao Fusheng said—he never knew what a budget was.

It wasn't that there was anything wrong with his approach, because many big directors were actually like that; overspending during filming was common. It's just that Jiang Wen's situation was a bit special because he was a mainland director.

To put it bluntly, in the film and television circle at that time, it was still rare to pour eight or ten million into a single film.

Film investors in this era were relatively more cautious.