Chapter 0874: It's All the Fault of Text Messages

Zhao Fusheng racked his brains but never imagined that he and Jiang Wen, together, couldn't come up with a script.

But the facts were right in front of him.

“Your requirements are too high; I can't think of anything,” Jiang Wen said helplessly, looking at Zhao Fusheng.

Zhao Fusheng blinked, staring seriously at Jiang Wen: “Old Jiang, think hard. Is there any suitable idea?”

“Really, there isn't,” Jiang Wen replied helplessly to Zhao Fusheng.

He was serious, because Zhao Fusheng's demands were too high—not only did he require script quality, but it also had to be close to reality. Jiang Wen really wanted to grab Zhao Fusheng by the neck and ask him if he thought he was Doraemon.

“What, no ideas?” After a moment of silence, Jiang Wen glanced at the silent Zhao Fusheng and asked curiously.

In his view, Zhao Fusheng always had plenty of ideas; logically, he shouldn't be unable to come up with something.

“It's not that I can't think of anything; it's that I have no inspiration, understand?”

Zhao Fusheng rolled his eyes, not hiding it from Jiang Wen, and said with a wry smile.

Jiang Wen was taken aback, hesitated, thought for a moment, and said, “How about I chat with you about the latest gossip in the circle?”

His idea was simple: Zhao Fusheng lacked inspiration right now. Chatting with him might spark some inspiration, after all, scripts sometimes come down to a single thought.

Zhao Fusheng was stunned for a moment, then waved his hand: “What gossip? If we're chatting, let's chat. Don't talk nonsense.”

Jiang Wen chuckled, his expression quite amusing, and casually said, “We're just having a casual chat.”

“I never realized you were someone who likes gossip,” Zhao Fusheng said flatly, glancing at Jiang Wen.

Jiang Wen shrugged: “You really don't understand this circle.”

Zhao Fusheng remained silent. Jiang Wen's words hit the mark; he truly didn't understand the film and television circle. Often, Zhao Fusheng relied on his own life experiences and insights from his past life to handle matters.

As for the so-called rules of this circle, what Zhao Fusheng knew was no different from what netizens in his previous life knew, since he wasn't in the entertainment industry before his rebirth.

And often, one's position determines their judgment of things.

Seeing Zhao Fusheng sitting there in a daze, Jiang Wen shrugged, not in a hurry, and picked up his own glass to drink.

After a long while, Zhao Fusheng looked up and saw Jiang Wen's annoyingly smug expression. He couldn't help but complain, “You, what kind of expression is that?”

“Nothing, I just saw you were pretty down and thought I shouldn't disturb you,” Jiang Wen said with an air of 'I'm doing this for your own good,' making Zhao Fusheng want to strangle him.

“Get lost!”

Zhao Fusheng said bluntly. He found that every time he and Jiang Wen got together, he ended up getting irritated by him.

Jiang Wen burst into laughter, in a very good mood.

As for this guy's bad taste, Zhao Fusheng was too lazy to say anything and just let him be.

“Actually, you don't need to rush. You haven't promised anyone a deadline, so take your time writing,” Jiang Wen said with a smile, seeing Zhao Fusheng's worried expression.

In his eyes, writing a script wasn't like eating or drinking; it couldn't be done overnight.

Zhao Fusheng shook his head and didn't explain much to Jiang Wen. Their perspectives were different, so talking more was pointless.

“By the way, you just said you had gossip. What is it?”

Zhao Fusheng suddenly remembered what Jiang Wen had mentioned earlier and asked curiously.

This guy had been talking about big gossip since he walked in, making Zhao Fusheng a bit curious.

Jiang Wen shrugged: “Nothing much, just about Ma Dajun. That guy is getting a divorce.”

As he spoke, he raised a second finger: “Heh, his second divorce.”

Zhao Fusheng's expression froze for less than two seconds, then he laughed and looked at Jiang Wen with disdain: “What kind of gossip is that? Divorces are common in your entertainment circle.”

“What do you mean 'your entertainment circle'? That sounds weird to me,” Jiang Wen said with a strange expression.

Zhao Fusheng replied calmly: “What's weird about it? I'm not lying.”

Taking a deep breath, Jiang Wen decided not to argue with this guy, afraid he'd be infuriated to death.

“In short, Ma Dajun is up to his ears in trouble, about to go crazy,” Jiang Wen said with a laugh.

He paused, snorted, and said, “Serves him right. Abandoning his wife and child for a mistress—let's see how he handles this.”

Zhao Fusheng heard the resentment in his tone, found it strange, and frowned: “What's going on? Does it involve you?”

“Don't even mention it. Ma Dajun's ex-wife was a senior fellow student of mine. She was really good to me back in school, and I owe her a lot. After graduation, she married that bastard Ma Dajun. He was originally an art designer and made it big thanks to her connections, but then he got involved with an actress. That's bad enough, but my senior was kind; after discovering it, she divorced him directly. Yet he still slanders her reputation, driving her to leave the country out of anger.”

Jiang Wen took a big gulp from his glass and looked at Zhao Fusheng: “Now you know why I've never liked him, right?”

Zhao Fusheng nodded. He had been curious before—Jiang Wen, as a big shot in the Beijing circle, had always been cold to Ma Dajun, not even bothering to be polite when they met at dinners.

So that was the reason behind it.

“Wait, so why is he getting divorced now?” Zhao Fusheng thought for a moment and suddenly realized that what Jiang Wen mentioned was old news; Ma Dajun's divorce seemed to be current.

“Heh, now that he's a famous director, naturally many people throw themselves at him. I heard recently that the actress found out someone kept texting him on his phone. When she opened it, she discovered he had been having an affair with a female editor from a publishing house for five or six years.” Jiang Wen showed a strange smile: “The actress blew up on the spot. They're in a divorce lawsuit now, and she wants him to leave with nothing.”

After hearing this, Zhao Fusheng rubbed his chin, deep in thought.

For some reason, he felt this story sounded a bit familiar.

“What's wrong with you?” Jiang Wen finished venting the big gossip and saw Zhao Fusheng sitting there looking contemplative. He found it strange and couldn't help asking.

Zhao Fusheng shook his head: “Nothing, just found it quite interesting.”

“Heh, of course it's interesting. A famous commercial film director in the circle having an affair with a female editor—wow, how explosive!” Jiang Wen waved his hand: “I heard that to suppress this news, Huayi and Ma Dajun pulled a lot of strings, since Ma Dajun is the company's pillar director.”

Hearing this, Zhao Fusheng's eyes lit up. He suddenly remembered why this story felt so familiar.