Chapter 0877: Wild Imagination

If Jiang Wen was a clear stream in the film circle, then Zhao Fusheng was definitely a mudslide.

The reason was simple: although the former was domineering, he at least adhered to certain rules of the film and television industry, while Zhao Fusheng had never considered himself part of the entertainment circle. To him, the rules of the entertainment industry were a joke.

Another person would certainly be wary of Ma Dajun's reputation, but in Zhao Fusheng's eyes, he was just a paper tiger.

"If he's capable, let him shut down Shengda Company," Zhao Fusheng said, sitting in the car, curling his lip in response to Fan Baobao's inquiry.

"That's not how you put it," Fan Baobao said helplessly. When Dong Chenxi had messaged her, she was also taken aback, never expecting Zhao Fusheng to write a script based on Ma Dajun's story.

Although she knew clearly that if this film were made, the profits would certainly be high, Fan Baobao still felt that what Zhao Fusheng was doing was inappropriate.

The film and television industry had its own rules, and by doing this, Zhao Fusheng was challenging those rules.

"Think about it, Ma Dajun may not be a good person, but he's a famous director in the circle with connections everywhere. He's also someone Huayi heavily promotes. Even if you're not targeting Huayi, once word gets out, even for the sake of face, Huayi will support Ma Dajun," Fan Baobao said seriously, looking at Zhao Fusheng.

Zhao Fusheng looked helpless and repeated the explanation he had given Dong Chenxi to Fan Baobao, finally saying, "I've already said, register the script first and put it aside without filming. Under the current circumstances, even if we wanted to film, we have no way to distribute it."

Fan Baobao was startled, not expecting Zhao Fusheng to have such long-term considerations. She hesitated and then didn't speak further.

In fact, she didn't know that Zhao Fusheng's plans went beyond that.

The theme of "Cell Phone" was excellent, perfectly revealing certain issues in contemporary society. Without exaggeration, it could spark huge social attention and discussion. Given the current lack of prosperity in the film market, if "Cell Phone" were put into production now, it would actually be a waste of resources.

No one knew better than Zhao Fusheng how much the domestic film market would develop in the future—it would become the world's second-largest box office market.

In other words, if Zhao Fusheng wanted, he could try to recall as many films from his previous life as possible, especially blockbusters with high box office returns, write the scripts first, register them with the copyright bureau, and then wait for the film market to boom before investing in production.

But the problem was, if Zhao Fusheng did that, he would be taking a slice of many people's pie.

In any industry, taking someone else's pie leads to only one outcome: becoming a target of public criticism.

Being a target of public criticism is not pleasant, especially when you don't have the absolute strength to crush others. It would drag you into a quagmire, facing endless troubles.

Therefore, Zhao Fusheng didn't consider doing that; he just wanted a piece of the pie.

After all, he had many other ventures, and making money didn't rely solely on Future Films.

To put it more bluntly, for Zhao Fusheng, as long as Future Films got on the right track, film projects would naturally come seeking investment.

Although this seemed somewhat unfair to Future Films, there was never much fairness in this world.

Of course, Zhao Fusheng wouldn't tell anyone these things. He had his own plans, and not everyone needed to know. Living life, you couldn't make everyone understand you.

If they didn't understand, just follow through anyway.

Although it seemed somewhat heartless, it was indeed the only way.

"Forget it, you have your own ideas. I won't say anything more," Fan Baobao muttered softly after hearing Zhao Fusheng's words.

The concept of closeness and distance was inevitable. Between Zhao Fusheng and Dong Chenxi, Fan Baobao would unhesitatingly choose the former. Right or wrong didn't really matter.

A smile appeared at the corner of Zhao Fusheng's mouth. He knew Fan Baobao would say that.

Yang Panpan, sitting in the passenger seat, listened to their conversation, frowned slightly, hesitated, and said, "Fusheng, would this affect Baobao?"

In her view, since Fan Baobao was still at Huayi, if news of Zhao Fusheng writing this script got out, Ma Dajun would surely know, and it would definitely affect Fan Baobao's development in the film and television circle.

Zhao Fusheng frowned. He really hadn't considered that.

Hesitating, Zhao Fusheng said, "Does Ma Dajun have a lot of influence at Huayi?"

Fan Baobao didn't speak. Yang Panpan was about to say something when she caught Fan Baobao signaling her with her eyes from the corner of her vision. She hesitated and also remained silent.

Although neither of them said anything, Zhao Fusheng sensed something. Silently glancing at Fan Baobao in the rearview mirror, he made a decision.

People weren't gods. Even Zhao Fusheng couldn't guarantee that his decisions were always correct. He merely relied on his foreknowledge to appear a step ahead of others.

When faced with real problems, most of the time Zhao Fusheng could only rely on his experience and judgment.

But clearly, this time he had overlooked the impact of certain things.

After dropping Fan Baobao and Yang Panpan off at home, Zhao Fusheng immediately called Jiang Wen and then drove out.

Watching Zhao Fusheng's retreating figure, Fan Baobao complained to Yang Panpan, "Panpan Jie, why did you say that?"

Yang Panpan glared at her: "Silly girl, if I hadn't told him, he would have thought his actions had no effect on you. Don't you think, if this script of his really gets out, how much Ma Dajun would hate him, and how much pressure you'd face at the company?"

Fan Baobao fell silent, opened her mouth to speak, but couldn't find a reason to refute Yang Panpan.

Zhao Fusheng was completely unaware of their conversation. He sat across from Jiang Wen, recounted the script he had written, and then looked at Jiang Wen.

As a result, Zhao Fusheng found Jiang Wen's mouth wide open, staring at him in a daze.

"What's wrong?"

Looking at Jiang Wen strangely, Zhao Fusheng didn't quite understand his reaction.

Closing his mouth, Jiang Wen took a deep breath, clearly adjusting his emotions. Then he raised his arm, extended his hand, and gave Zhao Fusheng a thumbs-up, saying, "Awesome! You're awesome! You're really awesome!"

Zhao Fusheng was taken aback, suddenly feeling a sense of foreboding.