Chapter 0883: Conflict

If someone slaps your left cheek, then by all means, if you have a gun, blow his head off.

Zhao Fusheng had once joked about this to Jiang Wen, but he never expected that today, he himself would harbor such thoughts.

Lu Chuan naturally left, after all, in this matter, he was just a young man fresh out of the world, not to be blamed. Besides, he had dragged Jiang Wen to apologize to Zhao Fusheng with a sincere attitude. For the sake of his father's face, Jiang Wen couldn't hold it against him, and neither could Zhao Fusheng.

But Ma Dajun's words...

Zhao Fusheng sat in his living room with a grim face, opposite him sat Jiang Wen, equally grim.

“This matter, I think, is not that simple,” Jiang Wen spoke first, not waiting for Zhao Fusheng to say anything.

Frowning, Zhao Fusheng’s expression was equally unpleasant: “You mean, he did it on purpose?”

Though reluctant to believe it, Zhao Fusheng inwardly agreed with Jiang Wen’s conclusion.

Jiang Wen nodded and said coldly, “Ma Dajun has changed in recent years, becoming more and more arrogant. This matter might even be my fault for dragging you into it.”

Zhao Fusheng’s brows were tightly knit; he naturally understood what Jiang Wen meant.

Because of the matter with the senior female student, Jiang Wen and Ma Dajun had never really gotten along. But since both belonged to the Beijing circle and shared many mutual friends, they managed to maintain a superficial harmony. Even so, they rarely interacted. Even now, being in the same company.

In short, the proud and arrogant Jiang Wen looked down on Ma Dajun, who always took the commercial film route and would do anything for box office success. Meanwhile, Ma Dajun, no longer the little art designer he once was but a renowned director, naturally didn’t want to lose face in front of Jiang Wen.

That’s how it is between people; disliking someone doesn’t require too many reasons.

Those with different paths cannot scheme together.

As for this incident, in Jiang Wen’s view, Ma Dajun must have heard something, knowing that Jiang Wen really liked this film, and deliberately sent the script to China Film Group.

You see, if China Film Group invested, Jiang Wen would no longer be the producer but just the lead actor.

Then, on set, Jiang Wen’s say would be greatly suppressed.

Simply put, Ma Dajun was throwing a wrench in Jiang Wen’s plans.

As for Zhao Fusheng, well, he probably didn’t know Zhao Fusheng’s role in it.

“Forget it, I’ll call Future Film first,” Zhao Fusheng said after a moment of silence, sighing.

No matter what, he had to explain the whole thing to Dong Chenxi first; otherwise, it would be too awkward if they had the money ready while the investment situation changed.

Jiang Wen nodded: “Explain it clearly to Manager Dong. The main responsibility lies with me. When I have time, I’ll treat her to a meal.”

In his mind, this mess was mainly because of him. Future Film had agreed to invest out of consideration for Zhao Fusheng, and he had approached them in the first place. Now that China Film Group had stepped in and kicked out all the investors, Jiang Wen felt quite embarrassed.

Offering to treat Dong Chenxi to a meal was naturally to repay this favor.

Zhao Fusheng smiled faintly, said nothing more, and went upstairs to make the call.

Dong Chenxi was surprised to receive Zhao Fusheng’s call. After he finished explaining the whole story, she was silent for a long time before suddenly saying, “You mean, this happened because Ma Dajun has a grudge against Jiang Wen and deliberately sabotaged it?”

Zhao Fusheng nodded: “To be honest, neither he nor I expected Lu Chuan to be so stupid. More than one person had seen the script.”

“That’s normal; after all, he was seeking investment,” Dong Chenshi was more open-minded than Zhao Fusheng, but her focus was clearly elsewhere: “Jiang Wen said he wants to treat me to a meal, right?”

Zhao Fusheng was taken aback: “What are you up to?”

He wasn’t a greenhorn like Lu Chuan; he quickly sensed that Dong Chenxi had ulterior motives. This woman didn’t seem to care at all about the failed investment in *The Missing Gun*.

“Nothing, nothing. I’m just a bit nervous at the chance to get close to Teacher Jiang Wen,” Dong Chenxi said with an awkward laugh, obviously insincere.

Zhao Fusheng curled his lip: “He has a girlfriend. Don’t get any ideas.”

“Who cares if he has a girlfriend? What I mean is, although you and Teacher Jiang Wen have a good relationship, don’t forget, that’s your personal relationship. It doesn’t mean Future Film has a good relationship with him,” Dong Chenxi said irritably.

Clearly, she was quite unhappy with Zhao Fusheng’s misunderstanding.

Zhao Fusheng was stunned for a moment, then laughed. He had to admit, Dong Chenxi’s words did make some sense.

His good personal relationship with Jiang Wen indeed couldn’t represent Future Film. After all, business is business, and personal favors are personal. You can’t always solve problems or discuss matters based on personal connections—that’s inevitable.

“I understand,” Zhao Fusheng said with a helpless sigh.

He naturally understood what Dong Chenxi meant. It seemed she intended to use this opportunity to extract some benefits from Jiang Wen.

In business, there was nothing wrong with what Dong Chenxi was doing. It was just that Zhao Fusheng felt a bit strange inside, because others didn’t know that Future Film was actually his own company.

But regardless, since Dong Chenxi had no objections, Zhao Fusheng had fulfilled the task Jiang Wen had given him.

Hanging up the phone and going downstairs, Zhao Fusheng said to Jiang Wen, “Don’t worry, they have no problem with it.”

Jiang Wen nodded: “That’s good. As for Future Film, Ye Jing and Fei Hong, I’ll explain to them. Huayi has no objections either.”

After all, he was Jiang Wen. If not for Zhao Fusheng’s face, he might not have gone through all this trouble to explain. In short, Jiang Wen had approached Zhao Fusheng to help contact Future Film. Now that something had gone wrong, it would be unacceptable if he didn’t give Zhao Fusheng an explanation.

Zhao Fusheng grunted in acknowledgment. At this point, neither he nor Jiang Wen had any good options. Since China Film Group was involved, they could only accept their bad luck. As for Ma Dajun, that was a matter for later; they couldn’t go confront him now.

They weren’t children anymore; it would be too embarrassing to tattle to the authorities after losing a fight.

“The world is small,” Zhao Fusheng had always believed that. He felt that he and Ma Dajun would meet again soon.