Chapter 0890: Time to Leave

In the journey of life, everyone is busy getting to know all kinds of people, thinking this enriches life. But the most valuable encounter is when, in a certain moment, you meet yourself again. At that moment, you realize that traveling the world is nothing more than finding a path back to your heart.

Deep in Zhao Fusheng's heart, there was undoubtedly a path he needed to walk, which is why he never lost his direction.

"What do you think? If my contract expires, how about I leave Huayi?"

Fan Baobao suddenly asked Zhao Fusheng. Clearly, this idea had been on her mind for a while.

Zhao Fusheng frowned, silent, not answering immediately.

If this had happened before today, Zhao Fusheng might have unhesitatingly rejected Fan Baobao's suggestion. After all, in his view, staying at Huayi offered her more room for growth. Huayi had become one of the top private film and television companies in the country for a reason.

For a star, the support of a platform or agency is especially important.

In fact, for Fan Baobao's long-term development, Zhao Fusheng had even privately reached an agreement with Wang Zhonglei, even going so far as to tip him off about Wang Jinghua.

But even Zhao Fusheng hadn't expected things to come to this.

Because of a personal grudge with Jiang Wen, Ma Dajun had secretly sabotaged Jiang Wen, ruining the investment for "The Missing Gun."

Now even Jiang Wen himself had lost interest in the film.

Whether it would ruin a classic film, Zhao Fusheng didn't know, but he was clear that if Fan Baobao stayed at Huayi, her days would only get harder.

After all, Ma Dajun's status was different from Wang Jinghua's. Huayi's policy had always focused on film. As a director, Ma Dajun was Huayi's favored commercial film director. Together with Ge You, he almost single-handedly held up Huayi's commercial film banner.

People like that, the Wang brothers couldn't give up, unless Zhao Fusheng was out of his mind and voluntarily signed with Huayi. That might be possible, because if Zhao Fusheng joined Huayi, Jiang Wen would certainly not leave either. In a two-for-one trade, Huayi wouldn't lose out.

But now it was clear that Jiang Wen didn't plan to renew his contract after it expired, and Zhao Fusheng couldn't join Huayi, so Ma Dajun was someone the Wang brothers absolutely could not give up.

In comparison, Fan Baobao's position naturally suffered.

In other words, the question now was whether Fan Baobao still needed to stay at Huayi.

"Look, I'm about to take the exam for the People's Art Theatre. If I get in, at least for three years I won't be able to take on roles, and even shooting commercials will require strict approval," Fan Baobao said, seeing Zhao Fusheng silent, knowing he was thinking it over. She put down her book and spoke seriously to Zhao Fusheng.

Zhao Fusheng was startled; he hadn't thought of that: "You mean to lie low for three years?"

Fan Baobao nodded: "Actually, it's not really lying low. The film market and TV drama market are both sluggish right now. I don't have many opportunities staying at Huayi. Sister Hua has so many stars under her, all lined up waiting for the company to promote them. It's never going to be my turn. You know, there's an actress named Bingbing at the company who's supposedly already climbed into Little Boss Wang's bed, but even she can't get good roles, just a few third female leads. What important role do you think they'd give someone like me?"

As she spoke, she laughed: "Besides, Director Wang Xiaoshuai said my acting still needs a few more years of practice. For now, I'm just a pretty vase."

As for being called a vase, clearly Miss Fan wasn't happy, but there was no help for it. Since her debut, she had made few commercial films, mostly art films. To put it bluntly, her starting point was higher than most newcomers, and she had worked with young directors of the sixth generation, people full of dreams and pride, which naturally raised Fan Baobao's expectations.

She didn't want to be a vase!

To be honest, Zhao Fusheng hadn't expected Fan Baobao to have such ambition. But on second thought, it was good. At least a Fan Baobao who focused on honing her craft was better than a silly girl always thinking about becoming famous overnight.

"Alright, I'll talk to Dong Chenxi later and have her handle it. She'll negotiate to get your agency contract," Zhao Fusheng said after thinking for a while.

Fan Baobao was taken aback: "Huh? Does Sister Chenxi need to get involved?"

In her mind, she had planned to negotiate herself.

Zhao Fusheng smiled, knowing she didn't understand the ins and outs, but patiently explained: "If I or you go to Wang Jinghua or Huayi to talk, it's a personal matter. No matter the outcome, we'll owe them a favor."

"If Sister Chenxi goes, it's a company matter, a business deal, right?" Fan Baobao wasn't stupid; she quickly drew the inference.

Zhao Fusheng nodded, smiling: "You started your career with a commercial for Future Advertising. Boss Zheng thinks highly of you, and Huayi knows that. Besides, you're my girlfriend. Dong Chenxi is the most suitable person to negotiate."

"Alright, I'll listen to you anyway."

Fan Baobao laughed, resorting to her usual tactic.

For her, trusting Zhao Fusheng was the best approach. No matter what, if she couldn't figure it out, she'd let Zhao Fusheng handle it. Listening to her man wasn't a bad thing.

Just as Zhao Fusheng wouldn't ask her if this would affect her acting career, because he knew that in Fan Baobao's heart, being an actress or a star was less important than being with him.

Letting Fan Baobao continue reading, Zhao Fusheng went upstairs, took out his phone, and dialed Zheng Yao's number.

"Something up?"

Zheng Yao seemed to be in a meeting. She hung up on Zhao Fusheng's call, then called back shortly after.

Zhao Fusheng didn't beat around the bush. He briefly explained the situation and concluded: "I think it's no longer suitable for Baobao to stay at Huayi. Although the Wang brothers wouldn't dare do anything, others might. To be honest, I don't have high expectations for the bottom line or principles of someone like Ma Dajun."

Zheng Yao paused for less than five seconds, then nodded: "I understand. I'll call Chenxi and have her negotiate with Huayi."

Their默契 was something others lacked. Zhao Fusheng only mentioned the matter, and Zheng Yao understood his intent, naturally arranging for someone to handle it.

Hanging up, Zhao Fusheng let out a long breath. Next, he would have to have some fun with Ma Dajun.