Chapter 0902 Mom's Phone Call

Zhao Fusheng could tell that Yu Feihong's heart was actually quite low because of recent events, and coupled with his own lack of confidence in the story of Love After Life, she was really not in a good mood right now.

When people are sad, they don't really want to become happy; they want to become sadder. That's why they watch sad movies, read sad novels, listen to sad love songs, and recall sad memories.

In short, they vent their emotions in various ways.

But Yu Feihong chose the opposite approach—she wanted to make a bet with Zhao Fusheng.

"Bet on what?"

Zhao Fusheng asked with interest, not taking her words too seriously.

In his previous life, he only knew the name Love After Life from a novel; he had no idea whether it won any awards. As for box office, he knew even less—it was an art film, and a niche one at that, so high box office would be unlikely.

If it weren't for Yu Feihong, even Zhao Fusheng himself wouldn't have considered investing in this film.

"What if I can secure five million in investment?" Yu Feihong looked at Zhao Fusheng and said word by word.

Zhao Fusheng laughed: "If you can secure five million in investment within three years, I'll invest the remaining five million out of my own pocket. What do you think?"

"You?" Yu Feihong was stunned, very surprised: "Do you have the money?"

If she remembered correctly, Zhao Fusheng had borrowed money from Jiang Wen to buy a house, and according to Fan Baobao, his money was all invested in an online game.

Zhao Fusheng laughed: "The planning fee for the Mercedes-Benz ad was one million US dollars. That means if anyone wants me to plan an ad in the future, even for a domestic brand, the fee won't be less than two or three million. So, sis, rest assured, the film investment issue is not a problem."

Yu Feihong was dumbfounded, speechless as she looked at Zhao Fusheng. She never imagined he was so wealthy.

Indeed, in Yu Feihong's view, Zhao Fusheng made money even more easily than she did as an actress, because as long as his inspiration kept flowing, he could keep producing work.

Even an actress, at the very least, needed someone to ask her to act in a film to make money.

"What do you think? Surprised, huh?" Zhao Fusheng said triumphantly to Yu Feihong.

Yu Feihong nodded honestly: "To be honest, I really didn't expect it."

She was truly taken aback. She only knew that Zhao Fusheng had made some money from planning, but she didn't expect anyone to be willing to pay a high price for his plans.

"Sis, knowledge is not only power but also money." Zhao Fusheng smiled and said something to Yu Feihong that she didn't quite understand. Perhaps people of this era didn't realize it, but once knowledge is transformed into productivity, the wealth it brings is truly unimaginable.

"Are you obsessed with money?" Yu Feihong teased him with a smile, then glared at him: "It's settled. If I secure five million in investment, you cover the remaining five million. Hmph!"

Zhao Fusheng shrugged and nodded noncommittally.

Before long, Yu Feihong would find that things would develop beyond her expectations. A film that she thought could be made for ten million might, in a few years under the same circumstances, require twenty million.

But saying this now was useless; Yu Feihong simply wouldn't believe it.

Enough idle talk. With business concluded, they each went home. When Zhao Fusheng arrived home, Fan Baobao was on the phone; from the sound of it, she was talking to Zhao's mother.

"Fusheng is back. Do you want to talk to him?" Fan Baobao looked up and saw Zhao Fusheng, then said with a smile into the phone.

Then she handed him the phone.

"Hello?" Zhao Fusheng took the phone and asked.

"You little brat, you just run wild as soon as you leave home, don't you? Don't you know to call home?" On the phone, Zhao's mother's fierce voice rang out, starting her maternal lecture mode.

Zhao Fusheng sighed helplessly: "Mom, I just called Dad yesterday, okay?"

"That's different! You didn't call me!"

Clearly, arguing with a woman was a mistake, whether young or old—women were all the same.

Zhao Fusheng gave up arguing and let his mother start from the time he wet the bed at age three.

To be honest, he liked this nagging. For someone his age, having parents who nagged was undoubtedly a blessing.

Real twenty-year-olds might not understand, thinking their parents in their forties were going through menopause, but in fact, by the time you're in your forties or fifties, your parents might not have the chance to nag you anymore.

The tree desires stillness but the wind does not cease; the child wishes to care but the parents are no longer there. Such things happen all too often.

That was how Zhao Fusheng was in his previous life.

So now, he cherished this hard-won family bond, calling his parents every few days.

"I'm telling you, take care of yourself in the capital, and look after Baobao well. Don't make her angry, got it?" Zhao's mother instructed on the phone.

Zhao Fusheng nodded helplessly: "Got it, got it. Mom, is she your biological daughter or am I your biological son?"

"You? You were adopted by your dad and me." His mother said irritably: "Your dad and I wanted a girl back then, but it turned out to be you, this little brat..."

Seeing that she was about to start her machine-gun mode again, Zhao Fusheng quickly said: "Well, I still have to revise the plan. You and Baobao can chat."

With that, Zhao Fusheng quickly handed the phone to Fan Baobao and fled upstairs, followed by Fan Baobao's giggles.

The biggest advantage of being childhood sweethearts was not having to worry about mother-in-law and daughter-in-law issues. After all, having grown up together, she was practically like a daughter.

Otherwise, given Zhao's mother's strong-willed personality, Zhao Fusheng knew that it would likely repeat what he had experienced in his previous life.

Back in the study upstairs, Zhao Fusheng sat at the computer desk, turned on his computer, and began revising the copy for the Mercedes-Benz ad.

Since they had already paid, he naturally wanted to do his best—that was the basic business ethics.

"Hmm, should I add some more content for them?" Sitting there, Zhao Fusheng pondered whether to add some advertising slogans for Mercedes-Benz. After all, he had a bunch of famous car slogans in his head that had clearly never been used.

But upon second thought, he dismissed the idea. After all, you can't give all the benefits at once. If he did that, and someone burned the bridge after crossing it, he'd have no one to cry to.