Chapter 0928: Position Determines Perspective, Standpoint Shapes Thought

A certain Boss Ma once said that the reasons employees leave are numerous, but all kinds of reasons are actually excuses. In summary, only two reasons are the most genuine.

First, the money isn't enough. Second, they feel uncomfortable and can't bear the grievances.

In short, it boils down to two words: dissatisfaction!

And when employees resign, they go to great lengths to give the boss a reason, which is actually a form of protection, after all, they can't just point at the former boss's nose and say, 'Your management is terrible, I'm very disappointed.'

Of course, there are occasional exceptions.

Just like Yu Feihong in front of Zhao Fusheng.

"Sis, you're coming to Future Film, is it because you don't plan to act recently?" Zhao Fusheng blinked and asked Yu Feihong.

At first, like Jiang Wen, he was startled by Yu Feihong's words.

But then Zhao Fusheng realized, connecting it to some attitudes Yu Feihong had shown him before, plus the things they talked about last time, he vaguely guessed Yu Feihong's thoughts.

It seemed that in recent years, this woman planned to devote all her energy to charity, so she had no intention of acting.

If that's the case, then being in any film company is actually the same.

And to avoid getting caught up in some awkward disputes within the Beijing circle, the best choice is to jump out.

Future Film is undoubtedly a very good option.

After all, those familiar know that Future Film is a subsidiary of Future Advertising, and Zhao Fusheng, as a golden idea man, holds a very high position in Future Advertising.

Jiang Wen also realized this then; Zhao Fusheng's words reminded him. It had to be said that Yu Feihong's choice was actually quite reliable.

Yu Feihong smiled slightly, not hiding anything from Zhao Fusheng, and nodded: "Yes, I may not have time to act in the next three to five years, so I thought, going to any company is the same, I might as well go to your company. At least you're an advertising company, with no shortage of advertising resources, and film and television resources are relatively scarce."

"You really know how to calculate." Zhao Fusheng was speechless, while Jiang Wen bluntly teased her.

Yu Feihong sat there smiling, not refuting Jiang Wen, her gaze fixed on Zhao Fusheng.

After a long while, Zhao Fusheng sighed and helplessly smiled bitterly: "I understand. I'll mention it to President Zheng."

Actually, Jiang Wen and the others knew that Zhao Fusheng must be a shareholder of Future Advertising. Although they didn't know the exact shares, Future Advertising couldn't retain a golden idea man solely on the friendship between the two founders.

In this world, the only eternal thing is interest.

But no one would point this out, because it's unnecessary; tacit understanding is enough.

"By the way, how's the censorship for 'Cell Phone' going?" After finishing Yu Feihong's matter, Zhao Fusheng suddenly remembered that 'Cell Phone' was about to wrap up, and passing censorship would be a big problem.

Although Jiang Wen couldn't be the director, as the lead actor and producer, he naturally knew more than Zhao Fusheng.

There was no help for it; this guy Zhao Fusheng, though claiming to be the screenwriter, never visited the set once after finishing the script, not even as often as Fan Baobao, who had a cameo. It was really hard to bother criticizing him.

"It's hard to say. Ye is already pulling strings, hoping the authorities will loosen up a bit." Jiang Wen sighed and shook his head helplessly.

Zhao Fusheng nodded. There was nothing he could do about this matter.

The existence of the authorities is like the Sword of Damocles hanging over everyone in the film and television circle. Though people curse freely in private, insiders, even if dissatisfied with the authorities, rarely speak out. Those who truly dare to curse are people like Zhao Fusheng, whose life and career have little to do with the authorities.

In other words, precisely because there's no conflict of interest, they have nothing to fear.

True insiders—who among them dares to curse?

The reason is simple: if you think of entertainment industry people as office workers, then the authorities are the boss with life-and-death power. Off work, you can complain about the boss a bit, but face to face, not only do you not complain, you might even praise the boss's fart as fragrant—such things do exist.

People with integrity are too rare these days.

Moreover, even capable people hope to be valued by their superiors.

As for those without ability, besides groveling to the boss, do they have any other way out? Even Zhao Fusheng maintains a peaceful attitude toward the authorities, never thinking of offending them.

The reason is simple: he's not crazy. He knows the principle that more friends mean more paths. Why would he offend them for no benefit?

If he ever really needs help from the authorities, even if there was no prior relationship, it's better than having a hostile relationship.

So when Jiang Wen said this, Zhao Fusheng could only sigh and do nothing else, pinning his hopes on Ye Jing's lobbying being effective.

"The film market now is getting tougher and tougher."

Mentioning films, Jiang Wen couldn't help but sigh heavily, speaking with some helplessness.

"Really? Is it that exaggerated?" Zhao Fusheng looked at Jiang Wen strangely, clearly not understanding his words.

After all, he wasn't an insider, only occasionally intersecting with this circle.

More precisely, Zhao Fusheng was essentially no different from those coal bosses, both seeking to profit from the entertainment industry.

His heart was colder than many imagined.

"It's more serious than you think." Jiang Wen's expression was very serious, gritting his teeth: "The box office of films released this year is generally poor, even much worse than the same period last year. Many films are just losing money for publicity."

Yu Feihong was also an insider and naturally had information channels. She nodded: "The TV drama side is the same. Many works are produced but no one cares. TV stations don't buy the broadcast rights, and the shows just rot in hand."

Hearing their words, Zhao Fusheng's originally relaxed expression turned serious.

Leaving films aside, the situation in the TV drama market was somewhat unexpected for Zhao Fusheng. He had thought such conditions would only appear three to five years later when the film and TV production market overheated, but it was already starting now.

The production cycle for TV dramas is relatively long; a series of thirty to forty episodes is common. Production costs per episode vary, but no matter how low, a series can't be made for less than five or six million.

If the produced work goes unnoticed, it means the investment becomes dead money.

What is dead money?

It's an investment that seems valuable but is actually meaningless.

For example, stocks.

Of course, miracles do happen. A lead actor in a TV drama suddenly becomes popular, and then his previous works flood the screen.

Simply put, when an actor becomes famous, TV stations start buying and airing his works. Previously ignored works are found in storage and sold at a good price.

Such things were common a decade or so later.

But now, Zhao Fusheng could even imagine that investing millions in a drama only to have no TV station willing to buy the broadcast rights would be an incredibly terrifying thing for the producer.

"Damn it, the market is already like this, and they're still banning this and that all day, as if they won't be happy until everyone in the circle is dead..."

Jiang Wen suddenly slammed the table, speaking indignantly.

Clearly, he was targeting the bureaucratic tone of the authorities, the so-called strict censorship system.

Yu Feihong also sighed, opened her mouth to persuade Jiang Wen, but ultimately didn't speak. She was also part of this circle and knew that the current domestic system was really not beneficial to the development of the film and television industry.

This was a fact, a consensus among insightful people in the circle.

But the problem was that if those above didn't relent, those below had no way.

This is called national conditions.

Zhao Fusheng naturally had no solution either. He was just an ordinary time traveler, without a system cheat or superpowers. Facing big shots in officialdom, he was also scared to death.

The situation Jiang Wen and Yu Feihong described, in Zhao Fusheng's view, was ultimately a conflict between market and power.

After all, reform and opening up is not easy, especially in the realm of ideology and culture. Those above can allow bigger steps in the economy, but in ideology and culture, caution is unavoidable. Unless the rulers are crazy, allowing domestic and foreign cultural figures to freely express what they think is correct—ha, that's truly not far from national ruin.

Don't you see? It's precisely after the so-called ideological liberation that the trend of idolizing Korea and Japan intensified. Even years later, in the entertainment circle, effeminacy is pursued as a beauty, and some even use men's tears as a weapon to move audiences in talent shows.

Damn it, you're a man. Haven't you heard that men don't easily shed tears?

Those not in a position don't plan for it. Those above are actually quite troubled. If controls were completely lifted, who knows what monsters would emerge.

Of course, Zhao Fusheng wouldn't say this to Jiang Wen and Yu Feihong. Even though they were good friends, differing opinions are normal.

The onlooker sees the game best. Those in the entertainment circle are certainly dissatisfied with the constraints on them. Zhao Fusheng, outside the circle, sees problems rationally, but since he hasn't experienced them himself, his views may be biased.

So the best choice at this moment is to silently listen to their complaints.