Chapter 0937: Full of Confidence

Zhao Fusheng sat there, his fingers lightly tapping on the table. He had a habit: when thinking about things, he had to calm himself down, either twirling a pen or spinning around, or tapping his foot on the ground to keep a rhythm. In short, he had to have some small movement; otherwise, he couldn't concentrate at all.

If he remembered correctly, starting from the end of this year, there would be some cases of SARS in the southern region, but they hadn't attracted public attention yet.

It wouldn't officially break out until the beginning of next year.

Since that was the case, Zhao Fusheng naturally wouldn't allow anything to happen to those close to him.

However, he couldn't explain it too clearly; otherwise, he would be seen as someone spreading rumors.

There was no way around it—how could he know something that others didn't?

"I heard that in Hong Kong and Southeast Asia, some disease has been spreading recently, and it's said that after contracting it, the immune system gets damaged." Zhao Fusheng looked at Fan Baobao and Yu Feihong. "I'm thinking, Shenzhen is too close to Hong Kong. If something happens, it'll be trouble."

The two women exchanged glances. Although they found Zhao Fusheng's reasoning far-fetched, they had to admit it made some sense.

"Alright, anyway, I don't usually go there much. I'll just avoid it for now." Yu Feihong smiled and nodded.

Zhao Fusheng only said she shouldn't go in the next two months, not forever. She could reconsider in three or four months.

She didn't know that in three or four months, even if she wanted to go, she wouldn't have the chance.

Taking advantage of Fan Baobao getting up to go to the restroom, Yu Feihong glanced at Zhao Fusheng. "Kid, why don't you take Baobao out for a trip sometime?"

"Why?"

Zhao Fusheng asked back, looking bewildered.

"You brat, you're her boyfriend. Do you only know how to make money and work every day?" Yu Feihong said helplessly.

"No, never. Everyone has their own choices. It's simple: she made her choice, and I made mine." Zhao Fusheng said to Yu Feihong in a calm tone.

In his view, this was actually normal. In a relationship, why so much romance? As long as both felt comfortable, that was enough. So-called romance was mostly artificially exaggerated.

Yu Feihong looked at Zhao Fusheng and said softly, "I remember last time I had dinner with Zhou Xun, she told me you're a terrible man, utilitarian. Maybe her words were a bit biased, but I agree with some of her views. When I was your age, I was enjoying the happiness of youth—traveling, falling in love, photography, music, everything I was interested in—not just busy working and making money, things that keep you from experiencing your youth."

"Fusheng, you should try a relaxed life, one unrelated to money and career. Go to a place you like, maybe with beaches, seawater, a town with beautiful roofs. In a beach bar, have a beautiful girl with a sweet smile by your side. You could go surfing, fishing with her..."

"When did you change from a film teacher to a psychology teacher?" Zhao Fusheng gently interrupted Yu Feihong's words, smiling. "I will, but not now."

After speaking, Zhao Fusheng stopped talking, slowly finished his coffee, stood up, and went to the restroom.

Watching his back, Yu Feihong sighed and shook her head helplessly.

This guy was really the epitome of being oblivious to romance.

……

……

While Yu Feihong was complaining about Zhao Fusheng's lack of romance, someone else was also complaining about him.

And not just one person.

"That bastard!"

Ma Dajun slammed the newspaper in his hand onto the coffee table. "This Zhao Fusheng, I won't let him off!"

The content of the newspaper was simple: it was an interview with Jiang Wen. When the reporter asked about the creative motivation for the film "Cell Phone," Jiang Wen said that after hearing a true story he told, the screenwriter got the idea for the script.

The implication, naturally, was that Zhao Fusheng came up with the idea for the script after hearing Jiang Wen's story about Ma Dajun.

"Director Ma, don't be so angry." Yu Dong, who looked amiable, spoke to console him. "I've seen the trailer for 'The Missing Gun.' The quality is very high. It will definitely beat 'Cell Phone.'"

He could only console Ma Dajun like this; he couldn't exactly tell Ma Dajun to go out and deny that the matter had anything to do with him.

After all, everyone knew that "Cell Phone" was a reflection of Ma Dajun's extramarital affair and abandonment of his wife.

Most importantly, even the general plot was similar—the guy really had his wife see something she shouldn't have on his phone.

"President Yu, we must step up the promotion. We have to suppress them!"

Ma Dajun, furious, said to Yu Dong, "Don't worry, I'll sign with Bona right after New Year's."

His agency contract with Huayi Brothers was about to expire. Originally, Ma Dajun had considered staying with Huayi. Although his personal relationship with Jiang Wen was bad, business was business, and personal feelings were personal. The Wang brothers were businessmen; as long as he created more value for them than Jiang Wen, he could still keep Jiang Wen under his thumb.

But he never expected that Jiang Wen would latch onto Zhao Fusheng and make one good film after another. The Wang brothers' cooperation with Zhao Fusheng, Jiang Wen, and the others was also increasing.

Thus, Ma Dajun faced a choice: as Jiang Wen's relationship with the Wang brothers grew closer and more intertwined, his own days as a director naturally became harder.

In short, Ma Dajun was insecure, always feeling that Jiang Wen might target him.

Some people are like that. They say a clear conscience laughs at false accusations, but the problem is that not everyone can have a clear conscience. Some people, after doing wrong, become particularly paranoid, as if they might be accused at any moment. Even if others are just chatting casually, they'll associate it with themselves.

"Don't worry, I've already arranged it. Whether it's screen count or promotion, we'll be better than 'Cell Phone.'"

Yu Dong said with a smile.

He was a man who understood film. He thought "The Missing Gun" was a good script and would likely yield decent returns. He also felt that "Cell Phone" was very ordinary; based on its content alone, it wasn't a high-class film.

To borrow a popular phrase, "Cell Phone" was nothing more than a fast-food movie.

Little did he know that sometimes, the things people underestimate are the ones that give them a different experience.