Chapter 0964: The Boss Who Is Disliked

In fact, Fan Baobao also knew that if there were suitable roles, whether it was Jiang Wen or Zhao Fusheng, they would certainly consider her, after all, she was a contracted actress of Future Film and Television.

To be honest, she was quite content now. After all, for an actor, besides their own acting skills, connections were also very important; otherwise, without roles, there would be no exposure.

Unless they were veteran artists or actors who had achieved great fame and were widely recognized by the public, no longer needing to climb higher, everyone else would carefully choose scripts and roles to maintain a sufficient workload.

Even Fan Baobao now, besides honing her skills at the People's Art Theatre, occasionally came out to shoot some commercials to maintain her exposure on television.

For Fan Baobao, acting was her job, and she loved performing, but she also knew that being an actor was not easy. Especially if she chose to become a star, she might face a严峻 situation right after graduating from university.

Many college couples face several choices after graduation.

One is to stay together, each finding a job, and eventually get married.

Another is to part ways, go their separate directions, start new lives, and forget each other. Although it's regrettable, this is the choice of most people.

Then there is the third option: long-distance relationship.

If Zhao Fusheng hadn't made a name for himself in the advertising circle, he would have had to stay in Ninghai to develop and help manage the family business. He and Fan Baobao would have been in a long-distance relationship.

Long-distance relationships sound simple, like putting an elephant in a fridge, just a few steps. But in reality, the hardship is only known to those involved.

Imagine, when you're sick and uncomfortable, sad and depressed, and your loved one is not by your side—what does that feel like?

Once or twice is okay, three or four times can be endured, but if it happens too often, what is consumed is actually the feelings for each other.

Maybe some people are really working hard for each other's future, but the problem is that the time you spend working hard cannot offset the process of feelings fading.

Habit is the scariest thing in the world.

Getting used to a person, getting used to someone not being around, getting used to loneliness.

If that situation really occurs, the final result is self-evident.

Even though she had confidence in her relationship with Zhao Fusheng, Fan Baobao still didn't like that feeling. She preferred the current situation, where she and Zhao Fusheng could live together, where she could see him when she came home from work, and he could see her when he finished work.

Therefore, Miss Fan Baobao's requirements for scripts were actually not that high.

Or rather, she had a bottom line for her acting career: it must not affect her relationship with Zhao Fusheng.

If there was a conflict, she would unhesitatingly choose the relationship over her career.

There was no helping it; she was not the type with a strong career drive.

As for Zhao Fusheng, he had experienced a life of ups and downs in his previous life. When successful, he associated with scholars; when down, he needed his good brother Tan Kaixuan to personally redeem him. After more than a decade of ups and downs, struggling and dealing with people, Zhao Fusheng had long understood a truth.

No matter how successful his career was, if there was no one to share the joy with him, it was meaningless.

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Jiang Wen left Beijing to shoot a film, and Zhao Fusheng found himself idle again.

"Are you bored?"

In the general manager's office of Future Advertising, Zheng Yao looked at Zhao Fusheng helplessly.

There was no helping it; this guy had come to her office early in the morning without saying why, just curled up on the sofa reading a book, leaving Zheng Yao exasperated but unable to do anything about him. After all, he was the head of the planning department and the big boss of the company.

Zhao Fusheng looked up upon hearing this and innocently said to Zheng Yao, "I'm not bored; I just have more time recently."

Zheng Yao unceremoniously gave him a dirty look, indicating that this excuse was really lame.

Not minding the woman's disrespect toward the boss, Zhao Fusheng picked up the water glass on the coffee table, took a sip, wiped his mouth, and said, "Are there any projects I can get involved in recently?"

In his mind, as a gold medal planner, Zheng Yao would certainly be very willing.

But unexpectedly, Zheng Yao shook her head like a rattle drum and shrugged, "No."

"Ah?"

This answer was completely unexpected for Zhao Fusheng. He was genuinely surprised: "What's going on?"

"It's simple. You're a gold medal planner. Ordinary projects don't need you; others can handle them. The ones that require your involvement are all big projects." Zheng Yao said matter-of-factly. "You can't expect me to give you a project worth a few hundred thousand, can you?"

Zhao Fusheng shrank his neck and didn't dare to say anything.

As Zheng Yao said, as a gold medal planner, he also had his pride.

Or rather, this was not just a rule for Zhao Fusheng alone, but a rule that all gold medal planners in the entire advertising industry had to follow.

That is, no matter what kind of advertising company, the advertising projects a gold medal planner could take on had to have limits.

After all, the reputation of a gold medal planner was too big; many advertisers had heard of them, and the entire market was limited.

For example, if Zhao Fusheng announced that he would take on advertising projects worth around one hundred thousand yuan.

What would be the result?

Naturally, advertisers would flock to his door. But the problem was, not to mention whether Zhao Fusheng had the time and energy to do these projects, if he really did that, how would other advertising professionals survive? How would the ordinary advertising planners in his own company get by?

After all, everyone had to support their families. If a gold medal planner didn't focus on high-end brands but came to snatch the jobs of ordinary people, how could others make a living?

Cutting off someone's livelihood is like killing their parents. Only a madman would do such a thing.

So when Zhao Fusheng heard Zheng Yao's words, he simply didn't dare to continue.

Glancing at Zhao Fusheng, Zheng Yao thought for a moment and said, "If you're bored, go over to Bai Jie's place."

"What for?" Zhao Fusheng asked curiously.

Over at Future Film and Television, since the release of "Cell Phone," Zhao Fusheng had rarely been involved. After all, in his view, he wasn't part of the entertainment circle, so there was no need to constantly pay attention to Future Film and Television. Bai Jie was capable; it was only a matter of time before she did well with Future Film and Television, and there was no need for him to worry.

But now it seemed that he might have been too optimistic too early.