Chapter 0965: The Downside of Obsession

People often have a habit of developing an obsession after experiencing something memorable.

For instance, if you fall, you must get up from the same spot; if someone defeats you, you must defeat them. Or, when playing a game, if you're not lucky enough to draw the skin or card you want, you keep obsessing and spending money to pull again.

But the problem is, sometimes many things depend on luck, and luck is something to appreciate, not to believe in.

It's like there's no right choice in life; ultimately, it's because we keep striving that we make our initial choice correct.

Bai Jie's obsession was something Zhao Fusheng never expected.

"You mean she's set on making Future Film successful just to prove something to her ex-husband?" Zhao Fusheng looked at Zheng Yao in disbelief.

He had never really paid much attention to Future Film's affairs. Ever since Future Film and Future Advertising became independent companies, Zhao Fusheng rarely inquired about them.

In his view, since Future Film was now independent and had hired professional film talent, there was no need for him to interfere further.

Even when that manager inexplicably caused trouble last time, Zhao Fusheng only told Bai Jie to fire him, without meddling in the company's normal operations.

And after the box office success of *Cell Phone* and the popularity of *Conquest* on small screens, which earned Future Film a lot, Zhao Fusheng felt the company was on the right track.

But now, hearing Zheng Yao's tone, it seemed he had been overly optimistic.

To be precise, he had been too idealistic.

"Bai Jie seems cheerful, but she's actually very strong-willed," Zheng Yao said with a wry smile. "When she divorced her ex-husband, he claimed she'd amount to nothing without him. She couldn't accept that, and since the company was in its early stages, she held a grudge, determined to prove herself."

Zhao Fusheng looked baffled: "But she's already proven herself. Isn't our company doing well? She's independently running a company now."

He truly didn't understand what was going on in her mind.

Zheng Yao shook her head: "That's not how it works. You don't get it. She feels that since she's managing Future Film alone, she must make it as successful as Future Advertising. Otherwise, as her ex-husband said, she'd only survive by relying on others."

Zhao Fusheng was speechless, thinking, *What the hell?*

Calling Bai Jie foolish wasn't fair; her strong-willed nature was actually admirable. But saying Zhao Fusheng appreciated that trait would be insincere.

In his view, this kind of stubbornness was pointless. Business isn't about stacking blocks. Having goals is good, but you shouldn't stress yourself out over them, becoming as tense as a taut string—that would ruin the joy of life.

Even the boss himself never imagined Future Film would one day rival Future Advertising in scale. Bai Jie, essentially a professional manager, actually thought that way.

He had to admit, she was indeed very strong-willed.

With that thought, Zhao Fusheng looked up at Zheng Yao: "What do you need me to do?"

Clearly, if she didn't want him to do something, she wouldn't have brought this up.

Zheng Yao chuckled: "Simple—help her."

"Huh?" Zhao Fusheng was taken aback, then shook his head: "I really can't help with that. Even if she runs the company into the ground, I could forgive her magnanimously, but how do you expect me to help her now?"

He paused, then added: "You don't expect me to write scripts for her, do you? Let me tell you, the scripts I write are either banned or non-mainstream. And honestly, I don't even know if I can write anymore."

That was the truth. He wasn't a computer; except for scripts he remembered vividly, most classic films in his mind were just vague plots. The dialogue and settings were fading with time.

Zheng Yao smiled, knowing that since Zhao Fusheng said that, he would help.

She glanced at him and said: "I don't need you to write scripts. I know scripts aren't something you can just churn out. What I mean is, when you have time, pay more attention to Future Film. Help screen scripts, or if they pick one, take a look and see if it's worth investing in. How about that?"

This was her well-considered plan. In her view, compared to so-called professionals, Zhao Fusheng—who always claimed to be an outsider—had a sharp eye.

Reluctantly, Zheng Yao had to admit that talent often defies logic. Someone like Zhao Fusheng could pick good scripts even without formal training or knowledge of the entertainment industry's rules.

Meanwhile, those so-called professionals, relying on their supposed expertise, would confidently claim their chosen scripts would be hits, only to cause the company losses.

It wasn't that they lacked ability; they were stuck in fixed mindsets. To them, investing in film production was like buying lottery tickets—missing a hundred times was fine, as long as you hit once and recouped everything.

As the saying goes, 'Three years without a sale, one sale feeds for three years.'

In a way, it was similar to the advertising business.

But the problem was that Zheng Yao and Bai Jie's early entrepreneurial experiences were different from most people's.

When Future Advertising was still a small studio, Zhao Fusheng led them to land the Runshengyuan Qingzui Hapian account, which made them an instant success. In the next two years, he repeatedly devised various product strategies, even impressing the meticulous Germans enough to hire him for the global Mercedes-Benz sedan campaign.

In other words, from the very beginning, both Zheng Yao and Bai Jie believed Future Film should follow the same path as Future Advertising.

Once you've seen the vast ocean, it's hard to be impressed by a puddle; except for Wushan's clouds, no other clouds can compare.

People used to the speed of BMWs and Mercedes wouldn't be comfortable riding an oxcart.

So, after much thought, Zheng Yao decided she had to convince Zhao Fusheng to pay more attention to Future Film's development. Simply put, to give it a push and guide it until it reached a decent scale before letting go completely.

As for the reason, it was simple: Zhao Fusheng was the real boss of the company.

Working for one's own business is only natural.