Chapter 0991: Ye Jing's Troubles

If she had a choice, Fan Baobao felt that she might not necessarily choose to become an actress.

Even now, most of the time, she regarded acting as her profession, not the whole of her life.

Because Fan Baobao clearly knew that her talent was limited; as an actress, the height she could reach in her lifetime would only be so much.

Acting was a job, a career for her. Deep down, she did love acting, but if acting conflicted with her feelings and her life, Fan Baobao's choice was self-evident.

And this time, after learning about Jiang Wen and Zhou Yun's situation, it was obvious that Miss Fan was tempted.

Everyone has their own pursuit of future life. In the eyes of Fan Baobao, who was nearby, Zhou Yun's life made her envious.

For Zhao Fusheng, he actually didn't care at all, because no matter what choice Fan Baobao made, she was unique to him.

But saying this was useless for Zhao Fusheng, because Fan Baobao couldn't listen at this moment.

Throughout the night, the topic never left Zhou Yun's unborn baby. Zhao Fusheng deeply believed that Fan Baobao's ancestors must have had a close relationship with the legendary Tang Monk.

Finally, the girl said she was tired and fell into a deep sleep. Zhao Fusheng draped his clothes over his shoulders, stood by the window, and remained silent for a long time.

In fact, he understood Fan Baobao's thoughts. Zhao Fusheng was not stupid; how could he not know what Fan Baobao was thinking? But to be honest, he actually had a certain fear of marriage deep down.

It was only because he was with Fan Baobao now that he cleverly hid this emotion.

Moreover, given Zhao Fusheng's experience, if he didn't want to say something, he naturally had too many ways to conceal it.

But now, obviously, the problem had arrived.

"Let's talk about the future later." Zhao Fusheng sighed silently to himself.

If Fan Baobao really wanted to get married, then he would give her a home.

It wasn't that he hesitated to marry because he liked someone else; there wasn't that much melodrama.

The night passed without incident. The next morning, Fan Baobao got up and went to work, while Zhao Fusheng began busy helping Jiang Wen prepare for the wedding.

Originally, the guy planned to get married before the Spring Festival, but after calculating the time, it seemed too rushed. Moreover, Zhou Yun was only about a month pregnant; if they married after the Spring Festival, no one would notice, so now it was mainly about preparations.

Actually, there wasn't much to do. The Jiang family had relatives, and Zhou Yun's parents were kept in the dark, only hearing from their daughter that Jiang Wen had proposed successfully and they hoped to marry next year.

They themselves didn't care much about Zhou Yun's entry into the entertainment industry, so naturally they had no objections.

Choosing the wedding dress was handled by Fan Baobao, along with a few of Zhou Yun's classmates and friends in the capital. The rest, like the wedding venue and cars, were taken care of by Ye Jing, who had everything done in less than a week.

"Just relax and be the groom."

In Jiang Wen's villa, Zhao Fusheng, Ye Jing, and Jiang Wen sat on the sofa. Zhou Yun wasn't there; she had taken Fan Baobao to choose wedding dresses.

Hearing Ye Jing's words, Jiang Wen gave a bitter smile: "I won't say much; you've had a hard time these past few days."

Zhao Fusheng waved his hand: "Less nonsense, why be polite now? Where were you earlier?"

"Exactly, marrying because of a pregnancy, you really thought of that." Ye Jing also said with a mocking tone.

Jiang Wen's face reddened, clearly not wanting to dwell on this issue, and quickly changed the subject to Ye Jing: "By the way, I heard you invested in a TV series yourself?"

Ye Jing nodded and looked at Zhao Fusheng: "I didn't tell you, and I didn't plan to have the company invest. The script is quite fun, and I acted in it myself."

Zhao Fusheng understood his intention. It was essentially a casual TV series. Although the script was good, Ye Jing probably wasn't confident, so he kept quiet and secretly invested and filmed it himself. If it lost money, it would be his own problem, not involving others.

"Next time you have something like this, let me know." Zhao Fusheng smiled and said, "I don't have much, but I can invest some privately, and I trust your judgment."

He suddenly remembered the name of the TV series Ye Jing invested in and directed and starred in; it seemed to be called "A Laughable Story," and apparently it did well, probably making money.

As for how much it made, he wasn't sure. At this time, the production costs of TV series were relatively chaotic, and the broadcast price wasn't fixed either, so Zhao Fusheng couldn't be certain.

"Good, definitely." Ye Jing said with a smile.

He naturally understood that Zhao Fusheng said this to give him face. Although given his status, he might not need Zhao Fusheng's investment, Ye Jing was still pleased that Zhao Fusheng could say such words.

The three chatted for a while longer. Ye Jing received a phone call and took his leave. Zhao Fusheng and Jiang Wen saw him to the door before returning.

"Old Ye hasn't been having an easy time lately." Jiang Wen said to Zhao Fusheng after a moment of silence.

Zhao Fusheng raised an eyebrow: "Really? Is someone giving him trouble?"

He hadn't expected this, because Zhao Fusheng's main circle wasn't in the entertainment industry. To be honest, if it weren't for a few friends who were actors in the industry, he wouldn't bother paying attention to entertainment news at this time.

Even the commercial that Zhou Feifei and Fan Baobao filmed had already aired, but Zhao Fusheng hadn't noticed it until Fan Baobao reminded him to take a look.

Of course, regarding Fan Baobao's constant praise of Zhou Feifei, saying she was a good person and especially nice to her, Zhao Fusheng sneered inwardly. That woman was clearly afraid that he would reveal her embarrassing past.

After all, Zhao Fusheng was now somewhat of a figure, especially in the advertising circle, and even in the entertainment industry, he had many close friends. If word got out, no one would suspect Zhao Fusheng of spreading rumors, since there was no conflict of interest between him and Zhou Feifei.

So Zhou Feifei was eager to do Zhao Fusheng a favor.

But there was no need to explain these intricacies to Fan Baobao; as long as she was happy, that was fine.

However, Zhao Fusheng really hadn't expected that someone would trouble Ye Jing. This guy was one of the leading figures in the Beijing circle.

Hearing Zhao Fusheng's words, Jiang Wen shook his head: "It's not trouble; it's about his direction."

"Direction?"

Zhao Fusheng was puzzled and looked at Jiang Wen uncomprehendingly. Obviously, he didn't understand what Old Jiang meant.

"You see, Ye Jing originally dabbled in this circle as a hobby, so no one cared what he did, right?" Jiang Wen said slowly, looking at Zhao Fusheng.

Zhao Fusheng nodded. This was common knowledge in the Beijing circle, and he certainly knew it.

Ye Jing himself didn't belong to the film and television circle; he was a child of the大院, a顽主 by origin, and entered this circle just for fun. Many people knew this, and Ye Jing had a particularly good relationship with Gao Jinghai; they were childhood friends. Although their relationship was a bit strained now, the underlying friendship remained.

"But what if he's no longer satisfied with just dabbling?" Jiang Wen sighed and said something that surprised Zhao Fusheng.

Zhao Fusheng immediately understood. Apparently, Ye Jing's actions in the past year or two had blocked someone's path to wealth.

That was why he encountered the trouble Jiang Wen mentioned.

More precisely, some people felt that Ye Jing's actions were stealing their business and moving their cheese.

The consequences of cutting off someone's financial path were self-evident. It was only because Ye Jing was a big shot in the Beijing circle, making many people wary, that he wasn't completely blacklisted. If it were someone else, they would have been trashed long ago.

Zhao Fusheng had seen too many examples of this in later generations. In any circle, interests were already divided like a cake. If a newcomer entered, the vested interests, to protect their own benefits, would choose an extremely exclusive way to deal with the newcomer.

"It can't be that serious, right? Ye Jing at most followed us in investing in a few movies; he didn't do much else." Zhao Fusheng asked in confusion.

"Not just movies; he also invested in other film and TV projects privately." Jiang Wen explained helplessly.

In fact, there was something he didn't tell Zhao Fusheng: Ye Jing's series wasn't because he didn't want to attract investment; he had tried to find a few people, but they all politely declined.

Behind this, there might be the shadow of some big shots in the Beijing circle.

"Oh, I see..." Zhao Fusheng rubbed his chin and then sneered: "But that has nothing to do with me. He is he, I am I. If anyone dares to trip me up, don't blame me for being rude."

"Huh?"

Jiang Wen was stunned and blinked, thinking, Is that the point?

Wasn't the point to tell Zhao Fusheng about Ye Jing's current situation so he could be careful not to get involved? How did the tone suddenly become Zhao Fusheng acting like he would kill anyone who dared to mess with him?

"You, don't overthink it. The problem is that the profit in the film market is just that small. When one more person comes in, there's one more person grabbing a share." Zhao Fusheng smiled and said to Jiang Wen: "Think about it, if the cake gets bigger and the market expands, would there still be such trouble?"

Hearing his words, Jiang Wen first shook his head dismissively, but then his expression changed slightly because he thought about what it would be like if the situation Zhao Fusheng described came true.

"Understand?" Zhao Fusheng looked at Jiang Wen's expression and knew that the guy must have understood his meaning.

Jiang Wen smiled bitterly and nodded, but didn't say anything more.

The cake would indeed be bigger, and the market would be more prosperous, but at that time, would the filmmakers still have the final say? Would capital allow that?

The answer didn't need to be spoken.