Chapter 1027: Farewell to Hong Kong

When he returned to the hotel, Bai Jie and the others were already back.

"How did it go?"

Seeing Bai Jie, Zhao Fusheng asked with a smile.

"Too tiring." Bai Jie looked at Zhao Fusheng and replied, her face full of exhaustion.

Business negotiations were largely like this: both sides haggled over every detail for their own interests, constantly seesawing.

"Take it slow, don't rush." Zhao Fusheng said. "Anyway, the tone of cooperation is set now; what's left are details."

"I understand, don't worry." Bai Jie nodded and said to Zhao Fusheng.

She also knew that Zhao Fusheng placed great importance on this cooperation.

"Then that's it. I'm planning to go back in a few days." Zhao Fusheng smiled and said to Bai Jie. "I won't be involved in the cooperation matters."

Bai Jie was startled for a moment, then nodded to indicate she understood.

She also understood Zhao Fusheng's meaning: after all, he was a big boss; how could he spend all his energy on Future Films?

A qualified boss would never revolve entirely around a single business.

If that happened, it would only mean that Bai Jie had really failed in her duties.

The next day, Zhao Fusheng called Stephen Chow to say that he had matters at his own company and wouldn't stay in Hong Kong for the negotiations; the specifics would be handled by Bai Jie.

Stephen Chow had no objection to this; he also knew Zhao Fusheng's status and understood that his personal visit was a great show of respect.

The two agreed to meet again for a good drink when they had the chance, and said no more.

Both were smart people and naturally understood each other's thoughts. This cooperation was just a start; if it went well, Stephen Chow would find Future Films a good partner when he wanted to enter the mainland market.

Conversely, Future Films would also open up opportunities in Hong Kong.

Mutual benefit and win-win coexistence were the foundation for the two companies to cooperate.

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Zhao Fusheng's first trip to Hong Kong thus came to an end.

No flowers were sent off, no media coverage; it was so low-key that hardly anyone knew what he had done there except for a few people.

For some, he was just a passerby.

But for others, Zhao Fusheng changed the course of their lives.

"Test Stephen Chow's reaction. Ask him if their company's artists come to the mainland to film, would they be willing to sign their agency contracts with us." Zhao Fusheng instructed Bai Jie before boarding the plane.

Bai Jie was a bit surprised but still nodded. As a subordinate, she had to firmly carry out the boss's orders, even if they were wrong, she had to do them first.

If she couldn't even handle this, what use would the boss have for her?

Moreover, Bai Jie soon realized that this might be a good thing for Future Films.

Given that Hong Kong artists were popular and had a strong market in the mainland, if the company signed a batch of Hong Kong actors, the so-called blacklisting by some would naturally become a joke.

The power of capital is strong; if they couldn't generate profits, any so-called star would be discarded like worn-out shoes.

Bai Jie was sure that this might be a good opportunity to break the ice.

By now, she had gradually gotten used to Zhao Fusheng's occasional flashes of inspiration; it was probably a common trait among advertising planners. Ideas came when they came, uncontrollable.

Zhao Fusheng didn't know that his casual remark would make Bai Jie think so much. His idea was simple: since there were actors in Hong Kong who wanted to make money in the mainland, why not go with the flow and let them enter the mainland market?

In the original timeline, this was bound to happen, and in fact, some were already doing it.

Given that, Zhao Fusheng had no reason not to do it.

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The plane from Hong Kong to the capital slowly landed at the airport.

As Zhao Fusheng walked out, he saw Zhang Qian waiting for him at the exit.

"How have things been at home lately?"

Zhao Fusheng asked casually as he sat in the car.

When he was away, most matters were handled by Zhang Qian.

Although Zhang Qian wasn't exceptionally talented or gifted in business, he was steady. No matter what happened, he maintained a calm demeanor, as if Mount Tai had collapsed before him without changing his expression.

As a businessman, this was very important.

This was also what Zhao Fusheng admired most about Zhang Qian.

"Nothing much." Zhang Qian was a man of few words, and his answer to Zhao Fusheng was concise.

"That's good." Zhao Fusheng smiled and didn't mind.

That was just how he was—used to doing things, not fond of chatting. Zhao Fusheng even thought that his future girlfriend would have a hard time, since living with a mute was no fun.

"Kaixin.com has launched." Zhang Qian said to Zhao Fusheng while driving.

Zhao Fusheng hummed and nodded: "How's it going?"

"Good." Zhang Qian replied.

For him to say "good" meant that Dong Guoxiang must have done a great job.

"Anything else?" Zhao Fusheng continued asking.

"Nothing else. Oh, someone contacted Dong Chenxi wanting to acquire Xiaonei.com." Zhang Qian said to Zhao Fusheng. "Should we go to Future Investment?"

The two had been together for a while; knowing Zhao Fusheng, Zhang Qian figured he would definitely go to Future Investment after hearing this.

Sure enough, Zhao Fusheng frowned after hearing Zhang Qian's words, then nodded: "Let's go to Future Investment."

Things had their priorities. For Zhao Fusheng, matters at Future Investment were major; the rest didn't amount to much.

Zhang Qian said no more and started the car, heading toward Future Films.

Dong Chenxi was quite surprised to see Zhao Fusheng.

"Aren't you in Hong Kong? Why are you back?" Dong Chenxi asked in surprise.

Zhao Fusheng smiled: "My luggage is still in the car; I came to see you."

"Come on, if you have something to say, just say it. You talk a better game than you sing; who are you fooling?" Dong Chenxi rolled her eyes at Zhao Fusheng, clearly not buying it.

Zhao Fusheng laughed heartily, unbothered by the sarcasm, and walked over to sit on the sofa.

Since he was here, he naturally wanted to hear Dong Chenxi report some things to him.