Chapter 1087: The Moment of the Sage Arrives

There were some things Zhao Fusheng had always chosen to deliberately not think about, because he knew that if he remembered them, he would have to do something.

And once he acted, it would touch the interests of some people and invite retaliation from certain powerful forces.

To be honest, Zhao Fusheng really didn't like this.

But there was no way around it. Although he and Fan Baobao didn't have children now, they would in the future, and his descendants would also have children. Friends and relatives around him would have children too.

Since he had remembered, some things needed to be changed.

“You know that navigation webpage I set up before?” Zhao Fusheng said slowly, looking at Jiang Wen, who was full of confusion.

Jiang Wen nodded: “I know about that. Didn’t you sell it to Baidu? For tens of millions, I forget.”

He had only heard Fan Baobao mention it once; he didn’t remember the specifics clearly.

Zhao Fusheng hummed in acknowledgment: “I have a team of people who specialize in online publicity. I call them the Water Army.”

Huh?

Jiang Wen was startled and looked at Zhao Fusheng in surprise: “Water Army?”

Zhao Fusheng nodded: “This was a department under Future Advertising, later placed under Future Film and Television. The person in charge is Zhou Jing, who was originally my assistant at Future Advertising.”

“A while ago, he reported something to me: many people online were posting that Sanlu milk powder contained a certain chemical, and children who drank it got kidney stones.”

“What!”

Hearing this, Jiang Wen shot up from his seat, his face full of shock: “You’re not joking, are you?”

Zhao Fusheng shook his head: “I only received a report from my subordinates. I don’t know the specifics either.”

Even though he knew the inside story, Zhao Fusheng didn’t dare to reveal everything to Jiang Wen now. It wasn’t that he didn’t trust Jiang Wen’s ability to keep secrets, but the problem was that he couldn’t explain the source of this information.

So Zhao Fusheng could only guide Jiang Wen to find a way to uncover the truth himself.

After all, it was easier for the public to accept such a thing being exposed by a public figure than by a wealthy man with little recognition like himself.

Thinking of this, Zhao Fusheng said to Jiang Wen: “If you don’t believe me, I think you can look into it.”

He paused, then added: “After all, you’re about to become a father.”

Zhao Fusheng’s last sentence became the straw that broke the camel’s back.

If before Jiang Wen had treated this as just some news unrelated to him, after Zhao Fusheng said that, his face turned grim.

People are essentially the same; at certain times, they become very sensitive, very fragile, even a bit neurotic.

Like some emperors who always felt that treacherous subjects wanted to harm them—that was also a kind of sensitive and fragile mentality.

Jiang Wen felt that way now.

His child would be born in a few months, making him especially concerned about everything related to children. He couldn’t imagine how many children had been harmed if what Zhao Fusheng said was true. Moreover, if he didn’t investigate, what if he or someone close to him drank that milk powder? What would the consequences be?

With that in mind, Jiang Wen looked up at Zhao Fusheng and said slowly: “I can’t wait on this. Lend me your people.”

Zhao Fusheng was taken aback, then smiled bitterly: “My people are all about collecting online information. How can I lend them to you?”

Jiang Wen shook his head: “I don’t care about that. Have your Water Army investigate, verify the truth of those messages, and give me the addresses of the victims. I want to verify it myself.”

Clearly, he didn’t fully believe what Zhao Fusheng had said and intended to verify it personally.

Zhao Fusheng didn’t mind. Since Jiang Wen had this request, he could just instruct his subordinates to do it; it wouldn’t waste much manpower or resources.

“Alright, but I think you’d better do this with Sister Feihong under the foundation’s name,” Zhao Fusheng said after thinking for a moment. “At least that way, the pressure on you will be a bit lighter.”

Even though Jiang Wen was a public figure and a star, Zhao Fusheng knew that once he chose to lift the lid, it would be a massive storm.

Zhao Fusheng couldn’t even guarantee what impact it would have on Jiang Wen if he did this.

This was a realistic society, also a cruel and cold one. Some people would do anything for profit.

Although Zhao Fusheng wanted to expose the scandal, he didn’t have the courage to risk the lives and property of his family and friends.

It might be cowardly, but that was the truth.

He wasn’t a hero and couldn’t be one. He could only use his own strength to try to change some things that shouldn’t happen and alter some people’s fates.

Hearing Zhao Fusheng’s words, Jiang Wen frowned and was about to say something, but Zhao Fusheng looked at him seriously and said with unprecedented earnestness: “You’d better think carefully. What you’re about to do will touch the interests of most people in the entire industry. Zhou Yun is pregnant. If anything happens to you, what will she do?”

Jiang Wen was stunned, standing there speechless for a long time.

Zhao Fusheng’s words might have been alarmist, but they were the truth.

Jiang Wen was not a lone man without attachments. If he took the risk as Zhao Fusheng said, the danger would be very high.

With that in mind, Jiang Wen nodded: “Don’t worry, I understand.”

He was never an impulsive person. He might seem rough, but in fact, Jiang Wen was very meticulous inside. In the original timeline, when Jiang Wen invited Ge You and Chow Yun-fat to star in his film *Let the Bullets Fly*, he enthusiastically wrote each of them a letter, mostly in classical Chinese, praising their acting skills and character, and saying he had prepared everything and awaited their joint participation.

That seemed normal, didn’t it?

But the key issue was that when he wrote to them, he hadn’t even finished the script.

Not only that, but Jiang Wen also played a trick: he told Ge You that Chow Yun-fat had already agreed to the invitation and only needed his nod. In the letter to Chow Yun-fat, he said Ge You had agreed to star in the film and asked if Chow Yun-fat was interested in performing with him.

Poor two superstars, both nearly a hundred years old combined, who had seen countless big scenes, were actually tricked by Jiang Wen into joining the cast. How helpless!

So Zhao Fusheng wasn’t worried that Jiang Wen would make a wrong decision once he calmed down.

With things having come this far, they couldn’t discuss the script for now. Jiang Wen was in no mood to ask about the script, and Zhao Fusheng didn’t say anything more. After sitting for a while, he returned to his room.

Back in the room, Fan Baobao looked at him in surprise: “Why are you back so soon?”

Huh?

Zhao Fusheng blinked: “You don’t know if I’m fast?”

“Uh…” Fan Baobao didn’t react at first, then realized what Zhao Fusheng was implying. She gave him a charming glare and said helplessly: “You know that’s not what I meant.”

“Mm-hmm, I understand.” Zhao Fusheng chuckled lightly.

At his veteran driver attitude, Fan Baobao was speechless. She picked up the remote and started watching a TV drama.

Zhao Fusheng stopped teasing her and went to wash up.

After he finished washing, Fan Baobao asked him: “By the way, how did you and Old Jiang finish so quickly? I thought you’d talk for a while.”

Every time Zhao Fusheng and Jiang Wen discussed the script, they talked until very late. This had become common knowledge for Fan Baobao and Zhou Yun, so she was surprised he came back so soon this time.

“No, we talked about something else.” Zhao Fusheng smiled at Fan Baobao.

“Oh, what type is your new film?” Fan Baobao didn’t care about what he said; she was quite interested in the new film Jiang Wen had mentioned.

Zhao Fusheng naturally understood her thoughts. After thinking for a moment, he said: “There is a role that suits you, but you’ll need to train and learn some techniques.”

Techniques?

Fan Baobao was a bit surprised, then understood. It seemed Zhao Fusheng’s film involved some professional knowledge.

After a moment, she nodded: “Don’t worry, I can go experience life in advance.”

Zhao Fusheng burst out laughing: “No need for that. I’ll have Old Jiang explain the role to you later. You might even have scenes with him.”

Fan Baobao was instantly intrigued. The temptation of acting opposite Jiang Wen was too great for her.

“Tell me, tell me, what kind of story is it?” Fan Baobao reached out, tugged Zhao Fusheng’s arm, and acted spoiled.

Zhao Fusheng shook his head: “Why talk about that? I haven’t even written the outline yet. It’s just an idea. I’ll tell you later.”

“No, no, I want to hear it now.” Fan Baobao knew he was making excuses; he probably already had a nearly complete story in his mind. She immediately leaned close to him, wrapped her arms around his, rubbed against him, and whispered: “Honey, just tell me, okay…”

This was her ultimate weapon against Zhao Fusheng, and it always worked.

Sure enough, the beauty beside him breathed like orchid. Perhaps because she had just bathed, her body still had a fragrance that reached Zhao Fusheng’s nose. For a moment, he felt his breathing become heavier.

“You little demon!” Zhao Fusheng glared at Fan Baobao, took a deep breath, and said with his last shred of reason: “I definitely won’t tell. I’m a socialist successor!”

“Heh…”

Fan Baobao sneered at that, slowly bent down, and lowered her head…

Successor?

Let’s see if you can hold out!