Chapter 1159: The Crew Is Formed

Future Film and Television.

Zhao Fusheng was present in person. Although director and lead actor Jiang Wen was absent due to his wife giving birth, Zhao Fusheng, the renowned screenwriter in the industry, made the attendees feel the importance that the three companies placed on the film *No Thieves Under Heaven*.

The reason was simple: everyone knew that Zhao Fusheng was the幕后老板 of Future Film and Television, and writing scripts was just a hobby for him. In several previous films, he basically handed the script to the director and then vanished without a trace.

But this time, Zhao Fusheng personally showed up, breaking his usual habit, which made people take notice.

Moreover, because Zhao Fusheng attended in person today, the heads of Future Film and Television, Wang Zhongjun and Wang Zhonglei, as well as Zhao Baogang, had no choice but to show up as well.

The Wang brothers, Zhao Baogang, and Ye Jing—these three big shots sitting there were enough to inspire awe among the crew members.

Not to mention Zhao Fusheng himself.

Zhao Fusheng was there today as a mascot, occasionally chatting with the Wang brothers and Zhao Baogang, while watching Ye Jing coordinate the specific details of the film shoot with various departments, facilitating磨合 and contact between them.

Shooting a big-budget film is no simple matter.

*Kung Fu Hustle* took nearly a year to shoot, but the主导方 was Stephen Chow. Future Film and Television mainly provided the funding. Even though Zhao Fusheng wrote the script, he gave Chow the authority to revise it.

This time, Future Film and Television was the true主导方, so naturally they had to put in more effort.

Ye Jing, the general manager, personally served as the chief producer. The preliminary estimate was that the film would employ over a thousand people, involving staff from multiple regions. Just their accommodation, meals, and salaries would be a huge expense, let alone mobilizing them for the shoot—it was definitely a massive project.

Any big-budget commercial film ultimately relies on meticulous teamwork to succeed. Simply put, unless you're making a low-budget art film, any commercial film must face the issue of overall coordination.

Everyone thinks a ninety-minute film looks simple, but in reality, countless staff work hard behind the scenes. Getting injured and suffering is commonplace, and if you're shooting action scenes, there's even a risk of life-threatening danger.

Although Jackie Chan can't keep his pants on, when it comes to filmmaking, even his harshest critics can't deny that he truly gives it his all.

That is something every filmmaker should learn from.

In *No Thieves Under Heaven*, the action scenes aren't many, mainly focused on the male lead Jiang Wen and the main villain Ge You. There's no need to worry about their acting skills; the only consideration is whether they can strike the right balance.

But that has little to do with Zhao Fusheng. He's not the director; that's something Old Jiang has to worry about himself.

"So, I brought all of Huayi's people today," Wang Zhonglei said to Zhao Fusheng with a smile.

Zhao Fusheng glanced at Wang Jinghua sitting among the crowd and noticed her stern expression, clearly not focused on the matter at hand.

With a faint smile, Zhao Fusheng said, "Are you sure? Watch out for Sister Hua's opposition."

Although they were now publicly unannounced allies and had decent personal relationships, Zhao Fusheng didn't mind twisting the knife in Wang Zhonglei's wound—after all, it wasn't him who would suffer.

It was no longer a secret in the industry that Wang Jinghua and the Wang brothers were at odds. It wasn't about who was right or wrong; ultimately, it came down to interests. The former was unwilling to remain an employee and was determined to become a real boss, while the latter didn't want the former to control too many artists and become too powerful.

From a capital perspective, Zhao Fusheng certainly agreed with the Wang brothers' approach. After all, no boss likes to see an independent kingdom within their company. If such a thing happened, it would be a disaster for any enterprise. Employees only knowing their department manager but not who pays their salaries is an unimaginable situation.

But setting aside his identity as an investor, Zhao Fusheng felt Wang Jinghua wasn't entirely wrong either. She worked hard to cultivate artists and stars, acting like a nanny to make them famous, only to have others interfere—that feeling was indeed unpleasant.

Neither side was wrong, and both believed they were justified, so the only option was to fight it out and go their separate ways.

In life, one must persist in walking their own path. If at eighteen you decide to be a good person, you must be a good person for life, and in the end, you will surely have a good outcome. If you decide to be a villain, you must go all the way. A good person turning bad and a bad person turning good are both looked down upon.

People often say that a prodigal son who returns is more precious than gold, and that a butcher can become a Buddha by laying down his knife. But the question is, how many people believe a prodigal son can change? How many believe a butcher can become a Buddha? In this era, it's easy for a good person to turn bad, because we live in a time when we never hesitate to assume the worst motives in others. In this era, people doubt everything and habitually use the most malicious intentions to guess at others.

The law is the standard for measuring everything.

So killing a wife gets seven years, raping a minor gets four years, long-term imprisonment of a few children gets a year and a half, molestation gets a reprimand, and writing erotic fiction gets ten years.

Some things may be incomprehensible to outsiders, but insiders can only shrug helplessly.

Zhao Fusheng had no intention of getting involved in Huayi's family affairs. Although he was also a shareholder of Huayi Brothers, in his view, this was just a struggle for各自的 interests. Whether Wang Jinghua or the Wang brothers, in the end, they were all fighting for their own interests. For Zhao Fusheng, sitting on the sidelines was the most advantageous.

"At that time, I hope you can help me," Wang Zhongjun said to Zhao Fusheng seriously.

Zhao Fusheng smiled without speaking.

"Fusheng!" Wang Zhonglei was a bit anxious when his brother's words received no response from Zhao Fusheng.

Zhao Fusheng smiled. "Future's investments are mainly handled by Miss Dong. As you know, I don't interfere with her."

He understood clearly that Wang Zhongjun was so eager to win him over not because he feared Wang Jinghua, but because he feared the impact Wang Jinghua's departure would have on Huayi.

In other words, if Wang Jinghua left, Huayi could recruit new people and cultivate new stars. But the question was, when Wang Jinghua left, would someone on the board challenge the Wang brothers?

In this world, there is no hatred without reason, nor love without reason.

Some things may seem complicated, but if you patiently seek, you will always find the answer.