Chapter 1391: The Director Who Likes Cars

Some people like beautiful women, some like handsome men, some like gourmet food, and some like antiques.

But the bald man who appeared before Zhao Fusheng had a peculiar taste—he liked cars.

Well, he liked doing certain things inside cars.

Yes, this was Wang Anquan.

When the door to the private room opened and Yu Nan and Wang Anquan walked in, Zhao Fusheng silently laughed to himself.

For this sexy-lipped beauty, what impressed Zhao Fusheng most was undoubtedly her hot dance with Brother Shanzheng in *No Man's Land*, and the legendary French thriller *Rage* from the woodpecker studio, as well as Wu Jing's *Wolf Warrior* series, where Yu Nan played the Wolf Warrior squadron leader Long Xiaoyun, a rather brilliant role.

Before that, Zhao Fusheng didn't know about Yu Nan's love life; only now did he learn that she had once had a relationship with Wang Anquan.

As for Wang Anquan, Zhao Fusheng recalled that he later married one of the carpet stars, Sister Zhang, the independent woman. The reason for their breakup was also bizarre: instead of staying with his beautiful wife at home, Wang Anquan went out looking for prostitutes, and what's more, he was caught red-handed by the police.

Well, he was an oddball.

After all, as a director, with so many beautiful actresses waiting for him to guide their acting, why would he go looking outside instead of eating the meat right in front of him? That was really unprofessional.

Of course, the mudslinging between him and Miss Zhang was a case of each having their own story, much like the later spat between that Super Girl and her actor husband. Who would ever admit to cheating?

So, don't casually accuse others of cheating, because legally speaking, unless you catch them in the act or have hotel records, casually calling someone a cheater can lead to legal liability. That's also why the woman who went to get her hair done could win her lawsuit against netizens.

But regardless, since they had come, and that was all in the future, Zhao Fusheng naturally wouldn't say much.

After all, it was out of respect for Jiang Wen.

Brother Jiang.

As soon as Wang Anquan entered, he greeted Jiang Wen, then looked at Zhao Fusheng: "And this is?"

Clearly, he didn't know Zhao Fusheng.

"Zhao Fusheng, my buddy." Jiang Wen introduced them: "This is Wang Anquan, graduated from the directing department of Beijing Film Academy, works at the Xi'an Film Studio, a really good guy."

As he spoke, he pointed at Yu Nan: "This is Anquan's girlfriend, Yu Nan."

"Hello."

Zhao Fusheng smiled but didn't stand up, just smiled at Yu Nan and Wang Anquan.

These two were a classic May-December romance; Wang Anquan was ten years older than Yu Nan, and standing together, they looked quite interesting.

But this was nothing new in the film and television circle; Zhao Fusheng had seen more outrageous things. Even the Fourth Master of the Little Tigers could marry Liu Shishi, let alone Wang Anquan's later wife Zhang Yuqi, who was even younger than Yu Nan.

The bottom line of the entertainment industry is far lower than we think; many people haven't really seen through this.

Seeing Zhao Fusheng's aloof attitude, Yu Nan's brows furrowed slightly; clearly, she was a bit unhappy.

Wang Anquan, on the other hand, paused for a moment, as if thinking of something.

"Fusheng isn't from our film and TV circle; he's in business." Jiang Wen, being clever, noticed the awkward atmosphere and quickly explained.

Hearing Jiang Wen's words, Wang Anquan's heart stirred slightly. He glanced at Zhao Fusheng but didn't speak immediately.

Zhao Fusheng was sharp enough to tell that this guy probably knew him or had heard his name; otherwise, he wouldn't have reacted this way.

But since the other didn't say anything, he naturally wouldn't make it obvious, just giving a faint smile as a greeting.

"Come, sit down first, let's eat and talk."

As the host, Jiang Wen naturally took the initiative to arrange things.

Zhao Fusheng and he, of course, didn't stand on ceremony, sitting there eating and drinking as they pleased.

Yu Nan sat there, stunned. At that time, she wasn't yet a first-tier actress in the industry; more often than not, she relied on director Wang Quan'an to promote her. Simply put, Miss Yu was just a young woman dabbling in the literary and artistic circles.

And in those circles, Jiang Wen was undoubtedly the top-tier big shot.

But this guy in front of her clearly didn't take Jiang Wen seriously at all.

What surprised Yu Nan even more was that Jiang Wen, known in the industry for his eccentric temper, not only showed no reaction to this seemingly rude behavior but even occasionally discussed with him whether the dishes were to his liking.

And her boyfriend Wang Quan'an, who was usually arrogant and looked down on others, was actually chiming in with their conversation. What was going on?

But she wasn't stupid. Women who make it in the entertainment industry aren't fools. Even though she couldn't understand the situation and even felt a bit uncomfortable with Zhao Fusheng's condescending attitude, Yu Nan still sat there quietly and obediently, playing the role of a lady.

In a sense, that was a skill in itself.

"Come on, Xiao Yu, have some food too," Jiang Wen said to Yu Nan with a smile.

Although the outside world said Old Jiang was a cold and aloof man, in fact, those who knew him well understood that he was difficult only when it came to movies.

In daily life, Jiang Wen was actually easy to get along with.

"Thanks, Brother Jiang." Yu Nan didn't have the mature woman's charm that Zhao Fusheng would later see on screen; instead, she seemed more like a shy young girl, even a bit nervous in front of Jiang Wen.

Clearly, she was still inexperienced.

In contrast, Wang Quan'an was much shrewder. He chatted with Zhao Fusheng very carefully, subtly showcasing his talent.

It must be said that sometimes being too smart is really a helpless thing. Zhao Fusheng sat there and, after listening for a while, had Wang Quan'an completely figured out.

Despite his poor impression of Miss Zhang, Zhao Fusheng had to admit that marrying Wang Quan'an later was a blind choice on her part.

"Brother Jiang, Xiao Nan and I both really like your films," Wang Quan'an said earnestly to Jiang Wen, but the corner of his eye was secretly fixed on Zhao Fusheng's face.

Clearly, these words were meant for Zhao Fusheng.

Zhao Fusheng smiled faintly, glanced at Wang Quan'an indifferently, and said nothing.

Jiang Wen wasn't stupid either; he quickly caught on. Bitterly amused, he kept his expression unchanged and said with a smile, "Is that so? Then I think Xiao Nan should definitely be in my film."

Wang Quan'an was taken aback, but Yu Nan spoke up: "Brother Jiang, it's not that I don't want to act, but I really don't have confidence in playing that role well..."

Jiang Wen didn't say anything, but his gaze turned to Zhao Fusheng, thinking, 'You said you could convince her, so it's up to you now.'

Zhao Fusheng naturally understood his intention. Smiling slightly, he looked at Yu Nan: "Miss Yu, do you have any concerns?"

Yu Nan opened her mouth to speak, but saw Wang Quan'an subtly shake his head at her. She quickly caught on and explained to Zhao Fusheng, "It's like this: I've never participated in filming a movie like this. To be honest, I'm afraid I won't be able to adjust my state well... And this film seems very commercial..."

"A good actor must have ambition. You can't confine yourself to a fixed framework when acting; you have to bravely challenge various roles.

A true actor can not only make art films but also commercial ones, and can even freely switch between these two types of roles without being influenced by external factors.

If you don't even have that kind of mindset, then you'll never be able to improve your acting skills.

What do you think?"

Zhao Fusheng looked at Yu Nan calmly. Although she would later be hailed as the queen of art films, one must not forget that she also took on a bunch of commercial films. This showed that she lacked money... no, she liked to challenge herself.

For such an actress, Zhao Fusheng had only one method: provocation. He guided them in simple terms, making these people realize that pursuing the improvement of acting skills and agreeing to Zhao Fusheng's request had something in common.

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