Chapter 1446: Actually, I'm a Screenwriter

It is said that a man will die for his confidant. Although the relationship between Ning Hao and Zhao Fusheng hadn't reached that level, Ning Hao understood clearly that since Zhao Fusheng valued him so much, he was obviously giving him an opportunity.

The other party had extended an olive branch to him—should he seize it?

Only a fool would refuse!

Ning Hao was no longer a greenhorn just out of school. A man determined to buy his wife a house in the capital couldn't rely on talk alone. If empty words could solve everything, there wouldn't be the idiom 'the birds fly apart,' nor would there be more and more girls who would rather laugh in a BMW than cry on a bicycle.

Don't just blame girls for being materialistic. When other beautiful girls can sit in a BMW and sleep in a villa, while you have to sit on a bicycle and scrimp on rent, anyone would feel unbalanced.

Living on love alone is commendable, but as a man, you have to strive for the one you love.

Zhao Fusheng had seized on this point, which was why he extended an olive branch to Ning Hao.

He believed that as long as Ning Hao wanted to climb up, he wouldn't refuse him.

This was an opportunity, because after 'Crazy Stone' was released, Ning Hao would no longer be the same Ning Hao.

His first commercial film had box office revenue exceeding twenty million, and more importantly, the entire film cost only three million, and without specialized filming equipment, it was even shot with a digital camcorder.

Not only that, but the biggest star in the whole film was Xu Shanzheng; everyone else, including Huang Bo, was unknown. Ning Hao had truly played a terrible hand and turned it into a winning one.

Although Zhao Fusheng couldn't remember the final box office of this film, he was sure it was definitely worth more than its cost.

"By the way, after you finish this film, what are your plans?"

Zhao Fusheng asked Ning Hao with a smile.

Ning Hao was startled, then shook his head: "I don't know. I haven't thought about it yet."

He paused, then said somewhat sheepishly: "You know, being able to direct 'Stone' was already good luck for me."

That was the truth. Ning Hao had even directed TV dramas to make ends meet before.

A proper film director directing TV dramas—someone like Old Jiang would never agree to that—but Ning Hao had done it.

One had to admit, this man was truly the kind of talent who could bend and stretch.

"If you don't mind, we can chat sometime."

As he spoke, Zhao Fusheng took out a business card and handed it to Ning Hao: "This is my personal number. You know, I've written scripts and plans before, so I have some ideas in that area."

Ning Hao was dumbfounded.

He stared at Zhao Fusheng, unable to speak for a long time.

"Uh, I really have written scripts." Zhao Fusheng smiled and explained seriously: "You should know that, right?"

"Yes, yes."

Ning Hao nodded like a chick pecking rice, took the card Zhao Fusheng handed him, and put it away carefully.

The card was simple, the most ordinary kind, with no title or anything—just the three characters 'Zhao Fusheng' and a phone number below.

He was extremely excited now. He knew Zhao Fusheng had worked as a screenwriter and written scripts, but that this boss was willing to give him his personal number made Ning Hao feel flattered.

After all, a big shot of this level was not someone a young director like him could easily approach. That he valued him so much was truly unexpected.

Little did he know, Zhao Fusheng really did value him highly.

Not only that, in Zhao Fusheng's view, behind Ning Hao were Huang Bo and Xu Shanzheng. If Future Films could secure these two, it would essentially mean that for the next decade, he would have half of China's comedy film market in his pocket.

As for Happy Twist, Zhao Fusheng didn't count on them. They had their own mature team, and the people there were too fond of internal strife and scheming, often pulling stunts like walking out. In Zhao Fusheng's eyes, such a team wasn't worth cultivating.

It wasn't that they were bad, just that they didn't suit the development needs of Future Films.

Zhao Fusheng knew well that he couldn't and didn't have the power to gather all the talents under his wing. If he did, Future Films would inevitably become a target, and that was not a situation he wanted to see.

What's the most important thing in business?

Harmony brings wealth.

You're good, I'm good, everyone's good—seeking common ground while reserving differences and making money together—that's the true essence of business.

Driving competitors to ruin is something only a madman would do. If you did that, no one would dare to cooperate with your company.

Not to mention Old Jiang and Ning Hao, just thinking about having Brother Shanzheng on his left, Huang Bo on his right, and Wang Qiang by his side, Zhao Fusheng couldn't help but feel cheerful.

Sometimes, foresight is really useful.

"I've seen all your films, Chairman." Ning Hao said to Zhao Fusheng with a smile.

That was the truth; the scripts Zhao Fusheng had written before were all well-regarded.

Zhao Fusheng laughed and waved his hand: "I only get ideas occasionally. I can't do it anymore now, since I'm busy with business all day."

He wasn't a professional screenwriter. He remembered those scripts only because of his past life memories, but the problem was, even if he had seen some films, he didn't remember them clearly, only a general outline. So now he rarely wrote scripts.

"You're a busy man, naturally you have many things to do." Ning Hao said with a smile.

One had to say, this guy really knew how to chat. Even Zhao Fusheng had to admit that talking with Ning Hao was at least pleasant.

He would go along with what you said, making the person he talked to feel quite happy.

That, too, was a skill.

At least in Zhao Fusheng's view, if a person couldn't do that, there was undoubtedly a problem in their communication with others.

"By the way, I'm curious—how did you come up with the idea for 'Crazy Stone'?"

Zhao Fusheng asked Ning Hao with interest.

This was naturally setting aside the boss identity and communicating as screenwriters.

Ning Hao naturally didn't dare to be negligent. He told Zhao Fusheng in detail how he had thought of the story and how he had considered things during filming.

"Really? You really thought that?"

"No way, you can shoot it like that?"

Zhao Fusheng listened to Ning Hao's account, occasionally exclaiming in surprise.

Time passed quickly. Unknowingly, Zhao Fusheng and Ning Hao had chatted for over two hours. It wasn't until Xing Na and Ye Jing had finished the contracts that they were still talking.

"He really values your Ning Hao." Standing at the door, Ye Jing looked at Zhao Fusheng, who was chatting happily with Ning Hao in the office, and said to Xing Na beside him.

Xing Na was startled, somewhat surprised: "Mr. Ye, are you joking?"

She really found it hard to imagine that a wealthy man like Zhao Fusheng would value a young director so much.

Shouldn't people like this always be aloof?

Seeing her reaction, Ye Jing smiled, shook his head slightly, but said nothing.

Some things, outsiders couldn't sense. If he weren't very familiar with Zhao Fusheng, he probably wouldn't have noticed how much Zhao Fusheng valued this Ning Hao.

Of course, Ye Jing certainly wouldn't say that to Xing Na. After all, a little hint was enough; there was no need to be too explicit. If she got the idea that Future Films couldn't do without him, it would backfire.

A proper show of appreciation was enough.

"Xiao Xing, I heard you also write scripts?" Ye Jing casually said to Xing Na: "If you have the chance, you can cooperate with the company."

Watching Xing Na's delighted expression, he smiled inwardly.

Sometimes, a flanking maneuver can also achieve the goal.