Chapter 1457: Unexpected

In a sense, Zhao Fusheng was well aware that his foresight served, to the greatest extent, as a direction.

For instance, he could know how a certain industry would develop in the future, but he was not really adept at the specifics of how to operate.

After all, before his rebirth, Zhao Fusheng was merely an ordinary advertising professional.

When he shorted US stocks earlier, Zhao Fusheng was truly gambling, because he had no idea of the specifics, only knowing how great an impact the subprime mortgage crisis would have in the future.

Fortunately, Zhao Fusheng won the bet.

With news from Hengdian, Zhao Fusheng felt that the real opportunity for success in film and television had arrived.

The reason was simple: for a film and television company to grow and strengthen, diversification was an inevitable trend.

Moreover, although others did not know, as a time traveler, Zhao Fusheng naturally understood that there were many intricacies in TV drama production, especially in film and television bases—such as variety shows and tourism development—which were absolutely lucrative ventures.

Although he did not know why Hengdian was seeking investment from Future Film and Television, in Zhao Fusheng's eyes, if the news was true, they were essentially handing him a hen that laid golden eggs.

Zhao Fusheng had no reason to refuse this gift.

Investing in film and television dramas was often akin to gambling.

You see, even during the preparation of a film or TV series, if you chose a currently popular actor, you could never guarantee that he wouldn't suddenly suffer a reputation crash due to a previous work, or turn from a scholarly PhD into a despised rat, or become a loathsome scumbag uncle.

Many people understood this principle, but they would rather gamble than believe it.

It was like how we all know what the truth is, but few actually live according to the life depicted in books. Because everyone knows that those are literary works, meant to educate people.

We can praise and admire, but truly living that way is a very hard thing.

"Also, keep an eye on the company. No under-the-table dealings should occur." Before leaving, Zhao Fusheng said seriously to Ye Jing, "If I find out, no matter who is involved, don't blame me for being ruthless."

Zhao Fusheng knew that these unspoken rules in the entertainment industry were unavoidable, but he truly detested them.

Although smart people knew that this circle, on the surface glamorous, was in fact full of depraved individuals, so much so that if you scratched the surface, nine out of ten were not good people.

But as the saying goes, a lie, before it is exposed, may well be the truth.

For ordinary people, everything that celebrities show on screen is beautiful. Coupled with brainwashing by the media and the internet, everyone actually harbors beautiful aspirations for the entertainment industry.

This is the effect of brainwashing.

For example, if you type the characters 'bloom' online, the link that appears will inevitably be about Teacher Liu. Say 'big bowl of wide noodles,' and it must be the story of the Canadian king of炮.

Imperceptibly, even we ourselves have become accustomed to this silent change.

“Don’t worry, I know what to do,” Ye Jing nodded to Zhao Fusheng.

He himself also detested such things, but there was no way around it; some things would not disappear just because he opposed them. What Ye Jing and Zhao Fusheng could do was to eradicate such matters within the scope of their influence.

Once, Ye Jing had suggested to the bosses of several entertainment companies whether they could organize and form an organization specifically to combat such unspoken rules.

And the result?

Everyone agreed verbally, but in reality, hardly anyone took action; they were all waiting and watching.

This is human nature. Sometimes it seems lively, but it is actually just false excitement. When it comes to actually contributing money and effort and taking action, they all shrink back faster than rabbits.

In the late Ming Dynasty, the Donglin Party, led by those who said 'the water is too cold,' were largely this kind of people. And the famous 'Dongbao' of later generations, who ate pork and mutton all day, never spoke up for the pigs and sheep, and when someone made a giant salamander, they were nearly raided.

Such people are always fond of talking but rarely take action.

Zhao Fusheng did not want to have such people around him, so he made it clear within the Future Group that such things were not allowed.

Dong Guoxiang, as one of Zhao Fusheng's confidants and the company's head of supervision, naturally carried out Zhao Fusheng's instructions.

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"Going home, Chairman?"

Sitting in the car, Wu Sijie asked Zhao Fusheng.

Zhao Fusheng checked the time and shook his head: "To the school, to pick up Beibei."

Wu Sijie nodded. Having been with Zhao Fusheng for a long time, he naturally knew what kind of place the chairman's sister-in-law held in his heart.

In other words, Wu Sijie felt that his boss treated his sister-in-law like a daughter.

Of course, he would never say that out loud.

But throughout the entire company, anyone who knew Fan Beibei and Zhao Fusheng knew how high the girl's status was in the chairman's heart.

The car headed toward Fan Beibei's school. Along the way, Zhao Fusheng briefly mentioned the Hengdian Group matter, then said to Wu Sijie: "Arrange for President Zheng's side to also send people to find out what exactly happened to the Hengdian Group and why they are seeking funds, understand?"

Wu Sijie nodded in agreement, promptly took out a small notebook, and wrote down everything Zhao Fusheng said.

A good memory is not as good as a bad pen. As a secretary, if one doesn't remember everything the boss entrusts and handle it properly, then one is an unqualified assistant.

Wu Sijie, who aspired to become a top executive in the future group, would never make such a mistake.

Fan Beibei's school was actually far from where Zhao Fusheng was, but since it was still early, Zhao Fusheng let Hu Donghai drive slowly. He calculated that by the time he arrived, the little girl would probably have finished school.

He wondered if she would smile happily when she saw him come to pick her up.

Zhao Fusheng thought to himself.

As luck would have it, perhaps Hu Donghai drove a bit fast; by the time Zhao Fusheng arrived at the elementary school where Fan Beibei attended, school had not yet let out.

"Arrived early," Zhao Fusheng said with a smile to Hu Donghai.

Hu Donghai nodded honestly and said nothing.

"Ring, ring, ring!"

A phone rang. Wu Sijie glanced at the caller ID, looked somewhat surprised, then said to Zhao Fusheng: "It's President Zheng."

Zheng Yao?

Zhao Fusheng was a bit puzzled but still took the call: "What's up? Something going on?"

On the other end of the line, Zheng Yao got straight to the point: "I've already chosen the location for the office building. I'll send it to you later; take a look and see what you think."

Zhao Fusheng then remembered that he had previously told her that if the real estate company had its eye on a property somewhere, it was best to inform him in advance.

The public excuse was naturally that as the boss, he needed to understand the situation of the subsidiary companies.

But in fact, Zhao Fusheng intended to use his foresight to judge whether the property there had development value.

For example, if one bought an office building in Wangjing, from a long-term perspective, it would actually be a loss.

That guy Pan Shiyi was best at bluffing. Back then, he said Wangjing had good feng shui, and later on Weibo he loudly denounced someone for spreading rumors, completely lacking the demeanor of a wealthy man.

In the end, it was all just for his own business.

"Alright, I'll take a look later," Zhao Fusheng agreed. He never shied away from such matters, after all, if they chose an unsuitable location, the loss of money would be too great.

Conversely, if they could choose a suitable location to buy, just the rent from the office building would be a considerable annual income.

And at that moment, Zhao Fusheng's hand holding the phone suddenly tightened, and his pupils sharply contracted.

"Old Hu, ram into it!"

The next moment, Zhao Fusheng's car shot forward with a whoosh!