Chapter 1497: Blind Date

The relationship between Zhao Fusheng and Wang Qiang could not be described as that between a boss and his artist.

So when Fan Baobao worried about Wang Qiang's marriage, Zhao Fusheng also took it very seriously.

In his eyes, the future film and television industry, or the entire Future Group, though all under his command, consisted of several types of people.

Dong Chenxi, Zheng Yao, including Wang Qiang and Jiang Wen, were his friends.

Wu Sijie was the kind of trusted subordinate.

As for Ma Xiaoyun and Ma Huateng, they were collaborators.

Zhao Fusheng was not like our Brother Dong, who shouted 'brothers, brothers' while wielding the knife of layoffs without mercy. Toward his own people, Zhao Fusheng was undoubtedly soft-hearted.

In fact, as a business operator himself, Zhao Fusheng could understand Brother Dong's approach, because whether it's a small company or a large enterprise, they all want to maximize profits with minimal investment, and eliminating less valuable employees is also a way to protect the interests of the majority.

After all, running a company is about making money. If there's a more efficient way to make money, which boss would refuse?

But from the employees' perspective, such a boss is too profit-driven. When starting a business, he treats you like a brother, but once the company grows big and strong, he kicks out those who are no longer valuable.

Heh, to put it bluntly, that's just killing the donkey after it's done its job.

Zhao Fusheng couldn't be as ruthless as Brother Dong, who would turn on his former brothers, so at best he could only be like a watchdog.

As for how Fan Baobao would introduce a girlfriend to Wang Qiang, Zhao Fusheng didn't care.

He always only looked at results, not the process. Besides, doing it this way at least kept Wang Qiang away from that venomous woman, Ma Rongrong.

For Wang Qiang, this was undoubtedly great news.

But in Zhao Fusheng's view, if Wang Qiang went on blind dates or anything like that, he would definitely fail.

Of course, he didn't say this in front of Fan Baobao. Instead, while Zhou Yun and Fan Baobao were busy arranging blind dates for Wang Qiang, he casually mentioned it while drinking with Jiang Wen.

"Why?"

Jiang Wen asked Zhao Fusheng, somewhat puzzled.

Clearly, he didn't understand.

Zhao Fusheng said, "The reason is simple: women keep saying they want an interesting soul, but in the end, they always choose a good-looking face. Men are the same. So when I chose a wife, the first reason was that our Fan Baobao is indeed beautiful."

Jiang Wen sneered and spat, "Low taste!"

Zhao Fusheng snorted and completely ignored this old rogue.

Wasn't Zhou Yun a beauty?

Wasn't Sister Xiaoqing a beauty?

Wasn't his French wife a beauty?

Men—they are the most hypocritical animals in the world, even more so than women.

"According to your logic, wouldn't Wang Qiang be hurt?"

Jiang Wen decisively ignored Zhao Fusheng's contemptuous look and said to him with some concern.

What he worried about was naturally that Wang Qiang would be rejected by his blind date, which would make him unhappy.

Zhao Fusheng chuckled: "Women are schools for men. Wang Qiang needs to attend a few more schools before he can graduate and gradually mature."

He paused, then shrugged: "Besides, there's nothing wrong with a man being lovelorn. How can you grow without pain?"

Jiang Wen was speechless. Looking at the clearly gloating smile on Zhao Fusheng's face, he couldn't help but think this guy was definitely laughing secretly.

"Seriously, what if Xiaoqiang meets the one he loves?" Jiang Wen still held some hope and said earnestly: "I think there should be women who like men with depth, right?"

Zhao Fusheng said: "Do you think that's possible? Not to mention whether Wang Qiang has depth. In my opinion, women who say such things are just fooling themselves."

"Fooling themselves?" Obviously, Jiang Wen didn't understand what Zhao Fusheng meant.

Zhao Fusheng nodded: "Many people think they are special, that their love must be a collision of souls, a spiritual resonance, absolutely not falling into the mundane, not succumbing to the other's appearance, power, or money. But when it actually comes to choosing a partner, they find they are not as transcendent as they imagined."

As he spoke, he picked up his cup, took a sip, and said to Jiang Wen: "You have to admit that most people in this world are mundane."

"Yeah, mundane, unbearably mundane." Jiang Wen nodded in agreement: "We are all hypocritical people."

"No, this is not hypocrisy." Zhao Fusheng shook his head: "This is what real people are like. Setting aside money and power, for a man and a woman to be together, there must first be a reproductive urge, and then contact. If you don't have that urge, there can be no subsequent mutual understanding, or even emotional resonance."

"Liking someone starts with appearance; that's very normal." Zhao Fusheng concluded: "Even celebrities are the same."

Obviously, he was talking about Wang Qiang's arranged blind date.

Jiang Wen sighed and said nothing more.

He had to admit that Zhao Fusheng's words made a lot of sense; in fact, he had to concede that what Zhao Fusheng said was precisely the reality of society today.

But for some reason, Jiang Wen always felt deeply uncomfortable.

Seeing Jiang Wen's dejected look, Zhao Fusheng shrugged and didn't speak again.

He couldn't tell Jiang Wen that everything he had said was already the best-case scenario.

As times progressed, society would increasingly make people lose sight of themselves.

Humans are strange creatures.

In the era Zhao Fusheng remembered, love at first sight was becoming rarer; people saw more and more beauties, even though they all looked alike—like the supporting female characters in The Heaven Sword and Dragon Saber, you couldn't tell them apart.

But that didn't matter, as long as the investors were happy.

Of course, that wasn't to say there were no such people.

Some people lived in their inner worlds and were often prone to love at first sight.

In Zhao Fusheng's view, Wang Qiang was actually that kind of person.

But Zhao Fusheng couldn't say it; after all, when it came to feelings, too much input from outsiders was unacceptable to anyone.

…

…

As it turned out, Zhao Fusheng's words were not wrong.

In the following days, Wang Qiang met several girls introduced by Fan Baobao and Zhou Yun, some from the industry and some outside. Though they got along well during their encounters,

in the end, the evaluations they gave were surprisingly consistent.

"You're a good guy. You'll find a better girl."

Heartbreaking!

Bro!

In the end, even Fan Baobao was too embarrassed to introduce anyone else to Wang Qiang.

Damn, going on blind dates only to get a bunch of "good guy" cards—who could take that?

"Bro, just let me act. I really don't want to go on any more blind dates." Pulling Zhao Fusheng aside, Wang Qiang said bitterly.

Zhao Fusheng laughed: "What's the matter? Can't take it anymore?"

"Well, even though they didn't outright reject me, I have my pride too." Wang Qiang forced a smile.

By now, though he was still that simple person, he was very clear about many things in his heart; he just didn't want to express them.

Wang Qiang could clearly distinguish who was genuinely good to him and who was just pretending.

The more that was the case, the more frustrated he felt now. After all, Fan Baobao and Zhou Yun truly treated him like a younger brother, and he couldn't bear to let these two sisters down.

But the problem was, if he kept going on blind dates like this, Wang Qiang felt he would go crazy.

"Alright, stop looking so glum."

Zhao Fusheng waved his hand: "I understand how you feel. I'll talk to your sister about it later."

Then, Zhao Fusheng looked at Wang Qiang: "By the way, have you ever thought about working with Director Ning Hao?"

"Ning Hao?"

Wang Qiang was taken aback: "Me? Can I do it?"

The kid was still a bit unconfident, after all, he hadn't made many movies before; aside from Blind Shaft, most of his roles were cameos.

And he understood very well what Zhao Fusheng meant—he wanted him to play the lead or the second male lead. Wang Qiang suddenly felt a lot of pressure.

"Why not?" Zhao Fusheng smiled and waved his hand: "Don't get me wrong. I was thinking, if you plan to do comedy roles, you could start by being an extra or making a cameo in Ning Hao's movies, just to practice your acting skills. What do you think?"

Hearing this, Wang Qiang let out a long sigh, his anxious heart finally at ease.

"No problem, bro. Just wait and see!"

Wang Qiang was full of confidence, but he didn't notice Zhao Fusheng's enigmatic smile.