Chapter 1638: Visiting the Set in Huairou

In a sense, Jiang Wen knew very well that apart from being inferior to him in directing and acting, Zhao Fusheng was better than him in almost every aspect.

There was no helping it; having such a friend was actually a rather humbling thing.

After all, that guy was the epitome of a life winner.

"Alright, I'll think about what you said."

Jiang Wen thought for a moment and said to Zhao Fusheng.

No matter what, since Zhao Fusheng had made his suggestion so earnestly, he naturally had to consider it carefully.

Although the unexpected shift into film company management caught him off guard, Jiang Wen also knew that it could only benefit him, not harm him.

In fact, if it weren't for his relationship with Zhao Fusheng, Ye Jing probably wouldn't have entrusted the company to him to manage.

After all, Future Films' position in the industry was no joke.

"It's up to you." Zhao Fusheng said no more. He was only offering a suggestion; whether to adopt it was Jiang Wen's own business.

Although they were good friends, he wouldn't choose someone else's life for them.

"I'm going to visit a set this afternoon. Want to come?"

Changing the subject, Jiang Wen casually asked Zhao Fusheng.

Visit a set?

Zhao Fusheng was startled. "Whose set?"

"Feihong is starting a new film. You didn't know?" Jiang Wen blinked, looking at Zhao Fusheng with a mischievous expression.

Oh no!

Zhao Fusheng's face instantly changed.

Bad, bad!

Sister Feihong was starting a new film, and not only was he unaware, but he hadn't even visited the set or called to ask. He could already imagine the look on her face when she saw him.

"Hahaha..."

Seeing Zhao Fusheng's expression, Jiang Wen knew his guess was right.

"Laugh your head off!"

Zhao Fusheng said irritably to Jiang Wen.

After thinking, he said, "How about this: I'll go with you, but you have to say it was my idea."

No matter what, he had to appease his sister first.

"Fine, I'll help you this once." Jiang Wen smiled, looking quite pleased.

Seeing Zhao Fusheng at a loss wasn't easy, so he was in a very good mood now.

Zhao Fusheng couldn't be bothered to retort, but he had already decided that when this guy came begging him, he would make him pay.

As the saying goes, the higher you climb, the harder you fall.

Jiang Wen naturally didn't know what Zhao Fusheng was thinking, but he could guess that the guy was cursing him inwardly. Still, he didn't care; he was happy for now.

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"Where are we going?"

Once in the car, Zhao Fusheng noticed that Jiang Wen seemed to be heading toward the suburbs.

"Huairou."

Jiang Wen looked at Zhao Fusheng speechlessly. "Didn't you know most films are shot there lately?"

"What about Beijing Film Studio?" Zhao Fusheng asked curiously.

"Fewer crews go there."

Jiang Wen shook his head and sighed. "If you ask me, that place is doomed."

He seemed unhappy, since previously most Chinese films were shot at major film studios. Now with the rise of film cities, it was foreseeable that they would become the main locations for film and TV production.

Zhao Fusheng nodded. Although he wasn't very knowledgeable about this, he remembered that most films and TV dramas were shot in film cities, especially places like Hengdian and Huairou, which were the top choices for crews.

"The system..."

Jiang Wen started to say something but trailed off, just shaking his head.

Clearly, he had something to say.

Both were smart enough to know that some things shouldn't be said carelessly.

"By the way, should we bring something?" Zhao Fusheng asked Jiang Wen.

"Bring something?"

Jiang Wen was taken aback, then laughed. "Are you serious? It's dozens of kilometers away. Can we even bring stuff?"

"Huh?"

Zhao Fusheng blinked. "Then what do we do?"

In his view, visiting a set meant not going empty-handed; they had to show some gesture.

"Leave it to me. I'll have my assistant prepare something."

Jiang Wen waved his hand, not intending to listen to Zhao Fusheng.

He couldn't emulate the guy's tycoon style. He remembered when Zhao Fusheng visited the set of "Crazy Racer," he booked an entire restaurant for the crew, shocking everyone.

People in the industry were envious of crews invested in by Future Films.

After all, getting a meal and a red envelope wasn't common for ordinary staff.

Only a wealthy boss like him would do such things.

In short, Zhao Fusheng's wealth made such behavior unsurprising. With a net worth of tens of billions of yuan, scattering some money was normal.

The car soon arrived at the Huairou Film Base.

The film base is located in Yangsong Town, Huairou District, Beijing, bordering Miyun to the east, Shunyi to the south, and a national highway to the west. It is 45 kilometers from the capital, 25 kilometers from the capital airport, and the Jingcheng Expressway passes through. Centered on the China Film Group's digital production base, the core area extends about one kilometer around it, covering Yangsong Town and its surrounding areas, totaling 5.6 square kilometers. The periphery is the radiation zone, including parts of Miaocheng Town, Yanqi Town, Huaibei Town, Huairou Town, and a section of the new Huairou city.

The capital gathers over 70% of the country's post-production units, boasting abundant professional talent.

The China Film Huairou Base has world-class post-production equipment and a modern editing and recording center open to society. By leveraging these advantages, it vigorously attracts renowned international, Hong Kong-Taiwan, and mainland post-production companies, building an international post-production service center that covers all film post-production services and meets the needs of different production scales.

Well, that was all official propaganda. Zhao Fusheng got the brochure from a roadside guide.

Now, disguised as Jiang Wen's assistant, he followed Jiang Wen toward Yu Feihong's crew.

"Feihong was originally just guest-starring, but one actor couldn't make it due to a car accident, so the director begged her to take the role."

Jiang Wen explained in a low voice as they walked.

"Oh, what's the name?"

Zhao Fusheng nodded and gently waved at Hu Donghai and the others behind him, signaling them not to follow too closely.

"Memories of China."

Jiang Wen shrugged. "You know the director, Zhang Li. Remember? The one we almost beat up at a bar once."

Zhao Fusheng was taken aback, then recalled that shortly after he and Jiang Wen met, they had a conflict with this Zhang Li. Later, Zhang Li asked his wife Liu Bei to mediate through some people from the Beijing circle to resolve the grudge.

As he remembered, this guy was close to Xiao Songjia. Rumors... ahem, unspeakable.

"What, want to teach him a lesson again?"

Seeing Zhao Fusheng silent, Jiang Wen thought he still held a grudge and asked.

Zhao Fusheng shook his head. "Why would I hold a grudge? It's been so long. Besides, Sister Liu Bei stepped in. I don't need to offend people and ruin my reputation."

He was being honest. His status was different now; there was no need to bother with a small fry.

And Zhao Fusheng believed that as long as Zhang Li wasn't crazy, he wouldn't dare offend him.

What a joke. The real power in this circle were capital owners like Zhao Fusheng, with fortunes in the billions.

To put it bluntly, Zhao Fusheng's status was no longer on the same level as Zhang Li's.

Like a tiger looking down, it didn't need to consider the ant's feelings.

"True."

Jiang Wen nodded, deeply agreeing with Zhao Fusheng's words.