Chapter 1639: A World of Difference

The news that Jiang Wen had arrived to visit the set was quickly relayed to the crew.

Compared to Jiang Wen, Zhang Li's status was naturally far inferior. Although they had clashed a few years ago, times had changed, and he could no longer dwell on it.

Moreover, the man was here to visit Yu Feihong; as the director, he had to greet him with a smile.

“Director Jiang, welcome, welcome.”

Zhang Li shook hands with Jiang Wen, a smile on his face.

“Sorry to intrude.”

Old Jiang looked perfectly calm, greeting Zhang Li with a genial smile, showing no sign that just moments ago, in front of Zhao Fusheng, he had been complaining about how Zhang Li always liked to get handsy with actresses.

People, especially those in the entertainment industry, are no pushovers. Without some skill, they wouldn't survive in this circle.

“Why are you here?”

Yu Feihong, still in costume, walked over and said to Jiang Wen.

She really hadn't known Jiang Wen was coming; earlier she'd only heard he might come, but she hadn't expected him to actually show up.

“I came to see you, of course.”

Jiang Wen blinked, then smiled: “Look who's here.”

“Huh?”

Yu Feihong and Zhang Li were both startled. They looked up and saw Zhao Fusheng standing there with a smile.

“You!”

“You!”

The moment Zhang Li and Yu Feihong recognized Zhao Fusheng's face, they both exclaimed in surprise.

Only, Zhang Li was frightened, while Yu Feihong was delighted.

“Sis.”

Zhao Fusheng greeted Yu Feihong with a smile, but ignored Zhang Li entirely.

“Why are you here?”

Yu Feihong was so overjoyed she didn't know what to say. She walked up to Zhao Fusheng, grabbed his hand, and beamed like a flower.

To be honest, she was genuinely happy to see Zhao Fusheng. She knew how busy he was—the guy was practically a flying man.

“I went to the company to discuss business with Old Jiang. When he said he was coming to see you, I tagged along.”

Zhao Fusheng said to Yu Feihong, “How is it, Sis? Enjoying the shoot?”

“It's okay.”

Yu Feihong nodded. “Come on, let's talk over there.”

She knew about the past conflict between Zhao Fusheng and Zhang Li, so she didn't say anything more.

Zhang Li also had the self-awareness to keep quiet. After all, this man was now a billionaire worth over ten billion yuan. They belonged to completely different worlds; offending him would do him no good.

Watching Jiang Wen, Zhao Fusheng, and the others follow Yu Feihong toward a nearby spot, Zhang Li waved over the assistant director.

“Director, you need something?”

The assistant director had been chatting with an actress from the crew. When he saw the director summon him, he hurried over, a respectful look on his face.

“Mm, tell the crew to move Yu Feihong's scenes to tomorrow, and don't disturb her.”

Zhang Li said flatly.

“Huh?”

The assistant director was taken aback, looking at Zhang Li in surprise. In his memory, the director wasn't one to casually change the shooting schedule. A few days ago, an actor had asked to reschedule and got chewed out.

But now, he was voluntarily moving Yu Feihong's scenes to tomorrow. Didn't he know that such a change would affect many other things?

Still, since the director had spoken, the assistant director dared not argue. He quickly turned to make arrangements.

As for the actress he had been flirting with, that could wait.

Sooner or later, as long as she was in the crew, he'd get to that little girl.

After the assistant director left to handle things, Zhang Li found a chair and sat down with a sigh.

As they say, one must bow one's head under low eaves. He had felt this in the film industry before, but now, standing before Zhao Fusheng, he couldn't say a word.

Not just because the other man ignored him, but because even hearing his name filled him with fear.

Yes, fear.

Many people have a mentality: if someone they know or have a conflict with suddenly becomes rich overnight, everyone resents that wealth.

But the same people rarely view billionaires like Gates or Zuckerberg with such resentment.

The reason is simple: the distance is too great.

Take Zhang Li now. If Zhao Fusheng were still just a screenwriter or a film company boss, Zhang Li, as a well-known director, might have had some petty thoughts.

But the problem was that Zhao Fusheng's status was no longer confined to the small pond of the entertainment industry. In other words, the gap between them was so vast that Zhao Fusheng could ignore him, and Zhang Li dared not even show anger.

Under these circumstances, Zhang Li naturally had to behave himself.

He didn't want to become a thorn in Zhao Fusheng's side. If that happened, his only option would be to leave the industry to stay safe.

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Zhao Fusheng, however, wasn't thinking that much. A small fry like that wasn't worth his concern.

Passing through the set with Yu Feihong, he even caught a glimpse of Song Jia. Fancy that, after all these twists and turns, she still ended up acting in Zhang Li's TV series.

But Zhao Fusheng didn't say anything, nor did he go over to greet her.

To be honest, although he had loved her performances in his past life, he now understood that an actor and the roles they play should be viewed separately.

Idols are best kept alive only in virtual fantasies, saying nothing, being perfect.

Most of the time, the halo around idols isn't earned by their own efforts but is imposed by fans who adore them. Whether it's a comedian, singer, or actor, fans project everything they love onto the idol, so that no one can say a bad word about them.

But at the end of the day, celebrities are human too; how can they be flawless?

Fandom culture is undoubtedly a toxic culture—there's no doubt about that.

But I digress. Back to the main story.

“You, a busy man, actually came to visit. What, thinking of your sister now?” Yu Feihong pulled Zhao Fusheng to her resting area and asked with a smile.

Zhao Fusheng rolled his eyes and said innocently, “Sis, I have to disagree. What do you mean ‘thinking of you’? I went to the company hoping to see you, but you weren't there. Your people said you were filming, so I came with Old Jiang.”

No matter what, he would never admit that Jiang Wen had dragged him here.

Old Jiang was loyal enough not to rat him out, nodding with a smile.

Zhao Fusheng gave Jiang Wen a thumbs-up in his mind, deciding that next time he made a movie, he'd invest a million or two.

“I don't believe you.”

Yu Feihong shot him a glare, then smiled. “But it sounds nice.”

To be honest, she understood that Zhao Fusheng was truly busy, running such a large group with deals worth hundreds of millions or more. Just thinking about it made her feel that the pressure on him must be unbearable.

“How's the filming going?”

Jiang Wen asked Yu Feihong.

Compared to Zhao Fusheng, he knew more about filmmaking, so his questions were more detailed.

Yu Feihong nodded. “It's okay. The script is good. Honestly, I really like this role.”

Jiang Wen laughed, pointing at Yu Feihong. “You've got the acting bug again.”

After all, Yu Feihong had been busy with charity work in recent years and hadn't acted much. Now that she'd come across a good script and role, she was naturally thrilled.

This is a common ailment among actors: when they encounter a good role, they don't care about the pay; they just want to play it.

Later, when Wu Jing was filming *Wolf Warrior*, the role played by Zhang Han was a case in point.

Given Zhang Han's market value, there was no way he would take a role for just one million. But he agreed, and after reading the script, he even told Wu Jing he'd do it for free.

Although Zhang Han has many flaws, in this matter, he was truly dedicated.