Chapter 1640: A Visit to the Set

Zhao Fusheng had always felt that filming was boring, or to be more precise, a very tedious affair.

Watching actors perform on screen might be interesting, but sitting on the set always gave him an unreal feeling.

Not that Zhao Fusheng didn't respect the acting profession, but because often, the more you understand an industry, the more you lose that sense of awe.

"What, find the set boring?" Seeing Zhao Fusheng's expression, Yu Feihong knew he must be finding it dull.

Zhao Fusheng chuckled: "Not really. You know I've never really liked sets."

Yu Feihong nodded; that was true.

Zhao Fusheng, from start to finish, simply wasn't that into film and television production. In their eyes, he genuinely treated it as a business.

Though this might sound blunt, you had to admit, from his perspective, he wasn't wrong.

The entertainment industry was essentially a business. If Zhao Fusheng weren't rational enough, he would eventually be schemed against. Those who plotted against him wouldn't go easy on him just because he loved the film industry.

"Did you see Zhang Li's face just now?"

Jiang Wen said with a smile: "I bet he'll have nightmares tonight."

"Come on, stop fanning the flames."

Yu Feihong shot Jiang Wen a glare: "What status does Fusheng have now? Is it any honor to be associated with someone like that?"

Seeing Yu Feihong flare up, Old Jiang immediately backed down: "I was just saying. That Zhang guy wouldn't dare provoke Fusheng now anyway."

Zhao Fusheng naturally understood Yu Feihong's meaning and quickly changed the subject: "Sis, after you finish this film, do you have any plans?"

"Plans?"

Yu Feihong was taken aback: "What's up? Do you need something?"

"It's like this. I'm planning a charity event." Zhao Fusheng said to Yu Feihong: "I intend to donate some money to build Hope Schools in the southwestern region."

"More building?"

Yu Feihong looked at Zhao Fusheng in surprise. Over the past few years, he had already donated a lot to education.

"Yes." Zhao Fusheng nodded: "Keep building. As long as I have the financial means, I'll build more schools and support more impoverished children."

He had always felt that as a capable person, he should do good deeds.

Not for any future returns, but simply for peace of mind.

This had never changed.

"Alright then." Yu Feihong nodded: "Once I finish this film, I'll have nothing else to do. I'll handle this then."

Having known each other for so many years, she naturally understood Zhao Fusheng's character. Though rumors portrayed him as decisive and fond of mystique, in Yu Feihong's eyes, her brother was actually very simple—he just didn't like to show his face.

Compared to those who constantly talked about doing this and that, he was more of a doer.

In recent years, Zhao Fusheng's private donations to schools and sponsored students had cost at least ten million or more, yet he had never accepted any interviews.

On this point alone, many so-called philanthropists couldn't compare to Zhao Fusheng.

"Count me in." Jiang Wen also chimed in with a grin: "I'm not as rich as him. I'll donate a million."

Having interacted with Zhao Fusheng for a long time, he had come to understand that money was truly an external possession. If you spent it all, it didn't matter; you could just earn more.

"Alright, I'll arrange for someone later."

Yu Feihong nodded.

She and Jiang Wen were now shareholders of Future Film. Though their shares weren't large, they were by no means a small amount. According to outside rumors, Future Film's valuation had reached over a billion yuan. In other words, even if they only held five percent of the shares, that would be tens of millions.

Not to mention, this was before the company went public. Once Future Film officially listed according to Zhao Fusheng's earlier plans, the value of their shares would be even higher.

Of course, as the company's majority shareholder, Zhao Fusheng's net worth would also increase again.

After all, the guy owned seventy percent of Future Film's shares.

While they chatted happily, others on the crew were whispering among themselves.

"Hey, who is Teacher Yu chatting with?"

"Can't you see? It's Jiang Wen."

"I know Jiang Wen. Who's that other person?"

"Who?"

"The one sitting across from Teacher Yu. Look, she's holding his hand. Could he be Teacher Yu's boyfriend?"

"Really?"

For a moment, many were guessing Zhao Fusheng's identity. After all, Yu Feihong had never had a public boyfriend in all these years, and everyone knew she and Jiang Wen were close. Given the situation, the unfamiliar young man must be Yu Feihong's boyfriend brought by Jiang Wen. No wonder the director had given her a day off—her boyfriend had come to visit the set.

"What's going on?"

The lead actor of the film, Zhang Guoli, came out after makeup and heard the commotion. Not knowing what was being discussed, he casually asked his assistant.

The assistant didn't know either. He went out to inquire and then said to Zhang Guoli: "It seems Teacher Jiang Wen brought Teacher Yu's boyfriend."

"Boyfriend?"

Zhang Guoli was taken aback, then shook his head: "Nonsense. Feihong has a boyfriend? How come I don't know?"

His influence and connections in the Beijing film and TV circle were undeniable. If Yu Feihong had a boyfriend, Zhang Guoli thought he would certainly know.

Moreover, he didn't believe Yu Feihong would let her boyfriend visit the set.

That woman had high standards. Plus, with a brother who was closer than a real brother, not to mention ordinary insiders, even some billionaires might not catch her eye.

"I'm not sure either. They say Teacher Jiang Wen brought someone to visit. They're chatting over there. The director gave Teacher Yu the day off and moved her scenes to tomorrow."

The assistant said somewhat aggrievedly.

He hadn't gone over to Yu Feihong's side to see what was happening; he had only heard from the crew and actors chatting. Just now, Zhang Guoli had scolded him harshly, so he naturally felt wronged.

Zhang Guoli frowned and stood up: "In that case, I can't shoot today either?"

According to the plan, today was supposed to be his and Yu Feihong's scenes. But now that the director had changed the shooting schedule, he couldn't shoot alone either.

The assistant nodded: "It seems so."

"Interesting."

Zhang Guoli paused for a moment, then smiled.

He suddenly became curious. Who had Jiang Wen brought that made Zhang Li give such face?

As Liu Bei's ex-husband, Zhang Guoli knew Zhang Li well. He wasn't the type to casually give face.

As a man or a director, Zhang Li might not have great character, but his professional skills were quite good.

For TV drama production, the director's level was crucial; otherwise, Zhang Guoli wouldn't have taken this role.

Now, Zhang Li had given a day off because someone visited Yu Feihong and even changed the shooting schedule. This really surprised Zhang Guoli.

Jiang Wen's influence alone didn't seem enough for that.

With that thought, Zhang Guoli smiled: "Come on, let's go take a look."

"Huh?"

The assistant looked bewildered, completely not understanding his intention.

"Let's go to Teacher Yu's place."

Zhang Guoli frowned, growing increasingly dissatisfied with this assistant.

This was someone his wife Deng Jie had arranged to be by his side, claiming she was a relative. In truth, Zhang Guoli knew her intention—to plant a spy on him.

But the problem was, this guy was just too slow.

Sometimes, he had made his meaning very clear, but this fool still didn't get it, standing there dazed, enough to drive anyone crazy.

It seemed he really needed to replace him.