Chapter 1856: Arriving Again in Hong Kong Island

When Jiang Wen had nothing to do, he once said to Zhao Fusheng that life is nothing more than passing boredom off as fun, but in essence it's still boring.

Hence people coined another word: loneliness.

Sometimes, to make boredom seem more refined, they say they are being lonely.

If loneliness can't even highlight mystery, then leave the bustling city for a strange place to be bored, and then tell all your acquaintances that you are in poetry and the distant horizon.

Of course, for the elite there's another trick: say you're in seclusion...

Zhao Fusheng deeply agreed, because whether in his past life or this one, he had seen too many such people.

Life always puts too much pressure on us; if we don't find ways to relieve it, living becomes too hard.

After the Lantern Festival, the Spring Festival holiday was basically over.

News came from Western Sichuan that the Future Group and its subsidiaries had launched an investment plan worth up to one billion RMB.

Of course, this wasn't just one project, but several; nonetheless, it was already a shocking piece of news.

"Does the Future Group have faith in Western Sichuan's development?"

Many in the business world speculated thus.

But only a few top executives of the Future Group knew that this was merely Zhao Fusheng's gesture of goodwill toward a certain big shot.

As for Zhao Fusheng himself, he had already boarded a train bound for Shenzhen.

There was no help for it; though he really didn't want to go, SoftBank had requested a board meeting. Fan Baobao, as an independent director, was unable to attend due to her condition. After much deliberation, Zhao Fusheng, as her husband, decided to go and see.

Of course, accompanying him was none other than Dong Chenxi, the head of Future Investment.

"I really don't get you. A plane would take just a few hours, but you insist on taking the train," Dong Chenxi said helplessly, sitting on the train.

She had planned to fly, but Zhao Fusheng insisted on the train.

No choice—the boss had the final say, so she had to go along with him.

Zhao Fusheng smiled: "Taking the train is nice, isn't it? You can enjoy the beautiful scenery of our motherland. Flying so high is so boring."

"Heh..."

Dong Chenxi couldn't even be bothered to argue; she just gave him a look for him to figure out himself.

Spring Festival this year was in February, and after the fifteenth day of the first lunar month, it was already the end of February. So many college students were returning to school. On the train Zhao Fusheng and the others took, there were quite a few students.

"By the way, did you hear? An entertainer in Hong Kong committed suicide," Dong Chenxi said, looking up from the newspaper she had been reading.

"Huh?"

Zhao Fusheng was startled. He glanced at the newspaper in Dong Chenxi's hand and then remembered—this was 2008.

"What's wrong?"

Though he had already guessed in his heart, on his face Zhao Fusheng still looked like a curious child.

"You men!"

Dong Chenxi glared at Zhao Fusheng: "There's an actor in Hong Kong, surname Chen..."

Just as expected.

After hearing it, Zhao Fusheng shrugged: "I really didn't know about this."

"Of course you don't," Dong Chenxi said irritably. "You never pay attention to the entertainment scene in Hong Kong anyway, so no one would bother you with this kind of thing."

That was true. Given Zhao Fusheng's current status, he was far removed from such low-level gossip in the entertainment industry, and naturally no one would tell him such rumors.

Even though this rumor had already swept through most of Hong Kong's entertainment circle and sparked nationwide热议.

"It's nothing, really."

Zhao Fusheng shrugged: "Isn't this kind of thing normal in the entertainment industry?"

"Normal?"

Dong Chenxi blinked, a bit surprised, but then realized that what Zhao Fusheng said seemed correct.

For the entertainment industry, such things were actually quite common; it just hadn't been exposed before. Dong Chenxi had once been in charge of Future Film and Television, so she knew that the entertainment world, though seemingly glamorous, was in fact a big dye vat. Relationships among stars were messy, and lower-tier artists trying to climb up often sold themselves.

"Alas, this entertainment industry..." After a long while, Dong Chenxi sighed and said to Zhao Fusheng, "So I say, in the entertainment circle, when looking for a partner, never choose a colleague."

"Heh."

Zhao Fusheng gave a noncommittal smile but said nothing more.

Were there fools in the Hong Kong entertainment circle?

Obviously not.

In later years, when self-media flourished in China, they always liked to whitewash this or that person, but it was all just for page views.

But if you judged everything with the simplest sense of right and wrong, you'd find that many things were just a joke.

Right is right, wrong is wrong.

There's no denying that.

Can a good attitude afterward, an apology, and making amends cover up the fact that you faked a donation?

Why did Chinese media have no authority in the eyes of the people years later? In the final analysis, it was because journalists had lost their conscience.

Black could be called white, wrong could be called right.

Even awards that were obviously bought by companies could be shamelessly hyped by the media. Under such circumstances, who would still trust journalists?

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In Hong Kong, after arriving, Zhao Fusheng and Dong Chenxi stayed at the Repulse Bay Hotel.

The hotel was an apartment-style building, nestled against the mountain, with an exterior wall in a wavy curve.

At Jingwan Garden, four buildings of different heights had been completed, with dazzling pinkish-blue and orange accents, quite bold in style.

"Actually, buying a building here wouldn't be a bad idea."

Zhao Fusheng stood in his room and said to Dong Chenxi.

Dong Chenxi nodded: "Yeah, I just saw several actors I've seen in TV dramas before."

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Zhao Fusheng looked helpless; he felt that Dong Chenxi hadn't grasped the point of his words at all.

"What's wrong?"

Seeing Zhao Fusheng silent, Dong Chenxi was a bit puzzled and looked at him inquiringly.

Zhao Fusheng waved his hand: "Go, go to your own room. Don't bother me here, okay?"

"Huh?"

Dong Chenxi looked bewildered, then said to Zhao Fusheng: "You're quite familiar with Andy Lau, aren't you? Could you arrange a dinner with him sometime?"

"What do you want?"

Now it was Zhao Fusheng's turn to be baffled. Dong Chenxi wanting to have dinner with Andy Lau—what was that about?

"Ahem, well, I'm his fan. We never had a chance to meet during previous collaborations. Now that there's time, could I meet him and take a photo or something?"

Dong Chenxi's cheeks flushed slightly as she said shyly.

Zhao Fusheng was speechless. He stared at this woman for a long time without saying a word.

After a long while, he nodded dejectedly: "Alright, alright. Go now. I'll help you arrange it later."

He was beyond吐槽 now. What kind of eccentric people were around him?

But吐槽 aside, Zhao Fusheng took the opportunity while free to dial Andy Lau's number.

"Mr. Zhao?"

On the other end, Andy Lau was also surprised to receive the call and asked in astonishment.

He really hadn't expected Zhao Fusheng to call him.

Now their statuses were worlds apart.

Andy Lau was called Heavenly King Lau, but he never put on airs, because he knew very well that in the eyes of those truly powerful people, he was just an entertainer.

What is an entertainer?

In essence, a commodity.

Therefore, he had never been high-profile.

And among the people he knew, Zhao Fusheng was undoubtedly the most surprising.

After all, who would have thought that the young man who sold a script to him for 200,000 and was grateful back then was now worth tens of billions of RMB, with even better future prospects than most of Hong Kong's super-rich?

"Brother Hua, long time no see."

Zhao Fusheng didn't feel that way. During holidays, even if they didn't call, they would text each other New Year's greetings, a way to maintain their connection.

Zhao Fusheng was the kind of person who, as long as the other party wasn't someone who didn't know their place, generally wouldn't distance himself from old acquaintances.

And Heavenly King Lau, being so socially adept, naturally wouldn't make Zhao Fusheng feel uncomfortable.

So their relationship was maintained quite well.

"Yes, I know you're busy. I heard you have a new project in Western Sichuan recently?" Heavenly King Lau tried to recall some news about the Future Group while chatting with Zhao Fusheng.

But in his heart, he was wondering: with Zhao Fusheng's status, why would he call him proactively? Could there be something he needed?

"My subordinates invested some money and built a film base," Zhao Fusheng said with a faint smile, casually adding, "I'm in Hong Kong now. Brother Hua, do you have time tonight? Let's have dinner together?"

"Ah?" Heavenly King Lau was taken aback, then nodded: "Sure, you set the time. My treat."

Regardless, since the man came to Hong Kong and was willing to call him, it was a sign of respect. For this meal, Heavenly King Lau definitely had to pay.

Zhao Fusheng chuckled, very satisfied with Heavenly King Lau's attitude.

Many times, actions don't necessarily have to be carried out, but attitude matters a lot.