Chapter 1874: Can't Stand It

Jiang Wen was momentarily stunned, somewhat surprised.

To be honest, he hadn't expected Zhao Fusheng to reject Zhang Guoli so decisively.

Originally, when Zhang Guoli approached Jiang Wen to ask for a favor, hoping to give Zhang Mo a chance, Jiang Wen didn't hesitate. It wasn't a lead role anyway, and it would let him do Zhang Guoli a favor. With their long-standing relationship, that bit of face was always there.

As for meeting Zhao Fusheng later, that was just to say hello and avoid awkwardness.

But unexpectedly, when Zhang Guoli met Zhao Fusheng, Zhao Fusheng turned him down.

Did Zhang Guoli offend you?

After a moment of surprise, Jiang Wen quickly asked.

It has nothing to do with him.

Zhao Fusheng said calmly, "I just don't like that kid Zhang Mo."

Huh?

Jiang Wen was bewildered; clearly, he didn't understand what Zhao Fusheng meant.

You know about Zhang Mo's assault incident, right?

Yes.

"I'm not the victim, and I don't know the inside story, but I think this person has poor character," Zhao Fusheng said calmly to Jiang Wen. "I don't want to deal with someone like him, and I don't want his name to appear in my film."

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Hearing Zhao Fusheng's words, Jiang Wen was left speechless.

He did know Zhao Fusheng's temperament. Sometimes, Zhao Fusheng was just that headstrong—if he couldn't stand someone or something, he would resist it in his own way.

Like Zhang Yuan, or that Chen Wanning.

But Jiang Wen hadn't expected Zhao Fusheng to also dislike Zhang Mo.

Let's leave it at that.

Zhao Fusheng said flatly, "Huayi and Xinbaoyuan have approached me. I suppose Zhao Baogang and Wang Zhonglei have already talked to you. Just give Zhang Mo's role to one of Huayi's actors. I have only one request: the final cut must look good. I'll review it personally. If it's not well shot, reshoot it. I don't mind spending more money."

"I understand," Jiang Wen nodded, naturally grasping Zhao Fusheng's determination.

Zhao Fusheng rarely made such statements, but since he had said it, it meant he was really serious about the film's success.

Hanging up the phone, a cold smile curled at the corner of Zhao Fusheng's mouth.

To be honest, Zhao Fusheng's impression of the old Beijing circle was generally mediocre. It wasn't that their acting was bad, but their character or methods were truly uncommendable.

Being exclusive and cliquish was one thing, but toward anyone who didn't fit their views or wasn't in their circle, their attitude was to resist and suppress.

In his previous life, the most typical example was Xiao Gangpao and his ilk.

It's no exaggeration to say that Huayi's later notoriety was largely due to their methods.

Too arrogant!

Those who followed them thrived, those who opposed them perished. At that time, almost no one could rival Huayi. They even claimed a market value of over a hundred billion and ventured into various industries.

That was the path to self-destruction.

Naturally, Zhao Fusheng wouldn't let the Future Group go down that road.

So he was making himself stronger as quietly as possible, because only then could he ensure that the Future Group wouldn't fail in the coming competition.

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Let's tell two stories at once.

When Zhang Guoli got home, his wife Deng Jie looked at him: "How did it go?"

Clearly, she was asking about finding a role for Zhang Mo.

The two hadn't been together from the start. Zhang Mo was Zhang Guoli's son from his previous marriage. For his sake, Deng Jie chose not to have children and treated Zhang Mo as her own.

Over the years, they had become as close as biological mother and son.

No good.

Zhang Guoli shook his head and said with a bitter smile, "Jiang Wen had no objection, but Zhao Fusheng disagreed."

Huh?

Deng Jie was taken aback, looking at Zhang Guoli in surprise: "Zhao Fusheng? Why would he disagree?"

She really hadn't expected this. Logically, although Zhang Guoli and Zhao Fusheng weren't close friends, they weren't enemies either, and there was no bad blood between them.

It was just a minor supporting role, not a major part. Did Zhao Fusheng have to refuse Zhang Guoli?

Seeing his wife's bewilderment, Zhang Guoli smiled wryly: "I didn't expect this either. Jiang Wen had already agreed, but then Zhao Fusheng objected because of Zhang Mo's assault incident."

Huh?

Deng Jie was dumbfounded, unable to speak for a long time.

Dad, what did you say?

At that moment, Zhang Mo walked out of his room, looking at Zhang Guoli in surprise.

You still have the nerve to ask!

Zhang Guoli glared at his son and said irritably, "If it weren't for you, would I have lost so much face?"

To be honest, as one of the big shots familiar with both the Beijing and Shanghai circles, encountering such a situation was very embarrassing.

Taking the initiative to ask for a role for his son and being rejected—it was a complete loss of face.

I...

Zhang Mo was scolded by his father and hung his head without daring to make a sound, but in his heart, he secretly resented that Zhao Fusheng. Wasn't he just a bit rich? How dare he reject him.

He had already decided that when "Bullet" was released, he would find people online to give the movie bad reviews.

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Zhao Fusheng, of course, didn't know that Zhang Guoli's words had earned him an extra hater.

Of course, even if he knew, Zhao Fusheng wouldn't care.

He had long passed the stage of needing to care whether a nobody liked him.

Even Renminbi isn't necessarily liked by everyone; there's nothing to be done about that.

Life, after all, always has people standing against you. If there aren't any, it only means those dissatisfied with you are hiding too well.

"I heard you turned down Zhang Guoli?"

The next day, Fan Baobao asked Zhao Fusheng with some curiosity.

Zhao Fusheng was speechless: "Zhou Yun told you?"

Recently, Fan Baobao hardly went out. Knowing this news, it was clearly from Zhou Yun.

Fan Baobao nodded: "She mentioned it when she called. But honestly, I don't like Zhang Mo either. Shifty-eyed."

Because of his father Zhang Guoli's connections, Zhang Mo had appeared in many TV dramas and movies before. Having a good father naturally made it easier for him to get along in this circle, so Fan Baobao had an impression of him.

Zhao Fusheng laughed. He hadn't expected that Fan Baobao also disliked Zhang Mo.

It seemed that birds of a feather flock together; his wife indeed shared his taste.

"What are you laughing at? So strangely?"

Seeing Zhao Fusheng laughing weirdly, Fan Baobao couldn't help asking curiously.

Zhao Fusheng shook his head: "Nothing. I just find it interesting that we think alike."

Hearing this, Fan Baobao shook her head speechlessly, at a loss for words with this guy.

But like Zhao Fusheng, she wasn't worried about any repercussions.

The power comparison between Zhang Mo and Zhao Fusheng was too vast.

Even with his father Zhang Guoli added, it was the same.

A mantis trying to stop a chariot.

That was the perception of Zhao Fusheng and Fan Baobao.

The wealthy are a circle; those within it understand the power and value of money better, while those outside, even those slightly yearning for the circle, know what Zhao Fusheng's wealth means.

It was a power that could truly decide a person's life or death and change their fate.

Everything was irreversibly heading toward vulgarity.

That was Zhao Fusheng's basic perception of this era.

If it were twenty years ago, someone like Zhang Mo wouldn't be qualified to appear on screen, whether big or small, because his behavior had violated the most basic moral concepts of the public.

But nowadays, people think it's normal—just a momentary impulse of youth.

Reform and opening up are good things; society progresses, people's living standards improve, material wealth becomes more abundant, and even pork can cost dozens of yuan per catty.

But what follows is spiritual emptiness and loss.

Even some of the most basic principles are gradually being lost.

Zhao Fusheng felt very uncomfortable. As a reborn person, he had experienced that terrible era in his previous life, and now he was watching this society develop toward that terrible state.

As an observer, he was in a bad mood.

This mood of Zhao Fusheng's was probably only detectable by Fan Baobao.

So, she tried her best to cheer him up.

"How about we go traveling?" Fan Baobao suggested to Zhao Fusheng.

Zhao Fusheng was taken aback, then understood her intention. He smiled and waved his hand: "With your condition, let's forget it. After you give birth, we'll go out as a family."

"Really?"

Fan Baobao's eyes lit up, and she asked in surprise: "The whole family?"

"Mm."

Zhao Fusheng smiled: "Others' lives are their own. Our days, we have to live well, right?"

As he spoke, he shrugged: "As for those crappy things in the entertainment circle, they have nothing to do with us!"

He was an adult, not a three-year-old child. Although he occasionally felt lost, Zhao Fusheng wasn't unable to adjust himself.

The most obvious characteristic distinguishing an adult from a child is the ability to have mature thinking and self-regulation.

Living in this world, people always encounter all kinds of things. Some things we may not understand or even think are wrong, but our power is limited, and we can't change that wrong.

What to do then?

Fight?

Let it be?

Go with the flow?

No matter what choice, it's a way to deal with it.

That is the right of adults to choose their own lives. If you can't interfere with others, you can only do your best yourself.

That's what Zhao Fusheng thought, so he quickly adjusted.

No matter what, living one's own small life well is the most important thing.