Chapter 1915: Frowning with Worry

Liu Jialing never dreamed that she would receive a notice of contract termination.

When she once again took leave from the film crew to fly to Mingzhu for a brand commercial event and a small gathering with a certain 'friend,' her agency received a notice from Future Films.

'Given that Ms. Liu Jialing repeatedly violated the film crew's prohibitions during the filming of Let the Bullets Fly, participating in commercial activities and affecting the film's production, our company has decided to terminate the contract with Ms. Liu...'

The notice was faxed to Liu Jialing; her agency had received it from Future Films and promptly faxed it to her.

'What's going on? What is this all about?'

Liu Jialing stared at her agent in shock, her face full of astonishment.

'Ling Jie, it's a big mess!'

The person accompanying Liu Jialing was her long-time agent, naturally a confidante, and at this moment, her face was also full of panic.

'What's going on? Who wants to terminate my contract? Future Films? Aren't they afraid I'll expose them!' Liu Jialing was furious, her brows knit, her eyes wide, as if she were about to explode.

This was the first time she had been terminated by a film crew; after all, she now held a high status in the film and television circle, and with her husband's reputation, everyone called her Jialing Jie.

'It was personally ordered by the big boss of the Future Group.'

The agent dared not delay and told Liu Jialing what she had learned from the head office: 'I heard that he was furious when he found out you were always taking leave from the crew.'

'It's him!'

Liu Jialing was instantly dumbfounded.

She staggered, nearly falling to the ground, but her agent caught her in time, and she finally sat down on the sofa.

'How could it be him? Why? Why would he do that?' Liu Jialing muttered to herself as she sat on the sofa.

She was truly terrified!

If it were Ye Jing or Jiang Wen, she could still judge them from an insider's perspective, but the one who gave the order was Zhao Fusheng, the super-rich man. Liu Jialing knew that this time, she was finished!

'Ling Jie, what should we do?'

The agent looked at Liu Jialing, her face full of panic.

'What can we do.'

Liu Jialing's face was full of bitterness.

At this moment, she had no thought of opposing Zhao Fusheng.

In fact, if she were twenty years younger, she might even consider getting close to Mr. Zhao and trying to become his lover.

As a woman who had spent half her life in the Hong Kong entertainment circle, she naturally knew what a billionaire of this level meant.

It meant endless wealth and luxury.

Even the Young Master Xu she had tried so hard to cling to might not be as wealthy as Zhao Fusheng.

But now, it was clear that some of her actions had displeased him, so this was a warning to others.

'Terminate the contract.'

Liu Jialing nodded to her agent: 'Discuss with the company, use the excuse that I'm busy preparing for my wedding, and express regret.'

At this point, this was the only option.

'But the penalty...'

The agent hesitated.

After all, it was Zhao Fusheng's side that initiated the termination. According to the contract, Future Films would have to pay Liu Jialing a penalty.

'Ha, even if they give it, would I dare to take it?' Liu Jialing shook her head: 'Don't talk about the penalty. Let it be.'

She was an extremely clever woman; otherwise, she couldn't have had Actor Liang wrapped around her finger.

Nor could she have maneuvered among various wealthy businessmen.

Liu Jialing's cleverness lay in knowing whom she could provoke and whom she couldn't.

If it were Ye Jing who wanted to move against her, she would unhesitatingly accept the penalty and publicly state that it was Future Films' responsibility.

But this time, it was Zhao Fusheng who wanted to move against her.

What did that mean?

It meant that if she dared to resist, he would feel his face was lost and would unhesitatingly blacklist her.

In that case, she would receive no endorsements, no contracts in the country, and no film company or director would risk angering Zhao Fusheng to give her a chance.

Liu Jialing was no fool; she knew that if she behaved well and obeyed this time, Zhao Fusheng would do nothing to her. But if she dared to oppose him, she would face a dead end.

Such was the power of wealth, such was the influence of the rich.

Just like in Hong Kong, whether it was Shark-Tan Tung, Li the Superman, or the now-low-profile Wu and Li families, if one of them was dissatisfied, they could easily deal with a famous star in Hong Kong.

The reason was simple: in the end, stars were just entertainers.

Entertainers, though now sounding high-end and classy, were considered lowly actors in old society.

Why did those actresses desperately flatter the wealthy, desperately seduce rich businessmen, wanting to marry them, even willing to be mistresses? In essence, wasn't it to elevate their status and enjoy wealth and luxury?

Liu Jialing was also human, and a clever woman at that. She naturally knew whom she could afford to provoke and whom she couldn't.

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...

Liu Jialing was a clever person who knew whom she could provoke and whom she couldn't.

But Ge Meng was clearly not.

She never expected that this woman would actually shift the blame onto herself.

Not long after the media exposed Li Tiantian's gun injury case, new news quickly emerged. Someone revealed that Li Tiantian's so-called fight that day was actually because he and his companion had acted bravely to save a waitress who was being harassed.

On that day, the ones harassing the woman were naturally Zhang Qian and Zhao Fusheng.

Although their names were unknown at the time, the newspapers didn't hesitate to portray Zhao Fusheng and Zhang Qian as heinous criminals.

'So, I'm being slandered?'

Zhao Fusheng looked helplessly at Zheng Yao, who was already laughing uncontrollably, almost clutching her stomach.

'Hahaha... Let me laugh a bit more... Haha... Sorry...'

Zheng Yao laughed as she waved at Zhao Fusheng: 'To be honest, I've never met anyone so stupid.'

She meant it. In Zheng Yao's view, Ge Meng's best choice at this moment was not to splash dirty water on Zhao Fusheng and Zhang Qian, but to let the matter rest.

But this woman actually wanted to divert the trouble. She didn't know if she was truly an idiot or if someone had given her bad advice to set her up.

Zhao Fusheng didn't care about that. He waved his hand and said, 'Have someone issue a statement. If this drags on, it will be bad for us.'

He knew very well that when it came to matters affecting his reputation, whether true or false, it was best not to delay too long.

'I understand. I'll arrange it right away.'

Zheng Yao nodded. She naturally understood what Zhao Fusheng meant. Indeed, as he said, if this dragged on too long, it would harm the reputation of Zhao Fusheng and the Future Group.

After all, a good deed of bravery being portrayed as a fight was bad enough. If Zhao Fusheng and Zhang Qian's identities weren't discovered, fine. But as things developed, within a few days, their identities would be found out, and then public pressure would certainly damage the Future Group's reputation.

Neither Zheng Yao nor Zhao Fusheng wanted to see that result.

'Also, the charity gala must be grand!'

Zhao Fusheng thought of something and said seriously to Zheng Yao: 'Especially the crew of Bullet. Have them all come back. Also, if any students from the schools we built in Xichuan over the years are willing to come, try to bring them as well, understand?'

'Okay.'

Although she didn't understand Zhao Fusheng's intention, Zheng Yao still nodded and agreed.

Zhao Fusheng knew that his actions might seem inexplicable, but he really didn't know what else to do. This was all he could do.

The rest was up to fate.

Leaving fate to heaven sounded like a very foolish thing.

But Zhao Fusheng had no choice now, because he had no other way.

He couldn't go around telling everyone that Xichuan might have an earthquake. If this news spread from him, whether it happened or not, he would bear considerable responsibility.

He couldn't bear that burden.

And he truly dared not.

So Zhao Fusheng could only choose this approach.

Although Zheng Yao didn't know what Zhao Fusheng was doing, their relationship was such that if Zhao Fusheng asked, she would certainly comply.

They exchanged a few more words, and then Zheng Yao got up to leave.

Zhao Fusheng sat in his office, silent for a long time.

Originally, his mood had been good. The matters of Li Tiantian and Liu Jialing had alleviated some of his gloom.

But then, thinking about what was about to happen in Xichuan, his mood soured again.

This emotion remained evident even after he left the company and returned home.

'What's wrong? Is there something at the company?'

When Zhao Fusheng came home in low spirits, Fan Baobao asked, puzzled.

Although she couldn't guess exactly what was bothering him, her intuition told her that something was on his mind.

Zhao Fusheng smiled bitterly: 'It's not the company. It's something else.'

'Something else?'

Fan Baobao frowned: 'What's wrong?'

If it were about the company, she wouldn't ask. She had always rarely inquired about Future Group matters, knowing she wasn't cut out for business. Even if she asked, she could hardly offer useful advice.

But since Zhao Fusheng said it wasn't about the company, as his wife, Fan Baobao felt it was necessary to help ease his distress.