Chapter 1921 Worry

The biggest difference between an insider and an outsider is that professionals do have relatively correct judgments in their own fields.

Just like some leaders, although they hold those positions, they don't necessarily truly understand what the industry they lead means.

In their eyes, it's just a way to get promoted.

And Jiang Wen is undoubtedly the most professional person.

When it comes to judging the quality of a TV series, he is undoubtedly more discerning than those leaders at CCTV.

In Jiang Wen's view, even if the ratings for 'Wulin' might not explode, it would at least yield a decent result. In other words, this show would definitely give those people at CCTV a big surprise.

"You bastard, did you plan to screw those guys all along?"

Jiang Wen said to Zhao Fusheng.

He knew Zhao Fusheng's character too well. If he hadn't planned to screw them over, Zhao Fusheng wouldn't have directly agreed to CCTV's price-cutting behavior.

Under these circumstances, there was only one explanation.

That was, from the very beginning, Zhao Fusheng intended to screw CCTV.

"You can't say that."

Hearing Jiang Wen's words, Zhao Fusheng laughed: "If they had made a proper offer from the start, I certainly wouldn't do anything to screw over a partner."

Then, with a hint of mockery in his voice, he said: "You know me, I've always had business ethics."

Jiang Wen was stunned for a moment. Thinking it over, it really was true. Zhao Fusheng, despite his deep scheming, had one trait: he was always lenient with those who cooperated with him sincerely.

Or rather, Zhao Fusheng's principle had always been: respect me an inch, I'll respect you a foot.

Only those who truly offended him or tried to scheme against him became targets of Zhao Fusheng's calculations.

Just like those leaders at CCTV. If they had offered a normal price for the first-run broadcast rights and arranged a proper airtime, instead of trying to take advantage of Future Films, perhaps this time they could have made a fortune.

But unfortunately, people are greedy.

And this greed naturally became a death warrant.

"You..."

Old Jiang shook his head helplessly, not knowing what to say.

He also knew that from a business perspective, Zhao Fusheng's choice wasn't wrong, but honestly, this Zhao Fusheng was completely different from the one in his memory.

Zhao Fusheng smiled: "Don't worry about it. Finish up over there and come back soon. Rest at home first, then attend the charity gala."

"Okay, I understand." Jiang Wen nodded and hung up the phone.

...

...

Putting down the phone, Zhao Fusheng revealed a smile. Old Jiang was actually right.

He had deliberately intended to screw CCTV.

To be honest, Zhao Fusheng had no good feelings toward CCTV.

Or more precisely, he had great respect for the name, but for some people working in that unit, he had no respect at all.

What was there to respect about a group that only knew how to fight for power and profit, putting personal interests above national interests?

The profession of journalism, reporting the truth and exposing facts, is indeed worthy of respect.

But if those engaged in this profession act in ways inconsistent with their profession, there's no need to keep putting them on a pedestal.

Now, everything was ready except for the east wind. Zhao Fusheng was increasingly looking forward to seeing what would happen after the show aired.

Of course, that wasn't his main concern now. His main concern was still the big event about to happen.

He had made all the preparations he could. What would become of things in the end was up to fate.

But recently, Zhao Fusheng's mood had indeed been somewhat unusual, and those around him had noticed it.

"Are you too tired?"

Fan Baobao looked at Zhao Fusheng with some concern.

Although Zhao Fusheng didn't show it deliberately, familiar people could still feel that he seemed very exhausted lately, constantly reading documents, as if he was very busy.

Honestly, they rarely saw Zhao Fusheng like this.

"What's wrong?"

Hearing Fan Baobao's words, Zhao Fusheng asked curiously.

"Just that you look too tired."

Fan Baobao said with a bitter smile: "Zheng Yao and the others are here. You trust them with company matters, so there's no need to exhaust yourself all day."

"I know, don't worry."

Zhao Fusheng nodded, patted Fan Baobao's hand, and said nothing more.

He also knew that he was too anxious now.

But the problem was, that feeling was really uncomfortable.

You know something is going to happen, and it's going to cause a lot of damage, but you can't say it out loud. To be honest, Zhao Fusheng felt he was already pretty lucky not to have gone crazy.

"I want to go out and clear my head."

Zhao Fusheng thought for a moment, then said to Fan Baobao.

"Clear your head?"

Fan Baobao was taken aback, then nodded: "Sure, take Zhang Qian with you. He doesn't have anything to do lately anyway."

Her thinking was simple: Zhao Fusheng's situation couldn't afford any problems. He was tied to too many people and families, so no matter what, he had to maintain a cheerful mood.

Since that was the case, she might as well let him do as he said, go out to clear his head and relax a bit.

But he still had to have someone with him, after all, his status was different now. If anything went wrong, no one could bear that responsibility.

Hearing Fan Baobao's words, Zhao Fusheng gave a helpless smile.

To be honest, he kind of missed the old days.

Back then, he wasn't some rich man, just a young man starting a business in the capital, and he didn't need a bunch of bodyguards following him everywhere.

Because no one knew who he was, and he didn't have to worry about anyone coming after him—it wasn't worth it.

But now, wherever he went, a crowd of people followed. To be honest, the feeling of being surrounded was impressive, but having someone tailing you no matter what you did wasn't very comfortable either.

People were probably just being fussy.

In the end, Zhao Fusheng came to that conclusion.

After all, this was the life he had pursued with all his heart.

……

……

In the end, Zhao Fusheng still went out, with the motorcade and Zhang Qian still by his side.

But he didn't leave the capital; instead, he wandered around nearby.

"Is there any place for entertainment?"

Zhao Fusheng sat in the car and asked Zhang Qian.

"Entertainment?"

Zhang Qian frowned: "What kind of entertainment?"

Clearly, the guy had no idea what Zhao Fusheng meant.

"Fine, asking you is like asking a brick wall."

Zhao Fusheng shook his head in exasperation, thinking to himself that he was stupid for asking Zhang Qian that question.

After work, this guy probably either went to the gym to work out or went home to watch TV and sleep. There was no way he went out.

Zhang Qian grinned sheepishly and said nothing.

He was that kind of person.

In Zhang Qian's world, entertainment meant watching TV and sleeping at home. Going out for social events didn't exist.

Even when he was in charge of Future Security, he left the socializing to his subordinates.

If someone invited him for a drink, his reply was that as a security professional, he had to stay sober at all times, otherwise how could he guarantee the client's safety?

You had to admit, that reason was solid—so solid that no one could argue with him.

After thinking it over, Zhao Fusheng dialed Xue Yuanfang's number.

"Any fun places lately?"

Zhao Fusheng didn't waste words and got straight to the point.

"Fun places?"

Xue Yuanfang was startled by Zhao Fusheng's question, a bit puzzled: "What kind of fun places?"

Then he chuckled slyly: "You're not thinking of..."

Clearly, his mind had gone to the gutter.

"Get lost."

Zhao Fusheng said irritably: "I'm in a bad mood, just looking for a place to have some fun."

"That's easy."

Xue Yuanfang was obviously joking; he knew Zhao Fusheng wasn't that kind of person: "Go listen to some crosstalk."

Crosstalk?

Zhao Fusheng was taken aback, then nodded: "Okay, recommend a place for me."

"There's a theater near Beijing Exhibition Center. Do you know Deyun Society? The boss is Guo Degang, pretty interesting." Xue Yuanfang introduced to Zhao Fusheng.

"Deyun Society?"

Zhao Fusheng was a bit surprised, then laughed and nodded: "Alright, I got it."

He really hadn't expected Xue Yuanfang to recommend that place.