Chapter 2077 Inviting Pan Guangming

Beijing Film Studio shooting base.

Although it wasn't his first time here, Zhao Fusheng still found everything around him fresh.

He was that kind of person—didn't like crowds, but liked to watch.

Or to be more precise, he liked to observe.

"Sis, the person you're looking for is filming here?" Zhao Fusheng asked Yu Feihong curiously as they walked.

"Mm."

Yu Feihong nodded: "I asked around; he has a cameo here today."

"Alright."

Zhao Fusheng was baffled. In his mind, there was no need to come here to see that person.

No matter how famous the artist, sending a message would suffice.

Why did Yu Feihong have to make the trip herself?

"I knew I shouldn't have brought you."

Yu Feihong glanced at Zhao Fusheng helplessly.

Zhao Fusheng looked innocent.

He was wronged too!

The siblings walked in front, followed by Liu Yiming and Yu Feihong's assistant, and then, well, a group of bodyguards.

It was like a leadership inspection.

Wherever they passed, everyone around stared at them with strange looks.

"I can't help it. Zhang Qian is terrified something will happen to me now." Zhao Fusheng said to Yu Feihong as they walked.

"I know."

Yu Feihong nodded: "Don't blame him. He's doing it for your own good. After all, your status is different now. If something really happened, no one could bear the responsibility."

That was true. Zhao Fusheng's wealth was so great now that tens of thousands of employees depended on him for their livelihoods. If something went wrong, who would take responsibility?

No wonder Zhang Qian was so cautious.

"I know."

Seeing that Yu Feihong was about to start nagging, Zhao Fusheng quickly conceded.

As he spoke, he asked Yu Feihong: "By the way, who are you meeting?"

"There, it's him."

Yu Feihong pointed to a figure not far away.

Zhao Fusheng was stunned when he saw the person.

"It's him?"

Standing not far away was a man in his early thirties, with a strong scholarly air, looking more like an intellectual than an actor.

"You know him?"

Seeing Zhao Fusheng's reaction, Yu Feihong asked in surprise.

"I've seen his work."

Zhao Fusheng smiled: "Pan Guangming, a popular young actor. Of course I know him."

That was true. Pan Guangming, who didn't graduate from a professional school, was at the height of his popularity, starring in several hit TV dramas. The term "cream puff" seemed tailor-made for him.

And in Zhao Fusheng's memory, Pan Guangming seemed to marry a beautiful wife a few years later, have a son, and then came the kind of messy public drama the entertainment industry loves.

The couple's relationship soured, the wife played the victim, and in media reports, Pan Guangming was portrayed as a wife-beating, gambling scumbag.

Then came the divorce announcement. Pan Guangming was vilified by the public and completely finished.

But not long after, the media revealed more.

Pan Guangming's ex-wife had cheated during their marriage, and videos were leaked.

Although Old Pan's reputation was restored, he was already finished in the industry. Years later, he made a comeback with a web series.

What truly made Zhao Fusheng respect him was that throughout the entire ordeal, Pan Guangming never defended himself.

Only when it involved his family did he sue the ex-wife's agent—and won.

And years later, even after his comeback, even when his ex-wife Dong Bailian took their son on variety shows, he never said a bad word about her.

Even though everyone knew she was a white lotus.

For that alone, Zhao Fusheng admired him.

Not to mention his acting skills were solid and his professional level was good.

Now, Pan Guangming wasn't that weathered middle-aged man; he was still a promising cream puff.

"So?"

Yu Feihong suddenly asked Zhao Fusheng.

"So what?"

Zhao Fusheng was puzzled.

"I mean, what do you think of Pan Guangming? Should we sign him?" Yu Feihong said with a smile. "I've checked—his previous agency was acquired by Huayi, and now he's working independently."

Clearly, Yu Feihong had done her homework on Pan Guangming's current situation; otherwise, she wouldn't be so well-informed.

Zhao Fusheng thought for a moment and nodded: "Sure, you negotiate with him."

Then he smiled: "I think it's better if I pretend to be your assistant."

"Fine."

Yu Feihong naturally had no objection.

She knew Zhao Fusheng wasn't fond of such things.

Moreover, given his status, if he came to discuss this with Pan Guangming, it would be like using a sledgehammer to crack a nut.

"Talk here?"

Zhao Fusheng asked Yu Feihong.

"Forget it, take the others and wait for me outside."

Yu Feihong was exasperated. Zhao Fusheng was just here to cause trouble.

Zhao Fusheng chuckled and left with the others.

...

...

Half an hour later, he saw Yu Feihong and Pan Guangming walk out of the set, chatting and laughing.

"Miss Yu seems in a good mood."

Liu Yiming muttered quietly beside Zhao Fusheng.

"No kidding, I can see that."

Zhao Fusheng shot him a look: "Watch it, you and I are both assistants."

"Assistants..."

Liu Yiming was taken aback, then pursed his lips but wisely didn't expose his boss.

Nonsense!

Have you ever seen an assistant who goes out with a dozen bodyguards?

But since the boss was in a good mood and wanted to play along, as his assistant, he naturally had to go along with the act.

Whether the act succeeded or not, did it matter?

"Honestly, I didn't expect Sister Yu to come in person." Pan Guangming said with a smile as he walked.

He had been quite startled to see Yu Feihong on set.

They were close in age—Yu Feihong was three years older than Pan Guangming—but she had become famous earlier. And now, everyone in the entertainment industry knew her status.

She had already transitioned from artist to manager.

As the deputy general manager of Future Film and Television, that alone signified a change in status.

Moreover, Pan Guangming had heard about Yu Feihong's relationship with Zhao Fusheng, the chairman of Future Group, the financial backer behind Future Film and Television.

Under these circumstances, Yu Feihong coming to see him in person was overwhelming.

So when Yu Feihong asked if they could talk, Pan Guangming readily agreed.

"Heh, you're too kind." Yu Feihong waved her hand and said to Pan Guangming, "I happened to be passing by, and yesterday I heard you had a role here, so I came to check it out."

Smooth talk—anyone could do it.

Pan Guangming smiled without a word. Since she was being so polite, he naturally wouldn't be ungrateful.

"Let me treat you to lunch?"

Pan Guangming said to Yu Feihong.

Yu Feihong shook her head: "I just had lunch. The company has a movie about to be released, and the main crew had a meeting."

"Then let's just chat here." Pan Guangming thought for a moment and said to Yu Feihong.

One doesn't visit the temple without a reason. Since she had come to him, she must have something to discuss.

As for the claim of being "passing by," he wasn't a newcomer, so he didn't take it seriously.

Speaking of which, Pan Guangming's background was quite interesting.

He was from the capital, growing up in a hutong near Dazhalan in the Xicheng District. The name Guangming was one he chose for himself at thirteen; Guang came from his father being from Guangdong Province, and Ming meant he hoped to be upright and honorable in the world.

And he had truly lived up to that.

Influenced by his family, Pan Guangming studied calligraphy and painting from a young age and won many competition awards. After being recommended to a key middle school, he hosted the children's TV program "Seven Colors Light" on Beijing TV. He was also a reporter for the school news station, published articles in newspapers, and wrote scripts.

In 1995, filming affected his studies, and he failed to meet the cultural course requirements, failing the Beijing Film Academy entrance exam and losing the chance for special admission to the Central Academy of Drama. After that, he worked as a script supervisor, production assistant, and advertising agency salesperson.

In 1996, he gave up opportunities at the Shanghai Theatre Academy and studying abroad, planning to switch to behind-the-scenes production, and was admitted to the Film and Television Production program at the Art Department of Capital Normal University.

Starting in 1999, Pan Guangming began appearing frequently in films and TV dramas, and in recent years, with several hit TV series he starred in, he officially entered the ranks of top-tier young actors.

That's probably fate.

Some people may not have professional training, but they can still become famous.

Similarly, some people, no matter how hard they try, just don't have the luck to become stars.

Especially in show business.

For someone like Pan Guangming, it's basically the ancestors rewarding him with a meal ticket.

Talent is something that hard work sometimes can't explain.

Every year, tens of thousands of students graduate from drama schools in China, but not many actually become stars or work in the industry.

That's a fact, though many people overlook it.

The entertainment industry has buried too many people.

Luck, talent, even family background—all become factors in whether one succeeds in showbiz.

Sometimes it's laughable to think about.

"Xiao Pan, you're working independently now, right?"

Yu Feihong didn't beat around the bush and asked Pan Guangming directly.

At a time like this, there was no need to dance around the issue; just speak plainly.

Pan Guangming was taken aback, then nodded: "Yes, Sister Yu. What do you mean?"

"How about joining our company?"

Yu Feihong smiled and said to Pan Guangming, "I know your original agency was acquired by Huayi, but you didn't join them."

"Mm."

Pan Guangming nodded: "I thought about it at the time. I'm quite picky about scripts. If I signed with an agency, they'd tell me what to act in, and I'd have to do it."

Yu Feihong was a bit surprised; she hadn't expected him to have that habit.

But then she laughed.

What was that? In Future Film and Television, weren't there plenty of weirdos with strange quirks?