Chapter 2089: The Investor

What happens when a lion enters the territory of a pack of hounds?

It goes without saying.

Zhao Fusheng's appearance at Zheng Xiaolong's birthday banquet was undoubtedly such a scene.

Although not everyone knew his identity, the sight of artists standing up one after another to bow and greet him had already astonished the others.

"Who is that guy?"

"Yeah, look, all the artists from Xinbaoyuan are standing up."

"And those from Renyi too."

"The Jiao Zhu is also bowing."

"He's stopped..."

"Is that Wu Gang from Renyi?"

"Strange, Jiang Wen is beside him. Could he be from Future Film?"

"Impossible, Ye Jing just went up."

"No, Ye Jing is coming down."

"Ye Jing is actually very respectful too. Holy crap! Who is this?"

A group of guests were guessing all sorts of things. Luckily, the restaurant had been booked out by Zheng Xiaolong, or the journalists would have made a big deal of it.

But even so, they were dumbfounded.

What the hell was going on?

No one thought of Zhao Fusheng's identity.

Simply because, in their understanding, Zhao Fusheng was far too distant from a gathering of this level.

Can you imagine Bill Gates attending George Lucas's birthday party?

Absolutely impossible!

Just then, Yu Feihong's figure appeared at the door.

Once again drawing everyone's attention.

"Yu Feihong is here!"

"Wow, she's really beautiful."

"That dress she's wearing, isn't it Chanel?"

"I know, I know, it's Chanel's latest release, a global limited edition, not available domestically."

"Now that's a winner in life! She acts and wins Best Actress, acknowledges a screenwriter as her brother, and then becomes a billionaire. Wouldn't you say her life is complete?"

"You can say that again."

The biggest difference between women and men is that women especially like to envy their own sex.

Perhaps in their eyes, it's only right if all other women are worse off than themselves.

Then, to their astonishment, the man who had been standing there surrounded like a star, about to go upstairs, stopped.

He turned around and actually stood there waiting for Yu Feihong.

Not only that, after Yu Feihong walked over, he even gave her a hug.

"What are you doing here?"

Yu Feihong, hugged by Zhao Fusheng, asked in surprise.

"Old Jiang told me, so I came to take a look."

Zhao Fusheng smiled: "If I'd known you were coming, I would have come with you."

"Let's go up together."

"Okay."

Everyone went upstairs together, leaving behind a host of guesses downstairs.

By now, even the slowest person had figured it out.

"Wait, that's that person?"

"Who? Sis, do you know him?"

"Zhao Fusheng, the major shareholder of Future Film and chairman of Future Group."

"Who? Which Future Group?"

"The one with Future Advertising. Let me tell you, this guy is amazing. Back then, he was an ad planner..."

Immediately, gossipy people began recounting the story of Zhao Fusheng's rise to wealth—how he started an ad agency, made movies, and all that.

Naturally, they also mentioned Zhao Fusheng's childhood sweetheart wife.

"No wonder Renyi people know him; his wife is from Renyi."

"Right, right, I remember Wu Gang once directed his wife in a play. No wonder they greeted him."

"That's the bearing of a big boss."

This circle is like that—sucking up to the powerful. No one would be foolish enough to oppose a super-rich man. Instead, everyone thinks about how to catch his attention and win his favor, so that if an opportunity ever arises, he might give them a leg up.

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Upstairs in the private room, knowing Zhao Fusheng was coming, Zheng Xiaolong had reserved a separate room and personally hosted him.

Only the top big shots in the entertainment industry were qualified to sit in this room.

Even Yu Feihong, without her connection to Zhao Fusheng, wouldn't have been entitled to a seat.

"Chairman Zhao, I'm truly grateful you could come today."

After some pleasantries, everyone took their seats, and Zheng Xiaolong said very seriously.

"Director Zheng, you're too kind."

Zhao Fusheng smiled and shook his head.

Whether Zheng Xiaolong was sincere or not didn't matter to him at all.

To him, today was just about grabbing a meal. As for whether it might become fodder for someone's schemes, Zhao Fusheng didn't really care.

Whether it was Zheng Xiaolong or anyone else, they were no longer on the same level as him.

Even the Wang brothers, in Zhao Fusheng's view, didn't amount to much.

He had dealt with them before.

Although Huayi had announced its upcoming listing on the New Third Board, it had long lost its former glory.

In contrast, Guangxian Media, thanks to its cooperation with Future Film, had been developing very smoothly over the past year or so.

That was the difference.

Or rather, that was the power of money.

"Come, come, let's toast. Happy birthday, Director Zheng." Jiang Wen raised his glass with a smile.

Everyone stood up and raised their glasses to toast Zheng Xiaolong.

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While Zhao Fusheng and the others were chatting upstairs, several cars pulled up downstairs.

Leading the way was a Coaster bus.

The car stopped, and a group of people got out.

"Mr. Cui, this is the restaurant you mentioned earlier." A middle-aged man in a suit, wearing glasses and carrying a briefcase, said with a smile to the man beside him.

"Thank you."

Mr. Cui nodded, glanced at the restaurant's sign, then smiled and said in stiff English, "That's right, it's here!"

With that, he strode toward the entrance.

But just as he reached the door, he was stopped.

"Sorry, the place is booked out today." Several assistants stood in front of them, smiling.

"Director Liu, what's going on?"

Mr. Cui looked displeased and turned to the other man: "What's this? Is this how you treat investors?"

"Representative Cui, Representative Cui, don't misunderstand, don't misunderstand."

Director Liu quickly stopped Representative Cui and hurried over to the assistants.

"Who are you people? I'm from the Capital Investment Promotion Bureau. These are investors from South Korea. What's the matter with you? Are you trying to sabotage investment attraction?"

Director Liu glared at the assistants and barked.

The assistants looked at each other, completely dumbfounded.

They were just artist assistants and had never dealt with government departments. Most importantly, the other party was from the Investment Promotion Bureau. What was going on?

Could these people really be foreign investors?

At that thought, the assistants hesitated.

In recent years, China had focused on attracting foreign investment, eager for foreigners to come and set up factories, as it was indeed beneficial to the national economy.

So these Investment Promotion Bureau officials treated investors like royalty.

But the problem was, there were a bunch of celebrities inside today, and they couldn't just leave on a whim.

"Um, sorry, we really can't leave today."

The assistant said helplessly: "There are public figures inside; it's really inconvenient."

"Get your boss out here."

Director Liu frowned, too lazy to waste words with the assistant.

He was, after all, a bona fide department-level cadre. Although in the capital, one couldn't afford to offend just anyone, a bunch of celebrities meant nothing in his eyes.

Even if he offended them, so what? If he could persuade this Korean Representative Cui to invest, it would be an investment of hundreds of millions.