Chapter 2091: Now That's a Big Shot

Many people do not have a clear understanding of the power of wealth.

But Zhao Fusheng actually knew it well.

What a person can do once their wealth reaches a certain level.

For example, Ma Xiaoyun, who clearly knows nothing about conducting, can still stand on stage and direct an orchestra.

And the orchestra members had long received notice from their conductor:

"Try not to look at him; no matter what he does, you can ignore it and just play as usual. This sponsorship is very important to the troupe..."

That's reality.

This time was no different. Clearly, that Representative Cui should have recognized him.

Since he was from CJ Group, Zhao Fusheng didn't even bother to teach him a lesson; just told him to get lost.

If he dared to say another superfluous word, he'd be put in his place in no time.

And those around Zhao Fusheng were all dumbfounded.

Including Zheng Xiaolong!

"What, what's going on?" someone who had just arrived at the door asked, puzzled, watching Representative Cui and Director Liu's group slink away.

"It's like this..."

Someone immediately began explaining to them.

Chinese people love to watch a spectacle. No matter what kind of excitement, even if someone is jumping off a building, the busybodies in China will gather in a big crowd, and there are always idiots who take photos and post them on social media.

Let alone something like this.

Just moments ago, when Zheng Xiaolong and Representative Cui were confronting each other, quite a few people had already gathered at the restaurant entrance.

But no one expected the whole affair to end like this.

Originally, they thought either a big fight would break out, or each side would show their prowess, surely stirring up a bloody storm.

But Zhao Fusheng just came out for a moment, said a few words, and that Korean who had been so arrogant just moments ago immediately knelt!

Not only that, he even took the initiative to apologize, then slunk away without any hesitation or resistance.

What does this mean?

Convinced?

Chickened out?

This is too absurd, isn't it?

Who was that 'I'm the greatest in the world' act for just now?

But Zhao Fusheng didn't take it to heart at all and went straight upstairs.

"What's wrong?"

Back upstairs, Jiang Wen asked curiously.

"Nothing."

Zhao Fusheng shook his head: "A Korean guy, I sent him packing."

"Oh."

Old Jiang didn't think much of it; he nodded and didn't ask further.

A moment later, Zheng Xiaolong and the others came upstairs. Zheng Xiaolong returned to his seat, raised his glass to Zhao Fusheng, and said, "Chairman Zhao, thank you so much just now."

Zhao Fusheng waved his hand: "You're welcome, it was nothing."

"Are you sure there's no problem?"

At this point, Yu Feihong had learned the details from others and asked Zhao Fusheng with some concern.

Zhao Fusheng smiled: "Really, it's fine."

If someone else had asked, he wouldn't have needed to explain, but since Yu Feihong asked, he certainly had to give Sister Feihong an explanation.

With that in mind, Zhao Fusheng said, "He's a subordinate of CJ Group, probably a mid-level manager who has seen me."

"Then it should be fine."

Yu Feihong had only come to understand how big Zhao Fusheng's business was in Korea after getting involved in the management of Future Film and Television and learning about the joint training program between Future Film and S.M. Entertainment.

But even so, she knew that his status there was really high.

After all, when he went to Korea, even the Samsung chairman was alerted.

"Don't worry, Director Zheng."

Zhao Fusheng smiled at Zheng Xiaolong, who was still a bit concerned: "I hold some shares in CJ Group. When I went to Korea to discuss business before, I met with their chairman, Lee Jae-hyun. That representative must have seen me and known my identity, which is why he left."

"I see."

Zheng Xiaolong suddenly understood and thanked Zhao Fusheng again.

After all, he knew that if it weren't for Zhao Fusheng today, he would have lost face.

Zhao Fusheng, however, didn't mind at all; this really wasn't a big deal.

In his eyes, dealing with a Korean was nothing.

Representative Cui should be grateful that he was merely arrogant and hadn't done anything else; otherwise, in Zhao Fusheng's view, kneeling wouldn't have been enough to settle the matter.

Such a dinner party was naturally lively.

Soon, people came up to toast Zheng Xiaolong.

Of course, whether it was to celebrate the birthday star or to get acquainted with some big shot remained unknown.

But overall, the dinner was lively and quite interesting.

Zhao Fusheng watched the comings and goings and found it amusing.

During the event, he even exchanged a few words with Wang Shuo and Xu Jinglei.

It must be said that Old Xu was quite skilled; even after breaking up with Wang Shuo, she remained the white moonlight in the hearts of the Beijing circle's big shots.

Speaking of which, the goddess of the Beijing circle had never had anything to do with the so-called princess.

From the earliest Yu Feihong, to later Old Xu, and then to a certain actress who starred in "Ode to Joy," this was an open secret.

Of course, Yu Feihong had long since left the circle of so-called Beijing circle goddesses.

Her status was such that even the most powerful figures in the entertainment industry dared not act presumptuously before her, because everyone knew she had an extremely close personal friendship with Zhao Fusheng, akin to that of siblings.

No matter how impressive a Beijing circle goddess was, she still needed the support of big shots.

But Yu Feihong had now reached a level where she no longer needed others' support; instead, she decided which future film and television projects to promote.

It was impossible to say no one was envious of this shift in status.

But there was no helping it; she was lucky enough to have met Zhao Fusheng.

Sometimes, it must be said that fate, especially luck, is often an advantage.

Many people even thought that if they were Jiang Wen, Yu Feihong, or Wang Qiang, they would have had a different development today.

But they selectively forgot that when Zhao Fusheng first met these people, he was not yet the big shot worth tens of billions he was today.

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After sitting for a while longer, Zhao Fusheng grew bored. Seeing that it was about time, and since Yu Feihong was leaving, he followed her out.

Zheng Xiaolong and the others saw him to the door, and then Zhao Fusheng left.

Sitting in Yu Feihong's car, Zhao Fusheng smiled. "It was actually quite fun."

"What's fun?"

Yu Feihong was a bit puzzled, not understanding what Zhao Fusheng meant.

"I just find these celebrities quite interesting."

Zhao Fusheng said with a smile.

"You..."

Yu Feihong rolled her eyes. Zhao Fusheng always liked to mutter to himself like this.

"The entertainment industry isn't easy these days," Yu Feihong thought for a moment and said to Zhao Fusheng. "Future Film and Television has you, so there's no worry about funding shortages. Look at companies like Huayi and Guangxian; they all tread carefully, afraid that one wrong step will lead to disaster."

Zhao Fusheng nodded. He understood what Yu Feihong meant.

The film and television industry was indeed like that; the investment cycle was too long, and while the returns were not low, the payback period was completely uncertain.

If you happened to run into an unreliable director or script, it was even more unbearable.

Back then, Xingmei was bled dry by Peter Chan.

Speaking of which, Peter Chan might be a good director, but he was definitely not a good collaborator.

Or to put it bluntly, among the so-called big directors from Hong Kong, there were actually very few truly outstanding ones.

Most of them were just thinking about using mainland funds and personnel.

Only those clueless, foolish investors would treat these people like ancestors, listening to everything they said, only to produce something nonsensical that bombed at the box office.

But by then, the directors had already made their money, and the investors were left to bear the losses.

From this perspective, Zhao Fusheng really had no good feelings for those so-called directors with artistic pursuits.

If you pursue art, go make art films, make award-winning films.

But making commercial films while playing tricks, raking in money yourself, and then turning around to screw over investors—what kind of behavior is that?

"By the way, when do you have time? Come stay on the island for a while; it's really comfortable," Zhao Fusheng said to Yu Feihong with a smile.

"Is it that good?"

Yu Feihong was taken aback, then said, "The baby also called and told me to come. You both say the same thing. You're not planning to have me babysit, are you?"

Zhao Fusheng was momentarily speechless. This sister had learned to be bad, actually thinking of him as so cunning.

Zhao Fusheng decided that later he would have Ye Jing give Yu Feihong more work to keep her busy for a while.