Chapter 2092: A Little Thought

Zhao Fusheng and Fan Baobao didn't let Yu Feihong go on vacation just for the sake of vacation.

After all, Sister Feihong was no longer young and wasn't married, so those around her were quite anxious.

When it comes to feelings, once missed, it's missed.

Just like Zhizunbao and Fairy Zixia in the movie, once missed, it's a lifetime.

In a person's life, there will always be many things missed, perhaps feelings, perhaps career.

Maybe because of quarrels, maybe because of conflicts, or because one's own habits don't match the other's, and then vows become yesterday's clouds, eventually turning into strangers.

Many years later, when we look back on the past, we might sigh: if we hadn't been so stubborn then, maybe we wouldn't have so many regrets now.

Zhao Fusheng didn't want Yu Feihong to have such regrets one day.

As someone he regarded as a sister, he hoped Yu Feihong could find a happy归宿. So after much thought, Zhao Fusheng felt that maybe Yu Feihong could get to know people outside the film and television industry.

Of course, this required a process; it couldn't be achieved overnight.

Letting Yu Feihong take a vacation was the first step. Next, Fan Baobao would take her around, and through Tan Kaixuan's connections, introduce some outstanding young men to her.

As for whether it would succeed, that depended on personal luck.

In matters of the heart, others can only provide a medium and a bridge, introducing people. How far it develops depends on how they get along.

A forced melon isn't sweet—Zhao Fusheng understood this principle.

Yu Feihong naturally didn't know any of this. Since both Zhao Fusheng and Fan Baobao told her to take a vacation and even suggested she go to Italy, Yu Feihong thought it over and nodded in agreement.

Of course, she was more eager to see Zhao Fusheng's two children than Fan Baobao.

Fan Baobao had no way around this.

After all, her charm couldn't compare to that of her son and daughter.

In a sense, she had lost to her son and daughter.

Fan Baobao admitted defeat willingly.

Those two treasures—let alone herself, even Zhao Fusheng would probably lose to them.

The most obvious example was Zhao's parents. Nowadays, they basically didn't bother much with Zhao Fusheng; their minds were entirely on the children all day long.

Actually, this was the habit of most Chinese parents. When young, their minds were on their children, hoping for sons to become dragons and daughters to become phoenixes. But after having grandchildren of the third generation, their attention would shift entirely to the third generation.

But at that time, there was no strict demands on the children, only affection.

Many children say they are especially happy with their grandparents.

Actually, the reason is that the elderly truly dote on the children, sometimes even to the point of spoiling them.

A doting mother often raises a failure. The indulgence of elders is sometimes not a good thing for a child's growth. Zhao Fusheng was also worried about this, so he instructed Fan Baobao that once the children were sensible, they must be sent to a boarding school for aristocrats.

Even if they didn't achieve great things, they had to learn how to be a person.

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What happened at Zheng Xiaolong's birthday banquet spread like wildfire in the entertainment circle.

If people only had a vague impression of the name Zhao Fusheng before, now that impression was deeper and clearer.

What surprised everyone was not the Korean who knelt, but the strong stance Zhao Fusheng showed in this matter.

That was already beyond the understanding of people in the entertainment circle.

According to bystanders at the time, that was a legitimate foreign businessman, accompanied by people, yet he was driven away just like that.

Moreover, no one came to cause trouble afterward.

What that meant was self-evident.

In other words, the other party simply didn't dare to cause trouble.

Tsk tsk!

What kind of influence was that?

He had done business abroad, even forcing foreign businessmen to quietly back down and even apologize.

Just based on that, no one in the entire Chinese entertainment circle had such power.

Zhao Fusheng, however, didn't feel much about it.

To him, it was just a simple effort.

Just a subordinate representative of CJ Group. Even if Lee Jae-hyun came, Zhao Fusheng would still teach him a lesson if needed.

On Chinese soil, one must follow Chinese rules. Otherwise, don't blame him for being impolite.

Ye Jing, on the other hand, was quite satisfied with this. At the very least, during this period, Future Film's momentum had expanded again, the promotion of Lost on the Road was growing, and the box office was climbing higher.

"If nothing unexpected happens, there's hope it will break a hundred million."

Ye Jing reported to Zhao Fusheng.

Zhao Fusheng nodded: "That's good."

After thinking for a moment, he asked with a smile: "What about Xu Shanzheng? What did he say?"

Ye Jing smiled: "What else could he say? He's practically about to come thank you in person."

This was the truth, and even then Ye Jing was holding back.

It wasn't just Xu Shanzheng; the entire Future Film, from top to bottom, was deeply grateful to Zhao Fusheng for allowing them to purchase company stock.

This was an obvious good thing—the boss giving everyone benefits.

To put it bluntly, Zhao Fusheng's approach was entirely based on his mood. Even if he did nothing, those people couldn't do anything about it.

But Zhao Fusheng just did it.

This undoubtedly made the artists feel quite pleased.

As for Xu Shanzheng and the others, needless to say, it was clear that Zhao Fusheng was elevating them. No matter how many shares they got, they were legitimate original shares, and not many in the entire company received such treatment.

When he learned the news, Xu Shanzheng was completely stunned.

He really hadn't expected it. He knew Zhao Fusheng valued him highly, but to offer such benefits?

This was even more enticing than dividends.

Even though Xu Shanzheng had seen many big-spending bosses, a move as generous as Zhao Fusheng's was a first in the entertainment industry.

The rich, indeed, are the rich.

"We still need to give the red envelopes that are due."

Zhao Fusheng smiled and continued to Ye Jing: "As for Xiao Taohong, sign her too. See what she prefers—whether to join Xu Shanzheng's studio or sign directly with the company."

"Okay."

Ye Jing nodded.

He understood Zhao Fusheng's intention: it was nothing more than luring with profit and offering sufficient benefits.

As for whether Xu Shanzheng would leave under these circumstances? That would depend on him.

If, under these conditions, he still chose to leave Future Film, then don't blame Zhao Fusheng for being unkind and secretly moving against him.

Neither Zhao Fusheng nor Ye Jing were naive do-gooders. They knew well that in the entertainment industry, being soft-hearted would inevitably lead to losses.

A goody-two-shoes undoubtedly couldn't run a film company.

In fact, whether it's a film company or any other enterprise, the same principle applies.

The saying 'kindness cannot command troops' captures this idea.

Over the years, many facts have proven that if the leader of an enterprise is soft-hearted, they can only face failure.

Zhao Fusheng certainly didn't want to see the director he had painstakingly nurtured turn around and work for another company, making money for others.

If that really happened, what would he become?

A fool making wedding clothes for others?

Just thinking about this scenario was unbearable for Zhao Fusheng.

"By the way, there's something else."

Ye Jing remembered another matter and said to Zhao Fusheng: "Regarding the film base, should we consider giving some shares to the local government?"

"It depends."

Zhao Fusheng thought for a moment: "We've secured the land, and we're contributing to local economic development. They give us preferential policies, so we invest there. Without incentives, why invest?"

"The ones in the capital and Xichuan are easy. I'm talking about other regions in the future." Ye Jing asked.

Zhao Fusheng smiled: "That's no problem. Let them contribute land as equity. If they don't put in real money, don't expect shares."

Ye Jing nodded: "That's what I was thinking too."

Both of them were well aware of the habits of some local governments. Shares couldn't be given casually.

Even if given, restrictions had to be placed on the other party.

For example, only having dividend rights, without the power to intervene in management.

To be honest, local governments in China love to meddle in the management and operations of some enterprises.

Impulsive decisions often come from certain leaders who crave achievements.

For them, political achievements are the most important. As for the interests of the enterprise—what's that? What does it have to do with them? Anyway, once their term is up, they'll leave. What does it matter to them if the enterprise suffers losses?

Zhao Fusheng certainly didn't want such a situation to arise.