Chapter 2122: Who Is It?

"What, you think this is bad?"

Zhao Fusheng, not appearing surprised by Dong Chenxi's anxiety, smiled and said to her, "Don't tell me you don't trust those Disney people."

"Pah!"

Dong Chenxi said irritably, "Do I not trust them? I simply don't believe a single word those Americans say!"

Then she said to Zhao Fusheng, "There has to be a reason."

As an investor, she didn't mind cooperating with anyone, but Disney had been on the verge of successfully acquiring Marvel when Zhao Fusheng stopped it, and now he wanted to take the initiative to cooperate with Marvel—what was going on?

Dong Chenxi felt she needed an answer.

Then she was left speechless.

Because Zhao Fusheng told her plainly, "Because it better serves our interests."

Well...

Dong Chenxi had to admit that the reason was compelling, leaving her with nothing to say.

"Alright, stop overthinking."

Zhao Fusheng smiled and said to Dong Chenxi, "This matter isn't as simple as you think. Disney has more power here in the US than we do, and do you really think we can manage a company across the Pacific Ocean well?"

Dong Chenxi fell silent.

Although she no longer managed Future Films, as one of its founders, she knew well that running a film company required more than just money.

More importantly, you had to industrialize your film production process into a system.

For example, was the quality of Hollywood scripts really that high?

Didn't we have good scripts back home?

The answer was, of course, no.

But why did the whole world believe that Hollywood's film production standards were the highest?

The reason was simple: they had turned filmmaking into a systematic process, an industry that could be called film industrialization.

In China, and in other parts of the world, our production still had various shortcomings.

These were areas that needed improvement, after all, we had been developing for a shorter time.

...

With Dong Chenxi convinced, Zhao Fusheng naturally didn't need to explain further to Zheng Yao and the others.

But such a large transaction definitely needed to be communicated to the company.

However, that was Liu Yiming's problem to handle; Zhao Fusheng himself planned to rest.

There was no helping it—running around these past few days had exhausted him. Now that he had a chance to rest, only a fool would pass it up.

Since he was in Los Angeles, Zhao Fusheng decided to call Scarlett Johansson and Robert Downey Jr. separately to arrange meetings.

...

New York.

Scarlett Johansson was shooting a pictorial. Though she wasn't at the top of the film world, she had made a name for herself in the fashion circle as a literary goddess.

Many media outlets and magazines invited her for pictorials.

Today, it was the second-largest media outlet in the US that was shooting her.

"Scarlett, your phone."

Just then, her longtime agent walked over with the phone.

Everyone was startled, and the photographer frowned in displeasure.

By the rules, the agent's action disrupted the shoot, which was very unprofessional.

Scarlett Johansson furrowed her brows and looked at her agent, "Viya, you'd better have an explanation."

Her assistant agent, Viya, assigned by the company and fresh out of Ivy League, felt intimidated under everyone's gaze, knowing Scarlett's usual strictness.

Still, she said cautiously, "It's a Mr. Zhao from China. He said he's waiting for you in Los Angeles."

"What?"

"A Chinese?"

The staff exchanged bewildered looks.

But Scarlett Johansson immediately stood up.

She strode quickly to Viya and grabbed the phone, only to find it had been hung up.

"What happened?" Scarlett Johansson asked Viya.

Viya quickly replied, "He heard you were shooting and hung up. He just said he's in LA and just met with Bob Iger."

Bob Iger?

Those quick on the uptake immediately thought of something, their expressions changing.

But Scarlett Johansson didn't care about that. Without a word, she turned to the photographer, "I'm sorry, sir, I need to leave immediately. If you're willing to wait, you can shoot when I return from LA. If not, I'll accept the penalty for breach of contract. But I'm truly sorry—I have something very important that requires me to go to LA right now. Sorry!"

With that, she walked straight out, still wearing the pictorial outfit.

Viya dared not delay, quickly grabbing her things and following behind, leaving everyone bewildered.

"What... what's going on?"

"Yeah, she just left like that?"

"God! Is she crazy?"

"Who does she think she is?"

The staff were dumbfounded, staring at the scene, completely unable to understand if Scarlett Johansson had lost her mind, abandoning the second-largest media outlet in the US.

Wasn't she afraid of being blacklisted?

But then people noticed that the 'abandoned' photographer didn't seem angry; instead, he looked thoughtful.

"Sir, you..." An assistant immediately approached, concerned.

"It's nothing."

The photographer frowned and muttered to himself, "A Chinese? Looks like it's him."

"What's wrong?"

Someone nearby asked curiously.

Clearly, they didn't understand why the photographer was acting this way.

The man smiled, "Have you forgotten? Legend has it that Scarlett Johansson is in love with a mysterious Chinese billionaire."

"Ah?"

Everyone was stunned, and they all fell into deep speculation.

...

...

Compared to the speculation around Scarlett Johansson, things were simpler with Robert Downey Jr.

When he received Zhao Fusheng's call, he was fishing by the beach in Miami. Without a second thought, he agreed.

After hanging up, Robert Downey Jr. called his wife.

"Honey, I need to go to LA immediately."

Robert Downey Jr. said to Susan.

"What's wrong?"

His wife was surprised to get his call, thinking something had happened.

"Zhao is in LA. I need to meet him now."

Robert Downey Jr. told his wife.

"Really? Does that gentleman have some new idea?" Susan, being a scholar, quickly caught on and asked her husband.

"I'm not sure."

Robert Downey Jr. shrugged, "You know, that Chinese magician never lets anyone guess what he's thinking."

Susan smiled, but had to admit her husband was right.

As one of the most powerful people in the world, that gentleman was indeed an inscrutable figure.

But that didn't really matter to them, because whatever Zhao Fusheng wanted to do, they couldn't stop or see through.

That was another way of interpreting self-awareness.