Chapter 2168: Good News

Zhao Fusheng respected Jiang Wen's work ethic.

But to work like Old Jiang, to be honest, Zhao Fusheng really couldn't do it.

He had a clear understanding of himself.

In Zhao Fusheng's dictionary, life was meant to be enjoyed, not to realize ideals.

At least, that was the case now.

"You men."

Hearing Zhao Fusheng's words, Yu Feihong shot him a glare, clearly quite displeased.

Zhao Fusheng smiled but said nothing more.

Arguing with a woman was undoubtedly a foolish thing to do; he wouldn't do it.

That said, when leaving the company, Zhao Fusheng still called Ye Jing.

"Go check on Old Jiang."

Zhao Fusheng said to Ye Jing.

"Him?"

Ye Jing was startled, then laughed: "What, Feihong told you, didn't she?"

"Mm."

Zhao Fusheng nodded: "Go see him, tell him it's my idea—don't let him work too hard. We can't have the director hospitalized before the movie premieres; I won't reimburse the medical bills then."

"Alright, alright, I get it."

Ye Jing laughed heartily at that, but still agreed.

As friends for so many years, he naturally understood that everyone meant well for Jiang Wen.

…

Leaving Future Film, Zhao Fusheng sat in the car, thought for a moment, and said to Liu Yiming: "Let's go check out Future Tech."

"Okay."

Liu Yiming quickly nodded.

The convoy soon headed toward Future Tech.

Since Zhao Fusheng was now in the country, he couldn't be as relaxed as he was abroad, so he always went out with a large security team.

Plus the secretarial team led by Liu Yiming, there were six black cars in total.

Driving on the road, it was quite a spectacle.

At first, Zhao Fusheng worried it might be too flashy.

But gradually, he got used to it.

"Chairman, why is the capital getting more and more congested?"

After another traffic jam ahead, Liu Yiming asked Zhao Fusheng helplessly.

Zhao Fusheng laughed heartily. He wanted to tell Liu Yiming that soon the capital would implement odd-even license plate restrictions because there were too many cars in the city.

That said, this was an inevitable process in the development of a modern metropolis.

Like the legendary foggy London.

Many people always like to criticize everything from a moral high ground. For instance, a so-called journalist with a conscience from CCTV even made a public service film, targeting China's heavy industry pollution.

"Under the Dome"—the title seemed nice, and the content made a big deal about industrial pollution, as if the world's pollution were all caused by China's industrial development.

But in reality?

Attributing blackened lung lymph nodes to air pollution deliberately guided public sentiment.

Was that what a journalist should do?

No matter who, wanting to be a whore while setting up a chastity arch would inevitably be despised.

"This city's development will only get faster."

Zhao Fusheng smiled and casually said to Liu Yiming: "Maybe one day, we'll feel like we want to suffocate here."

"Huh?"

Liu Yiming was startled.

Clearly, he didn't understand what Zhao Fusheng meant.

But Zhao Fusheng said nothing more.

After waiting a while, the convoy slowly started moving.

Then, a few minutes later, it jammed again.

This time, the jam lasted a long time—a full hour, and they still hadn't moved.

"This won't do."

Stuck like this, everyone was getting anxious. Zhao Fusheng himself slightly regretted it; he might as well not have gone.

Now it had turned into such a hassle.

"Chairman, maybe we should walk?"

Liu Yiming asked Zhao Fusheng cautiously.

Walk?

Zhao Fusheng's eyes widened: "Do you know how far it is? If we walk, won't it be dark by the time we get there?"

Liu Yiming fell silent.

He naturally realized he had offered a bad idea.

Time ticked by.

Finally, the road cleared.

But looking outside, it was already evening.

"Forget it, let's go back."

Zhao Fusheng sighed helplessly and said to Liu Yiming.

"Okay."

Liu Yiming barely suppressed a smile.

Not just him—anyone encountering this would feel helpless.

…

…

Back home, Zhao Fusheng suddenly remembered he hadn't picked up Fan Beibei.

"Where's Beibei?"

Zhao Fusheng asked Liu Yiming, who was about to leave.

"Uh, this morning you said Miss Beibei was going to Teacher Jiang Wen's place today, didn't you?"

Liu Yiming asked, somewhat surprised.

Blinking, Zhao Fusheng looked embarrassed.

He had genuinely forgotten.

He called Zhou Yun, and sure enough, Fan Beibei was really at her place.

"Alright, let her stay with you for a couple of days."

After a few words, Zhao Fusheng hung up.

"Chairman, would you like to rest?"

Liu Yiming asked Zhao Fusheng cautiously.

Zhao Fusheng shot the guy a glare; he naturally understood what Liu Yiming meant.

"I'm not at that stage yet." Zhao Fusheng said.

"I know, I know."

Liu Yiming quickly nodded.

Then, the guy was shooed away by Zhao Fusheng.

Sitting on the sofa, Zhao Fusheng couldn't help but laugh at himself—how old was he, worrying about such things? It was too boring.

…

…

Before long, Dong Chenxi finished her negotiations in South Korea and hurried back.

"How did it go?"

Zhao Fusheng smiled at her: "You worked hard."

"You have a conscience."

Dong Chenxi said: "At least you remembered to ask if I worked hard."

Zhao Fusheng laughed heartily: "How could I not have a conscience? Come on, tell me the specifics."

At that moment, Dong Chenxi felt the urge to resign.

This guy was really speechless.

Of course, resigning was definitely a joke.

After so many years, they all knew each other too well.

"We've basically reached an agreement."

Dong Chenxi explained to Zhao Fusheng: "The only issue now is how much funding Lee Boo-jin can raise on her end."

"What do you mean?"

Zhao Fusheng was a bit surprised—wasn't it supposed to be a collaboration? How had it turned into Lee Boo-jin raising funds independently?

There was something to Dong Chenxi's negotiation!

Seeing Zhao Fusheng's expression, Dong Chenxi was quite pleased and smiled slightly: "So, am I impressive?"

"Impressive!"

Zhao Fusheng sincerely admired: "You're really impressive!"

He was now genuinely curious about how Dong Chenxi had managed to negotiate this cooperation.