Chapter 2194: Premiere Approaching

Recently, the hottest topic on the internet has been the movie *Let the Bullets Fly*.

National Day was just around the corner.

In the current film market, the battle for the National Day slot had already begun.

Unlike the early days when Zhao Fusheng and others shot New Year films, China's film market was now gradually maturing and stabilizing, with clear divisions for the National Day, Spring Festival, and Summer holiday slots.

"What movie to watch on National Day? Of course, *Let the Bullets Fly*!"

"Jiang Wen and Fat Brother on the same stage—unmissable!"

Press releases like these flooded the entire internet.

It had to be said that when it came to publicity and promotion, Future Group's capabilities far surpassed those of other companies.

The reason was simple: Future Group had a wide range of business interests, from Future Technology to Future Advertising, all with vast resources. Coupled with the star power of Future Films, this effort truly yielded twice the result with half the effort.

"The publicity is well done."

In the Future Films office, Zhao Fusheng said to Ye Jing with a smile: "At least, it looks good to me."

"Heh, that was coordinated by the group."

Ye Jing nodded: "President Zheng personally oversaw it, and the Strategic Planning Department made the plan."

"Just keep the buzz going."

Zhao Fusheng said to him seriously: "The premiere date is almost here; we must not make any mistakes."

That was what he cared about most—if something went wrong, it would become a real problem.

After all, the closer the premiere date, the more careful they had to be.

"I know, don't worry."

Ye Jing naturally understood what Zhao Fusheng meant. If something went wrong now, not even he would let it slide.

After chatting for a while, Zhao Fusheng remembered something and asked Ye Jing with a smile: "By the way, how are the actors doing?"

Since the premiere was imminent, they naturally needed the actors for promotion.

"Fat Brother and his wife have already arrived in the capital, and Cherie will be here soon."

Ye Jing said to Zhao Fusheng with a smile: "Everyone knows how much you value this project, so they're all cooperating with the promotion and planning a nationwide roadshow."

A film roadshow involves advance screenings in cinemas, communicating with cinema managers, media, and audiences, promoting the film's content and selling points, seeking screening support from managers, exposing promotional information to the media, and engaging with fans and word-of-mouth audiences to convey the film's emotions.

In simple terms, it's advance promotion.

Generally, big stars like Fat Brother don't participate in too many roadshows, as that's usually for supporting cast. Lead actors typically only do roadshows in a few major cities to maintain visibility.

It was extremely rare for all the main cast of a film like *Let the Bullets Fly* to participate in the entire roadshow.

But no one objected; everyone seemed willing to join.

The reason, as Ye Jing said, was that everyone knew how much Zhao Fusheng cared about this film, and no one wanted to be the one he blamed if something went wrong.

Being the target of a hundred-billionaire's wrath was not something everyone could bear.

At the very least, those who grew up in Hong Kong understood the power of wealth.

Even if they were famous actors, it was the same.

Zhao Fusheng was a bit surprised but quickly realized what was going on. He smiled and waved his hand: "I didn't mean to threaten anyone. Tell them not to worry too much about my opinion."

"Haha, I understand." Ye Jing nodded with a smile.

In truth, both of them knew that saying this was as good as saying nothing.

No one was a fool. Even if Zhao Fusheng was dissatisfied, he wouldn't show it openly; at most, he would retaliate later.

That was the truth. He wasn't a saint; he couldn't repay evil with good when someone wronged him.

Besides, there was also the principle of repaying evil with justice.

For Zhao Fusheng, he could accept *Let the Bullets Fly* flopping at the box office, even losing three or five hundred million, but he couldn't tolerate anyone sabotaging his affairs.

In short, if anyone at Future Films dared to cause trouble during the release of *Let the Bullets Fly*, whether it was Fat Brother or a big company like Huayi, Zhao Fusheng would deal with them without hesitation.

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After chatting with Ye Jing at the company, Zhao Fusheng left Future Films and went straight home.

As soon as he walked in the door, Jiang Wen called him.

"I'm treating everyone to dinner tonight—Fat Brother and his wife, and Cherie. Do you want to come and show your face?"

Jiang Wen got straight to the point with Zhao Fusheng.

Zhao Fusheng was taken aback, then laughed: "What, you want me to come and boost your prestige?"

Out of the blue, Old Jiang was calling him over; there must be a reason.

"Boosting prestige? Not really."

Old Jiang didn't hide it and said directly: "I just thought if you showed up, everyone would feel more at ease."

After all, Zhao Fusheng's status was different. Honestly, if it were someone else, it might not have much effect, but with Zhao Fusheng's position, even if he said nothing and just showed up for a meal, it would be a morale boost for everyone.

That was the power of status.

"Sure, no problem. Send me the time and place."

Zhao Fusheng smiled and said to Jiang Wen.

Regardless, he had to give Old Jiang face.

Besides, Zhao Fusheng was also willing to meet and chat with Fat Brother and the others.

To be honest, he had already achieved financial freedom and no longer needed to toil for money. At this point, Zhao Fusheng preferred to do things he enjoyed.

Soon, Old Jiang sent the time and place to Zhao Fusheng. Without further ado, Zhao Fusheng forwarded it to Liu Yiming, telling him that he would be meeting Old Jiang and the others that evening.

After all, he didn't go out alone; he had a bunch of bodyguards and others who needed advance notice.

Liu Yiming naturally knew what to do and quickly communicated with the security team.

In the evening, Zhao Fusheng tidied up, got into the car, and headed to the place agreed upon with Jiang Wen.

Sitting in the car, looking out at the scenery, Zhao Fusheng casually asked Liu Yiming: "Yiming, what do you think about us investing in the European market?"

"Huh?"

Liu Yiming was startled and looked at Zhao Fusheng in surprise, wondering why the boss suddenly brought up investing in Europe—wasn't that something President Tan was considering?

"Just chatting."

Zhao Fusheng smiled when he saw Liu Yiming's reaction.

Liu Yiming smiled bitterly: "Chairman, how dare I answer that? I just think we're already doing quite well."

"Yes, we're already doing quite well."

Zhao Fusheng laughed at that but said nothing more.