Chapter 0219 Capital

In the entertainment industry, things have always been extremely realistic, whether for artists or behind-the-scenes workers.

Although Wang Jinghua had entered this circle earlier than Zhao Fusheng, and strictly speaking, Zhao Fusheng wasn't even considered part of the entertainment industry now.

But Wang Jinghua knew very well that Zhao Fusheng could now, from a certain perspective, sit on equal footing with her.

So when she knocked on Zhao Fusheng's door, her expression was very serious.

"Sister Hua, what's this?"

Opening the door, Zhao Fusheng saw Wang Jinghua's solemn face and was momentarily startled.

Wang Jinghua waved her hand, stepped into the room, sat down, and said to Zhao Fusheng, "That script, are you really going to give it to Andy Lau?"

Zhao Fusheng nodded: "Barring any surprises, yes. You know, his own film company has been losing money and needs a hit to turn things around."

Wang Jinghua said nothing, silently poured herself a glass of water, took a few sips, then stood up, walked to the window, opened it, and looked out at the blue sky.

"Xiao Zhao, you know, I've always felt that the mainland film market shouldn't be the way it is now," Wang Jinghua suddenly spoke.

Zhao Fusheng was taken aback, then smiled. Wang Jinghua truly was the best agent in the country, with a keen sense for such matters; no wonder she would become an industry leader in the future.

"What, you think I'm talking nonsense?"

Seeing Zhao Fusheng silent, Wang Jinghua turned around and asked him.

Zhao Fusheng shook his head: "No, no, Sister Hua, you misunderstand. I was thinking about how long it would take for the situation you described to come about."

"What?" This time it was Wang Jinghua's turn to be puzzled, not knowing what Zhao Fusheng meant.

"Simple. In the eyes of Hong Kong people, the mainland's biggest advantage is its vast market. So many Hong Kong businessmen have set their sights on the mainland, bringing large investments, taking advantage of cheap labor and favorable policies to make huge profits," Zhao Fusheng said calmly. "The reason is simple: they know that as long as our country develops and people's lives improve, they will keep making money."

"The same logic applies to the entertainment industry. When people have money in their pockets, they naturally crave spiritual satisfaction. So the mainland entertainment market will inevitably experience an explosive boom sooner or later."

Zhao Fusheng's words were not alarmist or baseless; they described what would actually happen. But to Wang Jinghua, the young man before her seemed to be painting a beautiful future.

"Sister Hua, what exactly is on your mind? I think you might as well be straightforward with me, don't you think?" Zhao Fusheng gave Wang Jinghua a deep look and smiled.

Wang Jinghua hesitated for a moment, then nodded: "I think, if this film is given to Andy, the investor could let me help you secure some funding."

"Hmm?"

Zhao Fusheng was startled, a bit puzzled. What did Wang Jinghua mean? When did she have the connections to bring in investment, especially for a film?

"It's like this. Have you heard of Huayi Brothers Advertising Company?" Wang Jinghua asked Zhao Fusheng.

Huayi?

Zhao Fusheng frowned. To be honest, he had heard of this behemoth, though he didn't know much. But he was well aware that the Wang brothers were no pushovers.

Also starting out in advertising, within five years the Wang brothers had carved out a territory in Beijing, then invested in 'Sorry Baby' and 'The Emperor and the Assassin' to officially enter the film industry. This year, they seemed to have invested in 'Devils on the Doorstep' and 'My 1919', the latter starring Chen Dao.

Wait, if he remembered correctly, Wang Jinghua later led a large number of artists into Huayi Brothers经纪公司. Although she would leave Huayi a few years later and take many artists with her, for now, Wang Jinghua should be in a honeymoon period with Huayi.

Seeing Zhao Fusheng silent, Wang Jinghua smiled: "What, you don't trust me?"

Zhao Fusheng snapped back to reality and shook his head: "Sister Hua, it's not that I don't trust you, but I can't give you an answer on this matter right now."

Hearing this, Wang Jinghua chuckled: "I understand. The script hasn't even been written yet; it's just an intention to cooperate between you and Andy, right?"

Zhao Fusheng nodded and spread his hands: "Although I don't know where you heard the news, I can say for sure that if this film needs investment, I will definitely respect Brother Hua's opinion."

Wang Jinghua nodded slightly. On this point, she quite admired Zhao Fusheng. Despite his youth, he wasn't the type to be easily blinded by interests and betray partners.

"Young Boss Wang is here for an event. If you're willing, how about we have dinner together tonight?" Wang Jinghua suggested to Zhao Fusheng.

Zhao Fusheng frowned and glanced at Wang Jinghua. It seemed she was indeed in a honeymoon period with the Wang brothers, no wonder she was so dedicated to Huayi's affairs.

With that in mind, Zhao Fusheng nodded: "In that case, I have no objection. But Brother Hua's side..."

"I'll talk to Andy."

Seeing Zhao Fusheng agree, Wang Jinghua's face showed a hint of relief.

Zhao Fusheng also understood that Andy Lau probably wouldn't object either. After all, being able to build a good relationship with a big boss like Huayi was something the Heavenly King wouldn't refuse; why not?

Sure enough, from the time Wang Jinghua left Zhao Fusheng's room to when she called him to inform him of the hotel for dinner, no more than half an hour had passed.

Sitting in his room, Zhao Fusheng shook his head helplessly. There was nothing he could do about it.

The entertainment industry is a mixed bag, with the power of capital everywhere. In short, on China's patch of land, you either have money or power. Having one of the two at least allows you to dominate for a while.

Those who are truly capable and have connections wield influence within the system that is beyond ordinary imagination.

And the true tycoons are the same.

Soon it was dinner time. Dong Chenxi came to knock on the door, calling for Zhao Fusheng.

"I heard from Sister Hua that you're attending a banquet?" Dong Chenxi asked Zhao Fusheng curiously.

Zhao Fusheng nodded: "How about it, interested in coming along?"

"No, I'm too tired. I still need to prepare materials for tomorrow's shoot. You go ahead." Unexpectedly, Dong Chenxi flatly refused Zhao Fusheng's invitation.

Zhao Fusheng gave Dong Chenxi a deep look, but was met with her calm gaze.

He chuckled lightly, said nothing, and waved his hand to indicate she could leave.

Everyone chooses a different path. People have their own aspirations; there's no need to force it.