Chapter 0225: Happy Cooperation

Zhao Fusheng wanted to watch the fun from a safe distance, but unfortunately, Wang Jinghua was here, and Wang Zhonglei was no fool—how could he give him that chance?

Looking at Andy Lau, Wang Zhonglei smiled slightly and said seriously, “Huazai, don’t overthink it. Huayi had its reasons for investing in this film. Mainly, we have a few actors in our company who will need your guidance when the time comes.”

Wang Jinghua also smiled and nodded: "Huazai, to tell you the truth, I'm planning to join Huayi in a while too. Then we'll be family."

Liu Dehua's mainland management contract was in Wang Jinghua's hands, so her joining Huayi naturally meant that Liu Dehua would also join.

More importantly, this directly helped Liu Dehua latch onto a big tree.

Sure enough, upon hearing the words of Wang Jinghua and the other, Liu Dehua's expression shifted slightly, his demeanor softening a bit as he smiled at Wang Zhonglei and said, "Since President Wang is interested in cooperation, that is certainly good."

For him, having an investor willing to put up money was certainly a good thing. As for the investor's motives, as long as they didn't interfere with the filming of the movie, Liu Dehua felt they were acceptable.

Having been in the industry for so long, he had seen too many cases where an entertainment company invested in a film and then inserted people into the crew.

Back in the day in Hong Kong, many big shots had done this. In several films he had worked on, there were also leading ladies who were brought in exactly this way.

So in Liu Dehua's eyes, if Wang Zhonglei didn't make any requests at all, that would actually be more unusual.

Now, with things laid out plainly, telling him outright that he wanted to promote someone and would be inserting actresses into the crew, Liu Dehua naturally had no objection.

Because he himself also needed to help a few old friends.

"Good, good, good. Let's have a pleasant cooperation." Although it was only a preliminary agreement to cooperate, Wang Zhonglei was still very happy. As he spoke, he looked at Zhou Feifei.

"Miss Zhou, you'll need to perform well when the time comes."

"Me?"

Zhou Feifei was clearly taken aback, completely not expecting Wang Zhonglei to mention her.

Wang Zhonglei nodded: "That's right, you. I have high hopes for you. You can definitely become even more famous."

In fact, in a strict sense, Zhou Feifei was already very famous. After all, with her previous films, she had already entered the international market.

But in truth, she herself knew very well that her foundation in China was too shallow.

Of course, she had Wang Jinghua's help, but the problem was that she was Asian, and it was simply impossible for her to establish a firm foothold in the mainstream European and American film and television circles.

Not to mention anything else, European and American audiences simply could not accept a female lead who was Asian.

In other words, what she could perform in were either Chinese-language films aimed at the international market or supporting roles in certain European and American films and TV series.

For the proud Zhou Feifei, this was undoubtedly not a pleasant thing. So she also understood that participating in international films would at most make her resume look more impressive; her foundation should still be in the domestic market.

This was also why she wanted to make friends with Wang Zhonglei.

Not everyone, like little Fan Baobao, planned to go home and get married if they couldn't make it. Most, even the vast majority of girls in the entertainment industry, whether their star dreams succeeded or not, wanted a good ending.

Of course, in everyone's own mind, a good ending meant different things.

"Then I'll thank you in advance." Hearing Wang Zhonglei's words, Zhou Feifei smiled sweetly, revealing a beautiful smile, and nodded.

Wang Jinghua frowned, wanting to say something, but still didn't speak.

It wasn't that she thought Zhou Feifei was wrong in doing so, but rather that she felt Wang Zhonglei was not a good match for Zhou Feifei.

Zhou Feifei was still young, always thinking she had a good eye for people, that youth and beauty could capture a man, but in reality, she forgot that men's love for beautiful women is a trait that accompanies them throughout their lives.

Especially men in the entertainment industry, they weren't so easy to catch; maybe she wouldn't catch them and would end up losing something instead.

Of course, she definitely wouldn't say this to Zhou Feifei now. Zhou Feifei was always stubborn and hated others interfering in her love life. Even though Wang Jinghua was as close as a sister to her, there was nothing she could do.

The only thing she could do was try her best to clean up after her, to avoid any big trouble.

Wang Zhonglei was also quite something. After finishing his talk with Zhao Fusheng and Lau Tak-wah, he actually invited Zhou Feifei to the balcony to look at the stars. Even more absurdly, Zhou Feifei agreed.

Wang Jinghua glanced apologetically at Zhao Fusheng and the other: "Sorry, you two must be embarrassed."

Liu Dehua waved his hand. "It's nothing. I have a friend over there; excuse me for a moment."

With that, he walked toward an acquaintance not far away.

Seeing that there was no one around, Wang Jinghua smiled bitterly at Zhao Fusheng. "Sometimes I feel like I'm an old nursemaid, destined to be a servant for life."

Zhao Fusheng shrugged noncommittally, pretending not to hear Wang Jinghua's complaint.

He had read some rebirth novels, where the reborn characters were like gods, exuding an aura of dominance with a few words. Those business elites and future big shots would kneel at their feet as if they had been missing a father, eager to serve the protagonist in conquering the stars and seas.

"That's total bullshit, isn't it?"

Zhao Fusheng complained inwardly. Although he wished it were true, the problem was that none of these future big shots he faced were easy to deal with. Whether from humble beginnings or noble families, every single one of them was not the type to be content working for others.

Let alone having them serve him, Zhao Fusheng could guarantee one hundred percent that if it weren't for the script being his idea, that bastard Wang Zhonglei would definitely dare to ditch him and work with Liu Dehua alone.

As for Wang Jinghua, well, this older sister was a born rebel. From the time she started in the industry until Zhao Fusheng's rebirth, he had seen in entertainment news that she had changed bosses at least three or four times.

And with each job hop, Sister Wang's business grew bigger and her wealth increased. If she were a servant, she would be the wealthiest one under heaven.

Seeing Zhao Fusheng silent, Wang Jinghua shook her head helplessly. Sometimes she felt that this kid didn't seem like a young man in his early twenties, but more like a seasoned veteran with deep thoughts.

Because no matter when or where, he was like a precise machine, never leaving any exploitable flaw.