Chapter 2292: Losing His Temper

To be fair, Zhao Fusheng actually had a lot of respect for these so-called professionals.

At the very least, in other subsidiaries, he gave all the professional talents very high treatment.

Because Zhao Fusheng knew how important talent was to a company.

To put it bluntly,

corporate management relies on members of various departments to implement and execute.

A leader's ability might determine the ceiling of a company.

But don't forget, the abilities of the company's employees and management determine where the floor lies.

Take Future Tech, for example.

Dong Guoxiang had a simple and honest personality, preferring to make products rather than boast.

This gave the entire atmosphere of Future Tech a very strong spirit of perseverance; when faced with tasks assigned by Zhao Fusheng, they wouldn't think of cutting corners but would seriously strive to complete them.

This pleased Zhou Nianzu.

He was a very capable leader, and his subordinates, the programmers, were down-to-earth and hardworking, earnestly writing programs and developing software projects.

Once these software projects became reality, Zhou Nianzu had a hundred ways to make them successful.

But conversely, he knew that if the company's employees were all like him—too clever, always thinking of pulling some tricks—then the company would be difficult to manage.

Therefore, Zhou Nianzu had told Zhao Fusheng more than once that this tradition of Future Tech must be preserved.

And now, looking at this group of middle-level managers from Future Film, Zhao Fusheng suddenly felt that he might have been too lenient with them for too long.

Otherwise, how could these people be so stupid?

"Chairman..."

Seeing Zhao Fusheng silent, the people around him cautiously glanced at him, clearly waiting for him to speak.

Glancing coldly at Jiang Wen and Ye Jing, Zhao Fusheng slowly said, "You trust Chen Kexin that much?"

"Huh?"

Ye Jing and the others were taken aback.

But Jiang Wen frowned, then seemed to think of something.

Clearly, he remembered the film "The Warlords," which had left the investors with nothing.

In other words, that was Director Chen's dark history.

Though one had to admit he was a good director, there were many good directors; taking awards and fees while leaving investors with nothing was hard to justify.

Honestly, if Jiang Wen were still a director or actor, he might not have cared about this matter. After all, where you sit determines what you think; as a director, he would naturally think that as long as the director made a good film, that was enough.

As for box office, wasn't that something to leave to fate?

But now,

the situation was different!

Besides being a well-known director and Best Actor in the industry, Jiang Wen was also the vice president of the listed company Future Film.

When Ye Jing and the others made the decision earlier, Jiang Wen was unaware.

Now that he knew, he was naturally very dissatisfied with the matter.

What was the purpose of investing in films as a film company?

Of course, it was to make money!

Winning awards was nice, but that was just fame; Future Film was a listed company, not a startup, so fame or no fame didn't really matter.

A film with an investment of 150 million yuan was already considerable in China.

If it ended up losing money, the impact on the company would be enormous!

Because it was a listed company, if the film failed at the box office and the stock price fell, the losses would definitely be in the hundreds of millions!

Thinking of this, Jiang Wen's face turned grim.

"I made the decision on this matter."

At this point, Ye Jing naturally wouldn't shift the blame to Jiang Wen; he stepped forward voluntarily.

He wasn't stupid; given Zhao Fusheng's personality, the fact that he had just said what he did meant he must have his own considerations.

Under such circumstances, rather than shirk responsibility, it was better to be straightforward and admit it.

"Let's leave it at that for now."

Zhao Fusheng glanced at Ye Jing and ultimately decided to save him some face.

After all, he was one of his trusted men.

To make him lose face in front of so many people would be somewhat unreasonable.

Moreover, for Zhao Fusheng, what mattered more was how this matter had passed the review, not how much money the film would lose.

Money could be earned again.

But if certain mechanisms within the company rotted, that would be the real trouble.

Soon, everyone else left the meeting room, leaving only Zhao Fusheng, Ye Jing, and Jiang Wen.

"Old Jiang, you didn't know about this?"

Zhao Fusheng looked at Jiang Wen.

From Jiang Wen's reaction just now, it was clear that Old Jiang was unaware; if he had known, he wouldn't have reacted that way.

Jiang Wen nodded: "I was in South Korea earlier negotiating a cooperation deal and wasn't in the country, so I didn't know about this."

He was telling the truth; by the time he returned from South Korea, the cooperation was basically settled, and only specific details remained, which was why Jiang Wen was so surprised when Zhao Fusheng appeared.

"He really didn't know."

Ye Jing said to Zhao Fusheng, "This matter, Yu Dong approached me directly."

Then he recounted the whole story.

It wasn't that complicated; basically, Yu Dong felt that Bona alone taking on this project was too risky, so he simply brought in Future Film.

After all, everyone in the industry knew that Future Film was wealthy and had money.

Ye Jing had some concerns initially, but after seeing the cast and production team, he was quite satisfied with the film.

Moreover, the script was decent.

So, he had the planning department conduct an evaluation.

Sure enough, the planning department's evaluation was also favorable.

Thus, he signed off and had the report sent to Zhao Fusheng.

He just didn't expect Zhao Fusheng to react so strongly, losing his temper outright.

"The planning department needs to be purged."

After hearing Ye Jing's account, Zhao Fusheng said directly, "Those who are incompetent and just hold positions without doing work—tell them to pack up and get out! My money isn't a tool for them to realize their ideals!"

Jiang Wen and Ye Jing exchanged glances; they knew Zhao Fusheng was angry, but they never expected him to be this furious.

He even said such things, showing that at this moment, the powder keg inside Zhao Fusheng was about to explode!

In fact,

if it weren't for the fact that Ye Jing had been with him for so many years, Zhao Fusheng would have really lost his temper by now!

The reason was simple: in his view, the evaluations done by those planning department people were nothing but damn nonsense.

No, not just nonsense—those guys simply didn't know what type of films Chinese audiences liked to watch nowadays.

Did they really think that just by throwing together a few stars, a bunch of actors, having them fight each other, and labeling it with national righteousness, they could lure audiences into the cinema?

Hah.

Dream on!