Chapter 2293: Cracks

People working in China's film and television industry generally have something wrong with their heads.

No, it's not just these film and TV professionals; even some department heads are the same.

The enemy is in propaganda—this saying is no joke.

It's a real, tangible reality.

Just like certain news media people who always kneel before foreigners yet keep climbing the ranks in the system, the more a work promotes feudal or other bizarre ideas, the more it's favored by some.

On the other hand, works that speak the truth are ignored.

To be honest, he couldn't see what was so good about that play—it was just an old thug reforming and trying to teach new thugs, but it kept wallowing in wrong values.

This flaw, to be honest, even Ye Jing and Jiang Wen had it.

That's why Ye Jing agreed to make 'Bodyguards and Assassins,' and why Jiang Wen, after returning and learning about it, chose to stay silent.

Before Zhao Fusheng burst onto the scene.

China's film, TV, literary, and even the entire cultural circle loved to promote something called 'compound culture,' leading many post-70s, post-80s, and even some clueless post-90s commoner kids to imitate its style. These kids first thought they'd found idols, found style, found belonging, but later when they grew up and tried their hand in society for a couple of years, they all ended up fools—working overtime obediently, being filial, doting on their wives, and in their spare time learning foreign languages and taking various cram courses.

It needs to be cured!

'Do you know what kind of person Chen Kexin is?'

Zhao Fusheng looked coldly at Jiang Wen and Ye Jing, and said flatly, 'And Yu Dong—do you think Bona has ever made money from its collaborations with Director Chen? We're a listed company. Do you realize how much I'd lose if this film loses money and affects the stock price?'

The more he spoke, the angrier he got, until a chill crept into his eyes.

Zhao Fusheng realized that he had trusted Ye Jing and the others too much, to the point where they had become a one-man show in the company.

Apart from himself, few could change their decisions.

Take Future Films, for example—Jiang Wen had already noticed something wrong, but out of face, he didn't point it out.

If this were Future Technology, Zhou Nianzu and Dong Guoxiang would never have such a relationship.

Because they were never on the same page.

It seemed that the plan to introduce professional managers into the Future Group was urgent.

In that case...

With that thought, Zhao Fusheng glanced at Ye Jing.

A cold glint flashed in his eyes.

If so, then Ye Jing no longer needed to stay as the general manager of Future Films.

As for the successor, he had already decided in that instant.

...

...

'Let's leave it at that.'

Zhao Fusheng looked at Ye Jing and Jiang Wen and said flatly.

'Huh?'

Jiang Wen and Ye Jing exchanged glances, clearly not expecting Zhao Fusheng to personally order the termination of this collaboration.

But on second thought, it was very much in line with Zhao Fusheng's temperament.

He was the kind of person who usually didn't pay much attention to company operations, but if truly pushed to the limit, Zhao Fusheng would personally step in.

And frankly, Jiang Wen and the others knew that Zhao Fusheng's control over the company was too strong; any decision he made would face no opposition from anyone in the company.

After all, even for a listed company, Zhao Fusheng was the largest shareholder with the most voting rights.

"What about Bona and Chen Kexin..."

Ye Jing hesitated but still spoke to Zhao Fusheng.

Zhao Fusheng frowned, glanced at Ye Jing, and said, "I said, let's leave it at that."

Clearly, his patience was wearing thin, and he no longer intended to continue this conversation with Ye Jing.

Ye Jing sighed and said nothing more.

He naturally understood what Zhao Fusheng meant.

At this moment, it was obvious that Zhao Fusheng was not going to listen to anyone's opinion.

"Later, I'll send someone to reassess all the company's recent investment projects."

Zhao Fusheng stood up, looked at Jiang Wen and Ye Jing, and said calmly, "Given what's happened, I'll consider hiring a new team."

With that, Zhao Fusheng turned and walked straight out the door.

He didn't even say goodbye.

Ye Jing and Jiang Wen quickly followed him to the elevator, but Zhao Fusheng waved his hand: "No need to see me off, go back."

Watching the elevator descend, Jiang Wen and Ye Jing exchanged a glance and smiled bitterly.

"Looks like he's really angry this time."

Ye Jing said helplessly.

Jiang Wen nodded: "If it were me, I'd be angry too."

Then he frowned: "But how can he be so sure this film won't make money?"

"Who knows."

Ye Jing's expression was also grim.

In fact, he inwardly dismissed Zhao Fusheng's reaction.

In Ye Jing's view, Zhao Fusheng was making a mountain out of a molehill.

Not to mention the current scale and market value of Future Film, just this film, 'Bodyguards and Assassins,' whether it was the cast or the director and script behind the scenes,

in Ye Jing's eyes, it was all top-notch domestically.

He believed he wasn't taking a risk at all, but making money for the company.

But instead, Zhao Fusheng not only failed to appreciate it but actually thought he had done wrong.

He didn't give him any face in front of so many people, and now he was putting on airs about meddling in company management.

To be honest, Ye Jing felt very uncomfortable.

He was different from Jiang Wen; although Old Jiang had also lost face, Jiang Wen knew that Zhao Fusheng was that kind of person, and he himself hadn't fulfilled his duty as vice president to keep an eye on Future Film.

But Ye Jing had been in charge of Future Film for so long, only to be treated so roughly by Zhao Fusheng. Naturally, some thoughts arose in his mind.

Why?

Even if I have no merit, I have hard work!