Chapter 0383 Full of Confidence

That night, Zhao Fusheng still stayed at Yu Feihong's place. Since Sister Fei had already said she would live on for the sake of those suffering grandmothers, she naturally wouldn't be troubled by depression anymore.

Moreover, at this point, Zhao Fusheng had begun to see some issues: Yu Feihong wasn't really suffering from depression; she just had some unresolved knots in her heart.

"That bastard Jiang Wen!" he cursed silently in his heart, and with that thought, Zhao Fusheng drifted off to sleep.

At that very moment, far away in Qianxi, Jiang Wen, who was discussing a script with others, sneezed, muttered a few words, paid no attention to it, and continued talking with the people around him.

He had no idea that because of this well-intentioned lie, Zhao Fusheng had already taken note of everything he had done to him and was preparing to properly "repay" him.

The next morning, Zhao Fusheng slept until the sun was high in the sky before getting up. When he opened his eyes, it was already past nine, almost ten o'clock.

After getting dressed and walking out the door, he saw Yu Feihong making breakfast.

"Morning, Sister Fei."

"Morning, Fusheng."

With this mundane exchange, Zhao Fusheng walked to the table and sat down. Looking at the rather lavish breakfast, he said in surprise, "Sister Fei, you didn't make this just for me, did you? You're too kind."

Yu Feihong shot him a glance. "I make this for myself at home too. Don't flatter yourself, okay?"

Sticking out his tongue, Zhao Fusheng silently lowered his head and began to eat.

Seeing him like this, a smile crept onto Yu Feihong's lips. In fact, she was quite happy.

Before, when she was home alone, she would sometimes take a nap in the afternoon and sleep until six or seven in the evening. When she opened her eyes and saw the dim, pitch-black sky outside and the empty room, she would feel abandoned by the whole world, and loneliness would be vividly felt in that moment.

She even felt that the two days she stayed in Ninghai were among the few happy days she'd had recently.

And now, looking at Zhao Fusheng, who was eating breakfast with a look of contentment, Yu Feihong's mood improved a great deal.

After breakfast, Zhao Fusheng looked at Yu Feihong and said with a smile, "Sister Fei, I think if you ever stop being an actress, you could open a restaurant. I'm sure customers would flock in."

"Ha, what's this? You think your sister is getting old and past her prime, huh?" Yu Feihong glared at Zhao Fusheng and said.

Zhao Fusheng shrugged. "Sister, let's be reasonable. I'm sincerely complimenting your cooking skills. You can't wrong a good person."

"Thank you for the compliment," Yu Feihong said irritably. "Is this how you people from Ninghai compliment others?"

"Well, of course," Zhao Fusheng said with a grin.

Yu Feihong was utterly defeated by his shamelessness and had no choice but to let him off.

The two sat on the sofa. Yu Feihong was reading a book, while Zhao Fusheng sat there with a pen and paper, writing something unknown.

"What are you doing?"

After a long moment, Yu Feihong asked Zhao Fusheng in surprise.

Zhao Fusheng looked up and smiled: "I'm figuring out what I can do to make one million three hundred and ninety thousand in the shortest time."

Ah?

Yu Feihong was taken aback, then remembered what Zhao Fusheng had said yesterday, and asked in surprise: "You don't have money?"

Zhao Fusheng nodded: "I had over a million, but I invested in a small project with a friend, so now I'm broke."

After saying that, he smiled and said: "So that's why I'm here to freeload, to save on accommodation costs."

Yu Feihong listened to him, closed the book in her hand, and said seriously: "You don't have to put too much pressure on yourself. I still have some money, and I don't need your help for now."

She had thought it over carefully last night. Zhao Fusheng was just a student. Although he had talent as a screenwriter, Yu Feihong knew very well the status of screenwriters in China nowadays. Even a top screenwriter could at most get fifty thousand yuan per script. Not everyone was as generous as Brother Liu.

Yu Feihong also knew about Zhao Fusheng's identity as an advertising designer, but the problem was that advertising planning always relied on inspiration. When inspiration struck, you could make a fortune with a creative ad, but without inspiration, you'd just be living off your savings.

So Yu Feihong's idea was to take on more ads and more acting roles, even if it meant going against her usual principles. As long as she could earn a bit more money, she could help those poor old people a little more.

As for Zhao Fusheng, he was still young. He just needed to do his best.

It had to be said, Sister Fei was really a kind person. She was even afraid that Zhao Fusheng's pride might be hurt, so she had already thought of an excuse.

"I'm a public figure. It's easier for me to do this than for you, and I can also fundraise..." Yu Feihong said to Zhao Fusheng, but before she could finish, Zhao Fusheng waved his hand and interrupted her.

"Sister Fei, forget about fundraising. You've seen the results of Professor Su's fundraising: each person gives a hundred yuan a month. Hah, that's over a hundred thousand a year." Zhao Fusheng sneered.

Some things didn't need to be said too clearly. Not to mention the official ones, those foundations under the banner of charity would rather allocate money to an entrepreneur who loved mountain climbing than pay attention to those in need.

As for other so-called charitable organizations, Zhao Fusheng could only say that they probably preferred reports that could make the headlines rather than genuinely liking to do charity.

In fact, Zhao Fusheng also understood that for many celebrities, the purpose of doing charity was not that they liked it, but because as public figures, if others did it and they didn't, it would ultimately be inappropriate. Hence the so-called fake donation scandals, or casually attending a charity gala and donating a paltry sum just for show.

It had to be admitted that in this regard, China was not as good as South Korea. Although the South Koreans were criticized in many ways, their strict treatment of public figures was worth learning from for China.

Don't talk about so-called tolerance. To use the simplest example: if a South Korean celebrity was exposed for unethical behavior, they would at least have to go into seclusion and reflect for several years.

And in China?

Even Mr. Chen from Hong Kong, after the sex scandal, held a press conference to apologize. In five minutes, he said 'sorry' more than a dozen times. Although he didn't shed a single tear, his attitude was serious, and he said he would retire from the entertainment industry, and he obediently did so.

Then think about the future: a certain handsome guy crying bitterly, a certain father using slides to present, and a certain director who didn't even hold an apology press conference but relied solely on a Weibo post saying 'if we have love, we will cherish it'.

Isn't there a strong contrast?

Um, and the most shameless one was the so-called genius comedy actor who shouted, 'I'm going crazy, I can't take it anymore, please let me go!' He said he wanted to retire, but his body was honest, doing both variety shows and TV dramas.

In the final analysis, our public is too tolerant of celebrities, to the point that they really think they are someone. Coupled with the laissez-faire attitude of the management, the Chinese entertainment industry is getting worse and worse.

That's the truth. So Zhao Fusheng simply didn't trust others. This matter, it was better to do it himself.