Chapter 0449: Some Are Happy, Some Are Worried

In matters of the heart, being together from the start doesn't guarantee a lifelong bond. Though many say that love without the goal of marriage is just playing around, the problem is that even after marriage, there may come a day when you feel like strangers to each other.

Once that moment arrives, it means the relationship has reached its end.

I like you, but I may not be able to take you to where I need to go.

This is probably the true写照 of many couples' breakups.

Life always makes each of us grow, and then tells us that life is not a fairy tale. To live better, we must constantly learn and let go.

Dong Chenxi later went to see Wang Zhen, but Zhao Fusheng did not go, because he felt it was better not to witness that scene.

But from what Tan Kaixuan, who accompanied Dong Chenxi, said upon returning, Dong Chenxi could still speak calmly with Wang Zhen in the detention center. After leaving the detention center, she cried alone in the car for a long time.

No matter how strong or mature she was, she was still a girl in her early twenties.

Like a ripple on a calm lake, life soon returned to tranquility. Those who left lived far away, while those who stayed had to continue living.

Although occasionally sitting in the dormitory, everyone would still think of Wang Zhen, and in class, familiar classmates would come to express regret, Zhao Fusheng understood that Wang Zhen's college days were over.

People are always good at forgetting. In a few months, the name Wang Zhen would probably become just a vague symbol in many people's hearts.

Zhao Fusheng himself was the same. As the hottest days of June began, both KFC and the arcade welcomed their busiest times. That guy Tan Kaixuan even boasted that he would earn a full million in June!

Of course, he was just bragging, because there was no way to earn that much. Although it was the only store of its kind in Ninghai, the problem was that people's spending power at that time was limited. A daily profit of twenty thousand was already the limit. Earning a million in a month, Zhao Fusheng estimated, might not be possible even ten years later.

Of course, if the store were opened in big cities like Beijing, Shanghai, or Guangzhou, there might be a chance.

But even so, it was still possible for Tan Kaixuan to earn fifty or sixty thousand this month. After all, he had fully learned the tricks Zhao Fusheng used at the arcade, such as half-price for the second item for members, gift giveaways for recharges, and a series of marketing methods that would only appear many years later, all blatantly presented to the people of Ninghai in the year 2000.

In Tan Kaixuan's words, he wanted to empty the wallets of all parents!

In a sense, that was true. After all, KFC was still a luxury at that time. Apart from elders willing to buy it for their children, most consumers were young people. Spending more than ten yuan on a breakfast or forty or fifty yuan on a few burgers was undoubtedly very unreasonable in the eyes of many born in the 1950s and 1960s.

People are sometimes helpless. They are reluctant to spend money on themselves, scrimping and saving, even trying to stretch a penny into two. But for their grandchildren or children, they are willing to give everything from the bottom of their hearts, without expecting anything in return.

Parents' love for their children, elders' love for the younger generation—those who have not experienced it personally will never understand.

For Zhao Fusheng, however, this was a good thing, because he could make money.

Speaking of making money, he finally finished writing the remaining few proposals on June 18th. He called Dong Chenxi to send someone to pick them up. Zhao Fusheng heard that Zheng Yao, upon learning the news, actually laughed wildly in her office for five minutes.

Of course, Zhao Fusheng felt even more that she only reacted that way after learning that he had invested all the planning fees into the company this time.

In fact, Zhao Fusheng had his own considerations for doing this.

Zheng Yao's abilities might not be that strong, but she was serious enough; she truly regarded Future Advertising as her own career. So Zhao Fusheng didn't mind helping her grow Future Advertising as quickly as possible.

Of course, Zhao Fusheng couldn't tell Zheng Yao about his other thoughts yet. After all, to Zheng Yao, the ideas in Zhao Fusheng's mind now seemed nothing but whimsical.

Good news came from Hong Kong Island: "Infernal Affairs" had wrapped up smoothly. At that time, Hong Kong filmmakers were still very efficient. From setting up the crew to finishing the shoot, they were not at all sluggish. In fact, many Hong Kong stars even joined the cameo for free in this blockbuster that was said to revitalize Hong Kong cinema.

Zhao Fusheng commented that this was no different from "Seeing the Big Shot"—when the big shots in the circle wanted to get things done, the underlings eagerly helped out.

Of course, he could only mutter such words in his mind. On the surface, Zhao Fusheng expressed admiration for the unity of Hong Kong filmmakers and wished Lau天王 great box office success for this film.

After all, the higher the box office, the more money he could get.

As for other matters, Zhao Fusheng didn't consider them, nor did he intend to. In business, one must be the last to play a card, to play a card that surprises others, just when they think they are about to win—only then can one win the game.

So even though Zhao Fusheng knew that "Infernal Affairs" would surely have good box office results, he wouldn't tell Lau天王 that.

Miracles, after all, only attract attention after they happen.

Of course, Zhao Fusheng wasn't that dark-minded. He also wanted to make money and leave his mark on the Hong Kong film circle. So Zhao Fusheng was actually sincerely wishing Lau天王 all the best.

Lau天王 had everything going smoothly, but Jiang Wen was not in a good mood.

The reason was simple: this guy had overspent on the film.

In fact, Zhao Fusheng had already anticipated this. Jiang Wen had a catchphrase: "If you're afraid to spend money on a film, what kind of director are you?"

And in Zhao Fusheng's eyes, among the entire Chinese-language film circle, the directors who could rival Jiang Wen in making investors cry were Wang Jiawei and Hou Xiaoxian.

Both of them, like Jiang Wen, were the type who didn't feel sorry for spending someone else's money.

This time, Jiang Wen had spent all of the 20 million yuan in production funds that Huayi had prepared for him in half a year. Now he was shamelessly asking Wang Zhonglei for more investment. Little Boss Wang could increase the investment based on personal friendship, but the problem was that everyone knew Jiang Wen was a black hole—if they put money in, he would definitely spend it all.

So the finance person in charge at Huayi flatly refused to increase investment for Jiang Wen. Old Comrade Jiang thus fell into depression.