Chapter 0464 Bullets

Zhao Fusheng and Jiang Wen hailed a cab, dropped Yu Feihong and the girl surnamed Song off at home, and then the two turned around and headed back to Jiang Wen's place.

Jiang Wen's wife was French, living abroad with their daughter, while he stayed in Beijing by himself. A bachelor's residence naturally couldn't be called high-end or classy; at best it was clean, and even that was thanks to the maid.

"Make yourself at home. There's bedding in the guest room," Jiang Wen said, taking a bottle of water from the fridge and addressing Zhao Fusheng.

Zhao Fusheng nodded. "Got it. But seriously, your place has a great location."

Jiang Wen's home was near the Third Ring Road. In Zhao Fusheng's view, if he held onto it for ten years, it would be worth at least ten million.

"Ah, I bought it on a whim when I got married. Still paying off the mortgage," Jiang Wen said with a laugh.

Zhao Fusheng was too lazy to mock someone who showed off like that for no reason.

It was only natural for a single elite to dislike lovey-dovey couples who flaunted their affection at every turn. By the same token, Zhao Fusheng, an unmarried man, thoroughly despised the unintentional displays of affection from a certain married old guy.

"By the way, your daughter and wife live abroad, so you haven't seen them in a long time, right?" Zhao Fusheng asked Jiang Wen curiously.

Jiang Wen's wife was French, and his daughter had a rather unusual name, so Zhao Fusheng remembered it clearly.

Old Jiang nodded, clearly about to say something, but ended up sighing. He tilted his head back and, as Zhao Fusheng's mouth twitched, drained the bottle of mineral water completely.

"You don't know how to take care of a guest at all," Zhao Fusheng shot him a glare, walked over to the fridge on his own, took out a bottle of water, opened it, and started drinking.

Jiang Wen laughed heartily, too lazy to say anything more to Zhao Fusheng, and walked over to sit on the sofa.

"Tell me, why do you hate getting into the entertainment industry so much?" Jiang Wen asked Zhao Fusheng curiously after finishing a bottle of water, seeming a bit more sober.

From the moment they first met, Zhao Fusheng seemed to have an instinctive aversion to the entertainment industry. It wasn't that he looked down on people in the circle, but in Jiang Wen's view, he seemed very resistant to getting involved.

"It's not that I hate it. I just think I'm not suited for this circle."

Zhao Fusheng answered casually.

"Not suited?"

Jiang Wen was taken aback, not quite understanding what Zhao Fusheng meant. In his eyes, Zhao Fusheng was undoubtedly very suitable for developing a career in entertainment. Even if he couldn't become a star, at least becoming a producer or something wouldn't be a big problem.

Don't underestimate the producer role. Jiang Wen knew well that there was plenty of profit in it.

Zhao Fusheng shrugged and nodded. "Yeah, think about it. My main gig is advertising, and I haven't even graduated yet. I'm doing pretty well in the ad circle, and the income is decent. Why would I go to all the trouble of breaking into the film and TV industry and starting from scratch?"

Jiang Wen was momentarily speechless, then remembered that this guy in front of him was already a rising star designer in the ad world. In other words, if Zhao Fusheng wanted, he could thrive in advertising. Why would he wade into the murky waters of entertainment?

People are like that. Once they've achieved something in their own circle, who would willingly go mess around in another circle for no reason?

Better to be the head of a chicken than the tail of a phoenix.

"Each to his own," Jiang Wen remarked with a sigh, then shook his head with a smile. "I was overthinking it. I thought it would be a shame to waste all your talent."

He genuinely thought so. Although Zhao Fusheng's screenwriting skills as shown before were a bit lacking, the guy was full of creativity. In Jiang Wen's view, with a bit of nurturing, Zhao Fusheng could become a top-notch screenwriter.

Little did he know, that was exactly why Zhao Fusheng refused to develop in the entertainment industry.

Or rather, he could accept becoming an investor, but he would never become some damn screenwriter or director.

Everyone has things they're good at and things they're not. Zhao Fusheng had lived two lifetimes and knew very well that his greatest advantage wasn't so-called foresight, but a heart that could recognize itself at any time.

"It won't go to waste. We can exchange ideas when we're free," Zhao Fusheng said to Jiang Wen with a smile. "I like to let my mind wander. If I come up with a story you like, just remember to pay me when the time comes."

Unlike Hong Kong's Cannon Fist Jackie Chan, who loved women, face, and world peace, Zhao Fusheng's only love was money.

Speaking of Cannon Fist, Zhao Fusheng thought the guy was a man of passion—yes, a man of passion. After all, this big brother who made the mistake that all men make had plenty of minor flaws, but he never failed in major principles. His various faults came from having little education as a child and low personal cultivation.

But his patriotism was real. Compared to those bastards who make money on the mainland and then turn around and curse, Cannon Fist could be considered a figure.

Jiang Wen was undoubtedly delighted by Zhao Fusheng's proposal. He blinked and said, "So should I thank you in advance?"

Zhao Fusheng rolled his eyes, too lazy to deal with the guy.

"Let me tell you, I have an idea. There's a place called Goose Town..." Zhao Fusheng began, recounting the plot of *Let the Bullets Fly*.

"Eight pure-blooded tall white horses gallop with hooves flying, wheels clattering against the rails. Two train cars race through the mountains in the fantastical spectacle of a 'horse-drawn train.' Steam billows from the locomotive's chimney, but it actually comes from a huge hotpot inside the carriage.

Around the hotpot sit Old Tang, who has just bought an official post, along with his wife and adviser. Complacent and smug, Old Tang has no idea that a crisis awaits him, and their fate is about to change.

While Old Tang and the others drink and make merry in the train, the greenwood outlaw Zhang Muzhi leads his brothers in ambush on both sides of the valley. Several gunshots pierce the sky, and as Zhang Muzhi's words 'Let the bullets fly a while' fade, a dazzling robbery unfolds.

The train hurtles into the air and plunges into the water. Old Tang and his wife become Zhang Muzhi's prisoners. To save his life, Old Tang has a flash of inspiration and claims to be the adviser, embarking with Zhang Muzhi on the road to becoming the county magistrate.

Zhang Muzhi transforms from a bandit into the incorruptible official Ma Bangde and takes office in Goose Town, while his relationship with Old Tang shifts from mortal enemies to partners..."

Zhao Fusheng's speaking speed wasn't slow at all, but he spoke slowly to make sure Jiang Wen heard clearly.

Soon, Jiang Wen's eyes lit up. He suddenly realized that what Zhao Fusheng was describing was exactly the story he wanted to tell.