Chapter 0465: The Artistic Old Youth

For artistic youths, whether male or female, as long as something touches their hearts, they become completely lost.

For an artistic old man like Jiang Wen, the story Zhao Fusheng told thoroughly shook him.

"This story... interesting."

After a long while, Jiang Wen looked up and said to Zhao Fusheng, "What's next? What's next?"

Blinking his eyes, Zhao Fusheng very much wanted to tell him the second half, but his intuition told him that this story, at least for now, was not suitable for Jiang Wen.

A good film's success hinges on many key factors: timing, location, and human harmony are all crucial.

For example, if you took a movie that would be a huge hit a decade later and released it now, it probably wouldn't achieve such high box office. Similarly, if you took certain classic films of today and released them in that era, they might not be as well-liked.

The reason is simple: selling nostalgia can only fool people temporarily. A work has specific significance in a specific era.

Just like ten years later, we might shout that we owe Xing Ye a movie ticket, but fifteen years later, everyone thinks Xing Ye owes us a sincere good work.

People are fickle—this saying holds a lot of truth.

"To be honest, I haven't figured out the next part yet." Zhao Fusheng shrugged and said to Jiang Wen, "Besides, don't you think after you finish filming 'Devils on the Doorstep,' you'll need to rest for a few years?"

Both were smart men; Jiang Wen naturally understood Zhao Fusheng's meaning. Generally, after directing a banned film, a director would be strictly prohibited from directing for several years.

In the worst cases, like a certain Director Tian, one film ruined most of his life.

For someone like Jiang Wen, Zhao Fusheng estimated that, at most, this guy wouldn't be directing again for three to five years.

So he wasn't in a hurry at all.

But Jiang Wen was anxious. He grabbed Zhao Fusheng and said, "It's okay, it's okay. Even if I can't direct, I can work on the script at home."

Heh.

Zhao Fusheng gave him a look, shook his head, and said, "Wait until I figure it out. You can also think about it yourself and see if you can write the rest of the story."

Jiang Wen's eyes lit up: "Right, right, right. That's a good idea, a good idea."

Clearly, he took Zhao Fusheng's words seriously.

Seeing this guy lost in his own world, mulling over the story, Zhao Fusheng didn't waste words. He got up and walked toward the guest room.

Are you kidding? He had been busy all day, his body already exhausted. Tomorrow he had to see Fan Baobao; he didn't have time to chat idly with Jiang Wen in the living room.

Besides, if it were a beautiful woman, having a lovely companion by his side, adding fragrance to the night, would be a romantic tale.

Two grown men chatting here until dawn would be boring; better to sleep early.

As for what Jiang Wen thought, that was beyond Zhao Fusheng's consideration. But seeing him focused, muttering with a pen in hand, Zhao Fusheng figured Jiang Wen had no time for him now.

Sure enough, when Zhao Fusheng got up the next morning, he saw Jiang Wen lying spread-eagled on the sofa, looking satisfied, with a pile of messy manuscript paper on the coffee table.

"This guy..." Zhao Fusheng shook his head and laughed.

No wonder he achieved such success in his past life. In terms of dedication, this guy was someone who could be hard on himself.

If a person can grit their teeth and seriously do one thing, there will always be a chance of success.

Even if the chance is very small and slim, it still exists.

"You're awake." Jiang Wen seemed to be a light sleeper. Hearing Zhao Fusheng get up, he startled awake, climbed off the sofa, and smiled at Zhao Fusheng.

Zhao Fusheng nodded: "Don't tell me you wrote all night."

"No, I slept in the morning." Jiang Wen yawned widely, looking exhausted, and waved his hand: "If you're going out, just close the door. I won't keep you company. I'm dead tired now and need to get some sleep."

Zhao Fusheng nodded: "Alright, you sleep. I'll head back on my own."

After all, he had money; it wasn't like he couldn't get a taxi.

Watching Jiang Wen go into the room to sleep, Zhao Fusheng tidied up, left his house, hailed a taxi, and headed toward Yu Feihong's place.

Halfway there, Zhao Fusheng thought for a moment and dialed Yu Feihong's phone.

"Sister Fei, are you up?" Zhao Fusheng asked.

"Yes, the girl has already gone back to school." Yu Feihong said with a smile.

"Oh?" Zhao Fusheng was a bit surprised. He didn't expect the girl to recover in just one night; it seemed she had good psychological resilience.

"She's a student at our Beijing Film Academy and recognized me." Yu Feihong explained calmly.

She was a teacher at BFA and also an actress with considerable fame. The girl had been very scared at first, but after waking up and seeing Yu Feihong, she immediately started crying.

Yu Feihong comforted her, thinking the girl would be particularly upset, but to her surprise, the girl quickly pulled herself together, politely thanked her, and asked her not to tell anyone about this.

Yu Feihong readily agreed to this request, and then the girl took her leave and left.

"Interesting."

After listening to Yu Feihong's account, Zhao Fusheng muttered to himself with a smile.

To be honest, he hadn't expected the girl to leave so soon. He thought she would wait for him and Jiang Wen to come and thank her, but she left directly. He wondered what she was thinking.

But regardless, for Zhao Fusheng, this was just a small episode in life. Since she didn't want to meet him, perhaps it was because she felt embarrassed.

After all, people often have that psychology: the more someone knows about your shameful side, the less you want to interact with them. It feels like being stripped naked, with no secrets left in front of that person.

"Where are you?" Yu Feihong asked Zhao Fusheng curiously.

Zhao Fusheng said, "In a taxi. I'm going to your place to pick up my luggage."

Yu Feihong nodded, said nothing more, and hung up.

Zhao Fusheng had already told her the purpose of his trip to Beijing. Although she found it a bit baffling, Yu Feihong still expressed understanding and didn't insist on him staying at her place.

After all, if Zhao Fusheng stayed alone, it was just a friend crashing. But if Fan Baobao joined, the relationship would become awkward. Although Yu Feihong had an outgoing personality, she wasn't the type to be unreasonable.

More importantly, Zhao Fusheng didn't want to impose on someone else's home.