Chapter 0507 I Want to Know You Better

For those in love, time alone together is undoubtedly a very happy thing.

Fan Baobao originally thought that she and Zhao Fusheng would feel a bit awkward, after all, transitioning from childhood friends to lovers would inevitably bring a little strangeness in both thought and behavior.

But she soon discovered that she seemed to have already gotten used to it.

Perhaps, from a long time ago, she had already accepted Zhao Fusheng as her other half, and all of this transformation had quietly taken place without her even realizing it.

The two of them were like an old married couple, Fan Baobao accompanying Zhao Fusheng as he wrote his plans, and Zhao Fusheng accompanying her as she watched TV dramas—everything was so harmonious.

"Tell me, how can this drama be so poorly acted? I could do better than her," Fan Baobao complained, pointing at a show on TV.

She was a fan of the male lead, and naturally, she was extremely dissatisfied with the female lead's clumsy acting, wanting to pick out a thousand flaws.

"That's just how the entertainment industry is. Maybe she has connections with the investors," Zhao Fusheng shrugged and explained.

He was telling the truth. That's how this circle worked; sometimes, relying solely on acting skills wasn't enough to stand firm. Otherwise, if it were just about acting ability, how many of those later so-called little flower actresses and traffic stars would have become famous?

Why was Zhao Fusheng now painstakingly weaving all kinds of networks? Because he knew very well that if he didn't, his friends and his girlfriend would suffer the consequences.

Whether in the entertainment industry or in society, status and fame have never been given peacefully and kindly by others out of goodwill; they are won through repeated struggles and battles.

The acting profession relies three parts on talent, six parts on hard work, and one part on luck and support from benefactors.

In later times, certain so-called little flowers and little fresh meats had touching acting skills. Whenever they were heavily criticized, their fans would often say: Do you know how hard our so-and-so works? She still studied the script even with a fever of forty-nine degrees, and she kept dancing despite a comminuted fracture of both legs... In short, a whole bunch of various excuses.

Leaving aside whether these things have anything to do with acting skills, the problem is, if they've worked so hard and their acting is still that terrible, shouldn't they reflect on themselves?

Of course, this was just Zhao Fusheng's personal opinion. He could even be sure that if he said this out loud, he would be accused of being jealous of the talented.

There was no helping it; normal people simply couldn't understand the world of brainless fans.

"Hmph, none of them are any good," Fan Baobao snorted, her face full of contempt.

Having gone through that incident with Ms. Chen, she naturally understood that there were many despicable dark sides in this circle.

But as Zhao Fusheng later told her, the troubles of life are like the palm of your hand; once we cover our eyes, we lose the scenery and light of the entire world.

Although some places are dark, more places are bright. What one can do is to avoid those dark places and walk in the sunlight.

"By the way, Zhou Yun seems to be almost done filming. Should we go see her?" The restless Miss Fan soon proposed another suggestion.

Zhao Fusheng looked at his girlfriend helplessly, feeling for the first time that this girl was like a child with ADHD, never able to sit still.

"You go ahead. I still have things to take care of," Zhao Fusheng said to Fan Baobao.

He knew that Zhou Yun was filming at the Beijing Film Studio, after all, it was a crew that Jiang Wu had helped find.

Originally, Zhou Yun had wanted to come back and stay, but since Fan Baobao wasn't around, it was inconvenient for her and Zhao Fusheng to be alone together, so she simply stayed with the crew.

Now that Fan Baobao had returned victorious, Zhou Yun would probably come back tonight.

Thinking of this, Zhao Fusheng was about to speak when he heard Fan Baobao say happily, "Alright then, I'll go hang out with her."

With that, the girl got up and went to wash up and get ready.

Zhao Fusheng blinked, raised his hand, but finally put it down helplessly.

Calculating the time, the day of his return to Ninghai was getting closer. He was actually a bit reluctant to leave, but there was no help for it; the plans were already set and couldn't be changed.

More importantly, Zhao Fusheng had never been the type to hesitate when a decision needed to be made. In his view, both he and Fan Baobao had things to do. If they clung to each other all day long, their feelings would eventually sour.

This principle was simple: everyone is an independent individual. Whether in marriage or love, it's a process of mutual complementation. It doesn't mean that having a girlfriend or boyfriend means losing oneself.

If you lose yourself because of someone, then when that person leaves, what's left?

Besides, Zhao Fusheng really did have things to attend to, because Comrade Jiang Wen had just finished filming and editing "Devils on the Doorstep" and returned to Beijing.

Zhao Fusheng planned to meet Jiang Wen. No matter what, he couldn't just watch this guy, driven by impulse, repeat the same mistakes of history.

"Devils on the Doorstep" was a great film. Whether it was the actors' performances or Jiang Wen's direction, it was undoubtedly a rare good movie nowadays—Zhao Fusheng had no doubt about that.

But the problem was that what the film expressed didn't align with the mainstream values of the time, which was quite troublesome.

In other words, what you shot was good, but it couldn't be broadcast—that was very awkward.

In the original history, the censors at the State Administration of Radio, Film, and Television directly sentenced the film to death, and Jiang Wen, with his stubborn temper, simply bypassed everyone and secretly submitted the film to the Cannes Film Festival.

If the film hadn't caused any stir, it might have been fine, but it ended up winning an award.

For those officials, it was like a slap in the face. Naturally, Jiang Wen was banned from directing for five years. If it weren't for his strong connections behind the scenes, even his acting career might have been blacklisted.

And now, history was repeating itself, reaching that same crossroads.

Jiang Wen had returned to Beijing with his newly edited film. Zhao Fusheng's first thought upon hearing the news was that he must stop this guy at all costs. Even if, worst case, the film couldn't pass censorship, he had to stabilize Jiang Wen first and prevent him from doing anything so impulsive.

With this in mind, Zhao Fusheng first sent Fan Baobao to the Beijing Film Studio, then dialed Jiang Wen's phone.