Chapter 0509 A Bad Idea

What does it feel like when a person who is wholeheartedly chasing a dream is suddenly hit on the head by someone who should have been supporting him?

The disillusionment of ideals? The misery of facing reality?

Zhao Fusheng didn't know, but he could understand Jiang Wen's current mood. He guessed that in his heart, no news could help him emerge from the gloom now.

So, whether it was Chen Dao or Ge You and the others, none of them chose to console him. As friends, the only thing they could do was accompany him in getting drunk.

With a sigh, Zhao Fusheng put down the phone, grabbed a beer from in front of Jiang Wen, casually opened one, and started drinking it down in gulps.

Things had come to this point; aside from drinking with Jiang Wen, he seemed to have no other way.

“Come on, cheers!”

Zhao Fusheng said loudly.

Jiang Wen looked up, grinned, and said, “Alright, cheers!”

One bottle, two bottles, three bottles...

In the end, even Zhao Fusheng couldn't remember exactly how many bottles they had drunk.

He only remembered that he had pulled Jiang Wen aside and said a whole bunch of things, but he couldn't recall the specific content.

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When a person is drunk, there is actually a period of time when their consciousness is relatively clear. It's a very mysterious feeling—their thinking and logic are extremely clear, yet the next day they don't remember at all what they did.

That was exactly Zhao Fusheng's situation now. When he sobered up, he found a bunch of missed calls on his phone, all from Fan Baobao alone.

Glancing at the sky outside, Zhao Fusheng noticed it was already late at night.

Picking up his phone, Zhao Fusheng quickly called back.

“You finally remember to call back?” On the other end of the line, Fan Baobao said irritably.

Zhao Fusheng was a bit embarrassed and gave a dry laugh. “Uh, I was drinking with a friend and got drunk...”

“I know.” Fan Baobao interrupted Zhao Fusheng and said huffily, “Come back tomorrow. Zhou Yun will keep me company tonight.”

Huh?

Zhao Fusheng was completely bewildered. Since when was Fan Baobao so easy to deal with?

Little did he know, Fan Baobao, who had hung up the phone, was looking tense and let out a long sigh of relief.

Zhou Yun, standing by, grinned at her. “Zhao Fusheng?”

“Mm-hmm, that guy sobered up,” Fan Baobao nodded like a chick pecking at rice.

“So, he doesn’t know that he called you to confess?” Zhou Yun suppressed a smile.

Fan Baobao kept nodding.

Zhou Yun burst out laughing. “This boyfriend of yours is simply invincible.”

Fan Baobao couldn't hold it in anymore and lay down on the bed laughing. Clearly, what Zhao Fusheng had done while drunk had pleased her greatly.

After all, they say that wine reveals the truth. A man who, when drunk, still remembers to call and report his safety, then confesses his feelings—that's hardly a bad thing.

Of course, the fact that this guy actually forgot everything after sobering up was also quite exasperating.

Zhao Fusheng naturally had no idea what he had done while drunk. He just saw a bunch of missed calls and quickly called Fan Baobao back. As for calling Fan Baobao while drunk, Zhao Fusheng claimed he truly didn't remember it.

"Thank you."

Just as he hung up the phone, Zhao Fusheng heard a deep voice behind him. Looking up, he saw Jiang Wen's big face grinning at him.

"Ghost!"

Zhao Fusheng instinctively shoved hard, then heard a crash, followed by a scream.

Half an hour later, Zhao Fusheng sat apologetically on the sofa. On the other side was Jiang Wen, clutching his head pitifully, along with Zhang Hanyu and He Bing, who had been dragged over by Ge You in the middle of the night to help clean up the room.

The room had already been tidied up by Ge You and the others. He Bing and Zhang Hanyu were both part of the Beijing circle; though not highly placed, they were relatively well-known actors in later years, and Zhao Fusheng was familiar with their names.

After a round of polite greetings, Ge You looked at Jiang Wen: "So, you've pulled through?"

These people had all been drinking heavily with Jiang Wen over the past few days, so they naturally knew what had happened. Now, seeing Jiang Wen's state—still a bit tired and dispirited, but with a noticeably different spirit—they were curious about what had occurred.

To be honest, even Zhao Fusheng himself was curious now, because he had no idea what was up with Jiang Wen. Could drinking too much really rejuvenate a person?

"Actually, I have to thank Fusheng for this," Jiang Wen said slowly, his voice deep but forceful.

"Thank me?"

Zhao Fusheng was completely bewildered, having no idea what was going on. Could it be that his drunken words of comfort had made Jiang Wen feel better?

With this doubt in his mind, Zhao Fusheng looked at Jiang Wen, waiting for him to continue.

"What did Fusheng say to you?" Before Zhao Fusheng could speak, Ge You, as the person closest to Jiang Wen among those present, naturally asked.

He was a very interesting man. Because he didn't fly, every trip abroad was a hassle. There was a joke that Ge You once took over twenty train rides to attend a film festival—quite a peculiarity.

But regardless, others might not know, but Zhao Fusheng was well aware of Ge You's status and influence in the domestic New Year's film market. Before Wang Qiang, Huang Bo, and others became famous, the New Year's slot was his domain.

Not only that, Ge You was truly unmatched in comedy. Even just lying there, he could become a meme—in China and abroad, he was the only one.

"I'm thinking of going to Cannes to take a look," Jiang Wen said, glancing at Zhao Fusheng, then addressing Ge You.

"What?"

"Go to Cannes?"

"Are you crazy?"

"Are you kidding?"

Not only Ge You and the others were stunned, but Zhao Fusheng himself was also shocked. He even looked at Jiang Wen with disbelief: "Old Jiang, are you joking? When did I ever say something like that?"

But the next moment, one sentence from Jiang Wen silenced Zhao Fusheng.

"When we were drinking, you said it—let me try Cannes," Jiang Wen said, looking at Zhao Fusheng calmly. "You were right: flowers bloom brighter outside the wall. Maybe going abroad will yield a different result."

The others didn't speak, lost in thought.

But Zhao Fusheng panicked. Come on, how could words spoken while drunk be taken seriously?

Besides, others might not know, but he did. If Jiang Wen went to Cannes in his current state, it would be fine if he didn't win an award, but if he did, trouble was sure to follow.

As for the reason, just look at Tian Feng, the advisor to Yuan Shao during the Battle of Guandu, and you'll understand.