Chapter 0566: Stand Straight and Take the Beating

Regarding Jiang Wen's behavior, Zhao Fusheng could only silently complain in his heart, having nothing else to say.

He figured that if it were him, he would probably make the same choice.

That said, Zhao Fusheng felt there had to be a solution.

With that in mind, he said to Wang Zhonglei, “President Wang, are you calling me to ask me to talk Old Jiang around?”

He was clearly asking knowingly. When Wang Zhonglei called him, nine times out of ten he actually wanted to ask for his advice. But Zhao Fusheng wasn't running a charity; helping Jiang Wen was out of their personal friendship, but helping Wang Zhonglei? There was no reason for that.

Some people always habitually ask others for help, yet they simply don't understand that while you think you're close with someone, in their heart you may not hold an important position.

The awkwardness lies in the fact that the request you make might not be something the other party is willing to fulfill, and it might even breed resentment.

Wang Zhonglei was certainly no fool. He knew very well that Zhao Fusheng wouldn't offer advice for free. So after Zhao Fusheng asked that question, he smiled and said, "I mainly wanted to ask for your help. Last time, thanks to your guidance to Old Jiang, otherwise our investment would never have been recovered."

Since things had come to this point, he naturally had to express his gratitude.

Zhao Fusheng smiled slightly. They were both smart people; neither needed to put on airs in front of the other. In other words, Wang Zhonglei was essentially representing Huayi in promising that they owed him a favor.

Whether or not Zhao Fusheng had any intention of developing in the entertainment industry, being able to make the Wang brothers owe him a favor undoubtedly made him very happy.

"A man, since he's made a mistake, must accept punishment. With a personality like Old Jiang's, I think it's best he stop being a director for now," Zhao Fusheng said slowly, recalling the punishment Jiang Wen had received in his previous life.

"How can that be? He's someone our company is going to heavily promote. Do you know how strong his box office appeal is? Uh..." Wang Zhonglei stopped mid-sentence.

He wasn't stupid; Zhao Fusheng had deliberately emphasized the word "director" heavily in that sentence.

In other words, the key point of the sentence lay right there.

"You mean, Old Jiang should stop being a director and become an actor?" Wang Zhonglei hesitated, then asked Zhao Fusheng.

Zhao Fusheng shrugged and said in a nonchalant tone, "Then I wouldn't know. That's your company's business. I'm just making a suggestion."

"Hahaha, right, right, just a suggestion." Wang Zhonglei laughed wildly, as if he had found a lottery ticket worth five million, unable to contain his joy: "Exactly, this guy should just be a good actor and stop directing."

As Zhao Fusheng had said, Jiang Wen had two identities: he was both a director and one of the most bankable male actors in the country. The SARFT could blacklist Director Jiang Wen, but it couldn't stop Actor Jiang Wen from making films. That was probably the best outcome.

In a sense, Zhao Fusheng's suggestion was like clearing the clouds to see the sun, making Wang Zhonglei realize the best way to resolve the matter perfectly—it could both save face for the higher-ups and bring benefits to both Jiang Wen and Huayi.

"Heh, that's your Huayi's problem," Zhao Fusheng said indifferently.

He had already given his advice. As for how Huayi would handle it, that was their business. Zhao Fusheng didn't know much about the entertainment industry, but he had to say, he knew who not to mess with.

"Mm-hmm, when will you come to Beijing? I'll treat you to a meal." Wang Zhonglei said a lot of grateful words to Zhao Fusheng happily before hanging up the phone.

When Zhao Fusheng hung up and returned to Wang Xiaorong, her face was full of curiosity: "What's up? Something happened?"

"Oh, nothing, nothing. It's just something from our school." Zhao Fusheng replied with a smile.

There was no need to reveal his personal affairs to others. Besides, Zhao Fusheng had an average impression of Wang Xiaorong, even though she was actually quite pretty.

"Ah, okay. Let's go back to the office. You can help me grade homework." Wang Xiaorong said to Zhao Fusheng.

Zhao Fusheng nodded and followed her toward the office.

The work of a middle school teacher is actually very boring and tedious. Many people think being a teacher is easy—reading newspapers and drinking tea in the office all day, going to class when it's time, then leaving.

But that's all a misunderstanding!

Real teaching work, though not as tiring as a dog, is still extremely busy all day long, especially for homeroom teachers.

Looking at the thick stack of homework in front of him, Zhao Fusheng's mouth twitched. He felt that he really shouldn't have come to do this internship.

"Um, Teacher Wang, I don't think I know how to grade..." After hesitating for a few minutes, Zhao Fusheng said to Wang Xiaorong.

Wang Xiaorong was stunned and looked at Zhao Fusheng in surprise: "You don't know how?"

She really hadn't expected Zhao Fusheng to say such a thing.

Zhao Fusheng nodded: "I studied advertising design. I haven't learned anything about teaching."

Having experienced the same thing in his previous life, Zhao Fusheng had to admit that fate can be really helpless sometimes. No matter how you go around, you always end up back at the starting point.

"Alright, since that's the case, you can follow me and learn." Wang Xiaorong said to Zhao Fusheng after thinking for a long time.

Zhao Fusheng nodded and obediently kept quiet.

There is a priority in learning, and specialization in skills. Just like women can give birth but men can't, in the field of teaching, Zhao Fusheng knew his own limitations well. It was better to stay humble.

For the rest of the day, Zhao Fusheng followed Wang Xiaorong like an elementary school student, trying hard to help. But he had to admit that no matter how hard he tried to prove his usefulness, some things couldn't be solved by effort alone.

"Um, maybe you'd better not help." Watching Zhao Fusheng try hard to copy lesson plans for her, Wang Xiaorong patted her forehead and said helplessly.

Zhao Fusheng was a bit embarrassed and scratched his head: "Teacher Wang, why don't you tell me what to do?"

Putting himself in her shoes, if he had such an intern under him, he would probably be annoyed too.

Wang Xiaorong chuckled lightly: "It's okay, it's not your fault. How about this: you can help me supervise the morning self-study and maintain discipline. What do you think?"

Zhao Fusheng was about to refuse, but then remembered something and quickly nodded in agreement.