Chapter 0597: Let's Hurt Each Other!

"You kid, you always have so many reasons."

Looking at Zhao Fusheng helplessly, Jiang Wen knew he definitely couldn't convince him. Since the two had met, it seemed every time he was the one being convinced.

This had nothing to do with eloquence; it was purely a matter of presenting facts and reasoning.

"Old Jiang, don't worry about this. If you have the time, just support our foundation's work more—it won't do you any harm." Zhao Fusheng said with a faint smile to Jiang Wen.

Jiang Wen looked speechless: "So, you're hitting me up for sponsorship?"

"Of course," Zhao Fusheng said matter-of-factly. "My sister should have shown you our foundation's promotional brochure, right?"

"Yeah, I saw it."

Jiang Wen nodded: "'There is always a force that supports us, always a love that pains us, always a sentiment that moves us.' Hmm, well written, interesting..."

Then he looked at Zhao Fusheng meaningfully: "Your work, right?"

Zhao Fusheng smiled without modesty: "Naturally. Don't you think it's easy to touch people's hearts this way?"

Jiang Wen nodded helplessly. Being a creator himself, he naturally understood what Zhao Fusheng meant.

"Alright, don't worry about it so much. By the way, any interest in donating some money?" Zhao Fusheng didn't give Jiang Wen a chance to change the subject, smiling as he asked.

Jiang Wen rolled his eyes and pointed at Zhao Fusheng: "You bastard, don't be as outrageous as Feihong!"

"Look at you, Director Jiang, Star Jiang, a public figure who can earn millions a year, and you're pained by spending such a small amount. Ah, Old Jiang, you've disappointed me." Zhao Fusheng said with a look of heartache, as if hurt, teasing Jiang Wen.

Completely speechless, Jiang Wen stared at Zhao Fusheng's vivid performance, discovering for the first time that this guy had potential as an actor.

"No joking, can you tell me why you're doing this?"

Taking a sip of tea from the cup in front of him, Jiang Wen put away his joking expression and asked Zhao Fusheng seriously.

In fact, not just him, but everyone in the Beijing circle who had a decent relationship with Yu Feihong and Zhao Fusheng was curious about what he intended to do.

After all, Yu Feihong was quite influential in the Beijing circle. Her actions over the past half year were almost like she had changed as a person. Others might not know, but those familiar with her knew it was all due to Zhao Fusheng's influence.

So, anyone with a good relationship with Yu Feihong was now curious about what Zhao Fusheng planned to do.

And as the one closest to them, Jiang Wen was undoubtedly the most suitable person to ask this question.

Zhao Fusheng smiled slightly and said calmly: "No reason, just because it should be done." He meant it, because in his view, this was indeed something he should do.

As for Yu Feihong, in Zhao Fusheng's eyes, she had always wanted to do this. Moreover, he believed that doing this would bring her benefits for her future development that others couldn't even imagine.

Many people now didn't know how far the internet would develop in the future. In the era of information explosion, even the brand of underwear a celebrity wore could be dug up by paparazzi, let alone all kinds of revelations.

What Yu Feihong was doing now would make her a goddess immune to attacks in the future. Although it seemed foolish now, time would prove everything.

"It's not about whether it should be done. Many people are saying Feihong is doing this charity for fame." Jiang Wen sighed and said slowly.

Zhao Fusheng chuckled: "Do you think she's the type to care about that?"

Jiang Wen was taken aback, then shook his head. From his understanding of Yu Feihong, Zhao Fusheng wasn't wrong. Over the years, Yu Feihong had always been that maverick person, like when she chose to study abroad after staying on as a teacher. When had she ever cared about others' opinions?

It had to be said that although they hadn't known each other long, in Jiang Wen's view, Zhao Fusheng seemed to understand Yu Feihong no less than these old friends. In fact, there was even a bit of resonance in certain aspects of their personalities.

If Zhao Fusheng didn't have a girlfriend, and Yu Feihong hadn't repeatedly denied having feelings for him, everyone would have thought they were hiding something from everyone.

After all, celebrities are also human, and they gossip too. If a man took Yu Feihong home, the men in the Beijing circle would thoroughly investigate him before agreeing.

"Forget it, I won't bother. You know what you're doing." Jiang Wen waved his hand, looking indifferent.

In his view, since Zhao Fusheng had already made up his mind, let them do as they pleased.

"How about Donglaishun tonight for a drink?" Jiang Wen said, smiling at Zhao Fusheng after finishing business.

Zhao Fusheng shook his head: "I can't eat with you. I'm accompanying my girlfriend tonight."

Then he looked at Jiang Wen meaningfully: "You single dog wouldn't understand."

Single dog?

Hearing this term for the first time, Jiang Wen was instantly stunned.

He wasn't stupid; he could understand the meaning of those three words literally. Besides, Zhao Fusheng was looking at him with a weird smile.

Taking a deep breath, Jiang Wen barely controlled himself. This was a public place, and he was a celebrity; he had to mind his image. Otherwise, being seen beating up a young man in his twenties would damage his reputation.

"Kid, do you never want to see me again?" Jiang Wen said through gritted teeth in a low voice.

Zhao Fusheng smiled nonchalantly: "It's okay. I think you'll still want to see me in the future."

Huh?

Jiang Wen was startled, then saw Zhao Fusheng wink and make a gun gesture at him.

Damn!

Jiang Wen then remembered he still needed him to write a script.

Looking at Zhao Fusheng helplessly, Jiang Wen felt that this guy's smile was too hateful.

But Zhao Fusheng didn't feel any resentment at all. He drank his tea calmly, looking composed.

Being with Jiang Wen, he actually felt quite relaxed, because he didn't have to think about the tedious matters of business. He could just do what made him happy and say what he wanted.

And occasionally watching Jiang Wen fume with rage made Zhao Fusheng feel that this trip to Beijing would definitely be very interesting.