Chapter 0618: Tolerance Is a Virtue

Between the ages of twenty and thirty, a person's character is basically set. Squandering money and wasting time are common life experiences for many, but these two things are not as terrifying as taking the wrong path or following the wrong person.

After all, the former two can still be remedied if one wakes up early enough.

But the latter, once wrong, can truly ruin one's entire life.

Because trust is the most frightening thing.

If you trust someone, you will give them your whole heart, follow them to the end, and refuse to turn back until you hit the wall.

Zhao Fusheng had suffered such losses too many times, so now he rarely trusts others easily.

As for fooling Xu Lei, Zhao Fusheng felt no guilt at all. That woman was the type who loved to manage her own image; in other words, she herself was a big talker.

"Whether I can tell fortunes or not doesn't matter. The most important thing is, do you believe that when she shoots this film, she will definitely come to you to act?" Zhao Fusheng said with a light laugh to Jiang Wen.

Jiang Wen was stunned for a moment, then gave a bitter smile.

Even without Zhao Fusheng saying it, he understood. In the entertainment industry, a place of fame and fortune, some things really couldn't be refused.

"But seriously, kid, you really can talk. Old Xu didn't even react before you fooled her," Jiang Wen said with a smile to Zhao Fusheng.

Zhao Fusheng blinked: "If I were in ancient times, I'd be a figure like Mao Sui."

Jiang Wen nodded in agreement, but Zhao Fusheng knew he was just bragging.

In history books, those brilliant talents could, with just their silver tongues, subdue a hundred thousand troops and persuade kings to serve them. They maneuvered with ease, never failing. Names like Shen Baoxu, Zhang Yi, and Su Qin each represented a legend.

But in fact, Zhao Fusheng knew very well that negotiation and persuasion were not as simple as they seemed. Eloquence alone wasn't enough; one also needed extraordinary courage and insight, and even a clear understanding of the person being negotiated with.

If Zhao Fusheng hadn't known Xu Lei's personality well, he wouldn't have been able to grasp her thoughts and convince her.

"I don't know if you're Mao Sui, but can you explain why what you said to Old Xu sounds exactly like what you said to me?" Jiang Wen looked at Zhao Fusheng with a half-smile.

Zhao Fusheng blinked and chuckled: "Old Jiang, do you think your previous state, or the current you, could make 'Let the Bullets Fly' well?"

Jiang Wen was taken aback, then smiled bitterly and said nothing more.

He was an honest man and naturally understood what Zhao Fusheng meant. In fact, as Zhao Fusheng said, even if given a good script, the current Jiang Wen couldn't carry a film.

After all, a director is different from an actor. A good actor can make a role, but a good director can save a film.

Of course, the premise is that the script must be up to standard; otherwise, even if a god descends to earth, there's little that can be done.

By laying this out clearly, Zhao Fusheng's intention was also clear: he didn't want Jiang Wen to misunderstand him over this matter.

No matter how good the relationship between two people, some things are better said openly. Otherwise, if they accumulate over time, misunderstandings can turn into resentment, and that would be hard to resolve.

Fortunately, Jiang Wen was also smart and understood Zhao Fusheng's intent.

Seeing that it was getting late, Zhao Fusheng declined Jiang Wen's invitation to go to the Central Academy of Drama. No way—if he went now and ran into Fan Baobao, how would he explain appearing with Jiang Wen?

Jiang Wen didn't insist. He drove Zhao Fusheng home and then went to the school himself, saying he was going to pick the leading actress for his next film.

To this, Zhao Fusheng could only remark that when art people become shameless, they truly scare off ghosts and gods. He actually managed to dress up the shameless act of picking up girls as something so dignified.

Back home, Zhao Fusheng was about to rest when Dong Chenxi called.

"What's up?"

Answering the phone, Zhao Fusheng asked curiously. Lately, the advertising company shouldn't have any issues needing his help.

He had already given suggestions and made revisions for those plans last time; there seemed to be nothing left.

"It's like this. There's a plan for that iced tea drink. You gave revision suggestions before, but now the designer of the ad plan has a different opinion..." Dong Chenxi's voice sounded a bit troubled, as this matter was indeed hard for her to bring up.

Zhao Fusheng, on the other hand, was very calm. After a pause, he smiled and said, "That's fine. If he thinks his plan is perfect, let the manufacturer choose."

He never cared about such trivial matters. After all, advertising planning is not something that can be fully expressed in the text of a plan. Everyone has their own ideas, especially planners, who are blindly confident in their own creativity.

Only facts can convince each other.

Zhao Fusheng had understood this principle long ago, so upon hearing Dong Chenxi's words, he didn't feel angry at all. Instead, he was quite interested in knowing who this designer was who dared to suggest that his design was better than Zhao Fusheng's.

"Uh, you're not angry?" Dong Chenxi was stunned. She had thought Zhao Fusheng would fly into a rage.

But his attitude was as if the whole matter had nothing to do with him, completely indifferent.

"Why would I be angry?" Zhao Fusheng said with a slight smile.

"Because..." Dong Chenxi opened her mouth to speak but stopped. She suddenly realized that what Zhao Fusheng said made sense. Even she couldn't find a reason for him to be angry.

"It's just a plan. It's normal for people to have different opinions. My plan isn't necessarily guaranteed to succeed; what if his works?" Zhao Fusheng smiled and said, "Here's what you do: submit both plans to the manufacturer and let them choose. Oh, and don't tell the manufacturer which one I did, to avoid them having preconceptions. That wouldn't be fair to the other person."

Having said that, Zhao Fusheng simply hung up, not giving Dong Chenxi a chance to speak again.

On the other end of the phone, Dong Chenxi held the receiver and was silent for a long time. She suddenly felt like she had been worrying unnecessarily. But for some reason, her mood was very good, even better than before she made the call.

Originally, she thought Zhao Fusheng would get angry and drive the newcomer who dared to oppose him out of the company.

But facts proved he wasn't that kind of person. He was still the good man who smiled and never made things difficult for anyone.