Chapter 0631: Smart People

In life, one must persist in walking one's own path. If at eighteen you decide to be a good person, then be a good person for life—that will always lead to good results. If you decide to be a villain, then go all the way to the end. In the eyes of others, a good person turning bad and a bad person turning good are actually the same.

The former will be despised, while the latter will be doubted for a lifetime.

As the saying goes, a prodigal son who returns is more precious than gold, or else, drop the butcher's knife and become a Buddha on the spot. But the question is, how many people would believe it? If a bad person says they want to be good, nine times out of ten they'll be sneered at.

Just like now, when Jiang Wen said he wanted to be a producer, nine out of ten people understood that he would surely use the title of producer to do the work of a director.

Although Jiang Wen spoke with certainty that he didn't intend to meddle in directing because he wasn't good at comedy, it was obvious that everyone, including Wang Zhonglei, didn't believe him.

Others were fine, but Zhao Fusheng didn't exactly disbelieve Jiang Wen; he just felt that originally he had let Jiang Wen hold the title of producer precisely to let him be the director, and now this guy suddenly said he wouldn't be the director, just a producer—it was really hard to understand.

This was an era that did not hesitate to use the most malicious thoughts to speculate on others' motives. In this era, the law was the standard for measuring everything.

So Zhao Fusheng was very puzzled: what was Jiang Wen really up to?

Zhao Fusheng didn't ask this question in front of Wang Zhonglei and Ye Jing. After Wang Zhonglei agreed to invest in the film, Ye Jing dragged him away. Yu Feihong had to attend an event, leaving only Zhao Fusheng and Jiang Wen in the villa to work on the script.

So Zhao Fusheng brought up the matter with Jiang Wen.

"Old Jiang, are you really not going to interfere with the filming?" Zhao Fusheng said to Jiang Wen. He wasn't joking; he asked very seriously.

Jiang Wen nodded honestly: "Not only do I not plan to interfere, but as a producer, I will seriously cooperate with the director."

Blinking, Zhao Fusheng looked bewildered. He really couldn't understand.

In his previous life, he was just a seasoned ad man. His understanding of the film and television industry came from media reports and so-called inside information from various people. His impression of Jiang Wen was also based on online news.

But no matter what was said, Zhao Fusheng didn't think Jiang Wen was a man who could coexist peacefully with a director.

People like Chen Dao and Jiang Wen—if the director couldn't control them, the set would naturally become their domain.

That was also why later some big films required top-tier directors.

Because the bigger the star, the stronger their aura. Without a top director at the helm, ordinary new directors simply couldn't hold them down; rewriting the script was a minor issue...

"What, don't you understand?" Jiang Wen glanced at Zhao Fusheng, seeing his confusion, and smiled as he asked.

Zhao Fusheng nodded: "I don't understand."

Sighing, Jiang Wen said bitterly: "I'm also thinking about my reputation. I can't have people calling me a 'drama bully,' can I? When you mentioned it before, I really considered taking over the director's role. But on second thought, I've just been blacklisted by the authorities. If I act like this, it's like asking for trouble. Do I still want my reputation or not?"

Zhao Fusheng remained silent. After a moment of thought, he looked up at Jiang Wen with contempt.

What this guy meant was that now was a sensitive time; he needed to carefully manage his reputation. When the time was right, he could do this kind of thing later.

As a reborn person, Zhao Fusheng knew very well how a person's reputation could be ruined. In this world, being a good person doesn't guarantee a good reputation. Reputation is very fragile and often affected by minor incidents. The most ridiculous thing is that when most people say you're a good person, you are a good person—even if you commit murder, arson, rape, and every evil deed—as long as you lick the blood off your lips in public.

The most obvious examples are Yao Dazui and Dong Bailian. Both cheated on their spouses first, but with the support of many, they poured dirty water on their husbands. Two promising male actors were ultimately ruined. Fortunately, Yao Dazui's ex-husband lived happily with his later wife. And Dong Bailian's ex-husband made a comeback with the drama 'Day and Night.'

Life always gives us all kinds of surprises. Lose at sunrise, gain at sunset.

But one had to admit that what Jiang Wen said made sense, so Zhao Fusheng understood his thinking.

"Of course, if the young director has something he doesn't understand and consults me, an old actor, I will certainly tell everything I know without reservation." Just as Zhao Fusheng was about to comfort Jiang Wen, this guy suddenly said something that made Zhao Fusheng's somewhat mournful expression vanish instantly.

"What's wrong? What's that look?" Jiang Wen looked at Zhao Fusheng strangely.

Zhao Fusheng gave a cold laugh, rolled his eyes at Jiang Wen for him to figure out, turned around, and packed up to leave.

"Where are you going?" Jiang Wen asked curiously.

"Home to write the script," Zhao Fusheng said.

"Huh?" Jiang Wen was stunned: "Didn't we agree to write it here?"

"Not in the mood. Seeing your face, I can't write comedy. So I've decided to go home and look at something pleasing to the eye," Zhao Fusheng said, looking at Jiang Wen with disdain.

Pleasing to the eye?

Regarding Zhao Fusheng's insult to his appearance, Jiang Wen felt he needed to demand an explanation. But Zhao Fusheng didn't give him a chance to speak. He grabbed his things, put on his coat, and left.

Jiang Wen opened his mouth but couldn't say a word.

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Zhao Fusheng didn't care whether Jiang Wen's feelings were hurt. The only thing he wanted to do now was go home, lie on the sofa, and rest.

As for the script, the basic framework was already in place. Only some details remained. Barring any surprises, Zhao Fusheng could finish the script within a week.

At this point, he wasn't in a hurry. As the saying goes, haste makes waste, and sharpening the axe won't delay the cutting of wood. The investors were basically confirmed, so Zhao Fusheng planned to polish the script carefully.

Well, he wouldn't admit that he was just being a bit lazy.

"Why are you lying here?"

As soon as Zhao Fusheng entered the door, he saw someone lying on the sofa. Startled, he blurted out.