Chapter 0633: Incompatible Worldviews

Fan Baobao had always felt that Zhao Fusheng's outlook on life was problematic. His philosophy was that if someone bullied you, you must bully them back, and never forgive or let them off, because once you did, they might turn around and crush you.

Fan Baobao couldn't understand this. In her view, Zhao Fusheng was overcorrecting.

Where it's possible to forgive, forgive—that was the life philosophy Fan Baobao had learned from her mother, and even Zhao Fusheng's parents had told her the same.

But clearly, in Zhao Fusheng's worldview, there was no label for forgiveness.

Zhao Fusheng actually knew that Fan Baobao disagreed with his views, but he truly thought this way.

In this world, there are two kinds of people who cannot be forgiven. The first is someone who is educated and cultured yet still does evil, because such a person betrays the growth that knowledge brings and betrays the power of words.

The second is someone who has read books but hasn't understood them, instead becoming more confused. For example, some people see the word 'cannibalism' in ancient and modern texts, while others only learn greed.

No one knows better than Zhao Fusheng what a collapsed moral system looks like. When you save someone and are falsely accused as the perpetrator, when you see an elderly person fallen on the ground and dare not help, when you see a beggar and dare not give alms, and even when you die saving others, your corpse is used to make money—what kind of feeling is that?

Integrity is a virtue, but if one day this country loses even the most basic virtues, what use is it to preach about economic power all day long?

"By the way, Wang Qiang, has anyone bullied you on set?" Fan Baobao didn't want to continue discussing social issues with Zhao Fusheng. She was never good with words, and besides, Zhao Fusheng had learned all these arguments from somewhere, one after another, leaving her no chance to refute.

"I'm fine, no one bullies me, hehe..." Wang Qiang grinned honestly.

He didn't really understand what his brother and sister-in-law were talking about; he just felt it sounded impressive.

Hearing Fan Baobao's question, he quickly shook his head.

Actually, this was normal. After all, even as an extra, he was brought in through connections by Jiang Wen's younger brother, Jiang Wu. In other words, he had backing.

Whether on set or anywhere else, wherever there are people, there are cliques and factions. Unless someone deliberately picks a fight, why would they offend others for no reason?

"As long as no one bullies you, that's fine. If they do..." Fan Baobao started to say 'just drop my name,' but then realized she wasn't anyone important, so she changed her tune: "If they do, tell your brother. He'll handle it."

After all, since childhood, Zhao Fusheng had taken the blame for her more than once. No big deal.

Zhao Fusheng gave her a helpless look, then smiled at Wang Qiang and said, "Do what you need to do. Don't cause trouble, but don't be afraid of it either."

He meant it. Life is like that: if you walk upright and straight, you won't be bullied. If someone bullies you, fight back without worrying about anything else.

Conversely, if you yourself have a dirty record, others will find your weaknesses and do everything to smear you.

That's something no one can avoid.

To forge iron, you must be strong yourself—that's the principle.

But Zhao Fusheng understood this, while Wang Qiang might not.

He simply took Zhao Fusheng's words as a friend's advice. Even so, Wang Qiang nodded firmly: "I'll remember, bro."

He wasn't stupid. These two people meant well for him. Whether or not he followed their advice, he should appreciate their kindness.

Zhao Fusheng nodded and continued eating. Sometimes, saying things is about showing an attitude.

After the meal, Fan Baobao insisted on dragging Wang Qiang to tour the Central Academy of Drama campus. He himself was full of longing for this performing arts school, since he wasn't a trained professional. Having a chance to walk around the campus and soak in the atmosphere was something he was happy to do.

As for Zhao Fusheng, he used the excuse of needing to write the script and wandered back to his place.

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Some say Shanghai is better than Beijing. The good thing is that in Shanghai, if you have money, you can look down on the entire city.

But in Zhao Fusheng's view, Beijing and Shanghai were no different. Even if there were differences, they were just in name.

Because within a decade, both cities would be filled with ambitious people, full of drive, unwilling to work in one place for a lifetime, desperately eager to make a quick fortune for one ideal or another.

That's the mentality of most Beijing drifters.

Returning to his place with a solitary figure, Zhao Fusheng turned on the desk lamp and sat down to write the script.

Zhao Fusheng didn't find it hard. He knew well that one must endure hardship to rise above others. If he wanted to make money and grow stronger, some things were necessary.

A mature society needs a constant infusion of fresh blood. 'Is every man born a king or a prince?'—that's what drives historical progress.

Zhao Fusheng had no intention of being a Xiang Yu. In his past life, he had watched Tan Kaixuan, that guy, refuse to cross the Wu River even in death, choosing to leap from the Oriental Pearl Tower rather than compromise. In this life, Zhao Fusheng realized he was actually the same kind of person.

Shaking his head, he opened a document on the computer, cleared his mind, and began typing away.

His past life experiences were too complicated. He had long developed a stubbornness that even if he did something wrong, he wouldn't regret it. Now starting over, Zhao Fusheng was naturally cautious and methodical, never making mistakes easily.

Time passed quickly. When Zhao Fusheng stopped and shut down the computer, he looked up and noticed it was already midnight. Even Fan Baobao had returned. But not wanting to disturb his work, she had gone to sleep first.

As for Wang Qiang, he had a room there anyway.

Turning his head, Zhao Fusheng gently stroked Fan Baobao's face, a tender smile appearing at the corner of his mouth. Maybe because he was too absorbed in writing the script, he hadn't even noticed when she came in. He guessed she would definitely scold him tomorrow morning.

"Mm..." Whether dreaming or not, Fan Baobao shifted slightly and let out a soft murmur.

Zhao Fusheng smiled, quietly straightened up, and slowly walked toward the door.

It seemed that tonight, his best归宿 was the living room sofa.