Chapter 0723 A Beautiful Day

If you give too much frivolity to this society, no one will appreciate your seriousness.

This saying makes a lot of sense. Sometimes, if a person appears too easygoing, others will subconsciously feel that they can be pushed around, just as someone too flighty always gives an impression of instability.

The reason Jiang Wen trusted Zhao Fusheng and was willing to seek his opinion was that Zhao Fusheng always appeared very steady in front of him, completely at odds with his age, yet it felt perfectly reasonable.

In the end, Zhao Fusheng still did not stop Jiang Wen.

Some people are never easily swayed from their decisions by others, such as Jiang Wen, such as Zhao Fusheng.

Not only that, but Zhao Fusheng also rejected Jiang Wen's idea of having Phoenix Films invest in his new film. The reason was simple: before formally independently directing a commercially successful blockbuster, Zhao Fusheng refused to take risks.

Jiang Wen didn't mind either; he knew Zhao Fusheng was targeting the issue, not the person.

Only after Jiang Wen stood up to leave did Zhao Fusheng reveal a bitter smile. He realized that there really was an invisible thread in this world, pulling at everyone's fate.

He had originally thought that dragging Jiang Wen to make a New Year film would make the guy realize that the path of art films wasn't so easy to walk, and wake him up sooner. But unfortunately, this guy remained stubborn, deeply immersed in his own world.

Old Jiang left?

Fan Baobao walked out of the bedroom at that moment and asked Zhao Fusheng.

Zhao Fusheng nodded: "He's gone. That guy just wants to make art films. I'm totally convinced; no matter how much I tried to persuade him, I couldn't stop him."

"What's wrong with art films? That's called artistic vision. And there are many good works in art films," Fan Baobao said with a confused look. At school, most of what they watched were art films. For a girl her age, being able to participate in an art film would undoubtedly be the happiest thing.

Rolling his eyes, Zhao Fusheng couldn't be bothered to say anything. The sixth-generation directors had already proven with facts that making art films could win awards and bring fame, but it couldn't fill one's stomach.

Don't be fooled by how these sixth-generation directors now cling tightly to the banner of art films; in the end, they all gave up. Except for Lou Ye, who still stubbornly held onto his ideals, everyone else succumbed to the pressure of commercial films.

And the reason Lou Ye could persist was only because he had a backer willing to invest in him.

Of course, Zhao Fusheng wouldn't tell Fan Baobao these things; there was no need.

"Look at you, with such a gloomy face, as if Old Jiang is bound to fail." Fan Baobao walked over, pinched Zhao Fusheng's cheek, and said, "Come on, smile."

Zhao Fusheng was speechless. Many people study what kind of smile is the most beautiful. Some say a reserved smile without showing teeth is best, others say a bright red lip smile is the sexiest, and some say you must show six teeth when smiling, for whatever reason. Of course, some also say that a smile is a way of expressing emotions, so there's no need to worry about posture; just smile when you're happy.

But in Zhao Fusheng's view, whether a smile is attractive or not has little to do with how you smile. Whether it's a smile without showing teeth or showing six teeth, it's essentially a way of expressing emotions. A person's smile can infect others purely because of the emotions contained within it.

If you can read happiness from someone else's smile, then regardless of that person's looks or status, their smile can move you.

Just like Fan Baobao now; Zhao Fusheng found comfort in her smile, and his mood, which had been low because of Jiang Wen's matter, suddenly lifted.

Of course, Zhao Fusheng wouldn't admit that what really cheered him up was something they were about to do...

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That troublemaker Jiang Wen had indeed left. According to Zhou Yun, he was determined to make an art film and had taken his crew to the northwest for location scouting.

Zhou Yun was very supportive of this. In fact, Zhao Fusheng heard from Fan Baobao that she was even planning to accompany Jiang Wen when he officially started filming.

To this, Zhao Fusheng could only say that artistic youths were the most annoying.

But the next piece of news made Zhao Fusheng instantly lose his composure.

"What, you're going too?"

Staring at Fan Baobao in shock, Zhao Fusheng looked utterly bewildered.

Just now, Fan Baobao triumphantly told him that Jiang Wen had agreed to give her a role when his new film started shooting.

"Don't worry, Old Jiang promised he won't arrange any intimate scenes for me. Even if there are, they'll be shot with camera tricks. Rest assured." Seeing Zhao Fusheng's strange expression, Fan Baobao quickly reassured him.

She also knew that her boyfriend was fine in every other way but was too possessive. He had no objection to her acting, but if it involved intimate contact with another person, Zhao Fusheng absolutely would not agree.

If it were the Fan Baobao of her past life, she would have sneered at this behavior. But now, she didn't have so many thoughts; instead, she felt that Zhao Fusheng's actions were a sign of his love for her.

"It's not about the intimate scenes." Zhao Fusheng smiled bitterly, knowing he couldn't explain it to Fan Baobao. In her eyes, being able to act in Jiang Wen's art film was a golden opportunity that a newcomer like her couldn't find even with a lantern.

"Forget it, if you want to act, go ahead." In the end, Zhao Fusheng said helplessly to Fan Baobao. Anyway, it would be a way to build her resume; as long as Miss Fan was happy.

Watching Fan Baobao leave joyfully, Zhao Fusheng shook his head helplessly and sat back down to continue reading.

Recently, he had indeed become more diligent. He had signed up for a business management training course and brought back a pile of textbooks. Every day, he either went to class, stayed home to study, or picked up Fan Baobao from school.

In Zhou Yun's words, Zhao Fusheng didn't seem like an advertising planner at all, but more like a hermit practicing Taoism in the city.

Zhao Fusheng didn't comment on that. He felt that his life now was very fulfilling; at least he had things to do.

March 2001 passed quietly like that. On the morning of April 1st, Zhao Fusheng received a phone call that caught him off guard.

"You're not joking with me, are you? This isn't April Fools' Day!" Holding the phone, Zhao Fusheng shouted at the person on the other end.

Although he clearly knew that the person on the other end wasn't the type to play April Fools' pranks, he still couldn't believe the news he had just heard.

The reason was simple: this news was too damn shocking!