Chapter 0768: A Reminder

He had said he wanted to make Jiang Wen spend a lot, but in reality, Zhao Fusheng didn't let Jiang Wen spend much money at all.

The two wandered around the car dealership for most of the day, and in the end, Zhao Fusheng decided to buy an ordinary car that cost less than a hundred thousand.

"Maybe we should look a bit more," Jiang Wen said apologetically to Zhao Fusheng.

Indeed, he was full of apologies now, after all, the advertisement Zhao Fusheng had introduced to him was extremely important.

For example, although Jiang Wen was famous now, that fame was within the film circle, not nationwide.

Even his endorsement fee for Rolex was probably only around five or six million for three years.

Compared to Hong Kong and Taiwan stars who often had endorsement fees of tens of millions a year, Jiang Wen's fee was rather shabby.

But the thing was, it depended on who you compared it to and when.

At least domestically, this was already a very good endorsement.

So Jiang Wen genuinely hoped Zhao Fusheng would take advantage of him.

But clearly, Zhao Fusheng was always all thunder and no rain; he wouldn't do that at all.

"No, just this one," Zhao Fusheng shook his head. He didn't care about such things anyway. In his view, a car was purely a means of transportation; as long as it could run, why did it need to be high-end? He wasn't the type who needed to negotiate business deals and flaunt his status.

"Alright then," Jiang Wen nodded helplessly and swiped his card to pay without hesitation.

Since it was a new car, the paperwork still needed to be processed, and they could only pick it up the next day. After paying, they left directly.

On the way back, Jiang Wen asked Zhao Fusheng curiously, "You bought a car just for transportation?"

Zhao Fusheng nodded matter-of-factly: "Yeah, I plan to give it to Baobao after she gets her driver's license, so she can get around easily. I can drive it myself when I have nothing to do anyway. Besides, the traffic police don't really check licenses these days."

"Huh?"

Jiang Wen nearly slammed on the brakes and swerved, staring at Zhao Fusheng in surprise: "You, you don't have a driver's license?"

"Is it strange that I don't have a driver's license?" Zhao Fusheng looked at Jiang Wen speechlessly. "Don't worry, I'll get it soon."

"What can I say about you?" Jiang Wen looked at Zhao Fusheng helplessly. "Even though it's easy to get a license now, you can't drive without one. Hurry up, if not, I'll ask someone to get one for you."

"No, no," Zhao Fusheng quickly shook his head. "You're somewhat of a celebrity. Let's not do things like that. If it gets exposed later, what do you think people will think?"

Jiang Wen was taken aback, then fell silent. Clearly, Zhao Fusheng's words made him think of something.

As a celebrity, one often faces many troubles.

For example, once a star becomes famous, all kinds of relatives come flocking, thinking that since you've become a big star and have money, you should help these poor relatives.

If you don't let them benefit, you're ungrateful and cold-blooded. Such things exist objectively, whether in old society or modern society.

It's said that wealth in the mountains attracts distant relatives. Unless you're in a complete family, without a solid material foundation, it's hard to gain respect among relatives.

Of course, if you're too rich, it's a different story. Then relatives and friends become more fearful.

By the same token, if Jiang Wen, as a public figure, were exposed for buying a driver's license—whether for himself or others—as long as he was involved, it would definitely be a scandal. There was no doubt that media and opponents would seize the opportunity to report it widely and stir up trouble.

As a result, he would certainly be splashed with a lot of mud.

Seeing Jiang Wen silent, Zhao Fusheng chuckled: "Don't worry. I'm telling you this just to remind you to be careful in the future and try not to leave any handles for others. The internet is getting more and more developed; we can't guarantee that those office workers won't leak things online."

He meant what he said. Although freedom of speech was advocated, the domestic laws and regulations were far from perfect.

For example, if two celebrities get divorced and go to the civil affairs bureau to handle the procedures, the news would soon be leaked. Even the divorce certificate would be found by the media. Why?

Because some staff member at the civil affairs bureau, seeing that the two celebrities were public figures, casually took a couple of photos and posted them on their Moments or Weibo.

After the incident was exposed, the public was in an uproar, but the staff member was merely given a warning.

Similar incidents abound. It seems that in the internet age, people especially like to play heroes behind their computers, engaging in doxxing, cursing recklessly, and venting their emotions. It's as if the internet provides a platform for people to reinvent themselves.

Even up to the era before Zhao Fusheng's rebirth, before the country implemented real-name registration for the internet, people still habitually engaged in doxxing, forgetting that even if someone had committed a crime, what right did they have to dox that person?

Justice?

Hah, those leaders and civil servants who earn a few thousand a month but drive cars worth hundreds of thousands and live in high-end neighborhoods—why don't you report them?

In essence, some people's sense of justice depends on the time and the target. If given the chance to be a police officer, prosecutor, or judge, they might not be that righteous person anymore.

Old Jiang had a strange personality. When making movies, he was like a tyrant, but away from the set, he was somewhat dull and even low-key, unlike some big directors who were good at self-promotion.

So Zhao Fusheng planned to give him a preventive shot, so that when the internet became more developed, he wouldn't get blackened.

"Alright, alright, I know what to do," Jiang Wen waved his hand helplessly. Zhao Fusheng could be as naggy as an old woman sometimes, but he had to admit that he really meant well.

"As long as you know," Zhao Fusheng smiled and stopped talking.

He had said all he needed to say; the rest depended on Jiang Wen's own understanding.

After driving for a while, Jiang Wen suddenly remembered something and asked Zhao Fusheng, "I almost let you fool me. If neither you nor Fan Baobao has a driver's license, who's going to drive the car after you buy it?"

Zhao Fusheng smiled: "Do you believe I can get a driver's license within half a month?"

Jiang Wen glanced at Zhao Fusheng, looking incredulous: "Do you take me for a fool? Even if you buy a license, it's impossible to get it in half a month, right?"

Zhao Fusheng chuckled but didn't say anything.

Ignorance is sometimes a blissful thing.