Chapter 0815 A Small Selfishness

Zhang Qian was well aware of Fan Baobao's place in Zhao Fusheng's heart, so he naturally understood what Zhao Fusheng's words just now meant.

To maintain a long and comfortable relationship between people, one relies on commonality and attraction, not oppression, bondage, one-sided devotion, and moral self-aggrandizement.

In plain terms, for two people to be together and maintain a long-term romantic relationship, at the very least there must be something that attracts each other. And if they want it to continue long-term, it cannot be just one side giving unilaterally, because that is unfair to the other.

Take Fan Baobao and Zhao Fusheng, for example. If Fan Baobao were always protected by Zhao Fusheng like this, over time she would become an appendage of Zhao Fusheng and lose herself.

It might sound ridiculous, but a Fan Baobao without a self, to be honest, would probably not be the person Zhao Fusheng liked.

"Fusheng, should I call someone over?" Standing behind Zhao Fusheng, Zhang Qian said softly.

Zhao Fusheng was taken aback: "Call who?"

He didn't immediately grasp what Zhang Qian meant.

Seeing this, Zhang Qian had no choice but to say helplessly: "If you're worried, I can find someone to be Baobao's assistant and protect her at the same time. That way, you won't have to worry about her getting into trouble."

Zhao Fusheng frowned. If he still couldn't understand Zhang Qian's meaning by now, his two lifetimes of life experience would have been wasted.

Glancing at Zhang Qian, Zhao Fusheng said with a half-smile: "So, who do you think is suitable for this job?"

"Hmm, I think Yang Panpan is quite suitable. She knows martial arts, and she's fairly honest. With her by Baobao's side, you don't have to worry about Baobao being bullied." Zhang Qian met Zhao Fusheng's half-smiling gaze and spoke nonsense with a straight face.

"Hahaha..." Zhao Fusheng couldn't help but burst into laughter.

"You, what are you laughing at..." Clearly, Zhang Qian was a bit embarrassed.

"Ahem, nothing, nothing." Zhao Fusheng quickly shook his head, glanced at Zhang Qian, and said with a smile: "Since that's the case, call home and have Yang Panpan come over."

"Okay." Zhang Qian nodded, a hint of joy appearing on his face.

Then he said to Zhao Fusheng: "I'm handling this officially."

"Mm-hmm, whether you believe it or not, I believe it, okay?" Zhao Fusheng teased this love novice with a mocking expression.

For the first time in his life, Zhang Qian was so timid. Faced with Zhao Fusheng's teasing, he turned and left without a word.

Watching his back, Zhao Fusheng laughed heartily. They say youth is fleeting; for many, it would be a failure not to have a passionate romance when young.

Zhao Fusheng hadn't known about Zhang Qian and Yang Panpan's affair, but he noticed that this guy occasionally fiddled with his phone sending messages or secretly made phone calls, laughing so smugly that it seemed odd.

Zhao Fusheng had found it strange initially—Zhang Qian wasn't the type to idly play with his phone, and he had no female friends. But when Zhang Qian mentioned Yang Panpan, Zhao Fusheng understood.

Everyone has selfish motives. Zhao Fusheng could understand Zhang Qian's approach and was willing to help him out in this matter.

To be honest, Zhao Fusheng genuinely hoped Zhang Qian could live more freely and not set so many restraints on himself. But that had been ineffective until Yang Panpan appeared, bringing some changes to Zhang Qian. Zhao Fusheng was undoubtedly quite happy about that.

He looked forward to seeing what Zhang Qian would become in the future.

In the evening, Fan Baobao returned home looking disappointed again. Clearly, today's audition had not gone well.

"Ah, I'm exhausted." Fan Baobao lay on the sofa, completely lacking ladylike demeanor, and said to Zhao Fusheng: "I didn't get the role today, but I played an extra in three scenes."

"How did it feel?" Zhao Fusheng smiled.

"How to put it... It's similar to other crews, but not as comfortable as filming with Old Jiang." Fan Baobao paused to organize her words before saying: "It's complicated, not what I expected."

Zhao Fusheng shook his head and laughed: "You, every crew's style actually depends on the director's style. Old Jiang came from an acting background, so when he shoots, he likes to teach by example, always breaking down the script for the actors to analyze. The directors you're working with now are mostly from formal training; they're fine with rote teaching, but they still need time to develop their own style."

"Really?" Fan Baobao was taken aback; she hadn't thought that far.

Zhao Fusheng nodded: "I'm not kidding. There are also directors who slowly stroll onto the set, hand the actors a draft script, and tell them, 'I want you to capture the feeling of this!'"

"Hahaha, that's too ridiculous." Fan Baobao shook her head repeatedly: "How can you act with just a few lines of draft? That's not even enough for one scene."

Clearly, she didn't believe Zhao Fusheng at all.

Zhao Fusheng shrugged and didn't continue arguing with Fan Baobao about this.

In fact, that guy had done many unreliable things, including but not limited to: giving the lead actors a note with only two lines, telling them to improvise the rest, and only stopping when the feeling was right. Or playing a song and saying to the actors, 'I want the feeling of this song'...

As for the script, well, just take a casual look, because that thing was only meant to fool investors. The real script was the two sheets of rough paper handed out each day during filming.

The key point was, it didn't matter if you couldn't capture the feeling today; you could continue tomorrow. If not tomorrow, there was always the day after.

Thus, all the actors under his direction were tormented to the point of ecstasy.

Yes, this person was the legendary Wong Kar-wai.

Zhao Fusheng loved his films, but he had to admit that this guy was a love-hate figure. At least Zhao Fusheng was sure that he would never invest in his movies.

The reason was simple: the investment cycle was too long, and there was no guarantee of making money.

"By the way, I found you an assistant." Zhao Fusheng thought for a moment and said to Fan Baobao.

"Assistant?"

Fan Baobao frowned slightly. She remembered telling Zhao Fusheng yesterday not to interfere in her affairs.

Seeing this, Zhao Fusheng quickly explained, pointing to Zhang Qian who was cooking in the kitchen, and said quietly: "Actually, it's Zhang Qian's girlfriend. She knows martial arts, came from the countryside, has no diploma, and it's hard for her to find a job in Beijing. I thought you should have someone you trust by your side, so I agreed."

He paused and said sincerely: "Zhang Qian has helped me a lot. Just consider it helping him out. You can't let them be separated, can you?"

After listening to Zhao Fusheng, Fan Baobao thought for a moment: "Since that's the case, let her come with me."

Looking at Fan Baobao, who thought she had done a good deed, Zhao Fusheng chuckled inwardly.

"Done!"