Chapter 0854: A Blow to the Head

"Fusheng, you..."

Lou Ye glanced at Zhao Fusheng, his brow furrowing.

Zhao Fusheng snorted, said nothing more, and instead pointed at the fruit he had brought: "Bought at the entrance of your neighborhood. Just make do with it."

Lou Ye was speechless. It was the first time he had seen someone visiting a patient buy fruit at the patient's own neighborhood entrance to fool them.

Zhao Fusheng's eyes swept across the room, seeing bottles of alcohol all over the coffee table, much like when Jiang Wen had been in a slump. He frowned: "Old Lou, how much have you drunk?"

"Nothing much. Just a little when I had nothing to do," Lou Ye said indifferently, as if talking about something very ordinary.

Zhao Fusheng shrugged and didn't press further. If the other didn't want to talk, asking too much would seem deliberate.

"Old Jiang sent you to check on me, afraid something might happen to me, right?" Lou Ye said as he sat on the sofa, then looked at Zhao Fusheng: "Tell him not to worry. It's nothing. I'm fine."

"You won't do something rash, will you?"

Zhao Fusheng looked at Lou Ye. He felt that Lou Ye's mental state was very bad right now.

"Not rash enough for that. I just feel that living is too tiring." Lou Ye didn't answer Zhao Fusheng's question but muttered to himself: "Sometimes I feel that trying so hard to make others understand something is so difficult. Living itself is a difficult thing..."

Seeing him so dejected, Zhao Fusheng's expression grew even more grim.

"Have you thought about your family? Have you thought about your friends?" Zhao Fusheng was silent for a moment, then suddenly spoke: "The ones who are most sad and worried about you like this are not those who made you dejected, but your friends and family. Miss Nai An must come often, right? Do you think she's the type to do housework for fun?"

Lou Ye was silent. Nai An glanced at Zhao Fusheng, hesitated, and said: "Teacher Zhao, I..."

"Miss Nai An, forgive my bluntness, but letting him torture himself like this is worse than me speaking plainly." Zhao Fusheng waved his hand, cutting off what Nai An was about to say.

Hearing Zhao Fusheng's words, Nai An fell silent.

Though reluctant to admit it, Nai An had to say that Zhao Fusheng's words, though direct, were actually not a bad thing for Lou Ye.

This couldn't go on forever. Someone needed to wake him up.

"You don't understand how I feel right now. I..." Lou Ye opened his mouth as if to say something, but before he could, Zhao Fusheng waved his hand and interrupted: "In my view, this is just you being melodramatic."

"Yes, melodramatic."

Nodding emphatically, Zhao Fusheng said seriously: "Isn't it just that one of your works was banned? Isn't it just that you, Lou Ye, are not allowed to make movies? If you can't make them domestically, why not go abroad?"

"Huh?"

Lou Ye was stunned, looking at Zhao Fusheng in surprise: "What did you say?"

Zhao Fusheng was also taken aback: "Did I say something?"

"You did." Even Nai An nodded to Zhao Fusheng, indicating that he had indeed said something.

In that instant, Zhao Fusheng felt that he had opened a new world for Lou Ye.

"You're right! If I can't make movies domestically, I can go abroad!" Lou Ye's eyes lit up.

Then he and Nai An started discussing whether he had any connections abroad to make movies in other countries.

As for Zhao Fusheng, he was completely ignored by them.

Seeing this, Zhao Fusheng wasn't angry. He casually picked up the fruit he had bought and started eating. When he saw that the time was about right, he stood up without a word and left Lou Ye's house.

Oh, and he also took the tea that Nai An had brought for Lou Ye, as payment for enlightening the guy.

Walking out of Lou Ye's neighborhood, Zhao Fusheng dialed Jiang Wen's number.

"It's done."

"So fast?"

Jiang Wen was quite surprised: "You saw Old Lou?"

"I saw him and gave him an idea." Zhao Fusheng said irritably: "If you see Old Lou making movies abroad in the future, don't be surprised."

"What?" Jiang Wen was completely baffled, not understanding what Zhao Fusheng meant.

Zhao Fusheng explained what he had said to Lou Ye, and finally said: "That guy is probably tempted. He's discussing it with Miss Nai An right now."

"Wait, let me process this." Jiang Wen held the phone, silent for a long time, then said: "You mean, Old Lou was very dejected, and you scolded him, told him if he can't make movies domestically, he can go abroad, and now he's researching making movies abroad?"

"Well, basically that's it." Zhao Fusheng laughed: "Don't tell me you're thinking the same thing."

"Think of your head." Jiang Wen said irritably: "Do you think I'm Old Lou? If I can't be a director, I can be a producer or an actor."

Zhao Fusheng thought about it and realized that was true. What set Old Jiang apart from most directors was that he was also an actor, and a pretty good one at that.

Before he could say anything, Jiang Wen had already hung up. Clearly, since Lou Ye was fine, he didn't want to waste more words with Zhao Fusheng.

Zhao Fusheng expressed utter contempt for this kind of ingratitude and decided to delay repaying the three hundred thousand he owed Jiang Wen for a while longer.

But after finishing this task, Zhao Fusheng suddenly found himself with nothing to do.

Fan Baobao was off filming, Yu Feihong was busy building Hope Schools in the southwest, Old Jiang was out attending events, he had just been to the company, and at the studio, Dong Guoxiang was probably leading the team researching the game "Stone Age."

"Well, finally free." Zhao Fusheng sat at home, muttering to himself.

He didn't dislike this feeling, but suddenly having nothing to do was a bit hard to get used to.

Some people always like to be busy, not because they really enjoy being busy, but because if they have free time, they find themselves too boring.

Zhao Fusheng was probably that kind of person.

When being busy had become a habit, Zhao Fusheng found that he really couldn't stop.

After holing up at home for three days, reading books, watching TV, reading newspapers, and finally browsing the news online, driven nearly crazy by the slow internet speed, he decided to go check out the film and television company.

Of course, he didn't go to the shell film and television company he had set up with Jiang Wen, Yu Feihong, and Ye Jing. After all, besides the finance and reception staff, there were only a few people there. He went to the future film and television company, originally Future Advertising's Capital Branch, now run by Dong Chenxi and Bai Jie.