Chapter 0866: Too Much Is as Bad as Too Little

Zhao Fusheng was not surprised that Dong Chenxi agreed so readily.

After all, as long as she wasn't a fool, she would definitely jump at anything Jiang Wen cooked up, even though she knew full well it might repeat the fate of *Devils on the Doorstep*.

But that's how people are—they can never control their own thoughts. And for businessmen, the pursuit of profit is undoubtedly their ultimate goal.

Jiang Wen's films might be banned, but don't forget, the guy wins awards like it's nothing. Future Films had just entered the scene; as long as they didn't lose money, Dong Chenxi dared to shoot even something like *Capital Stories*. What wouldn't she dare?

"Hey, agreeing so quickly makes me feel unaccomplished," Zhao Fusheng said, glancing at Dong Chenxi with a sigh.

Dong Chenxi didn't stand on ceremony with him. She waved her hand: "Alright, you've delivered your message. Now get out."

Huh?

Zhao Fusheng looked at her blankly: "I mean, even killing the donkey after it's done the grinding isn't this fast, is it?"

"Is that so? Sorry, I'm in a hurry." Dong Chenxi blinked, looking innocent.

Zhao Fusheng was rendered speechless by her remark. He simply couldn't be bothered to argue and stood up to leave.

As for the cooperation, it was naturally settled.

Zhao Fusheng went out and called Jiang Wen, telling him he had already secured Future Films' side. But Jiang Wen gave him some bad news.

"Feihong disagrees. She thinks this film is risky," Jiang Wen said over the phone.

Frowning, Zhao Fusheng asked: "What about Ye Jing?"

"He's also a bit hesitant to invest, because the subject matter really has no highlights," Jiang Wen said helplessly.

The opponents were all his friends, and their reasons were solid, which made him somewhat dejected.

At least he still had Zhao Fusheng's support.

After listening to Jiang Wen, Zhao Fusheng thought for a moment and said: "How about this: I'll go see Sister Feihong. Is she coming back soon?"

"Yeah, she said she'll be here in a few days," Jiang Wen replied.

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Three days later, when Zhao Fusheng appeared at the airport, Yu Feihong was genuinely surprised.

"Why are you here?" Yu Feihong looked at him in astonishment. "I don't remember telling you I was coming back, did I?"

Zhao Fusheng shrugged: "Sis, don't forget, I have your agent's number."

Yu Feihong glared at him and said irritably: "Kid, you've learned to plant spies around me, haven't you?"

Zhao Fusheng spread his hands: "No choice. Our Fei is too beautiful. What if someone has designs on you? I have to vet them for you."

She spat at him, her cheeks flushing, and quickly pulled Zhao Fusheng into the car.

Along the way, they chatted about what had happened since they last parted. Zhao Fusheng talked about his amusing experiences going home for the New Year and some things he'd been tinkering with recently, while Yu Feihong told him about building Hope Schools in the southwest.

"I'm thinking, from now on, should I donate half of every film's fee to support underprivileged students?" Yu Feihong said wistfully to Zhao Fusheng. "If I do that, maybe I can help more people."

Zhao Fusheng was taken aback, his eyebrows raised. He looked at Yu Feihong in surprise, as if he hadn't expected her to have such an idea. After hesitating for less than five seconds, he spoke: "That idea of yours is pure fantasy. Compared to your fees, there are far too many impoverished families in the entire southwest and even across the country. What we do is just a drop in the bucket. With your fees, how many students do you think you can educate? And even if you do educate them, how many will become true pillars of society?"

Yu Feihong wasn't upset by his opposition: "But some things have to be done by someone. A little bit done means a little bit less."

Clearly, she had thought it through before saying this.

Zhao Fusheng frowned deeply, looking at Yu Feihong: "Doing charity falls into two categories. One is like us—people who have earned some money and want to give back to society, so we try to do some charity. The other is official action. And broadly promoting education is far from just supporting a few poor students or building a few school buildings. If people can't even afford to eat, few will value education. We have to admit that under current circumstances, families that can afford schooling won't be so poor that they have nothing to eat. Besides, sis, how can you guarantee that the students nurtured with your fees won't turn out to be ingrates?"

In this world, there is no love without reason, nor hate without reason. Zhao Fusheng knew that his words might shock Yu Feihong's heart, but he felt he had to pour cold water on her single-minded charity drive. Otherwise, by the time the Red Cross scandal broke, he feared this sister of his wouldn't be able to bear it.

Moreover, he believed what he said was actually reasonable.

Compared to the state, individual charitable efforts are truly a drop in the bucket. Or more precisely, individuals doing charity and education can at most build some infrastructure. What really needs to work is the state, the government.

The logic is simple, like in a rebirth novel: even if you have the unique advantage of foresight and are reborn as a Li Ka-shing, a Zuckerberg, or a Jobs,

the problem is, you can't prevent the emergence of such successful people, because even if reborn, you don't have the ability to dominate everything, to do everything in every field, to walk everyone else's path.

Even if, hypothetically, you had the skill to seize the emerging internet industry, don't forget, some industries can't be overturned just by rebirth. For example, real estate: Zhao Fusheng knew it would be hugely profitable in the future, but he dared not invest all his capital in it.

The reason is simple: this industry requires not just money but also a strong network of connections, something Zhao Fusheng lacked.

In short, it's a matter of foundation.

Zhao Fusheng never thought he was invincible.

One thing at a time. He was just an ordinary person. Although he had the advantage of foresight, it was time-limited. Once the time was up, he would become that ordinary person lost in the crowd again.

Moreover, his foresight wasn't foolproof; occasionally, due to parallel timelines, there were deviations. So Zhao Fusheng became even more cautious.

Originally, Zhao Fusheng was happy to see Yu Feihong doing charity, but now that she seemed to be going a bit overboard, he had to speak up to remind her.

Some things, too much is as bad as too little.