Chapter 0873: Three Stinky Cobblers

Because life is not easy, one needs to find someone to share the journey.

This might be the reason many people need love, because living alone in this world is truly too hard and too lonely.

Struggling forward every day, busy and bustling, occasionally looking up at the sky, only to find it's all fucking smog.

And then, there is no and then.

Zhao Fusheng knew his own situation well. Whether writing scripts or investing in film production, in the end, it was just doing things casually based on certain impressions from his memory.

As for how to shoot, how to form a crew—come on, Zhao Fusheng knew his own limits. With his level of skill, he'd better not make a fool of himself.

Hmm, the most important thing was that he didn't understand these things.

Whether rebirth or time travel, in short, the things he didn't know in his previous life, Zhao Fusheng still didn't know. When it came to advertising-related business, Zhao Fusheng was thoroughly familiar with it in both lives, but for industries he had never been exposed to, he always thought that what was in novels was all nonsense. How could someone become omnipotent just because they lived again?

Even if it was cramming at the last minute, Zhao Fusheng felt it was too risky.

So whether it was Chen Tianqiao or Ma Huateng, he never interfered with their decisions, instead going with the flow and following the general trend.

As for his father getting into real estate and such, he even less commented, because he simply didn't understand.

For professional matters, knowing a little is actually more terrifying than knowing nothing, and it's easier to mess things up.

Zhao Fusheng understood this principle very well, so he always adhered to the rule of not interfering in things he didn't understand.

It wasn't indifference, but he really didn't want his random remarks to affect others' normal thinking.

In this rebirth, Zhao Fusheng chose to overturn everything. While shifting his own track, he also changed many people. People he met in his previous life might be hard to meet in this life. To put it more bluntly, many things Zhao Fusheng was doing now were actually like crossing a river by feeling the stones.

Doing this had opportunities and also risks.

What Zhao Fusheng had to do was to try not to let everything he was doing now affect Fan Baobao.

Although a bit lonely, Zhao Fusheng felt it was okay.

"If you're tired, take a rest." Fan Baobao's voice sounded in his ear. After the tenderness, the two embraced. For lovers, this was undoubtedly very important. Many men go to sleep right after sex, not even giving a hug to the woman. No wonder she breaks up with you.

Zhao Fusheng smiled slightly, holding Fan Baobao, who had transformed from a girl into a woman but still looked so pure that anyone would think she was a virgin before thirty: "Silly girl, there is always a line between ideals and reality, like diluting an acid or base, you can only infinitely approach neutrality but never break through the boundary. So no matter how hard I try, the returns I get will always have flaws."

"And then?" Fan Baobao looked at her man seductively.

Women are always charming in bed, just as men are naturally flirtatious in bed—it's an innate skill that can't be explained by common sense.

Zhao Fusheng glanced at those clean, stunningly beautiful eyes and said softly: "So you don't need to worry about me. I know what I'm doing. I know when to stop."

Contented people are relaxed and happy, while persistent people never stop.

It's hard for Zhao Fusheng to judge which of these two attitudes is right or wrong, but he knew very well that life is future tense, while people's self-awareness is past tense. Every thought a person has actually comes from their future self.

For Zhao Fusheng, all the choices now were the best among infinite possibilities, not only guiding his own transformation but also allowing him to go to unseen worlds and do things he had never done before.

Nothing was said that night. The next morning, after eating Zhao Fusheng's lovingly prepared breakfast, Fan Baobao was picked up by her agent. She had a photo shoot today.

Zhao Fusheng stayed at home, continuing to write the script.

To be precise, continuing to struggle.

There was no way around it. Even for Zhao Fusheng, this thing wasn't easy to write. Whether it would suit the audience's taste and fit the current situation were all things to consider.

Speaking of this, Zhao Fusheng actually envied those European and American screenwriters. They didn't need to consider these things at all.

For example, audiences always say that a certain movie or TV series had a bad ending and they want to settle scores.

But in fact, in the US, even if you know a show has a bad ending, you don't know who to send the razor blades to, because any American TV series is the result of collective collaboration among many screenwriters. Maybe the story is by one writer, the dialogue by another, and the scientific issues about time travel by yet another. Fans would go broke just buying razor blades.

But if it's in China, every investor, the investor's boss's female friend who joined the show, big-name actors or their agents, video website executives, or even people who have some crooked connection to the show could be the writer of a certain plot. Razor blades are even harder to send.

Although Zhao Fusheng didn't mind others cursing him, he didn't want people to talk about him after the movie was released. That feeling wasn't good.

Even though his original idea was to write the script, hand it to Dong Chenxi, and not care about the rest, the problem was that after much deliberation, Zhao Fusheng still couldn't get past that hurdle in his heart.

Sometimes, Zhao Fusheng felt that his twisted personality was destined to make him work hard.

Thinking it over, a thought suddenly popped into his mind.

"Hmm, why not discuss it with Old Jiang?" Zhao Fusheng muttered to himself.

When it came to making movies, Jiang Wen was ultimately more professional than him. Coincidentally, this guy was in the capital these days for an event. If he missed this chance, there wouldn't be another.

With that in mind, Zhao Fusheng quickly dialed Jiang Wen's phone, arranged a meeting place, and headed out.

"What?" Jiang Wen looked surprised: "You're writing another script?"

Clearly, he hadn't expected Zhao Fusheng to come to him for this.

Zhao Fusheng nodded: "Yeah, for Leslie Cheung's movie, I got the female lead role for our Fan Baobao. Then the company's idea was that since I asked for the role, I had to exchange it for a script."

"Hahaha, you... what can I say about you." Jiang Wen was speechless for a moment, then burst into laughter, clearly gloating.

Too lazy to complain about this guy, Zhao Fusheng looked at him: "Do you have any good ideas? Give me some advice."

As the saying goes, three stinky cobblers are worth one Zhuge Liang. Zhao Fusheng thought that he and Jiang Wen together were at least a bit better than three stinky cobblers.

As it turned out, he was wrong!