Chapter 0899: Back Down?

The day after Zhao Fusheng met with Wang Zhonglei, a shocking announcement was made at Huayi Brothers.

The content was naturally what Zhao Fusheng had discussed with Wang Zhonglei earlier, regarding the Mercedes-Benz car advertisement.

Only this time, Wang Zhonglei announced that the personnel involved in the ad shoot would be decided by him personally.

Wang Jinghua, her face livid, watched Wang Zhonglei sit there and speak eloquently, nearly grinding her teeth to dust. She never imagined things would take such a turn.

Future Advertising had actually secured the Mercedes-Benz car ad, and not only that, but that Zhao Fusheng had chosen Jiang Wen as the ad spokesperson, and even colluded with Wang Zhonglei.

Indeed, in Wang Jinghua's view, the cooperation between Zhao Fusheng and Wang Zhonglei was a case of birds of a feather flocking together.

Little did she know that at that very moment, Zhao Fusheng, whom she was silently cursing, was earnestly chatting with Fan Baobao.

"One must always maintain the bottom line of kindness, but never place that bottom line on others," Zhao Fusheng said seriously to Fan Baobao. "That's why I have to teach Wang Jinghua a lesson, to let her and everyone know not to mess with me casually. If they want to provoke me, they must be prepared for my retaliation."

Fan Baobao tilted her head, her big eyes fixed on Zhao Fusheng: "So you mean this time wasn't an accident?"

Zhao Fusheng laughed: "Many inevitable things often stem from accidents. If Wang Jinghua had succeeded this time and used you to control me, others would surely follow suit, and then we'd face endless trouble."

Fan Baobao fell silent. She hadn't fully understood the intricacies before, but now, after Dong Chenxi had talked to her earlier, and with Jiang Wen, Yu Feihong, and others occasionally sharing things with her, she gradually realized what her existence meant to Zhao Fusheng.

"Sigh..." Fan Baobao sighed softly. "I just never expected Sister Hua to be like this."

She had previously held a rather good impression of Wang Jinghua. Even though she was often overlooked and could only occasionally shoot an ad or a pictorial, with other resources relying on Zhao Fusheng through Future Advertising to secure them, she had never resented Wang Jinghua.

But now, Fan Baobao felt deeply disappointed.

Zhao Fusheng gently patted Fan Baobao's shoulder: "Silly girl, some people are like that. Take Sister Hua, for example. She and others subscribe to a nihilistic view of good and evil, believing the world itself has no good or evil, only interests. In short, it's a matter of where you sit."

"Vulgar!" Fan Baobao shot him a charming glare, thinking her man's metaphor was far too uncultured.

Zhao Fusheng chuckled: "The words may be crude, but the truth isn't. Honestly, nihilism appears when a person is exposed to too much information, unable to distinguish right from wrong, and unable to control some deep desire within. Like Sister Hua, she thinks her way of handling you is correct, but in my eyes, she's utterly ridiculous."

"The stronger a person is, the more they must follow the rules, because they understand that without rules, whether rich or poor, everyone could express whatever they want and do whatever they want—that would be a terrifying situation."

"In this world, only three things can reflect our inner selves: the sky above our heads, the memories in our dreams, and the person we think of in the dead of night."

Zhao Fusheng suddenly said something particularly literary, then looked at Fan Baobao and said softly, "You know, I don't want you to be unhappy. If I had known Wang Jinghua harbored such intentions, I should have let you leave Huayi earlier."

He really hadn't expected that Wang Jinghua, whom he thought would have some scruples, actually had greater ambitions than he imagined, aiming to control him.

At this moment, Zhao Fusheng couldn't help but feel relieved. If not for the conflict with Wang Jinghua, and if the penalty fee weren't so low, and if the Wang brothers had joined forces with Wang Jinghua, it would have cost him much more to take Fan Baobao away from Huayi.

It wasn't that he begrudged the cost, but he didn't want Fan Baobao to bear too much pressure.

Fan Baobao didn't say a word, just silently hugged Zhao Fusheng tightly. Some things didn't need to be said; understanding between them was enough.

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"Kid, are you really going to offend Ma Dajun to the death?"

In the scorching summer of June in the capital, there were far fewer people on the streets. Everyone preferred to stay indoors with fans rather than be exposed to the sun. Air conditioning wasn't popular yet and was still a luxury, only used by households with slightly better economic conditions.

Ye Jing certainly wasn't one of those ordinary people. His home was exquisitely decorated, reportedly with a specially hired designer. As he put it, "One must have some pursuits in life."

But even so, the very discerning Young Master Ye, after reading the script Zhao Fusheng had brought, was stunned and blurted out the earlier remark.

Zhao Fusheng smiled slightly, glanced at Jiang Wen sitting nearby, then at Yu Feihong, who was also reading the script, and said calmly, "Since Ma Dajun dared to strike first, I dare to strike back. He ruined our deal and thought a simple apology would let him off the hook. Is Ma Dajun getting too cocky, or does he think I can't handle him?"

Hearing Zhao Fusheng's words, Yu Feihong burst out laughing and glared at him: "Kid, where do you get all these witty remarks?"

Zhao Fusheng chuckled, naturally not saying that these were common internet memes from a later era.

But his meaning was clear: the script "Cell Phone" was brought out specifically to target Ma Dajun.

The question now was whether Phoenix Entertainment wanted to get involved.

Yu Feihong didn't speak. Among the four, she was the only woman. Generally, as long as two people agreed, she wouldn't oppose.

And since this whole matter stemmed from Jiang Wen, he naturally wouldn't oppose Zhao Fusheng. So the most important opinion depended on Ye Jing's stance.

Rubbing the script in his hands, Ye Jing's expression kept changing. Clearly, he was weighing the pros and cons.

Zhao Fusheng wasn't in a hurry. He casually picked up some fruit from the table and ate, waiting for Ye Jing to make his decision.