Chapter 0932: Old Jiang's Dark History

Face is something that is mutually given. If you give someone face this time, they will give you face next time. If everyone leaves no room for compromise and insists on cutting off all options by standing in opposition, in the end, no one gains anything.

Of course, unless you have the ability to completely defeat the other side first, leaving them no chance to recover.

So whether it was Zhao Fusheng, Jiang Wen, or Ye Jing, they all felt it made sense to give the Wang brothers a chance.

Since all three agreed, the matter was settled.

"By the way, I heard your Fan Baobao got into the People's Art Theater?" Ye Jing suddenly remembered something as he was leaving and asked Zhao Fusheng with a smile.

Zhao Fusheng nodded: "Yeah, she passed the exam on her own. She likes acting, and I thought, let her do what she wants."

Hearing this, Ye Jing smiled: "You spoil your girlfriend too much."

At that, Zhao Fusheng gave Jiang Wen a strange look but said nothing.

Jiang Wen's expression immediately turned odd. He snorted and looked at Zhao Fusheng: "What are you looking at?"

Zhao Fusheng looked innocent, blinked, and smiled: "What, can't I even laugh? You're so domineering."

Glaring fiercely at Zhao Fusheng, Jiang Wen said gruffly: "This is how I am. What are you going to do about it?"

Zhao Fusheng smiled nonchalantly, which made Ye Jing feel that these two were clearly implying something.

"I feel like you two are hiding some secret from me."

Scanning Zhao Fusheng and Jiang Wen's faces, Ye Jing showed a suspicious expression. He wasn't stupid; their conversation clearly indicated something was up.

Zhao Fusheng was fine, but Jiang Wen's face suddenly darkened. He glared at Zhao Fusheng, then said to Ye Jing: "Nothing's going on. You should get going."

Clearly, he had no intention of letting Ye Jing know what was happening.

Ye Jing chuckled, naturally guessing it wasn't anything serious, probably something personal related to Jiang Wen. He looked at Zhao Fusheng: "Fusheng, I heard you only have one car. How about this: you tell me the secret, and I'll give you a Santana. Then you and your girlfriend each have a car, making it convenient to go out, right?"

The guy was so wealthy that he casually offered a car.

Of course, Zhao Fusheng knew that Ye Jing was using this to get closer to him. After all, compared to Yu Feihong and Jiang Wen, there was still a layer of distance between him and Ye Jing.

"Ye Jing, you bastard!" Jiang Wen was speechless when he heard Ye Jing's offer. He laughed and cursed, waving his hand: "Both of you, get lost. I want to sleep."

Zhao Fusheng laughed and said: "Come on, what's there to sleep about? How about this: buy some groceries, we'll have a meal here and chat?"

Jiang Wen's face was as dark as the bottom of a pot. Pointing at the door, he said to Zhao Fusheng: "Scram!"

"Look at you, it's just that you pushed your future father-in-law into the river. Why get so angry? You..." Zhao Fusheng's words made Jiang Wen's face even darker, and Ye Jing was dumbfounded.

"What did you say?"

After a long pause, Ye Jing asked Zhao Fusheng with a strange expression.

Zhao Fusheng shrugged and told the whole story.

It wasn't a big deal. Earlier, Jiang Wen had visited Zhou Yun's home as a formal call. Although he was much older than Zhou Yun, her parents weren't narrow-minded. They were fairly satisfied with Jiang Wen and let him stay for a few days.

Zhou Yun's father liked fishing. Though busy with business, he occasionally found time to go. Old Jiang, eager to please his future father-in-law, volunteered to go along.

The two were fishing by the river. Jiang Wen saw the float sink and started reeling in. But he couldn't pull it up, thinking it was a big fish, so he pulled hard. Losing his balance, he fell onto Zhou Yun's father's back.

Zhou Yun's father immediately fell into the river.

After climbing ashore, Zhou Yun's father didn't say much, just: "The water is a bit cold."

Then the matter passed, and neither mentioned it when they got home.

Later, before leaving, Jiang Wen said to Zhou Yun's father: "Uncle, let's go fishing together again sometime."

Zhou Yun's father was silent for a moment, then blurted out: "I only have this one daughter. The property will be yours sooner or later. No need to rush!"

Jiang Wen was utterly dumbfounded...

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Ye Jing left Jiang Wen's place with dark circles under his eyes. Of course, Zhao Fusheng didn't escape either, but he was younger and had practiced martial arts, so Jiang Wen couldn't handle him and let him off.

But this incident really made Ye Jing laugh until his stomach cramped. It was rare to have such a big scandal about Jiang Wen.

The next day, Ye Jing kept his word and had someone deliver a Santana to Zhao Fusheng, with all the paperwork complete, a brand new car.

"Wow, he actually sent it."

Fan Baobao looked at the car in surprise, clearly not expecting it.

Zhao Fusheng smiled and waved his hand: "You can drive this to work from now on."

"Is that appropriate?" Fan Baobao was taken aback, then shook her head: "Better not. Many of my colleagues don't drive; only a few seniors do. If I drive, people might gossip."

Zhao Fusheng was momentarily stunned, then laughed. Honestly, he hadn't expected Fan Baobao to start paying attention to such things.

Originally, she never cared about that.

"Alright, whatever you say." Zhao Fusheng nodded with a smile, not dwelling on the matter.

Time passed quickly. October was gone in a flash. As New Year's approached, the names of the two films, "Cell Phone" and "The Missing Gun," began to appear frequently in the media.

"What's going on?"

In the office of Future Film, Bai Jie and Ye Jing sat facing each other, while Zhao Fusheng, Jiang Wen, and several department managers from Future Film sat on either side.

It was Ye Jing who spoke first.

"We're not sure. Somehow, many in the media are comparing the two films." Bai Jie said with a wry smile.

Due to weak promotional capabilities, they had actually decided to keep a low profile for "Cell Phone" this time, waiting to see the reviews after release before considering increasing publicity.

But unexpectedly, before the release, "Cell Phone" was already being compared to "The Missing Gun" in the media, and was even being dismissed as worthless.

Some had even publicly declared that "Cell Phone" was a film that sought only to pander to the public.