Chapter 0957: Magnanimous Zhao Fusheng

What is the biggest problem facing Huayi now?

It is the contradiction between Wang Jinghua's growing ambition and the gradual commercialization of the Wang brothers.

The former started from humble beginnings, working as a singer's agent, and today she is the top figure in the domestic agent circle. Under her, top stars like Chen Dao and ordinary artists together, dozens of big and small stars revolve around her. Even after joining Huayi, these people still look to Wang Jinghua for leadership.

As for the Wang brothers, they started in the advertising circle, ventured into the film and television circle, and now Huayi is already a leader among private film and television companies.

Both are ambitious people, both are eager for control over power. It would be strange if problems didn't arise between them.

This is like the principle that there cannot be two suns in the sky, nor two masters for the people. As the investors, the Wang brothers certainly would not allow an independent kingdom beyond their control within their company. And Wang Jinghua could never give up the stars she had worked so hard to gather; she knew well that without these stars, she would be nothing.

Therefore, neither side would easily compromise, and conflicts naturally arose.

Although Wang Zhonglei's words just now seemed to be from Wang Jinghua's perspective, everyone knew that Wang Jinghua now oversaw the company's agent business. In other words, Wang Zhonglei was essentially accusing Wang Jinghua of dereliction of duty!

And Wang Jinghua, despite the hatred surging in her heart, had to swallow her pride and endure it.

The reason was simple: she had to admit that this time she had really misjudged.

Who knew how Future Advertising suddenly became so close to CCTV, securing the planning rights for CCTV's disaster relief gala.

Now they were clearly targeting Huayi, inviting almost all the well-known actors and artists in the circle, but ignoring Huayi's people. Even big names like Chen Dao and Jiang Wen didn't receive invitations. Even an idiot could see how obvious this targeting was.

Everyone present was a Huayi executive, and they vaguely knew about the conflict between Wang Jinghua and Future Advertising. So when they heard Wang Zhonglei's words, they all turned their gaze to her.

Taking a deep breath, Wang Jinghua looked up, glanced at the silent Wang Zhongjun, then at Wang Zhonglei, who appeared deeply pained and indignant but was actually gloating, and finally looked around at the executives in the conference room. Slowly, she said, "President Wang, leave this to me. I will solve the problem in the shortest possible time."

Wang Zhongjun nodded expressionlessly and said, "The official performance is the day after tomorrow. This issue must be resolved today. Huayi cannot afford to lose face, and we must not lose face!"

With that, he stood up and left the conference room directly, clearly unwilling to discuss anything further with Wang Jinghua.

Since the big boss had left, the executives naturally had nothing more to say. Except for a few who were close to Wang Jinghua and came over to comfort her, the rest filed out.

As for Wang Zhonglei, he gave Wang Jinghua a deep look, shook his head, and said nothing. But in his heart, he sighed: If only you had known this would happen, why did you do it in the first place?

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At that moment, Zhao Fusheng was sitting in a Quanjude roast duck restaurant, across from a smug Jiang Wen and a beaming Yu Feihong.

"Kid, why did you call us out for no reason? Don't you know it's a tense time?" Jiang Wen said, giving Zhao Fusheng a displeased look.

Zhao Fusheng looked at him contemptuously: "Before you lie, can you at least check the news and newspapers?"

Jiang Wen was taken aback, then looked at Yu Feihong: "What does he mean?"

Yu Feihong chuckled, blinking: "How would I know? I haven't been back long either."

"Although the SARS epidemic is still ongoing, it's not as severe anymore. Many people have been discharged," Zhao Fusheng explained with a smile. "Actually, the higher-ups now want to restore the people's confidence as soon as possible, because the previous events caused panic and fear."

Jiang Wen and Yu Feihong exchanged a glance, and Jiang Wen spoke first: "So that's why you planned that disaster relief gala?"

Zhao Fusheng nodded: "Disaster relief is just one aspect. The most important thing is to give people confidence and hope, to let them know that although SARS is serious, our lives must go on."

"Then why did you call us?" Jiang Wen asked curiously. "Speaking of which, I heard that Future Advertising didn't send a single invitation to Huayi this time. What, are you going to give me one?"

Given his special status at Huayi, he had many sources of information and knew what was happening.

Zhao Fusheng smiled: "What are you afraid of? You know who I'm targeting, so there's nothing to worry about."

"Wang Jinghua really hit the jackpot by offending you," Jiang Wen said with a laugh.

He wasn't stupid; he knew why Zhao Fusheng was targeting Huayi, or rather, his true intention. Anyone familiar with the inside story could guess it.

"She started it, so don't blame me for finishing it," Zhao Fusheng said calmly, then looked at Yu Feihong: "Sis, there's a charity gala after the show. Make sure you attend."

Yu Feihong was always reclusive. She might attend the disaster relief gala out of a sense of duty, but if Zhao Fusheng didn't give her a heads-up, she might just leave the charity gala early.

"Charity gala?" Yu Feihong frowned, repeating the words, and looked at Zhao Fusheng puzzledly: "What does that mean? Did you organize it?"

Previously, Zhao Fusheng had been having her use the foundation's name for charity, building Hope Schools and helping those pitiful comfort women.

Now he was coming up with a charity gala. Yu Feihong didn't quite understand what Zhao Fusheng was up to.

Zhao Fusheng smiled slightly: "It's my plan, but the actual operation will be handled by our company. Well, Perfect Advertising will also join in."

Hearing this, even Jiang Wen was stunned. Perfect Advertising and Future Advertising were both famous big companies in the advertising circle. For them to join forces for a charity gala—what was Zhao Fusheng really up to?

Seeing Yu Feihong and Jiang Wen's confused expressions, Zhao Fusheng said softly, "I just think we can use this opportunity to create a charity tradition in the entertainment industry."

"Charity tradition?"

Yu Feihong and Jiang Wen were completely baffled. Clearly, they didn't understand what Zhao Fusheng was trying to do.

Zhao Fusheng remained calm and said seriously, "It means making certain people get used to participating in charity. Even if it's for fame and fortune, they will habitually attend this charity gala in the future."

"Huh?" Yu Feihong and Jiang Wen were still confused.

Zhao Fusheng laughed and patiently explained, "Think about it: if there's a charity gala where every participant gets extensive media coverage, and the biggest donor stands in the center of the photo, how would that feel?"

"How would it feel? Donating is for oneself..." Yu Feihong said nonchalantly, but before she could finish, she suddenly realized something. Her eyebrows raised, and she looked at Zhao Fusheng in surprise.

Jiang Wen didn't say anything. After a long pause, he looked up at Zhao Fusheng and said, "I think I understand what you mean."

Zhao Fusheng's expression remained unchanged. Both Jiang Wen and Yu Feihong were smart people; with just a little hint, they would realize how attractive this charity gala would be to those in the entertainment industry who chase fame and fortune.

In other words, even just for the so-called center position or for media coverage, these people would open their wallets generously.

"What can we do?" Yu Feihong asked slowly, looking at Zhao Fusheng.

She was smart and naturally understood that if Zhao Fusheng didn't need their help, he wouldn't have sought them out privately to discuss this. After all, it was a good thing, and there was no reason to talk to them about it.

Zhao Fusheng didn't waste words and said directly, "First, you need to attend and bring along your close friends. Also, during the auction at the charity gala, bid appropriately and help create a good atmosphere."

This was unavoidable. Zhao Fusheng didn't know many people in the entertainment circle himself, and Future Film's network was negligible; he probably couldn't find anyone influential.

As for Perfect Advertising, Zhao Fusheng never placed his hopes on others.

So he had to rely on Jiang Wen and Yu Feihong for help.

Fortunately, they were his people, so he didn't have to hide anything and could tell them directly.

Jiang Wen and Yu Feihong exchanged a glance, thought it over, and nodded together.

"Don't worry."

"It's fine, I know what to do."

Zhao Fusheng trusted them, just as they trusted him.

If Zhao Fusheng had said today that he wanted to scheme against someone, they might have considered whether it aligned with their moral values. But since he was doing good deeds and charity, and intended to continue long-term, as friends, they couldn't help but support him.

"Then I'll leave it to you," Zhao Fusheng said with a smile.

Just then, Jiang Wen's phone on the table suddenly rang. He glanced at the number, frowned, hesitated for a moment, and then picked it up.

"Hello, this is Jiang Wen."

"Mm-hmm, we're together."

"Well, okay, I'll ask him for you."

Then, covering the receiver, he looked at Zhao Fusheng: "Wang Jinghua. She's looking for you."

Yu Feihong was startled, but Zhao Fusheng remained calm. He shook his head and said, "Tell her that if it's about the gala, she should talk to Zheng Yao. I'm not in charge of this."

Watching Jiang Wen relay that and hang up, a cold smile curled at the corner of Zhao Fusheng's mouth.

The famous Sister Hua in the film and television circle—he wanted to see how Wang Jinghua would turn things around this time.