Chapter 0958: Faces Are Meant to Be Slapped

Zhao Fusheng had no idea that after Jiang Wen hung up the phone, on the other end, Wang Jinghua angrily swept everything off the table.

"Bastard! Jerk!"

Sister Hua, who usually wore a smile and was amiable to everyone, was now like an angry bull, panting heavily, her eyes nearly red.

Outside the office, even her trusted secretary dared not enter, because the last person who went in was scolded by Sister Hua until they couldn't lift their head.

At this moment, the general manager's office of Huayi Brothers Agency was like a volcano on the verge of eruption, teetering on the edge of explosion.

Well, to be precise, Wang Jinghua in the office had already exploded once.

"What's going on? Why is Sister Hua so angry?"

"Not sure, seems to be about the SARS relief gala."

"Yeah, Sister Hua contacted Future Advertising, but was reportedly rejected. That President Zheng simply refused to see her."

"No way, are they crazy? That's Sister Hua."

"So what if it's Sister Hua? Don't forget, since the Fan Baobao incident, Future Advertising has stopped working with artists under Sister Hua's name."

Office workers love gossip, and in the entertainment industry, it's even more so. Wang Jinghua had only made a few phone calls, and the entire company knew why she was so furious.

After all, paper can't wrap fire, and news spreads so fast.

And in the office, Wang Jinghua was truly about to go mad!

Having been rebuffed by Zheng Yao, she was already on the verge of eruption. Then Zhao Fusheng's phone was unreachable, and when she finally got through via Jiang Wen, the answer was that he didn't want to talk to her.

This gave Wang Jinghua, who had always been invincible, her first taste of frustration.

Think about it: she was the top boss of Huayi Brothers Agency, and every celebrity in the entertainment industry called her Sister Hua. Yet now she was helpless against that guy Zhao Fusheng. Wang Jinghua was in a terrible mood.

"Zhao Fusheng!"

Muttering Zhao Fusheng's name to herself, Wang Jinghua frowned deeply, pondering how to get through this crisis.

She was well aware that in the current situation, she was the one who needed something from him. It was only natural for that kid Zhao Fusheng to hold the upper hand. She wasn't afraid of being controlled; what she feared was that Zhao Fusheng had truly made up his mind not to talk to her.

In fact, Wang Jinghua wasn't wrong—Zhao Fusheng really had no intention of talking to her at all.

In Zhao Fusheng's view, although there were no eternal enemies, since she had offended him, she should be prepared to be outmaneuvered. He hadn't moved against Wang Jinghua before simply because he felt the timing wasn't right. Now that he had the chance, he certainly wanted to let this top agent experience what it meant to be caught in her own trap.

"Are you really not going to reconcile with Wang Jinghua?"

At the Quanjude restaurant, Yu Feihong, after listening to Jiang Wen's words, looked at Zhao Fusheng and asked.

Zhao Fusheng laughed: "Sis, why should I reconcile with her?"

"Uh..." This question caught Yu Feihong off guard, but then she smiled bitterly and nodded.

She actually understood somewhat what Zhao Fusheng meant by that rhetorical question.

Indeed, why should Zhao Fusheng reconcile with Wang Jinghua?

In this world, there is no hatred without cause, nor love without reason. For two hostile parties to reconcile, there must be a reason acceptable to both sides. Either one side is so powerful that the opponent cannot resist and has to sue for peace, or both sides share common interests and seek common ground while reserving differences.

But the problem was, no matter how you looked at it, Zhao Fusheng might really not need to care about Wang Jinghua's face.

Although Wang Jinghua was now the general manager of Huayi Brothers' talent agency and a renowned top agent in the film and television circle, the issue was that Zhao Fusheng wasn't in the entertainment industry at all—he was an advertising planner.

In other words, no matter how much influence and skill Wang Jinghua had, could she force those big companies not to use Zhao Fusheng's advertising plans?

Ha, if she really had that ability, why would she still be an agent? She would have long become a well-known tycoon in the country.

Even if we take a step back, Wang Jinghua had a wide network and many connections in the circle, but she couldn't threaten Zhao Fusheng himself; she could only threaten his girlfriend Fan Baobao.

But the problem was, Fan Baobao was now at the People's Art Theatre, and she simply didn't care whether she could get roles or advertisements. She had advertising resources from Future Advertising, so she wasn't lacking. As for film and television resources, not to mention that Zhao Fusheng's friends would definitely stand by him, the People's Art Theatre's own regulations already limited Fan Baobao's ability to take on roles.

Therefore, no matter what, even if Wang Jinghua wanted to threaten Zhao Fusheng, she couldn't find an entry point.

As for the issue of common interests, even Yu Feihong had to admit that, given Zhao Fusheng's current development trend, Wang Jinghua wanting to compete with Zhao Fusheng was really not enough.

After all, the two of them were on different levels from the start.

This point was beyond doubt.

"So what do you mean? Is Huayi really not going to step in this time?" Jiang Wen asked Zhao Fusheng with some concern. "If you really do this, you'll be offending a lot of people."

This was the truth, after all, Huayi Brothers wasn't just Wang Jinghua; there were also Chen Dao, Ge You, and others. This group had far too many connections within the industry.

Zhao Fusheng smiled lightly: "Who told you that? I never said I wouldn't invite Huayi people. I only said I wouldn't discuss this matter with Wang Jinghua."

Jiang Wen was stunned, then suddenly burst into laughter. He had to admit, Zhao Fusheng was a sly fox.

According to his plan, all the pressure would fall on Wang Jinghua.

After all, people are selfish. Even the signed artists under Wang Jinghua, if they learned that their exclusion from the gala was due to Wang Jinghua's personal feud with Zhao Fusheng, would likely harbor resentment.

"You didn't do that on purpose, did you?" Yu Feihong stared at Zhao Fusheng, astonished.

She really hadn't expected Zhao Fusheng to play such a trick.

Zhao Fusheng shrugged: "Wang Jinghua is nothing to me. Why wouldn't I scheme against her?"

Yu Feihong didn't know what to say. She felt that Zhao Fusheng didn't seem like a young man in his early twenties; such deep scheming was something even people in their thirties or forties might not think of.

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By evening, just as Zhao Fusheng had predicted, Wang Jinghua finally couldn't hold out.

Helplessly, her旗下 stars called one after another to inquire about the disaster relief charity gala. Even the board was asking. Rumors were spreading that because Wang Jinghua had offended Future Advertising, Huayi was being excluded from the gala.

"President Wang, I think you should handle the communication with Future Advertising on this matter," Wang Jinghua said to Wang Zhongjun directly over the phone.

"Alright."

Wang Zhongjun said nothing more, responding indifferently.

He didn't say much to Wang Jinghua until he hung up.

Then he called his younger brother, Wang Zhonglei.

"Contact Zhao Fusheng," Wang Zhongjun said.

Wang Zhonglei was startled, then understood: "Wang Jinghua has caved?"

"She has no choice. Zhao Fusheng's stance is too firm; he won't negotiate with her at all," Wang Zhongjun said.

"I didn't expect that kid to be so tough, and Future Advertising actually went along with him," Wang Zhonglei remarked with emotion. He really hadn't expected Zhao Fusheng to go this far.

It was like slapping Wang Jinghua hard in the face, leaving her no room to fight back.

"He's a major shareholder, so the whole company has to listen to him. I heard this plan was also his idea," Wang Zhongjun sighed, adding regretfully, "It's all that woman Wang Jinghua's fault. If not for her, we might have kept Fan Baobao in our company and gained even more."

Wang Zhongjun's original plan had been to keep Fan Baobao at Huayi, where they would have promoted her heavily and made her a star.

Though the cost would have been significant, given Zhao Fusheng's style, Huayi would have reaped even greater returns.

But he never expected Wang Jinghua to get carried away and try to manipulate Zhao Fusheng.

One wrong step, and everything went wrong.

Now, Wang Zhongjun could only try to mend his relationship with Zhao Fusheng.

"I understand, brother. I'll call Zhao Fusheng right away," Wang Zhonglei, also shrewd, knew what to do. The final rehearsal was imminent, and time was of the essence.

Wang Zhongjun nodded and hung up.

Meanwhile, Zhao Fusheng, who had already returned home, finally received a call from Wang Zhonglei.

"Fusheng, you little rascal, you're something!" Wang Zhonglei was as hearty as ever, as if they were old friends.

Zhao Fusheng held the phone, made a face at Fan Baobao who was watching TV, and walked to the balcony: "President Wang, I don't understand what you mean."

"Haha, you don't need to understand." Wang Zhonglei naturally understood Zhao Fusheng's intention—he simply didn't want to give anyone a handle.

Zhao Fusheng chuckled without saying a word.

After all, he wasn't the one who needed something, so he was happy to take it easy.

Sure enough, Zhao Fusheng stayed silent, but Wang Zhonglei had to speak because he was more anxious than Zhao Fusheng now.

"Fusheng, about the disaster relief charity gala..." Wang Zhonglei hesitated but finally brought it up.

Zhao Fusheng smiled slightly: "President Wang, I've said it before: as long as it's not Wang Jinghua negotiating with me, anyone else is fine."

Wang Zhonglei was taken aback, then understood Zhao Fusheng's meaning. He sighed inwardly, thinking that Wang Jinghua's fall was truly deserved.