Chapter 0959: All Are Happy

Many times, the difference between success and failure is actually not that great.

People often say a thought leads to heaven, a thought leads to hell—that's the principle.

If time could turn back, Wang Jinghua would certainly not choose to stand against Zhao Fusheng; she would carefully maintain the good relationship she had with him before.

But there is no regret medicine in this world. Not everyone who seizes the initiative will always win; if you take one wrong step, you might truly take every step wrong.

The phone conversation between Wang Zhonglei and Zhao Fusheng was very pleasant. After agreeing to treat Zhao Fusheng to a meal another day, Little Boss Wang hung up the phone contentedly.

Zhao Fusheng had already agreed that the list of Huayi's attendees for the evening party would be decided by the Wang brothers.

In other words, for all the artists in the entire Huayi Brothers经纪公司, except for top stars like Chen Dao and Zhou Feifei, everyone else would have to make a choice.

It's said that the world is either black or white, with at most a gray area.

But in the workplace, to be able to please both sides, you need to have that confidence. Unless your status and position reach a certain level, such a possibility simply doesn't exist in the entertainment industry.

Finished talking?

Not to mention how excitedly Wang Zhonglei reported his achievements to his brother, and how the two brothers discussed how to deal with Wang Jinghua. On Zhao Fusheng's side, when he put down the phone and returned to the living room, Fan Baobao asked him a question.

With a slight smile, Zhao Fusheng nodded: "Done talking. It was Little Boss Wang from Huayi."

"Oh, about the evening party?" Fan Baobao blinked and looked at Zhao Fusheng, asking.

"Hey, how did you know?" Zhao Fusheng was somewhat surprised, not expecting Fan Baobao to be aware of this matter. This girl wasn't the type to care about everything.

Fan Baobao glared at Zhao Fusheng: "I'm not stupid. You gave our People's Art Theater three performance slots—how could I not know?"

As she spoke, she smiled: "Captain Yang personally told me that this time we must cherish this hard-won opportunity."

"Hahaha..." Zhao Fusheng couldn't help it anymore; he patted the sofa and laughed.

His relationship with Fan Baobao was naturally unknown to that teacher Yang Lixin, so in the eyes of many, the fact that the People's Art Theatre suddenly got three programs was undoubtedly quite remarkable.

"Laugh at your head." Fan Baobao was furious, then said, "I'm telling you, don't you dare laugh at me later."

She was a young actress; even if she had a role in the program, at best she would be a walk-on supporting character, after all, the People's Art Theatre specialized in skits and stage plays.

Barring any surprises, Zhao Fusheng guessed that the People's Art Theatre's programs would likely be a skit, a segment of a stage play, and a recitation.

And the role Fan Baobao could appear in would probably be a walk-on in some classic stage play.

That was probably the reason for her saying not to laugh at her.

Seeing his girlfriend's eyes wide open, Zhao Fusheng dared not disagree and quickly raised his hand, saying, "I swear, I definitely won't laugh at you."

Fan Baobao didn't notice Zhao Fusheng's trick and nodded, satisfied.

After saying this, Fan Baobao cautiously glanced at Zhao Fusheng's expression and asked, "By the way, are you planning to drive Sister Hua out of Huayi?"

After all, Wang Jinghua had been her agent for several years, so Fan Baobao was quite concerned about this matter.

Shaking his head, Zhao Fusheng laughed, "Silly girl, do you think I have that much power? Your man is just an advertising planner, not the Bureau Daddy."

Bureau Daddy?

Fan Baobao was completely confused, looking at Zhao Fusheng blankly, then realized he was referring to the General Administration, and was momentarily speechless.

"You, you never behave properly." The girl glared at Zhao Fusheng with a coquettish look, but in Zhao Fusheng's eyes, her glare was more charming than angry, with no deterrent effect at all.

"I'm telling the truth." Zhao Fusheng smiled, moved closer to Fan Baobao, and put his arm around her shoulder, saying, "Wang Jinghua has been in this circle for many years, with her connections and resources, it's impossible for me to completely crush her. What I'm doing now is actually giving her a warning, letting her know not to mess with me casually, or she'll be in trouble."

"Hmm, you mean, kill the chicken to scare the monkey?" Fan Baobao wasn't stupid; after a little thought, she understood Zhao Fusheng's meaning.

Zhao Fusheng nodded, "Exactly, she's the chicken, for everyone to see."

This was his true feeling; Zhao Fusheng wasn't arrogant enough to think that with this incident, he could completely crush a top agent like Wang Jinghua.

In the final analysis, just as Wang Jinghua could do nothing about Zhao Fusheng, who was not part of the entertainment circle, unless Zhao Fusheng became a tycoon capable of influencing the entire industry, he likewise could do little about Wang Jinghua, who was in the film and television circle.

Suppression was possible, obstacles could be set, but ultimately, one could not cut off another's path entirely.

At the very least, Zhao Fusheng could guarantee that although Chen Dao admired him greatly and the Wang brothers were willing to offer Chen Dao an astronomical signing fee, as long as Wang Jinghua left Huayi, Emperor Chen would definitely follow without a second thought.

There was no helping it; Zhao Fusheng had already given up the idea of winning him over.

At Emperor Chen's level, although he still had a desire for money, he had no need to consider which company to earn it from. After all, when he acted in films, he didn't have to audition like other actors; instead, countless companies and screenwriters waved checks and scripts, begging him to star in their works.

The Wang brothers understood this reasoning as well, so when Zhao Fusheng frankly stated that he was only targeting Wang Jinghua, Wang Zhonglei indicated that he knew what to do.

The advantage of dealing with smart people lay here—smart people knew how to choose what was most beneficial to themselves.

If it were a fool, suddenly gaining power, they would only think about how to crush their opponent, without understanding that in this era, unless you could physically eliminate your opponent or mentally break them, it was better to leave some leeway in dealing with people and matters.

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Nothing was said that night. The next day, Zhao Fusheng received a call from Zheng Yao. Huayi had faxed the list of celebrities participating in the disaster relief charity performance to Future Advertising.

As Zhao Fusheng had predicted, the Wang brothers had successfully suppressed Wang Jinghua.

"It has nothing to do with us," Zhao Fusheng said indifferently. "This matter ends here. From now on, focus all attention on the gala."

For him, this was more about flexing his muscles; he had no intention of doing anything to Wang Jinghua.

Moreover, Zhao Fusheng believed that Wang Jinghua should understand his meaning; otherwise, she wouldn't have just vented her anger in the company and then handed the matter over to Wang Zhonglei.

As for the rumors outside, Zhao Fusheng dismissed them with contempt. Soon enough, the rumors would naturally dissipate. After all, the Wang brothers were not stupid; having gained benefits, they had no reason to provoke anyone further.

Rumors, even in the internet age where the cost of information dissemination approached zero, were not so easily spread. Don't think that just by shouting injustice online, you would attract a crowd of supporters.

That was pure nonsense!

For a hot topic to make headlines and become known to the public, there must be some behind-the-scenes promoters.

Though it sounded harsh, that was the truth.

It must be said that anything involving the state always amazed people. The entire gala, from planning to official broadcast, took only a week, and under such conditions, it succeeded.

Yes, it was a success!

Broadcast on CCTV-1 during prime time, lasting three hours, many celebrities and actors took the stage, generously donating, and numerous major corporations also contributed funds for health and epidemic prevention work in remote areas.

In short, it was a very mainstream gala.

It was said that the higher-ups were very satisfied and gave high praise.

The CCTV leadership was also satisfied, because the top brass indicated that CCTV had perfectly fulfilled its duties this time,诠释ing the sense of responsibility of a national media outlet.

For those in officialdom, the praise of superiors was a guarantee of promotion. Without the appreciation of leaders, dreaming of promotion was nothing but wishful thinking.

Therefore, Future Advertising, which had策划ed the gala, was now on the radar of CCTV's leadership.

As for the charity banquet after the gala, CCTV naturally no longer minded Future Advertising using its name.

Zhao Fusheng didn't bother much with the charity banquet. He had already provided the plan, and even asked Jiang Wen and Yu Feihong to use their connections to help bolster the event. If, at this point, Zheng Yao still couldn't handle everything, Zhao Fusheng felt he might as well consider finding a new partner.

Everyone has their strengths and weaknesses. Zheng Yao might not be good at advertising planning, but in administrative management, practice made perfect; her abilities were quite good, otherwise she wouldn't have developed the company to its current state.

However, after all, she was a woman. Sometimes she might focus on immediate gains and losses in a limited scope, without taking a long-term view.

That wasn't a problem. The problem was that if Zhao Fusheng had already explained the reasoning to her clearly, yet she still insisted on going her own way, should such a situation arise one day, even if there was still affection between them, Zhao Fusheng would still force Zheng Yao out.

It was acceptable to consider personal relationships in business, but if one sacrificed business for personal relationships, it would not be worth it.

As for Zhao Fusheng himself, his focus was not on the charity banquet at the moment. What he cared more about was the website that Dong Guoxiang and others had developed, which Zhao Fusheng named Xiaonei.com. It would officially launch on June 1st.

To be honest, Zhao Fusheng was looking forward to what surprises this website would bring him.