The perfect future of rebirth

The time for the opening of the Olympic Games is getting closer and closer.

Zhao Fusheng didn't feel much about it, but the whole family, including Dad Zhao, were very excited. Obviously, they were very happy about this matter.

Fan Baobao's belly is getting bigger day by day. Obviously, the day of giving birth is not far away.

"Do you want someone to look at the men and women?"

One day, Xue Yuanfang chatted with Zhao Fusheng, and asked Zhao Fusheng casually.

"Need not."

Zhao Fusheng shook his head: "I still like the feeling of lottery..."

"lottery……"

At that moment, Xue Yuanfang didn't know what to say.

Zhao Fusheng is really helpless.

This is the first time I've seen such a person.

"By the way, Huayi's side has been quite difficult recently." Xue Yuanfang said casually.

Zhao Fusheng chuckled: "It has nothing to do with me. I didn't bother them at that time, so it was already good."

This is the truth, Zhao Fusheng didn't talk nonsense with Wang Zhonglei at that time, he left directly, and he didn't ask Ye Jing to find Hua Yi's trouble afterwards, he just suspended the cooperation with Hua Yi.

In Zhao Fusheng's view, this is already magnanimous.

If you really care about it, based on the current network of the future group, it is really not difficult to clean up Huayi.

"I know, just to tell you."

Xue Yuanfang shrugged: "Zheng Yao's order is that we will no longer cooperate with Huayi's artists in the future advertising."

"She is."

Zhao Fusheng was startled, then smiled, he naturally understood what Zheng Yao meant, it was nothing more than teaching Hua Yi a lesson.

Well, it's a sad story.

Although it is impossible for the master to humiliate his ministers to death in modern times.

But since the boss is unhappy, it is only natural for the subordinates to vent their anger on the boss.

"Give me a deadline, more or less."

Xue Yuanfang said to Zhao Fusheng: "I'm not asking this in the name of the company's public relations department, but someone asked me to ask."

"This year."

Zhao Fusheng thought for a while and said to Xue Yuanfang: "At least, within this year, I won't care what Zheng Yao does. Since some people don't take my words seriously, they have to bear the consequences."

As he said that, his expression was slightly gloomy: "That day, if I hadn't happened to invite Liu Yiming's sister to dinner and introduce her to my wife, guess what would have happened?"

Xue Yuanfang was speechless for a moment.

Of course, he was very clear about some things. If Zhao Fusheng and Liu Yiming hadn't happened to arrive that day, the development of this matter would definitely not have turned into what it is now.

"To be honest, I can't change the status quo of the entertainment industry."

Zhao Fusheng looked at Xue Yuanfang, and said lightly: "However, not everyone in my future film and television industry can move. Whoever dares to reach out, don't blame me for chopping off his claws!"

Hearing Zhao Fusheng's words, Xue Yuanfang's heart suddenly turned cold.

He could tell that Zhao Fusheng was not joking, and he even said it very seriously, clearly to let himself tell the Wang family brothers, and even more people know.

After all, in the final analysis, when I mentioned this today, many people asked me to ask myself after trusting the relationship behind my back.

To put it bluntly, the previous cooperative relationship between Future Film, Xin Baoyuan and Huayi made many people jealous. After all, no one does not want to have a strong ally.

And obviously, Future Film and Television, or Zhao Fusheng, is definitely a good ally.

Many people were envious of Hua Yi and Xin Baoyuan's luck.

But now, Hua Yi committed suicide and caused such a big incident, Zhang Mo was directly driven abroad, and Zhang Guoli also began to fade out.

Even Zheng Yao, the CEO of Future Group, personally ordered Future Advertisement to block Huayi's artists.

In this case, someone naturally wants to replace Huayi and become Zhao Fusheng's favored collaborator.

Even, more than one company.

You must know that Future Film and Television has the support of Future Group, whether it is advertising fashion resources or funds, they are abundant and coveted.

Take "Let the Bullets Fly" this time as an example, the three major film stars are playing on the same stage, and the investment of 3000 million is enough to make those companies want to join.

But it's a pity that there is no shortage of money in future film and television, and people only bring their own allies to play.

Seeing Huayi and Xin Baoyuan stuff their artists into the crew, it is impossible to say that other companies are not envious.

"So be it."

Zhao Fusheng waved his hand, bringing the conversation between himself and Xue Yuanfang to an end.

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Xue Yuanfang's news spread quickly, and Huayi soon got the news.

"Brother, what should I do?"

Sitting in the office, Wang Zhonglei asked Wang Zhongjun helplessly.

"How to do?"

Sighing, Wang Zhongjun smiled wryly and said, "Of course it's cold salad."

"This one……"

Wang Zhonglei hesitated for a moment, but finally did not speak.

He also knew that this matter was indeed his fault.

"Okay, that's it."

Wang Zhongjun is worthy of being a hero, he calmed down quickly, and said to his younger brother: "You don't have to worry too much, didn't Zhao Fusheng say that within this year, he will not control what Zheng Yao does, which means, Next year, we should have no more trouble."