The perfect future of rebirth

In fact, he has no objection to this matter, and there is another reason, that is, he can take this opportunity to meet Chen Shoufu and chat about Shengda.

After all, after investing money in it, Zhao Fusheng always pays attention to it.

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Before going to Shanghai, he either took a train or a plane, and this was the first time for Zhao Fusheng to take a boat.

That's right, after they arrived in Shanghai from Beijing by train, Zhao Fusheng was dragged onto the boat by Lou Ye before he had time to meet Chen Tianqiao.

Well, this is a boat that Zhao Fusheng has never seen before.

"Lao Lou, is this thing safe?" Zhao Fusheng blinked his eyes and asked Lou Ye.

There is no way, the hull of the boat is full of rust, with a few rubber rings hanging on it, making a chug sound from time to time, which completely subverts Zhao Fusheng's impression of romance.

He doesn't care about the scenery of Shanghai at all now, what the hell is he worried about whether he will be caught under the overturned boat.

Suzhou Creek, commonly known as the Shanghai section of the Wusong River, a tributary of the Huangpu River, a tributary of the Yangtze River, is generally recognized by the people as starting from Beixinjing in Shanghai City and flowing into the Huangpu River on the east side of the Waibaidu Bridge.Sometimes it also refers to the whole section of Wusong River.

The coast of Suzhou Creek was the center of the initial formation and development of Shanghai, which gave birth to almost half of the ancient Shanghai, and then it took another 100 years to become the water framework for the construction of Shanghai, an international metropolis.The offshore part of the lower reaches of Suzhou Creek is called Hudu, which is the source of the abbreviation of Shanghai City.

Today, Suzhou Creek is more like a vegetable market.

People and boats coming and going, noisy residential areas on both sides of the river, adults yelling, children crying, housewives squatting there washing vegetables and cooking...

"I grew up here since I was a child, and it carries a lot of my childhood memories..."

Lou Ye came over, supported the hull, and said to Zhao Fusheng.

"Ah..." Zhao Fusheng was at a loss, obviously not understanding what he said.

No way, he is not a literary youth. If Lou Ye were someone like Lao Jiang, he would definitely resonate in an instant, a collision of ideas, and a spark of inspiration.

But it's a pity that Zhao Fusheng is just an ordinary person, you can talk to him about the reconstruction of Suzhou Creek, but when it comes to literature and art, Zhao Fusheng said that he doesn't understand at all.

"Do you know, for me, this is my blood, I look at this, the river flows downstream, converges to the mouth of the sea, and then..." Lou Ye didn't notice Zhao Fusheng's reaction, still keep talking.

"vomit……"

The corner of Zhao Fusheng's mouth twitched a few times, and finally he couldn't hold it back, and threw up directly on the side of the boat.

he gets seasick...

The boat boss grinned and said to Lou Ye: "It's okay, I'll get used to it after vomiting."

Lou Ye was expressionless and silent, but looked into the distance.

He now feels that what Jiang Wen said is not wrong at all, Zhao Fusheng is just a bastard who got into the entertainment circle.

Chapter 679 Literary Youth

Communicating with young literary men is tiring, and communicating with young literary women is even more tiring.

After finally leaving the wrecked boat that frightened him, when Zhao Fusheng returned to the hotel, he was about to collapse.

Originally, according to Lou Ye's idea, where the crew lived, they could just find a hotel near the old town of Shanghai to deal with it.He has always been used to being so careful and careful. After all, most of the films he made before failed to be released, and all of them relied on selling distribution rights to earn their money back.

To put it bluntly, Lao Lou is a poor and accustomed person.

But Zhao Fusheng refused. Since his rebirth, he has adhered to the principle that no matter how hard it is, he must not suffer himself, and no matter how difficult it is, he must not eat. He has never treated himself badly in terms of food and lodging.

Inexplicably, he came here to be the producer. If he had to endure hardships, he would not agree to beating Zhao Fusheng to death.

So Zhao Fusheng waved his hand and brought the dozen or so crew members into a fairly good hotel.

Although it is not a star hotel, at least breakfast and hot water are available.

As for himself, he asked for a separate room.

Of course, Zhao Fusheng said that his own room is not included in the expenses of the crew, and he pays for it himself.

This action made Zhao Fusheng a good person in the crew. After all, no one is a fool. No one is born willing to endure hardship. With someone like Zhao Fusheng in the lead, everyone is happy.

"I heard that you vomited today?" Mr. Zhou appeared out of nowhere at this moment, leaned over to Zhao Fusheng, and said with a smile.

At this time, she didn't have such a huge aura later on, she was more like an elf that fell from the sky and fell into someone's house, exquisite and transparent, cute and cute.

Zhao Fusheng smiled: "What's the matter, Mr. Zhou, are you taking pleasure in other's misfortune?"

After learning that no one called Zhou Xun Mr. Zhou, Zhao Fusheng was the first to call out. Although Zhou Xun felt a little weird, he didn't feel disgusted, so he let him go.

The reason why Zhao Fusheng did this is probably because of the mentality that the whole world does not know, but only he knows.

This guy has always been so boring.

"I'm not gloating, I'm just looking, um, looking." Zhou Xun pursed his lips, but the irrepressible smile at the corner of his mouth had already betrayed her mood at this moment.

Zhao Fusheng really didn't bother to complain about her acting skills, it was simply too careless.

"You have no friends like this." Zhao Fusheng gave Zhou Xun a blank look and said.

It is strange to say that the fate between people is so wonderful, although they have only been together for a few days, and they have only met each other a few times, both Zhou Xun and Zhao Fusheng have a good impression of each other.

In Zhou Xun's words, Zhao Fusheng is a special match with him.

She has always been the kind of person who does what she wants, otherwise she would not have found an inexplicable rock singer to fall in love with, and then broke up decisively.

That rock singer was highly praised more than ten years later, but in Zhao Fusheng's view, he was a literary youth.

Speaking of which, literary youth is actually a creature that is praised by others. If you make him deprived of food and have no time or mood to be hypocritical, you can see if he is still literary.

But there is no way, most people can’t see through this point, everyone thinks it’s very fashionable and highly praised, so the movie that Xiaosan singer justified himself can also get a high box office, with a lot of inexplicable lines and self-righteous words The plot can also resonate with a lot of predecessors and current ones.

Please, Beipiao is quite miserable, but two young men from Beipiao lived a hard life in Beijing with their dreams in mind. They got together but didn’t stick to it, and ended up breaking up. This kind of plot really feels old to Zhao Fusheng. I’ve watched it There are hundreds if not thousands of similar stories. I really don’t understand. Where do those people who resonate come from?

Besides, a man who has a successful career doesn't want to be good to his wife and children, but wants to go out with his ex-lover to have sex, what the hell is there to advocate?

"My lord, if you are looking for a boyfriend in the future, don't look for a literary youth." Zhao Fusheng squatted at the door of the hotel, and said something to Zhou Xun with a pale face.

"Why?" Mr. Zhou was a little puzzled, and a gleam flashed in his eyes.

Zhao Fusheng chuckled, and said coldly: "Because literary youths are all fools."

Fog grass!

Mr. Zhou was dumbfounded in an instant. I have seen direct ones, but I have never seen such direct ones. How did the literary youth offend you, and they cursed like this.