The perfect future of rebirth

There are three days before returning to Ninghai, Zhao Fusheng finally wrote the script of "Kung Fu".

"Send it to the Copyright Bureau for registration, and then hand it over to Bai Jie." Handing it to Zhang Qian, Zhao Fusheng's face was full of tiredness.

"How long have you been up?" Zhang Qian frowned.

"Three days." Zhao Fusheng waved his hand: "I'm going to sleep, let's not talk about it."

After saying this, he turned around neatly and went straight to the bedroom. He hadn't closed his eyes for several days, and he was almost exhausted.

Looking at Zhao Fusheng's back, Zhang Qian sighed, shook his head helplessly, and turned to go out to do some business.

First, I went to the Copyright Bureau to go through the process of registering the copyright, and then took the copyright certificate and came to Future Film and Television.

"How did you come?"

Seeing Zhang Qian, Bai Jie was slightly surprised. She had a deep impression on this young man who was with Zhao Fusheng. In her memory, Zhang Qian seldom spoke, but Zhao Fusheng trusted him very much. Leave it to Zhang Qian to do it.

Dong Chenxi once mentioned to Bai Jie that the registration of the Future Investment Fund abroad was all handled by Zhang Qian, which shows how much Zhao Fusheng trusts Zhang Qian.

Although she is very reluctant to admit it, Bai Jie has to say that compared with Zhang Qian, there may not be someone who has more trust from Zhao Fusheng.

"Script." Zhang Qian said concisely, and handed the script in his hand to Bai Jie.

"Ah?" Bai Jie was stunned, and quickly took it and looked at it.

After a long while, she raised her head and said shyly, "That's it?"

"Well, he stayed up for three days and three nights."

Zhang Qian rarely said a few more words, and said calmly: "The actor and so on have already been written, you can just contact me."

After a pause, he glanced at Bai Jie: "Don't let him down."

After finishing speaking, Zhang Qian stopped talking nonsense, turned around and left.

Bai Jie was left alone, stunned.

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Zhao Fusheng naturally didn't know this, he fell asleep at home in the dark, and when he opened his eyes again, it was already noon the next day.

"How long have I slept?"

Looking up, Zhao Fusheng saw Fan Baobao sitting not far away looking at him.

"Zhang Qian said it would take about a whole day."

Miss Fan just came back from Zhou Yun's hometown, and seeing her boyfriend's appearance, she said with some distress, "Can't you stop working so hard?"

She didn't know about Zhao Fusheng writing the script, Zhang Qian just said it was a matter of the company, Fan Baobao subconsciously thought it was a matter of the future advertisement.

Zhao Fusheng smiled wryly, and shook his head helplessly: "It's not about the advertising company."

"Huh?" Hearing this sentence, Fan Baobao raised his eyebrows: "What do you mean, what is that?"

She knows that Zhao Fusheng owns a part of the shares of future advertisements.

In Fan Baobao's perception, this is normal, because after all, he is the chief advertising planner of Future Ads, and if he wants to win over a gold medal planner, it is very common to offer some equity as a reward.

But listening to what Zhao Fusheng said now, it seems that it is not the business of the advertising company.

"It's like this. Future Film and Television has encountered some troubles recently, mainly..." Zhao Fusheng described the things that happened in Future Film and Television in this way, from Ye Jing's recent encounters, to the current situation that Future Film and Television is facing. Fan Baobao was told all about his dilemma, as well as the solution that Bai Jie, Zheng Yao and others came up with after careful consideration.

Of course, he concealed what Bai Jie and Zheng Yao reported to him. He just said that they don't dare to trust the scriptwriters outside because they are afraid of being tricked, so they hope to write the script themselves.

Fan Baobao didn't think too much about it. Zhao Fusheng's explanation was very reasonable. What's more, Future Film and Television is her contract company, so her focus is naturally on this.

"You mean, Future Film and Television now needs to produce a movie and TV series, and it must also be profitable, so as to attract other investors to join in?" Fan Baobao looked at Zhao Fusheng and asked.

Zhao Fusheng nodded and smiled: "In general, this is what it means, but the most important thing is that it is actually a problem of division and disintegration. As long as the film and television dramas produced by Future Film and Television make money, then the next time Future Film and Television will propose to join a certain When the investment ranks of film and television dramas, other investors will think that this is a good project."

There is too much knowledge and too much filth in it, Zhao Fusheng can't explain to Fan Baobao one by one, he can't tell Fan Baobao that these film and television companies in China are bullying bastards who dare not point fingers at monsters like China Film, For a new company like Future Film and Television, it is a secret stumbling block.

But these guys are like hunting dogs. When they smell something profitable, they will quickly gather over, just like sharks in the sea that smell blood.

What Zhao Fusheng wants to use is their characteristic.

Chapter 999 Confession

"Chinese people always like to reconcile or compromise. For example, a room is very dark and a window needs to be opened, but the people working in this room often express their opinions. Everyone has their own ideas and feels I am the right one, so opening the window will definitely be troublesome.

At this time, if you say that you want to tear down the roof, these people will come to mediate, choose a compromise method, and open a window. "

Zhao Fusheng said with a smile, but the person who spoke was not Fan Baobao, but Ye Jing.

The Chinese New Year is coming soon, when Zhao Fusheng and Fan Baobao packed up their things and prepared to go home, they received a call from Ye Jing, and the two met at a teahouse near the Chinese Opera.

"So, this is your solution?" Ye Jing looked at Zhao Fusheng and said with a smile.

Zhao Fusheng's face remained calm, and he was not moved when he heard his words. He smiled faintly, but did not speak.

Regardless of whether Ye Jing got any rumors or asked for help from others, all in all, Zhao Fusheng felt that at this time, he was much more stable than him.

At the very least, he can write scripts, but Ye Jing has more problems to face.

"This is not my plan, this is what Mr. Lu Xun said." After a while, Zhao Fusheng said with a smile: "I have always thought that Mr. Lu Xun is a great thinker and philosopher. Many of his words are thought-provoking and thought-provoking. .”

"Mr. Lu really talks a lot..." Ye Jing pouted and said with a sneer.

Of course he understood that Mr. Lu Xun did not have so much time to talk so much, and most of his articles were about expressing his own feelings, and it was the latecomers who added so much literal meaning to it.

But this does not hinder, Ye Jing understands Zhao Fusheng's thoughts.

After all, Zhao Fusheng's plan is very simple, this kid clearly wants to play a good show of taking the bait with those people.

"Are you so sure that they will take the bait?" Frowning, Ye Jing said to Zhao Fusheng.

Zhao Fusheng smiled: "Brother Ye, do you think that if you put the money in front of those people, they will not pick it up?"

"how is this possible!"

Ye Jing blurted out: "I don't know about others, as far as I know, among the people I know, as long as they can make money, they can do anything, even making salty porn."

The so-called salty wet film, to put it bluntly, is a film with a little color.

It's a little more covert than those action movies in the island country, and it's more of a sideline.