In fact, everyone's definition of friends is different, if you only define friends by being familiar and often eating and playing together, I believe everyone has a lot of friends.

But if this standard is raised to the point that we can share weal and woe, then it has to be said that in fact, each of us is alone.

Because there are really few such friends.

For Jiang Wen, he has not been in contact with Zhao Fusheng for a long time, but unconsciously, he has regarded Zhao Fusheng as his friend.

What's more, today's incident itself also made Jiang Wen feel very disgusting.

Zhang Li saw that there were several people standing behind Jiang Wen, and the expression on his face suddenly became ugly.

There are rules in the circle, and today's incident is certainly a good thing for Jiang Wen's friend to spoil himself, but the more important thing is that he can't let Jiang Wen tell the truth of the matter in public.

There are some things that are said and known to everyone, after all, they are two concepts.

"Hmph!

Zhang Li glared at Jiang Wen fiercely, turned around and walked outside, followed by a group of people.

Looking at their backs, Jiang Wen smacked fiercely: "Phew!

After speaking, he turned his head and looked at a few young people: "How many of you are from Chinese opera?"

"Yes, Mr. Jiang, I'm Taohong, this is ......"

A few people introduced themselves, Jiang Wen didn't talk much nonsense, and after leaving their phone numbers, he left the bar with Yu Feihong.

When they came to the door, Zhang Zhang and the others had already walked away.

"What's the matter with that kid?" Jiang Wen asked strangely, Zhao Fusheng was inexplicably furious, he was still a little strange.

Yu Feihong frowned slightly: "I don't know, but what about others?"

Zhao Fusheng took the girl and walked outside together, but now that Zhang Zhang and the others have left, there is no trace of him and the girl, but nothing can happen.

"Don't worry, that kid monkey spirit monkey spirit, what can happen. Although Jiang Wen said nonchalantly, the movements in his hands did not stop, and he directly took out his mobile phone and dialed Zhao Fusheng's phone.

"Where are you?" After the phone was connected, Jiang Wen asked Zhao Fusheng.

"Washroom. Zhao Fusheng said, seemingly busy with something.

Jiang Wen looked inexplicable, and pulled Yu Feihong towards the bathroom.

The toilet and exit of the bar are not far away, and when the two of them walked to the door of the bathroom, they saw that next to the pool, Zhao Fusheng was pouring a basin of water on the face of the girl surnamed Song.

That's right, he just used it.

There was another water bottle next to it, which was also full of water.

Looking at it, it was definitely not lukewarm, but cold water.

"What is this for?" Jiang Wen looked sluggish, after the hero saved the beauty, he turned into a spicy hand to destroy flowers, Zhao Fusheng's script is a bit hanging.

Zhao Fusheng didn't bother to explain anything, pointed at the girl and said, "I was drugged and was about to lose consciousness, so I will sober her up." ”

Looking at his serious appearance, Jiang Wen really wanted to grab him by the collar and ask him, "Is this how your family makes people sober?"

The corners of Yu Feihong's mouth couldn't help but glow with a good-looking arc, and he glared at Zhao Fusheng: "Nonsense! ”

In the eyes of outsiders, Zhao Fusheng was indeed a little rude, so he threw the girl there, pouring water on people's faces one after another, and the girl was already trembling.

Zhao Fusheng stopped the movement in his hand and clapped his hands: "This is also a lesson for her!"

To be honest, he has no interest in this girl at all, this kind of little girl is not deeply involved in the world, and she has no brains at all, in Zhao Fusheng's opinion, if she didn't still have a little bottom insistence, even if she watched her and Zhang Zhang leave, she wouldn't be nosy.

But since she is still a little disciplined, where she should help, Zhao Fusheng doesn't mind reaching out and pulling a hand.

But he is not a savior, people are saved, and the rest has to rely on herself.

"Alright, you go get a taxi, let her go to my place today. Yu Feihong said to Zhao Fusheng angrily: "You go with Lao Jiang at night, and you will go back tomorrow." ”

After all, it was inconvenient for girls, so Zhao Fusheng was simply driven away by Yu Feihong.

Zhao Fusheng looked helpless, but he still nodded, and said to Jiang Wen: "How about it, can you take me in?"

Jiang Wen smiled: "Let me tell you, my accommodation fee is expensive, and I want a script for one night." ”

Rolling his eyes, Zhao Fusheng didn't bother to pay attention to this guy, and said casually: "The script is not, but there are a few stories that are very interesting, you can listen to them, if you think it is appropriate, you can find someone to write it, how about it?"

Although he may not be able to write the script well, but if the story is creative alone, Zhao Fusheng has seen a lot of good movies.

After all, in the most prosperous years of the entire domestic film market, good-looking movies emerged in an endless stream, and the market of tens of billions of dollars a year was there, and there were all kinds of films, and Zhao Fusheng, as a person in half of the entertainment industry, could be regarded as having gained a lot of knowledge.

The most important thing is that in the materials that Zhao Fusheng saw before, many famous movies did not appear.

Of course, Zhao Fusheng is not a professional screenwriter, even if those classic films have not appeared, he can't write a script. But this does not prevent Zhao Fusheng from telling the storylines of these movies.

He can't write it, someone can write it.

Sure enough, hearing Zhao Fusheng's words, Jiang Wen showed a look of excitement on his face.

After being in contact for so long, he also learned some about Zhao Fusheng, this guy is indeed like what he said, he can only write advertising planning, not scripts.

Even Jiang Wen felt that the script written by Zhao Fusheng was so bad that it was outrageous.

There's no way, he is a professional, and it is indeed very bad to examine Zhao Fusheng's script from the perspective of a professional.

But admittedly, the creativity is still very good.

"Okay, go to me tonight. Jiang Wen said happily to Zhao Fusheng.

I have already made up my mind in my heart, and I must ask a few more interesting stories from Zhao Fusheng today.

Zhao Fusheng naturally didn't know that Jiang Wen had already regarded himself as a story ATM, he just felt that it was useless to keep these stories in his head, so it was better to give them to Jiang Wen, and let this guy owe him a favor.

Friendship is a thing, there has always been an exchange to have feelings, and one party is expected to pay, even if it is a good friend, there will be a day when they part ways.

Both Jiang Wen and Zhao Fusheng know this truth.