Chapter 633: The Three Views Don't Match

Fan Baobao has always felt that Zhao Fusheng's outlook on life is problematic, and his philosophy is that if someone bullies him, then he must bully him back, and he will never let go of forgiving the other party, because once he lets it go, maybe the other party will turn his head and step on himself.

Fan Baobao didn't understand this, in her opinion, Zhao Fusheng was a little overkill.

Be forgiving and forgiving, this is the philosophy of life that Fan Baobao learned from her mother, even Zhao's father and Zhao's mother told her so.

But it is clear that in Zhao Fusheng's worldview, there is no label of forgiveness.

Zhao Fusheng actually knew that Fan Baobao was very dissatisfied with his statement, but he did think so.

In this world, there are two kinds of people who cannot be forgiven, the first is a person who has read books and is educated, but then does bad things, because this kind of person has failed the growth brought by knowledge and the power of words.

The second type is the person who reads the book, but does not understand it, but becomes more and more confused. For example, some people have seen the word cannibalism in books from ancient times, while others have only learned to be greedy.

No one knows better than Zhao Fusheng what it looks like after the collapse of the moral system, when you are slandered as a murderer after saving someone, when you see an old man who has fallen to the ground and dare not help, a beggar who does not dare to give alms, and even after saving people to death, your body is still used to sell for money, what is that feeling?

Integrity is a virtue, but what is the use of preaching economic power all day long when the country loses even the most basic virtues?

"By the way, Wang Qiang, have you been bullied in the crew?" Fan Baobao didn't want to continue to discuss with Zhao Fusheng about the social atmosphere, she has never been the kind of person who is good at words, not to mention, Zhao Fusheng, I don't know where I learned those truths, one after another, and I don't give myself a chance to refute at all.

"I'm fine, no one bullied me, hehe......" Wang Qiang smiled innocently.

He didn't really understand what the big brothers and sisters discussed, in short, he didn't understand what was going on, but he just felt that it was very powerful.

Hearing Fan Baobao's question to himself, he quickly shook his head.

In fact, this is a very normal thing, after all, no matter what, even if it is a group performance, he is also Jiang Wen's younger brother Jiang Wu stuffed in through a relationship, in other words, there are people above the family.

Whether it's the crew or anywhere, where there are people, there are rivers and lakes, and there are factions, unless it is deliberately finding fault, how can it be okay to offend people.

"It's okay if no one bullies you, if you have it, ......" Fan Baobao just wanted to say that someone bullied you and reported my name, but then he thought about it, he was not a big person, and it was estimated that it was useless, so he simply changed his words: "If you have it, tell your brother, he has a way." ”

Anyway, since he was a child, it is not the first time that Zhao Fusheng has taken the blame for himself, which is trivial.

Zhao Fusheng glanced at her helplessly, smiled and said to Wang Qiang: "What to do, don't make trouble, and don't be afraid." ”

What he said is from his heart, being a man is actually like this, as long as he is walking straight, he is not afraid of being bullied, if someone bullies him, he should fight back, and he doesn't need to care about anything else.

On the other hand, if your butt is not clean, then people will definitely find your weaknesses and try their best to smear you.

It's something no one can avoid.

Iron also needs its own hardness, that's the truth.

It's just that Zhao Fusheng understands, but Wang Qiang may not be able to understand.

He just took Zhao Fusheng's words as a friend's advice to himself, but even so, Wang Qiang nodded vigorously: "I remember, brother." ”

He is not stupid, the two people in front of him are for his own good, no matter whether he will do what they say or not, this intention must be appreciated.

Zhao Fusheng nodded and continued to eat, and the purpose of some words was to show an attitude.

After eating, Fan Baobao had to take Wang Qiang to visit the Chinese opera campus, he was full of yearning for this acting academy, after all, he was not from a professional class, and he was still very willing to have the opportunity to walk around the school and feel the atmosphere.

As for Zhao Fusheng, he used the excuse that he still had to write the script, so he walked back to his residence.

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Some people say that Shanghai is better than Beijing, and the good thing is that in Shanghai, if you have money, you can overlook the whole city.

But in Zhao Fusheng's view, there is actually no difference between Beijing and Shanghai, and even if there is, it is just a different name.

Because in less than ten years, these two cities are full of ambitious people, self-motivated, who do not plan to work in one place for the rest of their lives, and are eager to eat night grass and make a windfall for this and that ideal and ambition.

This is the mentality of most of the North Drifters.

The figure returned to the residence alone, Zhao Fusheng turned on the lamp, sat there and began to write the script.

Zhao Fusheng doesn't feel hard, he has to endure hardships to become a master, he knows this very well, he wants to make money, wants to become stronger and stronger, some things must be done.

A mature society needs to replenish fresh blood at all times, and the princes and princes will have a kind of Xiangning, which is in line with the trend of historical progress.

Zhao Fusheng didn't intend to be the overlord of Chu, he saw Tan Kaixuan's goods with his own eyes in his previous life, and he refused to cross the Wujiang River even if he died, and would rather jump off the Oriental Pearl than compromise. In this life, Zhao Fusheng found that he was actually the same person as him.

Shaking his head and opening the computer's files, Zhao Fusheng cleared his mind and began to crack and type.

The experience of his previous life was too complicated, and he developed the paranoia that he would not regret even if he did something wrong, but now that he has done it again, Zhao Fusheng is naturally cautious and cautious, and he will definitely not make mistakes easily.

Time passed quickly, and when Zhao Fusheng was resting and turning off the computer, he raised his head and noticed that it was already twelve o'clock in the middle of the night, and even Fan Baobao had already returned. It's just that I didn't want to disturb Zhao Fusheng's work, so I slept first.

As for Wang Qiang, he already had a room here.

Turning his head and gently stroking Fan Baobao's face, a gentle smile appeared at the corner of Zhao Fusheng's mouth, perhaps because she was too engrossed in writing the script, when did this girl come in, she didn't even know. It is estimated that tomorrow morning, she will definitely crusade against herself again.

"Hmm......" I don't know if it's a dream, Fan Baobao turned his body slightly and let out a sigh.

Zhao Fusheng smiled, quietly straightened up, and slowly walked to the door.

It seems that the best place for me tonight is the sofa in the living room.