Chapter 0105: Passing Wealth Through Hands

Wang Zhen had the disgrace of getting a nosebleed in front of his girlfriend, which in principle shouldn't have happened.

After all, by their junior year, although there were no computers in the dorm before, these guys had occasionally gone to internet cafes and been exposed to quite a bit.

Zhao Fusheng had once discovered in the dorm several martial arts novels by authors like Huang Yi, Wo Longsheng, and Song Baisheng, with strange titles like *Eighteen Methods of Yin Skill*, *Dragon Pattern Cauldron*, *A Step into the Past*...

But regardless, the way this guy acted like a virgin in front of Dong Chenxi made her very happy.

Strangely enough, women are always like this: the more eager a man is, the more they think he's not a good person. Conversely, if a man acts a bit shy, women think their own charm is immense.

Men never understand this logic.

Why is it that when a man lies, he becomes an irredeemable villain, while a woman lying is easily forgiven, even if she's clearly deceiving? It's like in operas: if a man dies to save a woman, everyone calls him a hero and a great man, but if a man watches a woman die for him, he's branded a coward afraid of death.

In short, most people in this world like to talk about so-called principles, like gender equality, or that men should be deferential and polite to women, yet they always unconsciously forget that if there's really gender equality, then why the hell be deferential? Everyone should compete fairly based on facts and strength—deference my ass.

"Princess syndrome is really a disease that needs treatment!" Zhao Fusheng said without looking up, sitting in front of Zheng Yao.

"Huh? Who are you talking about?" Zheng Yao was baffled, completely clueless about what he meant.

Zhao Fusheng recalled the news Tan Kaixuan had told him that morning and shook his head: "Forget it, I wouldn't understand even if I told you."

"Alright, handle your own affairs yourself. Have Dong Chenxi come report to Bai Jie, and later you two meet to discuss the specifics."

Zheng Yao flipped through the contract in front of her and said to Zhao Fusheng, "Since you've signed the contract with Zhu Yushi and handed over the proposal, should we start producing the ad?"

"Yes," Zhao Fusheng nodded. "You'll still be the producer this time; I won't be involved."

Zheng Yao frowned: "Why don't you want to step into the spotlight?"

"I like studying, is that not allowed?" Zhao Fusheng waved his hand, giving Zheng Yao an answer even he didn't believe.

"I can't be bothered with you. Take half of that one million; the company needs to expand and needs money." Zheng Yao didn't stand on ceremony and directly made her request to Zhao Fusheng.

Zhao Fusheng looked at her speechlessly: "That's my proposal money—are you kidding me?"

"No, but the company needs money now." Zheng Yao looked at Zhao Fusheng seriously and said, "You know, since we've transformed from a studio into a company, we need to expand, rent new space, pay salaries, and so on. So you need to put half of that one million into the company."

Zhao Fusheng opened his mouth to say something, but Zheng Yao shut him up with one sentence: "The company's equity will be restructured: you get seventy-five percent, and I get the remaining twenty-five percent."

Fine!

Since Zheng Yao had put it that way and was even willing to give up her own shares, Zhao Fusheng knew he had no room to hesitate—he could only agree.

After thinking it over, Zhao Fusheng said, "How about this: since you want to expand, do it big. I'll keep a hundred thousand, and you take the rest. But remember to keep it secret for me; publicly, the company is still yours."

Zheng Yao was startled, then nodded: "Okay, whatever you say."

Although she didn't quite understand why Zhao Fusheng wanted to keep such a low profile, she naturally had no objection to getting more funds.

"By the way, there's something I want to tell you." Zheng Yao hesitated for a long time before speaking to Zhao Fusheng.

Zhao Fusheng looked at her curiously: "What's up?"

"Bai Jie got divorced."

Zheng Yao hesitated for a long time before finally saying this to Zhao Fusheng.

Zhao Fusheng rolled his eyes, recalled some meme, and suddenly laughed: "Don't tell me her new boyfriend is called Gao Yi."

"What nonsense are you talking about?" This time it was Zheng Yao's turn to be baffled, looking at Zhao Fusheng speechlessly.

"Look, what does her divorce have to do with me? Don't tell me she divorced for me out of admiration for my talent?" Zhao Fusheng dodged Zheng Yao's almost flaming gaze and said helplessly.

Although it was a joke, it was what he thought. Bai Jie was the head of the company's finance department; whether she divorced was her personal matter. Even if she and Zheng Yao were best friends, in Zhao Fusheng's view, it was best to mind one's own business regarding others' private affairs.

"I... forget it, you can go." Zheng Yao opened her mouth but ultimately said nothing, waving her hand for Zhao Fusheng to scram.

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Leaving the Future Advertising studio, Zhao Fusheng looked up at the signboard and revealed a smile. According to Zheng Yao's plan, in another week to half a month, the company would officially be established. By then, his career would set sail.

As a clear-headed entrepreneur, Zhao Fusheng knew that what he needed now was to accumulate initial capital.

He understood well that if a person is naturally born without a superior environment, they can only catch up through several times the effort. Fortunately, he now had advantages others couldn't match, so Zhao Fusheng felt he should pull himself together and work a bit harder.

"No matter what, I can't let that woman look down on me," Zhao Fusheng muttered to himself.

He didn't want to repeat past mistakes and end up worse than Fan Baobao, being despised and even mocked by her—that was something Zhao Fusheng absolutely couldn't tolerate. A person can walk slowly, but they must keep walking, because a path is never fixed; it's called a path only because someone has walked it.

Just then, the pager at Zhao Fusheng's waist beeped. He looked down, frowned, and sighed helplessly.

"Princess syndrome, really a disease," he muttered under his breath, then strode toward the direction of the Fourth School District.