Chapter 0108 Arrangements

Sometimes Zhao Fusheng felt that time was really not enough. The ancients said time waits for no one, and that was indeed true; he now wished he could split himself into several people to use.

Forcibly dragging Tan Kaixuan back to the dorm from the video room, Zhao Fusheng gave him a difficult task: to help him find out if there was a network technology company called Shengda in Shanghai.

The reason was simple, because in Zhao Fusheng's memory, the Chen brothers should have already founded Shengda Technology, starting a business with 500,000 yuan in capital, then getting rich by代理 a Korean game, and even becoming the richest man in China for a time.

As for the specific details, Zhao Fusheng didn't remember. He wasn't a computer; it was already rare that he could remember how the Chen brothers of Shengda got rich and became the richest man. As for other details, Zhao Fusheng had no idea.

Tan Kaixuan knew nothing about this. After all, Zhao Fusheng himself wasn't sure about it, so he just asked Tan Kaixuan to help check if the company existed.

In the afternoon, Wang Zhen returned to the dorm. Taking the opportunity when they went to the bathroom to wash clothes, Wang Zhen said to Zhao Fusheng, "I've already looked at the house, five hundred yuan for half a year."

Zhao Fusheng nodded. At that time, housing prices in Ninghai were very low, so a rent of five hundred yuan for half a year might seem surprising to others, but at this time, it was quite a high price.

"Two bedrooms and one living room, not small either," Wang Zhen added. "But I haven't told Chenxi yet that she's going to be your assistant. You'll have to talk to her about that yourself."

He didn't dare to say it, afraid that Dong Chenxi would refuse out of pride.

Zhao Fusheng rolled his eyes, speechless at his irresponsible behavior, and waved his hand: "Alright, alright, I'll find a chance to meet her myself. You first have her contact Qin Wentao to go through the onboarding procedures."

Dong Chenxi was now a senior. The school naturally wanted these seniors to find jobs as soon as possible to improve the school's employment rate. Especially for someone like Dong Chenxi, who had some trouble on her record, even if Zhao Fusheng didn't say it, Wang Zhen figured that as long as Dong Chenxi told her advisor about finding a job, the school would definitely let her go.

"By the way, what exactly are you doing with that website?" Wang Zhen asked curiously. He didn't quite understand Zhao Fusheng's idea. After all, logically, since Zhao Fusheng was doing well with advertising planning and had a stable job, why would he bother with something like a webpage?

Zhao Fusheng shrugged: "Nothing much, just an interest. Keep the computer at your place, take good care of the server, and it'll be convenient for you to play games or something."

As he spoke, he winked and chuckled: "Remember, when watching movies, be careful, don't let things get out of hand."

Wang Zhen was stunned for a moment, and only reacted after Zhao Fusheng had walked away, with a strange expression.

Back in the dorm, the two didn't say much. Although they were friends, since Zhao Fusheng asked for confidentiality, Wang Zhen certainly wouldn't casually tell others.

The social atmosphere at that time was still quite good; people hadn't been polluted by certain things from later generations.

The most obvious example: even in movies, people would say: "If you have principles, you have nothing to fear."

But in the last days of Zhao Fusheng's previous life, many people said: "If you have no bottom line, you have nothing to fear."

In movies, even the mob boss would say: "In terms of morality, we absolutely respect friends who keep their word, and never tolerate those who betray friends."

But later, the jokes we heard in movies were: "A thousand gold in friendship is no match for four taels of chest."

They say we must grasp both material civilization and spiritual civilization, and both must be strong. Our material wealth is increasing, but our spirit is becoming emptier.

Zhao Fusheng still remembered that year when he lost money in business and went to Wang Zhen, staying at his home for two or three months. In the end, Wang Zhen's girlfriend couldn't stand it and broke up with him. Wang Zhen waved his hand: "It's my own bad luck, it has nothing to do with you."

More than ten years later, Zhao Fusheng saw a news story online about a young man whose good friend died for him, but the man tried every way to exonerate himself, saying the friend was short-lived. Even to protect himself, he refused to say a word of justice for his friend for three hundred days.

In his previous life, Zhao Fusheng sometimes really wanted to stand in front of certain people and shout loudly: "You are all trash. I don't mean some of you, but all of you are trash."

But he didn't dare. He was just an ordinary person, just an office worker working nine to five, not even sure if he could keep his own job. How could he dare to spout nonsense and stand on the moral high ground to accuse others?

Even after returning to the present, Zhao Fusheng still didn't dare to do too much. The consequence of being the only sober person among a crowd of drunks was only one: being knocked down by the drunks.

So even though he knew some things would definitely happen, Zhao Fusheng still didn't dare to say anything. He could only do his best to take care of the people around him.

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The next day, Zhao Fusheng originally planned to have Wang Zhen accompany him to see the house and also meet Dong Chenxi to clarify things. But his mother called him back with a single phone call.

Coincidentally, he also had things to discuss with his mother. He went to the studio, and when he came out, there was an extra fifty thousand yuan in cash in his backpack.

Since he had promised to invest the money Zhu Yushi gave him into the advertising company, he certainly meant what he said. He gave the check to Zheng Yao, and in return, Zheng Yao gave him a hundred thousand yuan.

He kept half of that money for himself and planned to give the rest to his parents.

The supermarket would definitely need a lot of money. Although his parents had never said anything to him, Zhao Fusheng still wanted to help the family as much as he could.

Of course, this was on the premise that his parents didn't notice anything unusual.

After all, an ordinary son suddenly earning millions in advertising planning fees was undoubtedly a hard thing for his honest, simple parents to accept after half a lifetime.

In short, Zhao Fusheng didn't want to scare his mom and dad.

When he got home, as soon as he entered, Zhao Fusheng saw Fan Beibei sitting upright on the sofa watching cartoons. Seeing that it was him, the little girl glanced at him first, then snorted. Instead of pouncing on him as usual, she turned her head away, snorted again, and ignored him.

Blinking, Zhao Fusheng looked bewildered, then turned to Li Yuan sitting there: "Auntie, what's wrong with her?"

Li Yuan covered her mouth and laughed, shaking her head: "Who knows, maybe she's hungry."

"Beibei is not a little kid, don't fool me with food!" Fan Beibei turned around and glared at her mother.

Li Yuan nodded: "Got it. So does Beibei want juice or grapes?"

"Um..." The little girl bit her finger, hesitated, and finally made up her mind: "Juice!"

"Pfft!"

This time, even Zhao Fusheng couldn't help laughing. And she says she's not a little kid.