Chapter 1208: Drama Queen

In Zhao Fusheng's impression, girls from poor families who arrived in big cities generally exhibited two types of behavior.

One type became self-reliant, strong-willed, and particularly stubborn; even when wronged or bullied, they would grit their teeth, stiffen their spines, and endure humiliation, all for the sake of rising above. The other type lost themselves amid the dazzling lights and wine, even trading their bodies for money.

Whether in his past life or this one, Zhao Fusheng actually understood this choice well.

At different stages of life, people's cravings for material comfort vary. With different thoughts and circumstances, their actions naturally differ.

But one thing was certain: no matter what choices fate arranged, no matter how difficult the process of choosing, and regardless of whether the final outcome was right or wrong, the person who ultimately bore the consequences could only be oneself.

For Zhao Fusheng, this woman named Zhang Min, who shared her name with a Hong Kong actress, was merely an interesting person he had encountered by chance.

To be fair, being able to remain unflustered by praise or criticism, greeting customers with a smile regardless of whether they had already purchased her product—such a salesperson was not bad.

That was why Zhao Fusheng had accepted her business card.

A hero is not judged by his origins. In Zhao Fusheng's view, no matter what the other person had done before, as long as they had ability, giving them a helping hand was no big deal.

"Interested in changing careers?" Zhao Fusheng smiled and asked her after pocketing Zhang Min's business card.

Zhang Min was startled, somewhat surprised. She had originally worked in sales at a textile factory, but when the factory's performance declined, she was forced to lay off. She had set up stalls, sold snacks, sold toys, and finally, after much thought, decided to return to her old trade and continue in sales.

Being in sales naturally meant facing competition—Zhang Min had known that all along. But she hadn't expected the field to involve so much nuance. She had merely thought the little girl was very cute and had said a few extra words, only to be ridiculed by her colleagues.

But what surprised her even more was that the boss who had bought a house at the neighboring sales office not only accepted her business card but also asked if she was interested in changing careers.

"You are?" Zhang Min asked Zhao Fusheng cautiously.

She didn't suspect he was a fraud. To be honest, given his demeanor and bearing, she had nothing worth his deception.

"Let her try at the advertising company," Zhao Fusheng said to Zhang Qian with a smile.

The advertising alliance at Future Advertising had been formally established and was in urgent need of personnel. In Zhao Fusheng's view, this Zhang Min had great potential for advertising sales.

Zhang Qian nodded, naturally understanding Zhao Fusheng's intent. He walked over, took out his business card, and began conversing with Zhang Min.

Zhao Fusheng didn't say anything more and left the sales center with the Fan sisters.

Soon, Zhang Qian also got into the car and said to Zhao Fusheng, "It's all arranged. She'll come to the company tomorrow."

Zhao Fusheng nodded and said nothing further.

"You think she's good?" Fan Bao asked Zhao Fusheng curiously. She was a bit intrigued as to why he had suddenly taken an interest in a car salesperson.

Of course, in her mind, it was purely out of curiosity. After all, Zhang Min was not young; she was clearly married with a family, and her child might even be old enough to fetch soy sauce. There was no question of coveting her beauty or anything like that.

"Quite clever," Zhao Fusheng said with a smile, explaining to Fan Bao, "People like that are more suited for sales."

Fan Bao was taken aback for a moment, then nodded in agreement.

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……

Early the next morning, Fan Bao, along with Yang Panpan, Fan Beibei, and Zhang Qian, headed straight for the sales office with the check.

With Zhang Qian around, there was no need to worry about safety.

Meanwhile, Zhao Fusheng stayed home because he felt that Mr. Li might contact him.

In fact, his guess was right on the mark.

At that very moment, Mr. Li was gripping his phone with a dark expression.

"Are you really sure?" Mr. Li's face was grim, and his hand holding the phone even trembled slightly.

"Sir, that's what he said," Sun Qian replied with a wry smile.

"Hah, interesting," Mr. Li suddenly said with a laugh after a long pause.

He really hadn't expected Zhao Fusheng to take such a tough stance.

Not only had he returned the principal, but he had also transferred the dividends over, making his intention clear: he truly didn't want to cooperate anymore.

To be fair, Mr. Li was very satisfied with this partner.

His goal was to launder the funds in his hands and secure a way out for his son and family. To that end, he had even killed many of his long-time trusted subordinates just to monopolize the money.

But now, the other party was no longer playing along.

"Sir, maybe I could have A-Jie take some people…" Sun Qian hesitated, then tentatively suggested to Mr. Li.

Her idea was that since this Zhao refused a toast only to be forced to drink a forfeit, she would have A-Jie lead a team to secretly kidnap Zhao Fusheng or someone close to him, forcing him to comply.

"Idiot!"

Mr. Li barked without mercy. "Even if you could succeed, do you think someone like that is someone you can just mess with?"

He felt deeply frustrated. His subordinates were all brainless, thinking only of fighting and killing, completely oblivious to future considerations.

Take Sun Qian, for example. She didn't stop to think: even if they forced Zhao Fusheng to comply, would he let it go easily?

Making an enemy of a billionaire—Mr. Li couldn't see that as worthwhile, especially since he was now trying to clean up his act and start anew, not fight for territory or goods. There was no need for violence.

"Then what do we do?" Sun Qian asked hesitantly. "Sir, I've done my best. You can ask A-Jie. I was practically stripping in front of him, but that Zhao was impervious to all arguments and wouldn't listen."

She was clearly complaining, afraid that Mr. Li would blame her for failing the task.

Mr. Li pondered for a moment. In fact, Chen Shijie had also called him, and his account matched Sun Qian's. Chen Shijie had even admitted that the fault wasn't Sun Qian's; Zhao Fusheng was a big-time businessman who wouldn't care about a cheap floozy.

"Alright, I'll think it over," Mr. Li said after a moment of silence to Sun Qian.

Sun Qian let out a long breath. Only after hanging up did a smile finally appear on her lips.

She had gotten away with it!

That's right—from start to finish, Sun Qian had been putting on an act.

She wasn't an idiot. Being in the capital, how could she not understand that a billionaire like Zhao Fusheng, with assets over a billion yuan, wasn't someone she could just move against with a few men? Not to mention Zhao Fusheng's terrifying bodyguard, who was rumored to have killed before, but his very status meant that kidnapping him would be like slapping the Chinese police in the face.

She'd probably be sanctioned by the so-called relevant authorities before she even left the capital.

So Sun Qian had deliberately said what she did.

Her goal was simple: to make Mr. Li think she was stupid and then consider coming to the capital to meet Zhao Fusheng in person.

The reason was simple: Sun Qian didn't want to be the scapegoat anymore.

She could see clearly now that Mr. Li was set on cooperating with Future Investment and was even willing to lower his stance. If she continued to play the messenger, and the higher-ups were dissatisfied, she would be the one to suffer.

After all, Mr. Li had always been ruthless. If he thought she had offended Zhao Fusheng and offered her as a gift to him, that would be trouble.

So it was better to act stupid and make Mr. Li ignore her, at least ensuring her own safety.

Walking out of her office, Sun Qian gave a few instructions to her subordinates, then frowned. "Where's A-Jie?"

"He went out with James and the others," someone immediately reported Chen Shijie's whereabouts to Sun Qian.

"Good. Keep an eye on him," Sun Qian said, frowning as she nodded.

For some reason, perhaps due to Mr. Li's instructions or a woman's intuition, Sun Qian always felt that A-Jie was not as simple as he appeared.

"I hope it's just my imagination," Sun Qian thought to herself. After all, her impression of A-Jie was actually quite good.