Chapter 0178: A Small Dispute

The so-called tragedy is to pour all one's heart and soul into shaping a perfect, lovable thing, and then throw it into a puddle, trample it flat, and ruthlessly ravage it.

Zhao Fusheng didn't want his life to become a tragedy, so he worked hard to live well, quietly sheathed his锋芒, and silently focused on developing the tech tree.

Returning to the dormitory, Wen Yu and Wang Zhen were already back. Glancing at Wen Yu, Zhao Fusheng said, "Where's Han Meimei?"

"Back in her dorm," Wen Yu replied. His face was covered with several band-aids; after all, he had been besieged by a group and beaten quite badly.

"Can she still stay in that dorm?" Tan Kaixuan interjected. If he remembered correctly, Han Meimei's current state had a lot to do with her roommates.

"This guy slapped two girls and told them to find the counselor to switch dorms..." Wang Zhen said with a laugh.

Pfft!

Zhao Fusheng and Tan Kaixuan were instantly floored. Wen Yu seemed truly enraged; usually known in class as a chivalrous protector of ladies, always amiable to every girl, he had actually resorted to violence.

A bit embarrassed by their reaction, Wen Yu smiled bitterly: "Stop messing around. I was furious too. If I hadn't happened to pass by today, and if Shi Nan hadn't alerted me in time, what do you think would have happened?"

The others fell silent. As Wen Yu said, if not for a series of coincidences, Han Meimei would have been utterly ruined today.

A girl encountering such an incident would likely find it hard to muster the courage to go on living. After all, not everyone has the nerve of those in Japan.

"Alright, don't overthink it. She's been through a huge shock and must be feeling terrible. If you have time, spend more time with her," Zhao Fusheng said to Wen Yu after a moment's thought.

Wen Yu nodded. Even if Zhao Fusheng hadn't said it, he would have done it anyway.

"About today..." Wen Yu hesitated, looking up at his roommates. To be honest, if Zhao Fusheng and the others hadn't arrived, he might have ended up in trouble himself.

"Get lost! Don't be so polite with us!" Wang Zhen cursed with a smile.

"Yeah, are you sick? Being polite with us? Come on, wash my feet for me..." Tan Kaixuan, the most shameless, said while pretending to take off his slippers.

"Get lost!"

What greeted him were three raised middle fingers.

That guy had athlete's foot, especially in summer; the smell was simply atrocious. The others always forced him to wash his feet outside before letting him into the room.

Now it was autumn, and they had just run a long way outside. Having Wen Yu wash his feet would be no different from murder.

Zhao Fusheng smiled and said to Wen Yu, "Don't overthink it. Qin Wentao did it purely for my sake, and his roommate did it for his sake. But that Shi Nan is a good guy; you can get to know him when you have time. Tonight, Lao Tan, you take the lead and invite everyone from their dorm to dinner."

After all, they had helped in a fight; some gratitude was necessary.

Young people—this kind of thing was common, and a barbecue would settle it.

Usually in the north, especially in the Northeast, there's nothing that a barbecue and two cases of beer can't solve. If there is, then two barbecues and four cases of beer.

"Okay, got it." Tan Kaixuan nodded first, then looked at Zhao Fusheng strangely: "You're not coming?"

Zhao Fusheng glared at him: "Teacher Zheng took on a big job—a mobile phone ad. I assigned tasks to Old Wang's Chenxi senior, and I have to work overtime on the planning."

The others nodded and didn't ask further. Everyone knew that on the surface, Zhao Fusheng was just an ordinary member of Future Advertising, but in reality, he was the soul of the company's creative department.

Turning and leaving the dorm, Zhao Fusheng took his materials and headed to the company.

Walking along the road, there weren't many students. At this hour, they were either in class or holed up in their dorms; few were out strolling.

The autumn wind was slightly chilly. Zhao Fusheng tightened his clothes and quickened his pace.

Knowledge determines the future; knowledge changes fate. Zhao Fusheng understood this well. What he had in his mind represented a fairly bright future.

More importantly, his insight and maturity came from over forty years of life experience in his previous life, but now his body was only in his early twenties. One could imagine what a wonderful future he could sketch.

This was an obvious fact. His calm and restrained personality allowed Zhao Fusheng to suppress his inner passion and maintain outward composure—something no one his age could do.

Starting this year, universities were gradually expanding enrollment, and an undergraduate degree would no longer be a term that many looked up to.

Taking a deep breath, Zhao Fusheng quickened his pace. He knew that time was running out for him.

Greeting the receptionist, he went straight upstairs.

There he saw Qin Wentao talking to the person in charge of finance.

"What's up?" Zhao Fusheng asked curiously.

"Don't even mention it. Sister Chen thinks there's no need to donate to the police station..." Qin Wentao said with a wry smile.

Sister Chen, named Chen Anping, was hired by Zheng Yao specifically to handle finances and was now the finance department manager of Future Advertising.

Zhao Fusheng frowned. He then remembered that the task he had given Qin Wentao was somewhat inappropriate. After all, Qin Wentao was only the deputy director of the creative department, one rank lower than Chen Anping in the administrative hierarchy. Getting her to listen to him would be difficult.

Chen Anping glanced at Zhao Fusheng curiously. She naturally knew who Zhao Fusheng was, but she hadn't expected that the second-in-command of the creative department would show him such respect.

Qin Wentao was still earnestly trying to persuade Chen Anping: "Sister Chen, listen to me. Donating to the police station is mainly to build a good relationship with them, since we still operate in this area..."

Chen Anping frowned: "So what? As long as we obey the law, they can't just come into the company and arrest people, can they?"

Then she looked at Zhao Fusheng: "You're a designer, why are you meddling in so much? Get to work, or I'll tell General Zheng to dock your pay."

Qin Wentao's face turned green. He thought, 'Sister, what are you doing? Usually, you rely on being in charge of finances to scold the interns, but this guy is not someone you can yell at.'

Not to mention you, even General Zheng treats him like a money god. If Zhao Fusheng really got angry, Chen Anping might have to pack her bags and leave.

Thinking that Chen Anping usually treated the students in the company fairly well, Qin Wentao coughed, intending to smooth things over for her.