Chapter 0186: The Youth and Performance Art

To some extent, blocking someone's path to wealth is like killing their parents.

Zhao Fusheng knew very well why Qin Wentao had dragged him into this—it was simply because he felt that relying on his own strength alone to bring down Li Jianguo was too difficult, and most importantly, he had ulterior motives, thinking that by doing so, he wouldn't attract Li Jianguo's attention.

In fact, Zhao Fusheng didn't mind being the knife Qin Wentao used to kill someone else, because on this matter, he truly had no intention of tolerating Li Jianguo.

Every day, tragedies we know nothing about occur in this world, while those we can see slowly disappear. People keep adding fuel to the fire, fearing that once some truths are buried layer by layer, they will truly vanish.

Whether Li Jianguo did this for money or for lust, he was using the name of Future Advertising, leveraging the company's reputation for his own gain. This was something Zhao Fusheng could not tolerate.

He remembered when the last memorable former AC Milan player, Kaká, retired, everyone was reminiscing about the Kaká who was still playing in the youth team in São Paulo, Brazil. A few years later, he became the legendary wind-chasing youth, the miracle favored by the gods. He was like a gentle breeze on a clear day, not revealing his full form, yet turning into a blade that swept past the enemy's neck. The rhythm was clearly fast, yet it gave an illusion of calm. Few played so handsomely, and so people also felt that few looked so handsome.

People are always like this, accustomed to making associations, and also accustomed to linking two unrelated things together.

Zhao Fusheng didn't want the day to come when someone associated Li Jianguo's actions with the name Future Advertising. When a company becomes synonymous with under-the-table rules, it means that company's days are numbered.

Even if Li Jianguo's actions were merely his personal behavior, in the eyes of some within or outside the industry, he represented the entire Future Advertising.

Zheng Yao also saw this clearly before making the decisive move, even though Li Jianguo was someone she had gone to great lengths to recruit.

Putting down the phone, Zhao Fusheng didn't go back to the practice room. Since the matter was resolved, dwelling on it was meaningless. Instead, he might as well go back and think about how to write a good copywriting proposal.

Just thinking about it gave Zhao Fusheng a headache. After all, he had essentially added some cinematic elements to the original Ericsson mobile phone advertisement, and presenting it flawlessly was indeed quite laborious.

"Forget it, who told me to ask for trouble?" Shaking his head helplessly, Zhao Fusheng muttered to himself and walked toward the dormitory.

Back in the dormitory, Wen Yu and Tan Kaixuan were watching a porn film, with Shi Nan and another person beside them. On the computer, the beautiful Teacher Yano was posing seductively, making various moves, occasionally drawing exclamations from the two.

Ever since Zhao Fusheng gave them a few small websites one day, these guys would focus intently on the computer whenever they had free time. As Tan Kaixuan put it, if they had had this patience during senior year, they probably would have gotten into Tsinghua or Peking University.

"Hey, you guys, are you addicted?"

Zhao Fusheng said helplessly to the few of them.

"Look at you, you just don't get it. We're appreciating, appreciating performance art," Tan Kaixuan turned around and glared at Zhao Fusheng.

Zhao Fusheng was speechless. People's imaginations were still limited back then; all the illusory futures were set in 2008, and the story of Princess Altacha and the human cannon was playing out on black-and-white televisions. Time passed like a white horse fleeting past a crack, urgent like the decree of the Old Lord. In the blink of an eye, yesterday's fantasies remained distant, while the story had turned a new page. Following the thread of time, the footsteps that kept moving forward gradually forgot to look around.

The young people gathered in front of the computer watching Teacher Yano probably didn't know that in another eight years, she would pass away.

And replacing her would be Teacher Mutō, Teacher Cang, Teacher Ozawa, Teacher Hatano, and many other beautiful women from the land of霓虹 (Japan).

"Do you want to take a look?" Wen Yu looked up and said to Zhao Fusheng.

Zhao Fusheng rolled his eyes. "Not interested. I want to read."

"What's there to read? Keep reading and you'll turn into a bookworm," Tan Kaixuan said with a grin.

"Reading is a form of thinking and cognition. Though it may not directly bring you wealth, it can help you better understand the world and enrich your mind. Knowledge changes destiny; it can alter your perception of the world and help you make decisions anew. If a young man doesn't work hard, he will regret it when old. Come on, repeat after me..."

The entire dorm fell silent, except for Zhao Fusheng's rapid-fire muttering and the 'responses' from Teacher Iijima coming through the computer speakers.

"Iku, iku, yamete..."

Zhao Fusheng felt utterly defeated, so he simply pulled the covers over his head and went to sleep.

"Tch, putting on airs!"

Tan Kaixuan ribbed Zhao Fusheng and then said directly, "Come on, let's ignore him and keep watching. That guy's just a secret pervert."

Zhao Fusheng took a deep breath, glanced at Tan Kaixuan, and said flatly, "I'm not like you, jerking off all the time. Haven't you heard a poem?"

"Huh?"

They all exchanged bewildered looks, clearly having no idea what Zhao Fusheng was talking about. Tan Kaixuan's intuition told him that whatever Zhao Fusheng was about to say wouldn't be anything good.

He was about to tell everyone not to ask, but quick-mouthed Shi Nan had already blurted out, "What poem?"

"In youth, unaware that sperm is precious; in old age, staring at the X, tears flow in vain..." Zhao Fusheng said calmly, then deliberately glanced at Tan Kaixuan.

Seeing everyone's gaze follow Zhao Fusheng's to him, Tan Kaixuan panicked: "What are you looking at? I don't jerk off. I have a girlfriend. Haha, don't get the wrong idea..."

"We're not getting the wrong idea," Shi Nan said seriously.

"Right, right, none of us are getting the wrong idea," Wen Yu added, stifling a laugh.

Tan Kaixuan suddenly felt that provoking Zhao Fusheng had been a mistake. The guy's venomous tongue had now reached a level on par with his own.

Having roasted Tan Kaixuan, Zhao Fusheng felt refreshed. It suddenly occurred to him that he hadn't checked on the wo123 navigation website in a long time.

With that thought, he sat up and asked Tan Kaixuan, "Where's Wang Zhen?"

"No idea. Seems like he went back to the rented place. He's been busy lately too. What's up? You need him for something?" Tan Kaixuan said.

Zhao Fusheng nodded. "Got it. I'll go find him."

With that, he put on his clothes and left the dorm directly.

Tan Kaixuan shook his head, baffled by Zhao Fusheng's behavior, then lowered his head and continued watching the movie.