Chapter 0187: Robbing Money

Zhao Fusheng left the dormitory, heading for the apartment Wang Zhen had rented outside.

There were quite a few people on the streets. After National Day, most of the freshmen had integrated into university life, becoming part of the campus scenery.

Although in the city of Ninghai, the word 'fashion' was a joke in Zhao Fusheng's eyes. It was genuinely a bit difficult for a modern person accustomed to luxury brands like Dior and LV as synonyms for fashion to suddenly regard local brands like Li-Ning and Baleno as trendy.

But there was no help for it. Nowadays, throughout Ninghai and even the Northeast, aside from a few big cities, most young people chose Li-Ning and Baleno as their first pick for clothing. Occasionally, someone wearing Adidas or Nike was practically a tycoon among students.

It would be three to five years before stores like Bonwe or Xtep appeared on the streets. In his previous life, Zhao Fusheng remembered clearly that it wasn't until after graduation that he learned underwear could cost tens or even hundreds of yuan a pair.

Poverty limits one's imagination—that saying was absolutely right.

Occasionally meeting familiar classmates on the road, Zhao Fusheng would smile and greet them. He had been in a good mood lately, so smiles were frequent on his face.

Buzz, buzz, buzz!

The pager at his waist went off. Glancing at the number, Zhao Fusheng frowned slightly. He found a phone booth, took out his phone card, and dialed.

'Hey, Master Planner Zhao, can't you buy a phone?' Han Bin's voice came through the receiver, tinged with helplessness. Zhao Fusheng's biggest problem was that he didn't have a phone; to reach him, you could only page him.

'Is something up?' Zhao Fusheng had a fairly good impression of this advertiser. At the very least, Han Bin was honest. Compared to typical rich second-generation kids, perhaps because he had started a business with his father, he lacked that playboy air.

'My dad wants to see you. He's flying to Binzhou tomorrow, then heading to Ninghai. He seems to have other ideas about your plan...' Han Bin didn't beat around the bush and stated his purpose directly.

Zhao Fusheng was startled for a moment, then laughed: 'Okay, got it.'

Hanging up, Zhao Fusheng shook his head and dialed Zheng Yao's cell phone.

'What's happened now?' Zheng Yao asked in surprise. She rarely got two calls from Zhao Fusheng in one day; the guy usually never came without a reason.

'Something's come up. You need to coordinate with Wang Jinghua...' Zhao Fusheng then told Zheng Yao about the advertiser coming to Ninghai. Finally, he said, 'If convenient, why not invite Huazi's side over too, and we'll sit down and discuss this.'

Zheng Yao agreed while growing more confused. This matter seemed to be veering off track. It was just an ad campaign, yet Han Bin's father was personally coming to Ninghai to see Zhao Fusheng.

Hanging up, Zheng Yao called Wang Jinghua and Yue Yiling respectively.

Both sides were surprised by the news, but the advertiser was the boss, the breadwinner. Since that mysterious boss was coming to Ninghai to see Zhao Fusheng, they might as well meet this mysterious designer too.

It was a fine, sunny day—perfect for shopping. Zhao Fusheng hung up the phone, weighing the phone card in his hand as if he had just done something trivial.

The butterfly effect was a term Zhao Fusheng often encountered while reading, much like the so-called unspoken rules in the entertainment industry. Authors repeatedly mentioned that the basic principle of the butterfly effect was chaos theory. Back then, Zhao Fusheng, still a middle-aged man with proper values, thought he might never experience such a thing. But after his rebirth, he found he was gradually understanding this theory.

The outcome of a development is extremely sensitive to initial conditions; a tiny deviation in initial conditions can lead to huge changes and differences in the result.

When he first wrote this plan, Zhao Fusheng probably didn't expect anything else to come of it. But now it seemed someone was very interested in it.

Regardless, since Han Bin's father wanted to see him, it wasn't a bad thing.

With this mindset, Zhao Fusheng arrived at the place Wang Zhen and Dong Chenxi had rented. Knocking on the door, Wang Zhen saw him and wasn't surprised: 'I figured you'd be coming soon.'

'Really?' Zhao Fusheng hadn't expected that and asked back.

'Come in first.'

Wang Zhen let Zhao Fusheng into the house, led him into a room, and pointed at the computer and server. 'I'm really curious now—how exactly did you promote this webpage?'

'What do you mean?' Zhao Fusheng looked at Wang Zhen, confused.

Wang Zhen pointed at the computer: 'See for yourself.'

Curious, Zhao Fusheng went to the computer and opened the backend of the wo123 navigation page. He was stunned.

The traffic on the wo123 page had multiplied dozens of times compared to when he first started it. And judging by the recent page views, it seemed to be still rising.

'Let me tell you, I really regret agreeing to help you take care of this site now. I spend about six or seven hours a day checking and updating links. But there are too many links; I can't check them all every day. I'm always worried some site might have illegal links—if something goes wrong, it'll be trouble.' Wang Zhen said to Zhao Fusheng with a wry smile.

Zhao Fusheng nodded. He knew Wang Zhen wasn't joking. This matter had already exceeded his expectations.

Thinking about it, Zhao Fusheng paused and asked Wang Zhen, 'Has anyone contacted you?'

This question was crucial. For a website to make money, it either develops its own products or relies on ads. For a navigation page like wo123, without advertising revenue, people would lose enthusiasm before long.

Wang Zhen nodded: 'Actually, some people have contacted me wanting to place ads on the page. The money varies—some offer a few hundred, some over a thousand.'

He looked at Zhao Fusheng: 'So, what are you planning?'

Zhao Fusheng smiled: 'What plans? Agree to them. Ads are fine, but charge by the day. Let them name their price per day. If it's less than five hundred, don't bother.'

Then he said seriously to Wang Zhen: 'And tell them we only accept five ads, with a one-month term.'

Wang Zhen was dumbfounded, staring at Zhao Fusheng: 'You, isn't this just robbing money?'

Zhao Fusheng grinned. At that moment, he was reminded of the terrifying days dominated by 'Tank Blue Moon.'