Chapter 0192: Overtime

If Han Pojun was a cunning old fox, then Han Bin was at best a tiger cub baring its claws and teeth. Before he grew into a behemoth, all he could do was roar a few times under his father's wings.

Faced with the latter, Zhao Fusheng didn't need to pay much attention; faced with the former, he had to tread carefully.

Clearly, Han Bin didn't believe Zhao Fusheng's words: "Bet on what?"

Zhao Fusheng tilted his head and thought for a moment: "You name it. The stakes are up to you."

He had expected Han Bin to follow up on his words, but instead, Han Bin blinked, smiled, and said, "Forget it. I'm not a gambling man."

Huh?

Zhao Fusheng raised an eyebrow, quite surprised, not expecting this Han Bin to be smarter than he had imagined.

Before Zhao Fusheng could say anything else, he saw Han Pojun finish his phone call and walk back.

"Zhao Fusheng." Han Pojun spoke slowly, smiling. "I'll leave the next year's advertising plan for Aipu Phone to you. You decide how much to invest. Also, let me remind you, that joke I made earlier is now a suggestion."

A joke?

The one about jumping ship to his company, first as deputy minister, then becoming marketing minister upon graduation?

At that moment, Zhao Fusheng suddenly felt that he really couldn't fathom the minds of the rich.

Perhaps in one moment he could casually toss someone a bright future with a single sentence, but in the next, he could turn his hand and cast that person down from the lofty clouds to the mortal dust.

Although Zhao Fusheng was not entirely clear about the size of the Han family's company, he had gleaned some insight from certain documents in his possession. That they would so simply invite him to join the company made Zhao Fusheng suddenly feel that making money might not be such a difficult thing.

Happiness often comes suddenly, yet catches one off guard.

Originally, Zhao Fusheng thought the other party was joking; he never expected it to become real.

If he were not a reborn man, this fork in the road would undoubtedly make him hesitate, but unfortunately for Zhao Fusheng, he had a far greater goal.

After seeing the Han father and son to the hotel, Zhao Fusheng took a taxi back to the dormitory. Once inside, he began to ponder the plan he had mentioned to Han Pojun, after all, what was said verbally was one thing, but putting it down on paper was another matter entirely.

"Teacher Zheng is looking for you."

In the evening, Qin Wentao came over holding the phone. Zhao Fusheng was startled for a moment, then took the phone.

"Hello, it's me."

"Bai Jie and I will arrive in Ninghai early tomorrow morning, and Huazi and Zhou Feifei will be on the same flight." Zheng Yao's first words did not surprise Zhao Fusheng; this had been arranged beforehand.

"Got it. I'll arrange for someone to pick you up." Zhao Fusheng thought for a moment and said to Zheng Yao, "Also, tell Sister Hua that because the promotional plan needs to be changed, the endorsement matter might also need some adjustments."

"What do you mean?" Zheng Yao, holding the phone, stood up directly at the airport.

Zhao Fusheng smiled: "It's like this. I just had a talk with Chairman Han, and he decided to entrust us with the advertising planning for the next year of Aipu phones!"

"Really?"

Zheng Yao's voice on the phone instantly rose several decibels. Zhao Fusheng could even imagine that at this moment, General Manager Zheng was like a madman, her face full of disbelief.

After all, for Future Advertising, if they could land such a big deal, they might really soar to new heights.

Zhao Fusheng laughed: "Of course it's true. You can talk to Han Bin about it later. I'll give you the specific plan tomorrow when you arrive."

"No problem. I'll call Dong Chenxi now. The company will fully cooperate with you," Zheng Yao said seriously.

Returning the phone to Qin Wentao, Zhao Fusheng saw him nodding continuously into the receiver. When he hung up, Qin Wentao looked at Zhao Fusheng helplessly: "Brother, couldn't you have waited a bit before telling General Zheng?"

"What's wrong?"

Seeing his expression, Zhao Fusheng looked confused.

Qin Wentao chuckled: "Nothing. Get dressed."

"What for?" Zhao Fusheng was even more puzzled.

Qin Wentao shrugged: "General Zheng said we're working overtime tonight. She told me to take you to a hotel so you can write the proposal overnight. Oh, don't worry, I'll call Dong Chenxi now. She'll be here soon."

At that moment, Zhao Fusheng suddenly felt a sense of self-inflicted misery. How could he have forgotten that Zheng Yao was a workaholic?

An hour later, Zhao Fusheng looked helplessly at Dong Chenxi and Wang Zhen behind her, along with a few other classmates who were also intern designers at the company.

"It's the middle of the night! Do you even let people sleep?" Wang Zhen sat unceremoniously on the bed, glaring at Zhao Fusheng and huffing.

Any man, when about to be intimate with his girlfriend but gets a call that she has to work overtime, wouldn't be in a good mood. The worst part was that the order came from his own good buddy.

Zhao Fusheng sighed helplessly: "You think I wanted to come out? It was all Teacher Zheng. Wang Zhen, if you've got the guts, call her now. I'll pay for the call."

Wang Zhen's expression changed, and he instantly put on a smile: "Well, Chenxi, do you need anything? I can help..."

Zhao Fusheng scorned Wang Zhen's lack of integrity and couldn't be bothered to mock him. He said, "Senior, take two people and compile a list of domestic undergraduate institutions. Oh, you know that book used for college entrance exam applications? Just look it up there."

Dong Chenxi nodded: "What exactly do we need?"

"School addresses and contact numbers," Zhao Fusheng instructed. "Also, make a budget and find out how much it would cost to organize a campus-wide student activity at a school."

Dong Chenxi frowned but nodded in agreement. As an assistant, she didn't need to question her boss's orders; she just had to follow them.

Zhao Fusheng then looked at Qin Wentao: "Wentao, go get me all the materials on Aipu phones from the company. I need to rewrite the proposal."

Qin Wentao nodded: "Don't worry, I'm on it."

"Then what do I do?" Wang Zhen sat there at a loss, since everyone had something to do except him.

Zhao Fusheng glanced at him and said irritably: "You come, I don't pick you up; you leave, wind and rain, whether I see you off or not, don't you have a clue?"

At that moment, Wang Zhen felt the whole world's malice toward him.