Chapter 0193: You Are Heartless, You Are Cold

In this world, nothing ever comes easy. To gain, you must give—that is inevitable. Sometimes, even giving may not yield returns, but if you don't give, you will never get anything in return.

Unless you are a reincarnation expert, accidentally born into the family of a certain internet tycoon surnamed Ma, or a real estate mogul surnamed Wang, in which case the position of disciplinary inspection official in the entertainment industry would change hands.

After a busy night, Zhao Fusheng didn't even have time to sleep. He sent Dong Chenxi and the others back to rest, while Qin Wentao went to the airport to pick up Zheng Yao and Bai Jie.

Zhao Fusheng originally wanted to go back to the dormitory to rest, but just as he reached the dormitory building, he received a pager message.

Looking at the address on it, Zhao Fusheng frowned, turned around, and walked out of the school.

Arriving at the school gate, Zhao Fusheng stopped, scanned the surroundings, and spotted the beautiful woman who was bound to attract attention. He walked straight over to stand opposite her, causing countless passersby to sigh in regret.

"Good morning, Mr. Zhao." Wang Meiyu was slightly surprised, because Zhao Fusheng looked a bit different today.

She smiled at Zhao Fusheng and said, "I just arrived in Ninghai this morning. It's not too late—would you like to have breakfast with me?"

Zhao Fusheng did not refuse. He nodded and said, "Alright, let me treat you to the cafeteria."

Wang Meiyu paused, then smiled lightly. "A guest does as the host does."

The two walked side by side to the cafeteria in District Four. Zhao Fusheng ordered a bowl of porridge and two steamed buns, then looked at Wang Meiyu. "What would you like to eat?"

Wang Meiyu blinked. "Just porridge is fine."

Zhao Fusheng didn't stand on ceremony. After ordering, they sat down at a table.

"Sorry, I didn't sleep all night, so I'm a bit hungry." Devouring a steamed bun ravenously, Zhao Fusheng drank most of the porridge before speaking to Wang Meiyu with satisfaction.

"It seems you've been very busy lately, Fusheng." Wang Meiyu smiled, but inwardly she was puzzled. She had thought that Zhao Fusheng would be happy to see her this time, but clearly, he showed no sign of any reaction when he saw her.

In fact, Wang Meiyu felt that if she previously had a fifty percent chance of poaching him, now she didn't even have one percent.

Zhao Fusheng nodded silently and said nothing more, leaving Wang Meiyu, who had wasted her enthusiasm, feeling somewhat awkward. A stunning woman sitting across from a cold, indifferent man—what kind of melodrama was this?

In a place like the cafeteria, people came and went, mostly students. Wang Meiyu was quite a beautiful woman, and many people looked at her and Zhao Fusheng, some whispering, others pointing. This made even Wang Meiyu feel uncomfortable.

Her face flushed like a ripe apple. Wang Meiyu took a deep breath to compose herself, put on a professional smile, and said seriously, "The conditions Perfect Advertising has offered this time are truly unexpected. As long as you're willing, the position of deputy director of the Creative Department is yours. Additionally, they'll buy you a house in Beijing, a car, and guarantee an annual salary of five hundred thousand. As for when you start, you can sign the contract anytime you're ready."

Zhao Fusheng listened silently, saying nothing, his face expressionless as he continued eating his breakfast.

Seeing his reaction, Wang Meiyu frowned and asked curiously, "What, are you not satisfied?"

Zhao Fusheng shook his head. "An annual salary of five hundred thousand, a house and a car, and in Beijing, for a junior like me..."

He laughed to himself. "Logically, I should be very happy."

Wang Meiyu breathed a sigh of relief. She felt that Zhao Fusheng was tempted. Gazing deeply at him, she said slowly, "You can rest assured. If you have any requirements regarding salary, I can help convey them. As a headhunting firm, we don't just focus on your job; we hope to help you start a new life..."

From Zhao Fusheng's words just now, Wang Meiyu detected a different tone. In her eyes, although this young man was more mature than his peers, he was still a young man. Coming from an ordinary lower-middle-class family, once given the chance to change his fate, he would naturally be shocked, and after the shock, he would want to get more benefits.

But before Wang Meiyu could finish her speech, Zhao Fusheng stood up, looking down at her, and said calmly, "Sorry for wasting your time. I came to see you today because I want you to convey a message to Perfect Advertising and all those advertising companies trying to poach me."

"What?"

Wang Meiyu was a bit baffled. She could sense that Zhao Fusheng's attitude was very firm, not like he was bargaining, but clearly determined.

"What I want, they can't give." Zhao Fusheng glanced at Wang Meiyu and chuckled. "And neither can you."

With that, Zhao Fusheng strode out of the cafeteria, leaving behind a woman who looked stunned, as if she had just heard the most absurd joke in the world.

"Madman! An absolute madman!"

Wang Meiyu sat there, unable to understand what Zhao Fusheng had to be proud of. The conditions Perfect Advertising had offered were already extremely generous.

In other words, with the same conditions, she could approach other established planners. If it weren't for the industry rumor that Future Advertising had secured the next quarter's advertising campaign for Aipu phones, she wouldn't have come running a second time like a madwoman.

But now, she had been ruthlessly rejected?

Thinking of this, Wang Meiyu felt herself in a state of agitation.

Of course, Zhao Fusheng didn't know that his attitude had deeply wounded a beautiful woman. To him, Wang Meiyu was just a stranger. Not everyone in the world loses their head at the sight of a pretty woman. Although men are all the same—from childhood to adulthood, they only like beautiful women—there are too many beautiful women; you can't just want to possess every one you see.

Moreover, Zhao Fusheng had always been cautious about windfalls.

Back in the dormitory, Zhao Fusheng tossed the planning documents onto the bed and said to the puzzled Tan Kaixuan, "I'll sleep for an hour. Wake me up later."

Seeing his state, Tan Kaixuan knew he was exhausted. He knew Zhao Fusheng had gone out with Qin Wentao last night, so he nodded in agreement.

An hour later, Zhao Fusheng got up again and let out a long breath. He knew there was still a tough battle ahead today.