Chapter 0205: Happy Cooperation

To be honest, even Zheng Yao hadn't expected that the negotiation with Zhou Feifei would go so smoothly. After Wang Jinghua expressed her stance, Zhou Feifei raised no objections and directly agreed to sign the contract.

Watching Zhou Feifei sign the contract she had brought, Zheng Yao smiled and said to Zhou Feifei, "There were some misunderstandings before. I hope we can cooperate happily from now on."

Zhou Feifei glanced at Zheng Yao in surprise. She clearly remembered that just a few days ago, this CEO Zheng had looked displeased when seeing her. How could her attitude have done a complete one-eighty in less than half a month?

"Sister Hua, I'll notify you of the specific filming schedule after I've made the plan," Zhao Fusheng said to Wang Jinghua.

Wang Jinghua nodded. "I understand. I'll also coordinate the schedules for Huazai and Feifei."

Liu Dehua's domestic经纪合约 was now under her charge, and Zhou Feifei was an artist under her banner, so Wang Jinghua naturally felt responsible.

Zhao Fusheng smiled, looked at Zhou Feifei, and said seriously, "Miss Zhou, there's a truth in this world. Although others may not respect you when you respect them, when others respect you, you should try to respect them as much as possible. But no matter what, we should respect ourselves. What do you think?"

Zhou Feifei remained silent. She naturally knew what Zhao Fusheng meant, but the others found it strange, not understanding his implication. Could it be that he was dissatisfied with some of Zhou Feifei's previous rumors?

"Fusheng, don't misunderstand. Feifei's previous news..." Wang Jinghua quickly tried to explain for Zhou Feifei.

"Sister Hua, it's okay." Zhou Feifei suddenly looked up, glanced at Zhao Fusheng, and said softly, "Thank you."

Zhao Fusheng nodded. "You're welcome."

Then he pulled the still dazed Zheng Yao, and the two walked out side by side.

Leaving behind a bewildered Wang Jinghua and Sister Chen, along with Zhou Feifei, whose expression gradually returned to calm.

"Feifei, do you two know each other?"

Watching Zhao Fusheng leave, Wang Jinghua looked at Zhou Feifei curiously. She knew this girl best. Though she appeared strong on the surface, Zhou Feifei was actually a very sentimental person at heart. But she was also someone who wouldn't easily admit defeat.

It was rare to see her so subdued after being lectured by Zhao Fusheng's few words.

Zhou Feifei shook her head. "No."

"Really?" Wang Jinghua looked at Zhou Feifei suspiciously, feeling that the girl seemed to be hiding something.

"Really." Zhou Feifei shook her head again, then said to Wang Jinghua, "Sister Hua, the contract is signed. Shouldn't we head back to Beijing?"

"Ah, right, right. There's an event waiting for you there," Wang Jinghua quickly agreed.

"Do you know Zhou Feifei?"

After leaving the room and entering the elevator, Zheng Yao looked at Zhao Fusheng curiously.

"Why do you ask?" Zhao Fusheng didn't answer her question but countered.

"Simple. You're not the type to speak casually, and she's not the type to be easygoing," Zheng Yao said confidently. "You two must have met before, right?"

Zhao Fusheng smiled but didn't answer her. Instead, he said irrelevantly, "We'd better not expect too much from love. Instead of spending time loving others, it's better to work hard and improve yourself. When you become better, you'll find that love isn't a magic cure for fate, but merely the icing on the cake of a wonderful life."

Zheng Yao fell silent. Clearly, Zhao Fusheng's words made her think of many things.

Zhao Fusheng blinked, said nothing more, and began humming a tune to himself.

Occasionally, one needs a dose of chicken soup for the soul. In clothing, food, housing, transportation, work, leisure, family, friends, and even life partners, if you can avoid settling, then don't.

You see, no matter what it is, the more you cling to it, the more it will torment you. The only way to stop clinging is to recognize its true nature. Only then will the game end, and you will no longer be deceived or deceive yourself. In Buddhism, this is called liberation.

Whether Zhou Feifei could achieve liberation, Zhao Fusheng didn't know. What he sought was his own liberation.

Seeing that Zhao Fusheng didn't want to talk, Zheng Yao had to set aside her doubts. She knew that with him, if he didn't want to tell you something, no amount of probing would help, so she stopped asking.

Back at the company, Zhao Fusheng gave Zheng Yao a few instructions about the advertising plan and then left.

Since the new ad had to be completed within two months, including promotional work, Zhao Fusheng didn't have much time. At the very least, he needed to finish the initial planning document.

"I'll be writing the ad script these days. Once it's done, I'll have Wang Zhen notify you," Zhao Fusheng said to Dong Chenxi before leaving the company.

Dong Chenxi nodded, hesitated, and asked softly, "Are you really going to do this plan?"

Zhao Fusheng laughed. "What else can I do? They've entrusted a multi-million-dollar promotional campaign to our company. As the chief planner, if I don't step up, are you going to take my place?"

Dong Chenxi fell silent, watching Zhao Fusheng's retreating figure with a sense of unreality. She couldn't believe that a twenty-something junior college student had become an advertising planner.

Many people would likely share the same sentiment.

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Back in the dormitory, Zhao Fusheng spent two days writing the ad script. When Dong Chenxi was brought to the dorm by Wang Zhen, they saw Zhao Fusheng with bloodshot eyes and a weary face.

"You..." Even Wang Zhen was startled. Zhao Fusheng looked so haggard he seemed like a migrant worker.

Zhao Fusheng waved his hand. "It's nothing. I'm just too tired. I'll be fine after some sleep."

Tan Kaixuan and Wen Yu, who were nearby, smiled bitterly. "This guy hasn't rested for two days and two nights. He's been writing nonstop, eating whatever he could grab. We tried to persuade him, but he wouldn't listen."

They had truly witnessed Zhao Fusheng's crazy work ethic. No wonder he was successful; at the very least, they admitted they couldn't match his intensity.

"Alright, I'll take the plan back and send it to Wang Jinghua right away," Dong Chenxi said to Zhao Fusheng as she took the document.

Her answer was Zhao Fusheng's thunderous snoring from the bed.

No matter what you do, success requires hard work. You have to give something up to gain something—this is an eternal truth.