Chapter 0218: The Fish Takes the Bait

"So you just directly invested my two hundred thousand planning fee into the company?"

In the hotel room, Zhao Fusheng said to Zheng Yao on the phone, half laughing and half crying: "Come on, sis, couldn't you have told me before doing something like this?"

"I figured you're in school now and don't have much use for money. Why should I report to you?" Zheng Yao said with perfect confidence. "Don't forget, you're the major shareholder of the company. It's your duty to inject capital and expand the company's scale."

Zhao Fusheng rolled his eyes, discovering for the first time that this woman was so eloquent.

"In short, the company is moving to Binzhou now. Renting a place costs money, hiring people costs money, so you'll just have to make do," Zheng Yao said with a laugh.

In fact, Future Advertising's current operating situation wasn't as dire as she made it sound; it was just that in Zheng Yao's view, since Zhao Fusheng had no pressing need for money anyway, it might as well be invested in the company.

Zhao Fusheng looked speechless: "Fine, I'll make do and bear it. But shouldn't you at least give me some pocket money? I can't exactly ask my parents for my phone bill, can I?"

Zheng Yao paused, then gave a slightly embarrassed laugh: "Well, I'll transfer twenty thousand to you later."

In fact, Zhao Fusheng's reputation as a golden planner was growing, and his planning fees naturally rose accordingly. Logically, two hundred thousand wasn't much. Not to mention the compensation the advertising company itself should pay him.

But the problem was that Zheng Yao had no intention of paying Zhao Fusheng at all. In her words, asking for money to plan for his own company meant Zhao Fusheng was either crazy with poverty or had water in his brain.

To this, Zhao Fusheng could only sigh helplessly, feeling that he had found a qualified manager.

Still, he wasn't the type to be overly particular. More importantly, Zhao Fusheng knew that what he wanted to do required large sums of money; a hundred or two hundred thousand really couldn't accomplish much.

Moreover, Future Advertising's position was also very important to him. Zhao Fusheng never believed that in any industry other than advertising—which he had immersed himself in for over a decade in his previous life—he had a one hundred percent chance of success. So Future Advertising was his fallback plan.

Even if his other ventures failed, with Future Advertising, he would still have a chance to stage a comeback.

Although this approach seemed cautious, even timid, in Zhao Fusheng's view, it was a necessary preparation.

Think of retreat before advance. If a person doesn't leave themselves a way out when doing things, it's like gambling—gambling with their own life.

Betting everything on an unknown future was, in Zhao Fusheng's eyes, undoubtedly a foolish act. After all, in gambling, no one except God could guarantee a win. If you lost, you lost your entire life.

Having finally gotten a chance to start over, Zhao Fusheng would never gamble with his own life or his family's happiness.

Of course, if his parents wanted to do something, Zhao Fusheng would fully support them; at worst, he could clean up the mess for his dad.

Hanging up the phone, Zhao Fusheng sat in the room, silently thinking that in about another month, the Shanghai stock market would hit the lowest point of this wave. In his previous life, Tan Kaixuan's family had seized that opportunity to make a huge profit, accumulating the initial capital for his entrepreneurial ventures after graduation.

Zhao Fusheng's target was actually that same opportunity.

However, he still wasn't sure how much principal he would have, and he couldn't be certain that the wave would arrive as expected, so he needed more time to observe.

Truly major events show few omens before they erupt; if there were omens, they wouldn't be major events.

Fortunately, New Year's Day was approaching, and he would have time to go to Shanghai for a field investigation.

When he left this time, Zheng Yao had helped him ask for half a month's leave. She was well-connected at the college and had recently donated a sum of money to the school, so the leaders naturally gave her face.

As for Zhao Fusheng, he usually kept a low profile at the college, so when Zheng Yao asked for leave for him, she encountered no difficulties. The only issue was that Zhao Fusheng had to explain to his parents why he wouldn't be home for half a month.

Fortunately, Zheng Yao had good credibility with his parents. She made a phone call saying she needed Zhao Fusheng's help, and they agreed.

Lying in bed, Zhao Fusheng carefully thought it over, confirming that his plan was foolproof. Then he let out a long breath and fell into a deep sleep.

When he woke up again, it was to the sound of a phone ringing. Glancing at the number, Zhao Fusheng shook his head and pressed the answer button: "Sister Hua, I didn't see you at the set earlier. What's up? Looking for me about something?"

The number ending in four twos—besides Wang Jinghua, Zhao Fusheng couldn't recall anyone else using it.

In fact, many people had taboos about phone numbers or digits. Some disliked the number four, some disliked thirteen, and others said eleven signified being single for life...

This kind of thing was quite mysterious. Even Zhao Fusheng found it strange. For example, in music history, whether it was Beethoven, Schubert, or Gustav, after completing their Ninth Symphonies, they all died, without exception.

Zhao Fusheng didn't have many such thoughts, but because of the whole rebirth thing, he was actually somewhat idealistic.

Although businessmen love risk and stop at nothing for a three hundred percent profit, Zhao Fusheng had a sense of reverence deep down. He had personally experienced rebirth—something no one would believe if he told them—so many times, he tried to follow certain rules.

"You're writing a script for Andy Lau?" Wang Jinghua didn't beat around the bush and asked Zhao Fusheng directly.

Zhao Fusheng was startled, then laughed: "You're well-informed, Sister Hua. Are you interested too?"

Wang Jinghua smiled: "I am interested, but you have to do me the favor."

Hearing her words, Zhao Fusheng blinked, lost in thought.

Although he wasn't in the film and television circle and had only interacted with it at a general level in his previous life, Zhao Fusheng wasn't stupid. For Wang Jinghua to value it so much and say such things, it seemed she was determined to get her hands on that script.

With that in mind, Zhao Fusheng took a deep breath, steadied his emotions, and made his voice sound calm as he said lightly: "In that case, let's find time to talk."

Hearing this, Wang Jinghua recalled Zhao Fusheng's young face. She suddenly felt that perhaps when Fan Baobao signed the contract, what Zhao Fusheng had said to her wasn't just bragging.

This young man would really give her more and more surprises.