Chapter 0241: Goodbye—Never See Again

We must learn to accept the sudden losses the world throws at us, like spilled milk, a lost wallet, a lover who walks away, and a broken friendship.

And an idol whose persona collapses.

And when you find that nothing you do can make a difference, the only thing you can do is to keep living your own life and forget the unhappy things.

“Going to the library later?”

In the dorm, Zhao Fusheng asked Tan Kaixuan.

“Go away, don’t talk to me.” Tan Kaixuan said grumpily.

“Why?” Zhao Fusheng looked bewildered, completely unable to understand what was wrong with this guy. Ever since they parted ways with Dong Chenxi and Wang Zhen, he and Wen Yu had been acting like they’d lost a love, glaring at him with murderous eyes.

“It’s all your fault, you had to tell us about Zhou Feifei and that President Wang!” Tan Kaixuan glared angrily at Zhao Fusheng and said fiercely, “You destroyed our dream girl.”

“Yeah, you have to compensate us for our mental anguish!” Wen Yu waved his fist from the side.

These two were half-jokingly, half-seriously trying to extort him. Zhao Fusheng blinked; he could naturally see that they weren’t really that angry—after all, it was just a dream girl—but clearly they intended to squeeze something out of him.

With that in mind, Zhao Fusheng very uncooperatively stood up and said flatly, “In that case, I’ll be going now.”

With that, he walked straight out the door, leaving the two of them staring at each other.

“He just left like that?” Tan Kaixuan asked in surprise.

“Yeah, and he didn’t even bother with us…” Wen Yu also looked helpless.

“Forget it, let’s play games.” Seeing that they couldn’t trick anything out of Zhao Fusheng, the two simply went back to gaming.

Zhao Fusheng left the dorm, thought for a moment, and instead of going to the library, headed to Future Advertising.

Since the headquarters was moving to Binzhou, the relocation was underway, and when Zhao Fusheng entered, there weren’t many people around.

“Old Zhao, you’re back?”

Zhao Fusheng looked toward the voice and saw Qin Wentao, beaming with joy. Seeing him dressed in a suit, Zhao Fusheng was a bit startled, since he rarely saw him like this.

Seeing Zhao Fusheng silent, Qin Wentao smiled and said, “Hey, been gone just a few days and you don’t recognize me?”

“No, why don’t you usually wear this? Do you prefer a casual style?” Zhao Fusheng asked in surprise. Usually Qin Wentao dressed quite casually, not at all like this successful businessman in a suit.

Qin Wentao chuckled and waved his hand. “What do you know? In the creative department, you have to be casual. Being in a suit and tie all day is uncomfortable. The work itself is creative thinking, and you don’t need to meet people. But now it’s different—I have to negotiate with people. Not dressing formally is disrespectful to clients.”

His words were full of excitement and pride, clearly very satisfied with his current situation.

Zhao Fusheng nodded slightly. He could guess what Qin Wentao was thinking. Young people taking on important roles are inevitably full of ambition; such a reaction was normal.

If it weren’t, Zhao Fusheng would have suspected Qin Wentao was up to something.

“Where are you off to?” Zhao Fusheng asked with a smile. Qin Wentao was now the deputy director of the planning department, a proper company manager. Dressed so formally, he clearly had business to attend to.

“Good news!” Qin Wentao said cheerfully, then opened the magazine in his hand in front of Zhao Fusheng, pointing to the first feature.

“A New Star in Advertising?”

After the title was an exclamation mark, which could express doubt, shock, or disbelief. Following where Qin Wentao pointed, Zhao Fusheng read word by word.

Domestic market research shows that the latest advertising effectiveness evaluation for Runshengyuan Qingzui Throat Lozenges has received astonishing ratings. In just a few months, Qingzui Throat Lozenges have surpassed all other similar products, capturing 69% of the sales market, which is inseparable from their advertising and marketing.

“Is this recognition?” Zhao Fusheng murmured.

Qin Wentao was grinning from ear to ear, saying excitedly, “This magazine is the most authoritative in the domestic advertising industry, a authority in the media field. The data they produce is very credible.”

He paused, a hint of envy in his tone. “I really didn’t expect it.”

Zhao Fusheng was not an ignorant young man; he naturally understood what this magazine report meant—it meant that Future Advertising had finally gained recognition from the mainstream advertising circle.

With that thought, he also smiled. “It really is good news.”

For Zhao Fusheng, the better Future Advertising developed, the happier he was, after all, it was his own career. No one would not want their career to become the focus of everyone’s attention.

“You’re here to see President Zheng?” Qin Wentao asked Zhao Fusheng.

Zhao Fusheng nodded. “She’s not here?”

Qin Wentao shook his head. “She’s been in Binzhou lately. After the company moved, only a few office staff are left here. What, you didn’t know?”

Zhao Fusheng was taken aback, then nodded. “I really didn’t know.”

He usually didn’t ask Zheng Yao about company matters; that was something they had agreed on earlier. Unless it was very important, Zhao Fusheng wouldn’t get involved in the company’s management. As the major shareholder, he trusted Zheng Yao.

Of course, it also had to do with Zhao Fusheng’s own personality. In his view, the foundation for an advertising company to survive lay in a steady stream of creative ideas. As long as he could ensure that every plan boosted the advertiser’s product sales—simply put, made the advertiser money—then business would never be lacking, and Future Advertising would naturally have no problems.

In fact, it’s the same for any enterprise. A rapidly developing company, no matter what problems it has, as long as it is profitable and making money, will never run into trouble.

Once it starts losing money, then all sorts of problems will inevitably arise.

“I still have an appointment, so I’ll be off.” Seeing Zhao Fusheng lost in thought, Qin Wentao didn’t say much more and took his leave.

Zhao Fusheng nodded. “Go ahead. I don’t have anything to do anyway, just came to look around.”

Watching Qin Wentao leave, Zhao Fusheng shook his head. This former deputy class monitor had become a technical bureaucrat in his previous life, but now he was a thorough businessman—quite interesting.

But no matter what, at least now Qin Wentao should be very happy.

Thinking of Ms. Bai Jie, who was overjoyed to be transferred back from Beijing, the corner of Zhao Fusheng’s mouth twitched. It was said that after she returned, she immediately rented an apartment near the school, and Qin Wentao also moved out of the dorm.

“Tsk, I wonder if Old Qin can handle it physically.” Zhao Fusheng muttered, shook his head, and left.

Leaving the office, Zhao Fusheng thought for a moment and dialed Zheng Yao’s number.

“Hey? Why did you think to call me?” Zheng Yao was clearly completely surprised to receive a call from Zhao Fusheng. This guy was usually elusive, only showing up when there was a plan to make; otherwise, Zhao Fusheng was rarely seen.

“It’s like this: I just wanted to tell you that I won’t be taking on any more planning for the time being.” Zhao Fusheng hesitated for a moment, then said to Zheng Yao.

“What’s wrong?” Zheng Yao was taken aback, somewhat surprised. After all, Zhao Fusheng’s reputation was now the company’s biggest asset.

Zhao Fusheng chuckled lightly. “Nothing, I just want to take a break. Anyway, the ads for Aipu phone and Naohuangjin will launch after New Year’s, and the company’s visibility will definitely rise. As long as you don’t expand blindly, we still have good prospects.”

Zheng Yao was silent for a few minutes, then finally nodded. “That’s fine. After all, our shallow foundation is our biggest problem now. With these three ads in hand, at least we won’t have to worry about clients in the short term.”

For an advertising company to develop, it can’t rely solely on these big clients; there are also scattered small and medium enterprises. Zhao Fusheng naturally couldn’t handle everything personally. The rest would have to be solved by ordinary designers.

Hanging up the phone, Zhao Fusheng looked up at the sky and broke into a smile.

They say fireworks will fade and music will stop; perhaps that’s why the end of the story sounds sweeter. A life of good fortune comes from accumulated effort. For Zhao Fusheng, as long as he chose to pick something up, he could certainly put it down.

“Zhao Fusheng?”

At that moment, a somewhat familiar voice sounded not far behind Zhao Fusheng. He turned around and saw Mu Qingqing standing there, with a few of her classmates beside her.

“Ah, it’s you.” Zhao Fusheng smiled and waved at Mu Qingqing as a greeting.

“You’re back? I heard you took leave before.” Mu Qingqing walked up to Zhao Fusheng and asked.

Zhao Fusheng nodded. “I had something to take care of, so I took leave.”

“I’m sorry about what happened in Beijing. I…” Mu Qingqing opened her mouth, wanting to say something.

Zhao Fusheng waved his hand. “No need. This matter has nothing to do with you, and you don’t need to apologize to me. I’m not Mario, and you’re not the princess, right?”

Mu Qingqing was startled, then gave a wry smile.

Princess Peach, whom Mario has saved hundreds of times, doesn’t actually like Mario, and Mario’s true love has never been Princess Peach.

Zhao Fusheng’s meaning was already very clear: he had no interest in Mu Qingqing, and a girl like her wasn’t suitable for him. So it was best for each to go their own way, with no relationship being most appropriate.

“Then I have things to do, so I’ll go now. Call me if anything comes up.” Mu Qingqing gave Zhao Fusheng a bright smile and walked away.

Zhao Fusheng shrugged. Though he said that, he wouldn’t call. After all, Princess Peach and “beach” are only one letter apart in English, but the meaning is quite different.