Chapter 0262: Reasoning

Because they had Fan Beibei with them, the few of them simply took a taxi to the mall.

"Mom, why don't we just buy something from the underground market?" Zhao Fusheng said to his mother as he got out of the car.

There was an underground commercial street in Ninghai that sold low-end goods. Zhao Fusheng used to buy his clothes there, after all, they were cheap—tens of yuan for a piece of clothing, and the most expensive never exceeded a hundred yuan.

Unexpectedly, Mother Zhao glared at him: "That was before. You're a designer now, and your planned ads are broadcast on TV all day. Would you be comfortable meeting people in cheap street stall clothes?"

Zhao Fusheng nodded: "Of course I would. I'm selling my planning, not myself."

"You!"

Mother Zhao shot her son a glare and simply ignored him.

Li Yuan chuckled and said to Fan Beibei, "Beibei, do you want your brother to carry you, or your mom?"

"Brother, carry me." Miss Fan Er decisively abandoned her mother and threw herself into Zhao Fusheng's arms.

"Oh dear, our Beibei seems to have gained weight," Zhao Fusheng said, taking the little princess in his arms, rubbing her little face against his own, and smiling.

Fan Beibei was startled for a moment, then pouted: "Beibei doesn't want to be fat. Fat kids aren't loved."

Huh?

Zhao Fusheng was completely baffled. Where did she get that idea?

"Beibei, be good. You have to gain weight to grow up. If you don't grow up, how can your brother take you out to play? Don't you want to see the goldfish?" Zhao Fusheng coaxed her as he followed behind his mother and Li Yuan, carrying the little girl.

"Really? If Beibei gets fat, will you take me to see the goldfish?" Fan Beibei looked up, blinking her big eyes at Zhao Fusheng.

Zhao Fusheng nodded: "Of course, and I'll buy you a lollipop too, okay?"

"Mm!" The little girl nodded vigorously, then said in a very small voice, "Don't tell Mom. She won't let me eat candy."

Zhao Fusheng chuckled and quickened his pace.

Women shopping and men shopping are absolutely different.

Because when money isn't an issue, men usually look at the product's performance first, then see if there are other advantages. In most cases, if the product performs well and has no other drawbacks, men will simply pay up without much fuss.

But when women go shopping, it's not that simple. Especially when buying clothes, women often eliminate an item from their purchase list for reasons you simply cannot understand.

"Hmm, this color isn't nice."

"Is this sleeve a bit short?"

"No, these shoes don't match my son's height."

"No, no, this fabric won't do. It's too stiff. What if it pokes the body?"

From the first floor to the fifth floor of the department store, Zhao Fusheng accompanied Li Yuan and Mother Zhao as they kept trying on and changing clothes. Fan Beibei was almost asleep.

"Son, what do you think of this?" Mother Zhao suddenly pointed at a piece of clothing and asked Zhao Fusheng.

Zhao Fusheng couldn't even be bothered to look: "If you think it's fine, then it's fine. I have no opinion."

At first, he had tried to resist and express his views, but after being thoroughly refuted by Li Yuan and Mother Zhao, he simply became a robot, mechanically following the orders of the two elders.

"I think it's good too," Li Yuan said with a smile.

"Then it's settled. Come on, son, go try it on."

Mother Zhao nodded and called Zhao Fusheng to try on the clothes.

After a while, Zhao Fusheng came out wearing the new clothes. Mother Zhao and Li Yuan nodded in satisfaction: "Not bad, we'll take this one."

In the end, wearing the new clothes that cost over four hundred yuan, Zhao Fusheng said to his mother as they walked out of the department store, "Mom, isn't your planning fee too cheap?"

"Oh? How much do you want then?" Mother Zhao said with a smile.

"At least another five hundred," Zhao Fusheng said with a grin. "Look, now you're a mall owner, big or small. Giving too little wouldn't suit your status."

A little flattery toward his mom wouldn't hurt; it wasn't shameful.

Sure enough, upon hearing Zhao Fusheng's words, Her Majesty the Mother smiled slightly, casually took out her wallet, and handed Zhao Fusheng five hundred yuan: "Since you know how to talk, here you go."

Zhao Fusheng took the five hundred and quickly nodded: "Thank you, boss. Thank you, boss."

In fact, he hadn't needed his family to give him living expenses for a long time, since he was already earning money. The planning fees from Zheng Yao were enough for his own expenses. He did this just to please his mother.

As a child, making one's parents smile is only natural.

When people reach their thirties or forties, they realize they are in a very awkward position: too old for romance, too young for death; too immature to talk about experiences with the young, too young to tell stories with the old; bored at home, afraid of noise when going out. Acting childish is called immature, being silent is called pretending to be deep, being fashionable is called flashy, being plain is called old. Feeling tired of life, just as you think about being negative, you look back and see the old above and the young below. If you don't work hard to earn money, you can't even die.

Only this youthful time is truly happy, because you can joyfully play around in front of your parents and strive forward with effort.

"Aren't you going to the mall?" Li Yuan asked Zhao Fusheng.

Zhao Fusheng handed the sleeping Fan Beibei to Li Yuan and shook his head: "I won't go. I still have things to do at school."

He had already done what needed to be done and handed over the promotion plan to his mother. The rest was for his father to worry about. In Zhao Fusheng's view, his dad was quite capable.

Hualian Commercial Building was directly across from the Department Store. Zhao Fusheng watched his mother and the others leave, then boarded a bus heading toward school.

Sitting on the bus, Zhao Fusheng thought about his next development plan.

In his view, now he could consider taking a slightly bigger step. After all, time was approaching the millennium. If he didn't seize the opportunity to develop quickly, he might end up with nothing.

After all, his foresight had a time limit, and he wasn't a computer. He had already forgotten many things. If he couldn't remember useful things when needed, it would be too tragic.

With these thoughts, Zhao Fusheng returned to the dormitory. As soon as he entered, he saw Wang Zhen and Tan Kaixuan sitting obediently, while Wen Yu looked at them angrily.

"What's going on?" Zhao Fusheng asked curiously.

"Old Zhao, you're back!" The moment Tan Kaixuan saw Zhao Fusheng, he acted as if he had seen a savior and immediately walked over to him: "Quick, tell Wen Yu that this has nothing to do with me."

"What's the matter?"

Looking at Tan Kaixuan with confusion, Zhao Fusheng turned to Wen Yu: "What is he talking about?"

Wen Yu snorted, glanced at Zhao Fusheng: "You're the mastermind. What do you think?"

"Me?" Zhao Fusheng pointed at himself, looking at Wen Yu in surprise: "I'm the mastermind?"

Wen Yu nodded: "Didn't you come up with the idea for Han Meimei?"

Zhao Fusheng looked at him strangely: "What are you talking about? Last night, you insisted on drinking for Han Meimei, and then you got drunk. We were going to bring you back, but Han Meimei said it was too late to return to the dorm, so she asked us to book a room at the International Hotel. When we got there, you lay on her bed and refused to move, no matter how we tried to lift you. What did you expect us to do?"

"Huh?"

Wen Yu looked at Zhao Fusheng in utter disbelief, never expecting such a situation. Even Wang Zhen and Tan Kaixuan stared at Zhao Fusheng in surprise.

In a direction Wen Yu couldn't see, Wang Zhen gave Zhao Fusheng a thumbs-up.

To be able to fabricate to this extent, Zhao Fusheng was truly a rare talent.

Zhao Fusheng smiled slightly and said to Wen Yu, "Not to criticize you, but drinking is fine, and getting drunk isn't shameful. But why did you insist on lying on her bed? Luckily, I booked a double bed. Han Meimei said she would take care of you and kicked us out. What, now that you're sober, you're denying it?"

At that moment, Wen Yu's face visibly turned red, like a monkey's butt.