Chapter 0265: The Millennium

As soon as Zhao Fusheng heard Zheng Yao's tone, he knew she was definitely unconvinced.

After all, for Future Advertising, this was undoubtedly an excellent opportunity. As long as the advertisements for Brain Gold and Aipu Mobile Phone made a name for themselves, Zheng Yao was confident that within two years, Future Advertising could become one of the top advertising companies in the north.

After all, she was a professional; she had that much confidence.

Zhao Fusheng sighed: "President Zheng, Teacher Zheng, Sister Zheng, have you ever heard the phrase 'more is less'?"

Zheng Yao was taken aback; clearly, she realized what Zhao Fusheng was getting at.

"More is less?" Repeating Zhao Fusheng's words, Zheng Yao let out a soft sigh after a long while: "Are you afraid?"

Zhao Fusheng nodded and said honestly: "Yes, because Future Advertising is my foundation, the retreat I've left for myself. Even if I fail elsewhere, I can fall back here. So I don't want anything to go wrong with it."

Zheng Yao fell silent. Although she didn't quite understand why Zhao Fusheng was being so cautious, she knew that his choice wasn't wrong.

Now, Future Advertising might seem to be developing well, but all of it was built on Zhao Fusheng himself.

In other words, the three influential advertising campaigns in the entire company were all completed by Zhao Fusheng. The rest, completed by others, were mostly advertisements that aired at most on provincial stations, and even most on city TV stations.

Such a company, to be practical, had no real foundation.

If one day Zhao Fusheng's strategies stopped working, the development of Future Advertising would come to a halt.

And that was not the situation Zhao Fusheng wanted to see.

"Alright, I understand." After a long while, Zheng Yao sighed and nodded.

The moment he hung up the phone, Zhao Fusheng knew clearly that Zheng Yao was somewhat disappointed in his choice. After all, in her eyes, he was being too conservative.

But Zhao Fusheng didn't think there was anything wrong with this choice.

Some say the New Year is a scam; it makes us feel like life restarts in stages, yet everyone carried along the river of time is merely heading toward a withering future.

Every era can be the best and the worst, every year can bring hope and disappointment. Life cannot be divided into years, months, days, hours, moments, or instants. What is lost never returns, and what is owned will always leave. In every story, someone plays the loser, like tiny ants in the infinite vastness of the universe, sighing, summarizing, analyzing a bunch, and blowing it all away.

Having finally obtained the opportunity of the present day, Zhao Fusheng, after realizing his shortcomings, quickly changed his mindset.

One should certainly persist in one's goals, but that doesn't mean persisting blindly.

The right path is worth persisting in; the wrong one must be corrected in time.

Time passed quickly, and soon New Year's Day was approaching. At that time, the New Year holiday had not yet been shortened to seven days, but because the winter break was near, most students chose not to leave school.

No one was foolish. With final exams imminent, going home for a few days, then traveling all the way back, taking exams, and then going home again—it was all the same.

Of course, for Zhao Fusheng, the difference was minimal because his home was in Ninghai. Local students were undoubtedly the happiest at this time.

On the afternoon of the 31st, after attending the New Year's Eve party, Zhao Fusheng went home for a meal, made his parents happy, cuddled with Miss Fan for a while, promised to buy her lollipops during the New Year, and then returned to school.

Of course, Zhao Fusheng didn't go back to the dormitory; instead, he came to Wang Zhen's place.

"How's it going?" Zhao Fusheng took off his coat as he entered and asked Wang Zhen, who was sitting in front of the computer.

"Over 370,000. I estimate it will reach 400,000 by the day after tomorrow at the latest," Wang Zhen replied to Zhao Fusheng.

He had been keeping watch here for days, barely getting any rest, while the wo123 navigation webpage frantically promoted MyHome, so that almost as soon as you opened the navigation page, you could see MyHome's ads.

Other slogans like 'Start with a dog, gear全靠手' were also pulled out by Zhao Fusheng.

And yet, no matter how rustic the method seemed, it was surprisingly effective. In just a few days, MyHome's registered users once again saw a surge in growth.

"I didn't expect your method to actually work," Wang Zhen said to Zhao Fusheng with a smile.

Zhao Fusheng shook his head: "Not necessarily. It should be because of the upcoming New Year's holiday; everyone has time."

Knowing his own situation, the ads certainly had some effect, but the fundamental role came from wo123's promotional power.

After all, wo123's traffic was now almost equivalent to that of a large website.

It had to be said that, even though Zhao Fusheng was reluctant to admit it, QVOD's promotion of wo123 was indeed immediate.

In this era, the vast majority of netizens were male, and even women had a secret desire for sexual relations that they were unwilling to acknowledge, and the internet had undoubtedly become a private platform for many.

Just as in his previous life, many losers in reality liked to play the hypocrite online or act as keyboard warriors, many people who were sanctimonious and full of moral talk in daily life reacted to QVOD like prisoners starved for years seeing a beautiful woman.

A single 'OP is a good man' could yield countless resources; only a fool would refuse.

Probably Wang Shen and Su Xia never expected that QVOD would spread like a plague across China's internet.

In fact, many people, after downloading QVOD, felt that this player was simply a良心 software, not only fast and simple for searching resources but also came with a web directory.

This was why Wang Shen and Su Xia had never modified that small program; after all, they felt they had already repaid Zhao Fusheng's favor, and the reason they still kept that backdoor was ultimately because customer feedback was very positive.

Zhao Fusheng could see that although Wang Shen was a tech geek, Su Xia was an ambitious woman.

The reason she had rejected Zhu Gan back then was not because she was truly pure and virtuous, but actually because Zhu Gan wasn't strong enough.

In other words, if Zhu Gan had been a high-ranking leader or a wealthy man, Su Xia might have yielded half-heartedly.

A woman who had been rolling in the business world for so many years, putting on a pure and pitiful act—Zhao Fusheng had been certain from the first time he saw her that this woman was unusual.

But since she didn't have any conflict of interest with him, Zhao Fusheng couldn't be bothered to pay attention.

And now, in Zhao Fusheng's view, he and they couldn't even be considered friends anymore.

That was fine, at least when the day of the broadcast incident came, Zhao Fusheng didn't think they could still drag him into it.

That matter was too deep; Zhao Fusheng was sure that he wouldn't dare to wade into that muddy water no matter what.

Staring at the data on the computer, he pondered for a full minute, then said to Wang Zhen, "Tomorrow, make a banner on the homepage of the website, saying 'Celebrating 400,000 Registered Users!'"

Wang Zhen was startled, then understood Zhao Fusheng's intention—he was putting pressure on that Mr. Chen.

In the past week, Mr. Chen had been very patient, stubbornly not calling Zhao Fusheng, but Zhao Fusheng was sure that he must be sitting in front of some computer in Shanghai, staring at MyHome's data.

This was an intuition, and Zhao Fusheng believed his intuition couldn't be wrong.

"Don't worry, I know what to do," Wang Zhen nodded to Zhao Fusheng. Although he was a tech geek, that didn't mean he was stupid; this skill of bluffing was a tradition passed down from the ancestors of us Chinese.

Not to mention anything else, that prime minister in history who ran the fastest had only a little over 200,000 troops but dared to claim 700,000, let alone now when MyHome's actual users were over 300,000.

Zhao Fusheng let out a long breath. He knew that whether things would work out depended on whether the other party took the bait tomorrow.

Or rather, whether the other party's patience was as good as he had shown.