Chapter 0267: Brain-Dead?

Zhao Fusheng had always felt that people with too strong a possessiveness easily ended up alone. Because the more one wanted something, the more one often failed to get it. And the more one failed to get it, the more one damn well wanted it.

That was probably the reason why all men or women liked their idols so much.

In truth, Zhao Fusheng was a bit nervous inside. After all, even though he knew full well that this ad would cause a sensation, before the results were confirmed, he still had some doubts.

At the same time, in the teacher's apartment near Ninghai Normal University, another person was also very nervous.

Zheng Yao sat on her sofa, watching the TV. Ads kept playing, but Brain Gold's hadn't come up yet.

"Yao Yao, is your company's ad airing today?" Zheng Yao's mother asked her.

Zheng's mother majored in advertising and was a well-known professor at the college.

Zheng Yao nodded: "Mm, it's about to air."

She glanced at the time; it was almost time.

"Alright, let's watch," Zheng's father also said with a smile. He taught marketing, was just over fifty, but looked like he was in his forties.

"By the way, I remember you said this ad was planned by a student?" Zheng's mother asked her daughter from the sofa.

Zheng Yao hadn't hidden her previous matters from her parents. After all, the money she initially invested had been provided by them.

The old couple had only this one precious daughter. Seeing her dumped but quickly emerging from the emotional low and starting her own business, they were still very happy.

"Yes, his name is Zhao Fusheng, a student in my class." Although Zheng Yao had now resigned and jumped into business, she still habitually placed herself in the role of Zhao Fusheng's counselor.

Just then, the ad finally began.

Zhu Yushi had made a big move this time, securing the prime slot right after the news. After the morning news ended, the scene shifted, and on the screen appeared two everyday figures: an old man and an old woman. Zhao Fusheng had drawn them himself, completely copying the images from his memory of his previous life, and he explicitly told Zheng Yao not to change a thing.

Bouncing and hopping to the center of the screen, the old man and woman beamed with joy.

"This holiday, no gifts accepted."

"No gifts accepted! No gifts accepted! No gifts accepted! No gifts accepted!"

"Only Brain Gold for gifts! Brain! Gold!"

The final shot showed the old man and woman holding Brain Gold, their faces full of satisfaction.

After watching the ad, Zheng Yao's home was so quiet it seemed there was no sound except breathing.

Neither Zheng's mother nor Zheng's father spoke.

Zheng Yao felt a bit awkward and coughed: "Dad, Mom, is it okay?"

Zheng's mother looked at her daughter: "You have the nerve to ask me?"

"Huh?"

Zheng Yao looked completely bewildered.

Zheng's mother sighed: "You child, you really don't use your brain at all. What kind of messy ad is this? Not only does it lack depth, but it doesn't even have a spokesperson. It's utter nonsense. I'd like to see how you clean up this mess!"

With that, she stood up angrily and walked away.

Zheng Yao was completely stunned. She never imagined that this ad, which had won the approval of the big boss Zhu Yushi, would be dismissed as worthless by her mother. More importantly, her mother clearly didn't think highly of the ad.

"Dad..." Turning to her father, Zheng Yao hoped he could give her more advice.

Zheng's father didn't speak, but looked thoughtful. After a long while, he smiled and said: "I won't comment on advertising matters; your mother is the expert, I'm a layman. But I think, since your ad plan won the advertiser's appreciation, he must have his reasons. So don't overthink it. Any ad plan must pass the test of the market to determine success or failure. So let's be patient, understand?"

After all, as a marketing expert, he could see at a glance that this ad wasn't as simple as it seemed.

But hearing her father say this, Zheng Yao felt even more pressure. She smiled bitterly and said to him: "Actually, I'm ninety percent sure it will succeed, but there's always that ten percent uncertainty. It's better to be safe than sorry."

Zheng's father smiled gently, patted his daughter's head, and said softly: "My daughter has finally grown up, knowing to prepare for the worst. But you must understand, since you're in the advertising business, you need to know that often the success of an ad depends on market reaction. You've done what you needed to do; doubt and anxiety won't help. The rest is up to the market. If it succeeds, it means your thinking is right, and your student's idea is right. If it fails, you can always start over."

Zheng Yao nodded. Under the circumstances, that was all she could do.

In fact, not only Zheng Yao, but even Zhu Yushi, far away in the south, was surrounded by a group of assistants.

"Boss, what the hell is this?"

"Yeah, what depth does this ad have?"

"Two random characters show up and just sing a few lines, and they dare charge us for this?"

Several assistants close to Zhu Yushi wished they could fly to Ninghai right then and give Zhao Fusheng a good beating.

Zhu Yushi's expression was calm. He had seen this plan before, so he naturally understood that once it aired, many people would curse. Even his own assistants were cursing like this; he believed the TV audience would curse even more harshly.

"Hmm, should I put some pressure on that kid?"

Zhu Yushi rubbed his chin, suddenly thinking to himself.

For some reason, every time he thought of Zhao Fusheng's calm and composed demeanor in front of him, Zhu Yushi felt very uncomfortable. Because he could sense that the kid might have some respect for him, but definitely no fear. It was as if he were looking at a predecessor he could surpass at any time.

This made the self-important Zhu Yushi very unhappy.

With that thought, Zhu Yushi took out his phone and dialed Zhao Fusheng's number.

Earlier, after Zhao Fusheng got a phone, he had sent his number to many people. Zhu Yushi had indeed kept Zhao Fusheng's number.

"Hello, Zhao Fusheng?" When the call connected, Zhu Yushi deliberately made his voice sound deeper, to put more pressure on the other party.

He waited for Zhao Fusheng to lose confidence and apologize, then he could magnanimously comfort him a bit.

But unexpectedly, Zhao Fusheng's laughter came through the receiver: "Heh, Boss Zhu, are you scared?"

At that moment, Zhu Yushi felt that he was not okay at all.