Chapter 0270: Double Happiness

When young, one doesn't listen to Li Zongsheng; by the time you understand, you're past forty.

As one of Zhao Fusheng's favorite singers, many people may not have heard this man's songs.

"Still remember the dreams of youth, like a flower that never withers..."

Zhao Fusheng hummed this song, "The Price of Love," in a very good mood. Aipu phones were different from Brain Gold; Brain Gold was a health product that people would definitely buy during holidays, but a phone costing four or five thousand yuan each was something only the wealthy would splurge on.

So sales figures had to be tallied slowly.

The Han father and son clearly understood this, so Zhao Fusheng wasn't worried.

Moreover, this ad was just the beginning; the two public service ads to follow were the real focus.

Zhao Fusheng looked forward to seeing what it would be like when Aipu phones were linked to charity.

After happily watching TV for a while, Zhao Fusheng found a text message from Zhu Yushi on his phone, with just two words: "Thank you."

A smile curled at the corner of his mouth. Zhao Fusheng shook his head and dialed Zheng Yao's number.

"What's up, still excited?"

Hearing Zheng Yao's voice, Zhao Fusheng asked.

"Of course I'm happy; this is our first real battle!" Zheng Yao was quite delighted, as this matter was significant for her.

Zhao Fusheng might have just come up with a plan, but for Zheng Yao, it was like slapping a hard slap in the face of all those waiting to see her fail.

Just now, her father had called to praise her, saying, "Your mother is studying it—how can such a vulgar ad have so many takers?"

Zheng Yao almost laughed herself silly but managed to calm down.

"Alright, keep up with the follow-up promotional plan. Also..." Zhao Fusheng thought for a moment, "The promotion for Aipu phones can start. Wrap up the Brain Gold campaign; leave the rest to their company's own planning department. We've taken the money and done the job, so we shouldn't meddle further."

"What, you..." Zheng Yao frowned slightly, feeling that Zhao Fusheng didn't want to continue.

Zhao Fusheng laughed: "Come on, quit while you're ahead. This kind of brainwashing ad can only be used once. If another health product company comes, I wouldn't know what to do. You figure it out."

With that, he hung up.

Zheng Yao was good in every way except for one habit: she was too greedy, always wanting to bite off more than she could chew.

But in business, it's almost impossible to achieve everything at once. Even a genius like Zuckerberg had to go through a process to build a vast empire, let alone an advertising company.

In Zhao Fusheng's view, what Zheng Yao needed was patience.

Future Advertising had already completed two ads, and the Aipu phone campaign was on the road to success. With such brand effects, future business would surely be good. As long as they steadily accumulated experience and time, they could go even further.

If they rashly expanded blindly, their reputation would suffer, and even taking on more work would be useless.

Ring ring ring!

The phone vibrated. Glancing at the number, Zhao Fusheng smiled. Indeed, good news comes in pairs; all the good things were happening together.

"Mr. Chen, Happy New Year." Zhao Fusheng's first words were a blessing to the person on the other end.

Regardless, he was in a good mood now and didn't mind saying a few polite words.

The other party was clearly taken aback by Zhao Fusheng's reaction, then laughed and said, "Thank you, and happy New Year to you too."

Then Mr. Chen sighed: "To be honest, I didn't expect your site's user growth to be so fast."

The implication was that MyHome's development had exceeded his expectations.

Zhao Fusheng smiled faintly. To him, the other party always thought he was young, so they spoke without much restraint. But Zhao Fusheng was actually a mature middle-aged man; some things young people might not understand, but adults did.

"Mr. Chen, if I'm not mistaken, you should be having some funding issues, right?"

Zhao Fusheng was silent for a moment before speaking to Mr. Chen.

Clearly, the other party had initially offered a high price, then stopped contacting Zhao Fusheng, while closely monitoring the website's situation. As Zhao Fusheng had thought before, either he was genuinely wealthy, or he had no money.

If it was the former, the other party wouldn't care so much and would have likely made an offer long ago; if he had no money, then it seemed that five hundred thousand was his bottom line.

In business, you ask a sky-high price and settle for a floor price.

But this Mr. Chen was clearly not that kind of person.

"You're a student at Ninghai Normal University, so I won't beat around the bush. I only have five hundred thousand in funds right now. If you're willing, I can invest in your website, and together we can build China's online Disney!"

Mr. Chen's voice was not loud, but it sounded forceful.

Zhao Fusheng was taken aback, then laughed: "Mr. Chen, have you ever heard a saying?"

"What?" The other party was startled, clearly not expecting Zhao Fusheng to respond like that.

Zhao Fusheng smiled faintly: "If a person's dream has to be realized by someone else, then it can no longer be called a dream; it's merely a delusion."

"You..." Mr. Chen was at a loss for words. He suddenly realized that his usually invincible smooth-talking tactics seemed unable to fool this young man.

But the problem was, even the elites from many prestigious universities in Shanghai had been fooled by him, working desperately with him to start a business. Why was this young man so impervious?

In a sense, what he said was not wrong in itself, but he happened to be dealing with Zhao Fusheng, for whom painting a rosy picture was useless.

No matter how beautiful the future, it was ultimately just a blueprint, especially one painted by someone else.

For Zhao Fusheng, matters of the future were better handled by himself.

"If you're sincere, come to Ninghai, and we'll talk face to face. Of course, if Mr. Chen feels our website isn't worth a flight over, then forget it." Zhao Fusheng said resolutely.

Mr. Chen hesitated: "Give me the address."

Zhao Fusheng gave the address and then hung up the phone.

In his view, negotiations were bound to have twists and turns.

Whether it was himself or Mr. Chen, neither would easily reveal their hand before meeting the other. Zhao Fusheng believed that the other party wouldn't want to acquire MyHome for no reason; it was likely he had other motives.

As for talk of an Eastern Disney, Zhao Fusheng didn't take it to heart at all. That wasn't something he could fantasize about now.

One still had to be practical. Daydreaming and aiming too high was really in poor taste.

"How did it go?"

Wang Zhen, hearing Zhao Fusheng on the phone, came over and asked anxiously.

Zhao Fusheng smiled and nodded: "He's coming to talk to us in person."

"Great!" Wang Zhen excitedly pumped his fist, his face full of joy.

As he spoke, he asked Zhao Fusheng: "What are you thinking? How much do you plan to sell it to him for?"

From his understanding of Zhao Fusheng, if he didn't really want to sell the website, he wouldn't easily let the other party come.

Zhao Fusheng shook his head: "I haven't decided yet, but at the very least, we need to multiply our investment tenfold."

"Tenfold!"

Wang Zhen gasped. If it weren't Zhao Fusheng saying this, he would have thought the person was crazy to have such fantasies.

But having witnessed the miracles that had happened to Zhao Fusheng over the past six months, Wang Zhen felt that this might also be a possibility.

Thinking that if it multiplied tenfold, it would be over two million, and he could get several hundred thousand, Wang Zhen felt that life would have no regrets.

In fact, each of us is like this. At the beginning of our success, perhaps no one ever imagined how far they would go later.

But life often gives us unexpected surprises and rewards.