Chapter 0282 School

Zhao Fusheng actually knew very well that the world was still the same old place he knew—some parts might be different, but most of it remained unchanged.

Without power, status, or money, one still couldn't live a stable and happy life in this world.

People are always blinded by their passion and dreams, putting the whole world in their eyes yet failing to do a single small thing well with their hands.

This is a common human failing, or rather, many young people step into society with beautiful dreams, thinking the tomorrow of the millennium is bright, but in the years to come, they will experience injustice, betrayal, and loneliness, and come to understand how important fairness, loyalty, and friends are.

Because life always brings certain things as scheduled, whether we want them or not.

"Mom, we're on break." Zhao Fusheng called his mother from the dormitory.

Recently, perhaps because of the Spring Festival, business at the mall was booming, and Zhao's mother was extremely busy. Even Zhao Fusheng's call went unanswered at home, so he finally called his father's office, where Li Yuan answered and relayed the message to Zhao's mother.

"Ah, okay, go home by yourself. We're too busy here, let's talk later." Zhao's mother said a lot in one breath and finally hung up.

Holding his phone, Zhao Fusheng felt that he might have been reborn into a fake set of parents.

Where was that mother who used to call him "precious son" all the time?

But that was fine too. Zhao Fusheng actually hoped his parents' lives could be more fulfilling. After all, people should have a goal in life.

Just then, his phone rang. Glancing at the number, Zhao Fusheng frowned but still answered.

"President Han, is there something you need?" Zhao Fusheng said politely. He was always wary of this chubby young man, A Bin, because Han Bin always gave him a particularly strange feeling.

He seemed honest and simple, but after a few encounters, Zhao Fusheng felt that was just a facade.

After all, playing the pig to eat the tiger was the most satisfying thing.

"Planner Zhao, don't be so distant." Han Bin's tone was full of complacency: "I'm calling to thank you."

"Thank me?"

Zhao Fusheng was puzzled, having no idea what Han Bin was talking about.

Han Bin smiled slightly: "You don't know yet, do you? Our Aipu mobile phone sales have increased by thirty percent in the last half month."

"Huh?"

Zhao Fusheng raised an eyebrow, truly surprised that the effect had come so quickly.

According to his estimate, it would take at least a month before the plan he made for Aipu mobile phones would show results. He hadn't expected that just airing a few ads and sponsoring a few school activities would have such a big impact.

In fact, he had miscalculated.

Both the endorsements by Andy Lau and Zhou Feifei and the public service ads had caused a huge stir in society.

After all, in this day and age, making ads that looked like movies and focusing attention on children in impoverished mountain areas—these two points alone were enough to attract the attention of viewers and consumers.

Especially the ad where Andy Lau personally visited a mountain village and used an Aipu phone to call his boss, saying he would donate all his endorsement fees to help build elementary schools there—it touched countless people.

"Planner Zhao, I really want to thank you this time." Han Bin said seriously: "Now the public's evaluation of us is overwhelmingly positive. I believe it won't be long before our market share increases further."

Zhao Fusheng laughed: "Verbal thanks aren't necessary. Send me a few phones, and I'll be extremely grateful."

"Haha, no problem. I'll arrange for ten to be sent over right away." Han Bin's generosity surprised Zhao Fusheng. An Aipu phone now sold for nearly five thousand yuan, so giving him ten phones was like giving him fifty thousand yuan.

"President Han, you're too kind." Zhao Fusheng was very puzzled.

"You don't understand. This is the first time I've been allowed to work independently by the old man. Now within the group, they're very satisfied with my results. So, you deserve this." Han Bin said with a smile.

With that said, Zhao Fusheng found it hard to refuse.

But he also understood that Han Bin's implication was that these phones were his bonus.

Smiling, Zhao Fusheng didn't expose it: "Alright then, thank you, President Han."

Although it was a bit stingy, it was understandable. After all, to Han Bin, he was just an ad planner. Now that the work was done and sales had increased, in Han Bin's view, Zhao Fusheng was no longer relevant to the matter.

After all, Han Bin didn't know about Zhao Fusheng's relationship with Future Advertising.

The cooperation between Aipu mobile phones and Future Advertising would certainly continue, but Zhao Fusheng was just one of Future Advertising's planners. What Han Bin valued more was undoubtedly the Future Advertising brand.

Hanging up, Zhao Fusheng didn't feel anything was wrong. If it were him, he'd probably make the same judgment as Han Bin. Even a top-notch planner is only useful when needed.

When not needed, people would at most be polite to him.

Soon, Zheng Yao called: "Han Bin must have called you, right?"

"Yeah, he did." Zhao Fusheng laughed: "The market feedback for Aipu phones is good?"

"Yes, the response is very good, and the reputation is positive." Zheng Yao said: "Especially the donation public service ad. Because we contacted the Hope Project committee and indicated that we plan to build a large number of Hope Primary Schools in the Sichuan region, they were quite supportive."

Zhao Fusheng smiled: "They didn't make any demands, did they?"

To be honest, he really didn't trust certain institutions in China, like foundations. Frankly, Zhao Fusheng would rather hand the money directly to the children than rely on these officials.

"No, they just hope that the Hope Primary Schools we donate can be staffed with teachers sent by them. Also, they hope that besides Sichuan, we can add a few in other provinces." Zheng Yao said.

Zhao Fusheng was taken aback. He hadn't expected that there were still leaders genuinely dedicated to charity at this time. He had been measuring others with his own petty yardstick and had misjudged them.

After thinking for a moment, he nodded: "Okay. Besides Sichuan, some old revolutionary base areas in the northwest can also be added to the list. There's only one requirement: local governments must not interfere in the construction of the Hope Primary Schools. Tell Han Bin that this is a matter for a thousand generations. If there's any problem with the quality of the schools, the Aipu brand will be ruined, and his name will be etched on the pillar of shame in history!"

When he said the last few sentences, Zhao Fusheng's tone was very serious. Zheng Yao could even feel that he wasn't joking.

To be fair, Zheng Yao had never seen Zhao Fusheng like this before. She quickly promised solemnly, and only then did Zhao Fusheng let out a long breath.

When he hung up, what came to Zhao Fusheng's mind was the disaster many years later.

Although it was still early, Zhao Fusheng felt that preparing for a rainy day wasn't a bad thing. He couldn't guarantee where the gentle flap of his little butterfly's wings would affect. But Zhao Fusheng thought that even if the disaster didn't happen, he would at least have contributed to the development of education in the southwestern region.

Conversely, if the disaster did happen, at least those sturdy teaching buildings could save many lives.

As for other things, Zhao Fusheng hadn't thought about them, nor did he intend to play the savior, because people always doubt disasters that haven't happened. Moreover, if he ran over and said something bad was about to happen, telling everyone to evacuate, he'd probably be arrested as a madman. Even if the disaster did occur, as someone with foreknowledge, he probably wouldn't escape scrutiny.

Zhao Fusheng didn't mind being a kind person or helping others, but that was on the premise that he could protect himself. Although his kindness wasn't thorough, that was truly the kind of person he was. His kindness and morality were practiced only under the condition of preserving himself. If he had to gamble his own future to help others, sorry, Zhao Fusheng said he really couldn't do it.

In an era when property in the Second Ring Road cost two thousand yuan per square meter, Zhao Fusheng's utilitarian values might be somewhat out of step with humanitarian values, but he felt he wasn't wrong.