Chapter 0283: I Have a Little Secret

There used to be a song with a line that went: It's not that I don't understand, it's that the world changes too fast.

Many people don't really get it. When others lament life's unfairness, it's easy for a bystander to casually say such a thing. But when it truly happens to you, it can shatter your worldview, even destroy your confidence in life.

Heroes who act bravely for justice are certainly worthy of respect, but how many people keep paying attention to what happens to them afterward? Who will take care of the hero's aging parents? What will the hero's wife and children eat?

Zhao Fusheng often pondered these questions, but in the end, only he knew his own answers.

Since his parents and Li Yuan weren't home, Zhao Fusheng wasn't in a hurry to go back. After thinking it over, he decided to look for a house near the school.

"Something up?"

Zheng Yao was a bit puzzled when she received Zhao Fusheng's call, since they had just spoken not long ago.

Zhao Fusheng smiled and explained his purpose, finally saying, "I want to buy a place with a good floor and in a quiet neighborhood."

"How much can you afford?" Zheng Yao asked curiously.

Zhao Fusheng calculated: "Around a hundred thousand."

Actually, after deducting various expenses, he still had over one point three million, but that money was earmarked for the stock market and had a big purpose, so he didn't dare use it all.

"I do know a place—the graduate student apartment area behind District One. When they built the buildings, the school leaders had a villa area constructed, only about a dozen units, originally for the school leadership. But then the principal got into trouble, so they've been left empty. Now the school leaders don't dare live there, so they're just sitting there." Zheng Yao thought for a moment and said to Zhao Fusheng.

Zhao Fusheng was taken aback. He knew about those villas. Speaking of the Ninghai Normal University principal's affair, he had heard a bit about it.

The school actually had two principals: one was a highly respected old principal who reportedly didn't handle much anymore, and the other was the executive vice principal who was arrested last year. If he hadn't gotten into trouble, rumor had it he would have become the principal this year. But because of this scandal, he was directly brought down.

So, even if you're corrupt, you need a strategy; you can't be too greedy.

Choice is more important than effort—that saying is very true.

"Well, then, ask your dad to help find out how much they'd sell for. I plan to buy one," Zhao Fusheng said to Zheng Yao after thinking it over.

He paused and smiled, "But outwardly, we'll say you bought it. How about that?"

"Why?" Zheng Yao asked, puzzled. Then she added curiously, "And where did you get the money?"

She thought she knew how much money Zhao Fusheng had. The income from his previous ad campaigns had all been intercepted by her to expand the company. It was amazing that Zhao Fusheng still had money.

Zhao Fusheng didn't dare let this woman know he had over a million, or she'd definitely squeeze it out of him. He said directly, "You forgot? I sold that script to Liu Dehua."

"Oh, right, I remember now. The two hundred thousand one, right? I thought you gave it to your parents," Zheng Yao recalled Zhao Fusheng's script sale.

Zhao Fusheng shook his head: "My parents don't know about this, and they don't want me to keep working at the ad company. They want me to focus on my studies and get my diploma."

Actually, Zhao's parents were worried about his shaky foundation because of the ad promotion he did for the family, so they wanted him to leave the company. But Zhao Fusheng certainly wouldn't mention that reason. No way—if Zheng Yao found out, it would be a black mark forever. He'd never tell.

Even a reborn person needs face, right?

"Alright, I'll call my dad right now. Wait for my news," Zheng Yao said with a smile, not taking it seriously.

Actually, Zheng Yao understood Zhao Fusheng's concerns. He was still a student, and suddenly telling his parents that he had started a business, and a successful one at that, would be hard for them to believe.

More importantly, Zhao Fusheng felt that as a child facing conservative parents, many arguments wouldn't work. His parents might mean well and want to help, but from a god's-eye view, that kindness could easily turn into trouble.

It couldn't be explained in a few words, and there would definitely be arguments. So Zhao Fusheng thought it better to keep it from his parents for now.

He would tell his father when his father succeeded in his own business.

By then, his father, with different experience and perspective, might be more accepting of his changes.

As for the scene where a young man's tiger body trembles, his head glows, kingly aura radiates, and his parents bow and obey—ha, Zhao Fusheng would laugh just thinking about it. Real parents have watched their children grow up; don't they know their own kid's abilities?

"You little brat, what do you know?"

"Your old man has eaten more salt than you've eaten rice. Who's the father here?"

"How old are you? How many people have you met? What do you know?"

That's the normal way parents and children communicate. For most ordinary people, that's how parents talk to their kids. Some even go straight to a mixed doubles beating.

That's how the post-80s and post-70s grew up.

Especially boys—how many haven't been spanked by their dads?

Zhao Fusheng's only relief was that he had brought Zheng Yao in when he started his business. His parents' generation had an unimaginable respect for teachers, and Zheng Yao's status as a counselor carried weight in their eyes. When Zhao Fusheng said he was helping his counselor at the ad company, his parents, though not thrilled, could accept it.

If he said he was starting his own company before graduating, his parents' first reaction would probably be to drag him home and straighten him out.

"Make money, work hard to make money!"

Sitting in the dorm, Zhao Fusheng turned on his computer and muttered to himself.

In his previous life, he had been mediocre, leaving too many regrets. The main reason was that he chose the wrong direction in life and ended up with nothing.

Now, his goal was clear: continuously accumulate wealth.

As a reborn person, Zhao Fusheng knew too many ways to get rich overnight in the future internet era, but they all required substantial capital. So making money became his top priority.

The saying 'the seat determines the head' is very true. Often, if we can't understand what someone is saying, we just look at their position, and we'll basically get it.

For example, real estate developers will definitely say housing prices are too low; officials will all say they are honest and hardworking; vested interests will always speak from their own standpoint to protect their interests.

As an ordinary person, Zhao Fusheng's thinking was clear: with money, everything goes smoothly; without money, you can't move an inch.

Only the drinker knows the taste of water—whether it's cold or warm.

Zheng Yao worked quickly, or perhaps Zheng's father had considerable influence. The university's general affairs office replied that if it was a cash transaction, they could move in within three days.

Since the houses were originally prepared for school leaders, they were already fully decorated, with furniture and appliances ready. It was said that the vice principal had planned to use these villas to build connections, but instead of building connections, he ended up in prison.

"Okay, tell them it's a cash transaction," Zhao Fusheng said to Zheng Yao after thinking it over.

Zheng Yao was startled: "In such a hurry?"

Zhao Fusheng smiled bitterly: "Sis, I have several computers and all sorts of stuff in my dorm. Of course I'm in a hurry."

Zheng Yao naturally knew about Zhao Fusheng's navigation webpage project, but she had never taken it seriously. She laughed and said, "Why don't you focus on proper work instead of tinkering with internet stuff all day? Spend more time designing a few ad campaigns—wouldn't that be better?"

Zhao Fusheng chuckled, didn't explain, and hung up.

Time will prove everything. Saying too much now is meaningless. Zhao Fusheng had long understood that letting facts speak is more powerful than words.