Chapter 0284: Checking Out the Son-in-Law

Soon, with the help of Zheng Yao's father's connections, the school offered a price of 160,000 yuan. If Zhao Fusheng was willing, it would be best to complete the transaction as soon as possible.

Zhao Fusheng had no objections. After receiving Zheng Yao's call, he called the bank to schedule a withdrawal for the next day.

In many novels, when the protagonist goes to the bank to withdraw money, they often stand there boldly and casually take out hundreds of thousands.

Actually, that's all nonsense. For amounts over 50,000 yuan, you need to make an appointment in advance. If you rashly try to withdraw money, say 200,000 yuan, you'd have to visit four different savings offices.

Zhao Fusheng really didn't have the energy to run to four places, especially while carrying so much cash.

In the year 2000, 160,000 yuan was enough to tempt many people into ill intentions.

Early the next morning, Zhao Fusheng hurried to the bank, withdrew the money, and dialed the number Zheng Yao had left for him.

"Hello, is this Professor Zheng? I'm Zhao Fusheng."

This matter required Zheng Yao's father to handle it, so Zhao Fusheng had to ask for his help.

"Oh, oh, Xiao Zhao, hello, hello." Zheng's father was named Zheng Jianshe. In their era, names like that were very common, such as Aiguo, Jianshe, and so on.

"I've prepared the money. Professor Zheng, when would you like me to deliver it?" Zhao Fusheng said with a smile.

To avoid any delays or complications, it was better to finish this as quickly as possible.

Zhao Fusheng didn't want some leader to step in later and say something, forcing him to deal with those relationships.

"So fast?" Zheng Jianshe was quite surprised but still nodded: "Alright, I'll get ready now. You wait for me at the entrance of the main building in District One."

Zhao Fusheng carried a backpack containing over a hundred thousand yuan and walked straight to the entrance of the main building in District One. There weren't many people on campus at this time anyway.

Before long, an elderly man in his fifties appeared before Zhao Fusheng.

"Hello, are you Professor Zheng? I'm Zhao Fusheng." He greeted the other respectfully, his attitude appearing very sincere.

"Mm, hello, you're Xiao Zhao, right? I'm Zheng Yao's father." Zheng Jianshe looked Zhao Fusheng over and then laughed: "I didn't expect you to be so young."

Zhao Fusheng naturally understood what he meant and smiled: "You flatter me. It's just a coincidence."

Zheng Yao certainly wouldn't hide the advertising company from her parents. She might not mention the shares, but she would definitely tell the elders about the rest.

So Zhao Fusheng wasn't at all surprised by Zheng Jianshe's reaction.

"Once is a coincidence, but twice or three times? That might not be the case," Zheng Jianshe said meaningfully.

Zhao Fusheng still kept a low profile and said calmly: "Regardless, I'm just a student. I still need to learn."

"Let's go, we'll go together." Zheng Jianshe smiled, gave Zhao Fusheng a careful look, then patted him on the shoulder.

The two entered the main building together and arrived at an office. Zheng Jianshe knocked on the door, and after hearing a "Come in" from inside, they entered.

"Oh, Professor Zheng, you're here." A middle-aged man in his forties, dressed in winter clothes, was writing something.

"Mm, I mentioned a few days ago that I wanted to buy the house, so I came to pay you quickly," Zheng Jianshe said with a smile.

"What are you saying? I might not trust others, but I trust you." The man smiled and then looked at Zhao Fusheng: "And this is?"

"Ah, a relative from home. My daughter was worried about me carrying the money alone, so she asked him to help." Old Zheng smiled and nodded at Zhao Fusheng.

Zhao Fusheng didn't waste words and directly took the money out of his backpack.

"This is 160,000. Do you want to count it?" Zheng Jianshe said to the man.

The man was startled, then swallowed and quickly said: "Please wait a moment. I'll call the finance department."

What followed was much simpler. The finance staff came, counted the money, and then the vice president in charge of logistics also arrived. Together with Zheng Jianshe, they signed the purchase agreement.

When he walked out of the office building, Zhao Fusheng was still a bit dazed: "That's it?"

Zheng Jianshe laughed: "What, did you think it would be more troublesome?"

Zhao Fusheng nodded and then said: "Honestly, I thought there might be some questioning or something."

"In a sense, discussing human gains and losses in terms of the infinite universe is vague and without foundation. People live in the world, observing people through people; gains and losses are like drinking water—only the drinker knows. So even if one laments that fate is beyond control, one must still have a persistence that cannot be abandoned. Since there is no ease in the adult world, one can only keep striving. The world is harsh; only by being true to oneself can one endure." Zheng Jianshe suddenly said to Zhao Fusheng.

Then the old man chuckled: "Don't guess what others are thinking. Hearts are separated by bellies, so you can never guess accurately. We only need to know what we want and what our cards are."

Zhao Fusheng was taken aback. Before he could say anything, the old man handed him the house contract and keys and left directly.

Watching the old man's back, Zhao Fusheng thought to himself, this old man is quite interesting.

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As they say, live and learn. Although Zhao Fusheng didn't understand why Zheng Yao's father had inexplicably said such a thing to him, he knew that this old man was not simple.

He had heard from Zheng Yao that when the Brain Gold advertisement aired, Zheng Jianshe had immediately seen the subtlety in it.

For such an old man to say such things to him for no apparent reason, Zhao Fusheng really didn't know what he meant.

All answers would have to wait for the future.

When Zheng Jianshe returned home, he was met with his wife's questioning.

"So, did you see the young man? How is he?" Zheng's mother had none of her usual decisive professorial demeanor; she was more like a gossip club member.

"I saw him," Zheng Jianshe smiled. "A good kid."

"Really?" Zheng's mother nodded. "That's a relief. Yao Yao can't run into bad people again."

"He and Yao Yao are not what you think," Zheng Jianshe unexpectedly shook his head.

"What? Did you ask him?" Zheng's mother was stunned.

Ever since Zheng Yao called and asked her parents to help Zhao Fusheng buy a house, they had assumed Zheng Yao and Zhao Fusheng were together, just not public due to their student-counselor relationship.

That's why Old Zheng had been so diligent in helping.

Originally, Zheng's mother had wanted to go see for herself, but her husband had stopped her. According to him, he would first check things out, and then she could step in.

But after meeting Zhao Fusheng, Old Zheng realized that perhaps he and his wife had overthought things.

Not to mention the age gap between Zhao Fusheng and Zheng Yao, but just from the way Zhao Fusheng treated him, Zheng Jianshe could tell it wasn't the attitude of a son-in-law toward a father-in-law, but more like that of a friend toward an elder.

Even so, Zheng Jianshe was quite satisfied with Zhao Fusheng as a person, which is why he gave him those words of guidance.

In his view, although Zhao Fusheng was young, he carried a certain world-weariness and always liked to ponder things.

Such cunning and depth were rare at his age, even a good thing, but the problem was that over time, he would lose that passionate drive to forge ahead.

"Young people like him are rare, so I gave him a few pointers." Zheng Jianshe recounted the meeting with Zhao Fusheng to his wife and finally laughed: "Your daughter is lucky. This young man is someone who can build a career."

In his opinion, that was enough.

Although he hadn't found a suitable husband for his daughter, seeing that her partner was such a person was quite interesting.

Zheng's mother listened to her husband with disappointment, sighed, and shook her head helplessly: "I thought Yao Yao had found a boyfriend."

Zheng Jianshe laughed heartily: "Oh, you! Think about it—when your daughter achieves success, won't good men be waiting for her to choose?"

Zheng's mother's eyes lit up as if she had thought of something.

At that very moment, far away in Binzhou, Zheng Yao suddenly shivered.

"What's wrong? Is someone thinking of me?" Zheng Yao muttered to herself, shook her head, and continued looking at the documents in front of her.