Chapter 0318: Husband and Wife Return Home Together

When Zhao Fusheng was young, he was actually quite dissatisfied with his father, or rather, this was a common flaw among most boys—always thinking that his father was too weak and incompetent, overthinking everything, and only knowing how to express his thoughts through roars and slaps.

When he first graduated from university, Zhao Fusheng still thought that his father stopping him from going to Beijing was simply cowardice, lacking even the courage to pursue his dreams.

But only after he had been in society for a few years did Zhao Fusheng realize that it wasn't that his father was too conservative, but that he himself was too naive.

When you make mistakes on tests, fail, and get your parents called in, there's always a chance for you to correct them. Even in the harshest exam of school, the college entrance exam, if you fail, there's retaking it waiting for you. School gives you countless opportunities to try and err, and the consequences of all mistakes are basically within foreseeable and bearable limits.

But once you enter society, it's a live broadcast every minute. One mistake can lead to eternal regret, and even some mistakes not caused by yourself can leave you helpless. You have a family, rent a house, and the landlord wants to sell it, telling you to get out by tomorrow. You have no choice but to leave; there's no make-up exam or retake to save you.

The cruelest part is that no one cares about your feelings. No matter how arduous your process, in people's eyes, only the result matters. Survival of the fittest.

This is real life, a reality that every child sheltered under their parents' wings finds hard to believe. Though cruel, it proves one thing.

There is never any ease in the world of adults, because no matter what you do, you'll find that meaningful things and difficult things are often the same thing.

"Are you really going to let your second uncle and cousin raise chickens and pigs?" On the way back to school, Fan Baobao asked Zhao Fusheng curiously.

Zhao Fusheng smiled: "What, you think raising chickens and pigs doesn't make money?"

Fan Baobao didn't say anything, but that was indeed what she thought. The reason was simple: for a long time, in the eyes of many city dwellers, raising chickens and pigs was considered dirty, hard work.

Not to mention Fan Baobao, even Zhao Fusheng himself, at this age in his previous life, held the same view.

But as he grew older, Zhao Fusheng gradually understood that many things are not as simple as they seem. In other words, some things should not be underestimated.

"Let me tell you, don't be so sure. As long as they grow their vegetables well and raise their pigs well, in a few years, they'll definitely be no worse than anyone else," Zhao Fusheng said to Fan Baobao with a smile.

Fan Baobao frowned slightly, clearly doubting Zhao Fusheng's words, because what he said always felt a bit unreliable.

Zhao Fusheng smiled and didn't explain further. Saying too much about many things is meaningless; only when the facts are laid out before your eyes do they truly matter.

The two returned to their住处. Fan Beibei didn't come along. Earlier, Zhao Fusheng's suggestion had been agreed upon by both his mother and Li Yuan. They decided not to act as before, because, as Zhao Fusheng said, their actions, though well-intentioned, were not what a manager should do.

A truly mature business manager needs to focus on management, not work like a worker.

Of course, in Zhao's mother's words, it was to give Zhao Fusheng and Fan Baobao some time alone as a couple.

Zhao Fusheng remarked that he was fine on his own.

Of course, he only dared to mutter this to himself. If he said it out loud, not to mention whether Fan Baobao would chase him for three thousand miles, it was very likely that Zhao's parents and Li Yuan would let him taste what a super invincible combo punch felt like.

"By the way, are you really going to Shanghai in a few days?" Fan Baobao thought for a moment and said to Zhao Fusheng.

Earlier at the dinner table, Zhao Fusheng had mentioned to his parents about going to Shanghai, with the simple reason being a company assignment.

Although they had always hoped Zhao Fusheng would focus on his studies, in Zhao's parents' eyes, Zheng Yao really valued Zhao Fusheng, and they couldn't let her down.

After much deliberation, they could only let Zhao Fusheng continue at Future Advertising, but they made a request: he had to get a scholarship.

In Zhao's parents' view, if their son could get a scholarship, it would prove his academic performance was good.

In fact, Zhao's parents' thinking was still stuck in the early understanding of university.

They didn't know that the once pristine campus had already begun to change. Universities were no longer just about earnest students; the criteria for measuring a person in the ivory tower had started to lean toward family background and money. Some children from wealthy families at school looked down on the wisdom, worldview, outlook on life, values, ideas, and thoughts of the poor... to the point where almost everything was dismissed by such people. As for scholarships and the like, they had become the sole domain of many class and student union cadres.

Zhao Fusheng remembered clearly that a few years after graduating, he had dinner with Wen Yu once. Drunk, Wen Yu said angrily: "When you rack your brains to be good to others, their indifference and coldness chill you to the bone. When your values clash with the ethos of society, when everyone in society thinks money is important and morality is not, no one cares whether you live or die or how you feel. No matter what you've been through, in the end, people only see the result. That's the reality of society. You don't need lofty integrity; as long as you can make a lot of money, feelings mean nothing, the past years mean nothing. This is a materialistic society."

At that time, Wen Yu's family had declined, and his life had undergone a huge change. Although somewhat extreme, Zhao Fusheng had to admit that what he said was not wrong.

But Zhao Fusheng couldn't tell his parents these things, because if he did, they might not believe him, and even if they did, they would think their son had turned bad.

In this era, the meaning of the phrase 'turned bad' was too serious. Zhao Fusheng didn't want to be labeled that by his parents.

Hearing Fan Baobao's question, Zhao Fusheng laughed: "What, can't bear to see me go?"

Fan Baobao gave a cold laugh and glanced at Zhao Fusheng: "Are you awake?"

Zhao Fusheng smiled awkwardly: "Look at you, can't even take a joke."

Then he waved his hand: "I'm going on business. I'll probably be back in about half a month. If you haven't left by then, I'll see you off to Beijing."

Fan Baobao shook her head: "No need. I can go by myself. You take care of your business. Boss Zheng has a bad temper; don't let her fire you."

Then she snorted to herself: "I don't think she will. She's willing to let you live in such a nice house, so she definitely won't fire you."

As she said this, she herself didn't know why, but she felt an inexplicable discomfort.

Zhao Fusheng also felt awkward. He couldn't tell Fan Baobao that the villa was his; if he did, he'd have to explain everything, and there was a whole bunch of stuff behind it that he really didn't know how to talk about.

After thinking it over, Zhao Fusheng glanced at Fan Baobao and said with a smile: "We'll talk about it later. But when you go back this time, you can have a chat with Wang Jinghua. After all, you're about to be a junior, so you can start considering taking on some ads with a healthy image."

Fan Baobao was taken aback, then nodded: "I understand."

After all, Zhao Fusheng studied this, so he had a say in the matter. Then Fan Baobao smiled at Zhao Fusheng: "You need to work hard. It would be great if someday I could shoot an ad that you wrote."

Ah?

Zhao Fusheng blinked, smiled, but said nothing.

Earlier, he had told Fan Baobao that his plan was just a draft, and Zheng Yao had shown it to a top planner who designed the entire campaign, which was how they got Liu Dehua and Zhou Feifei.

Fan Baobao didn't suspect anything. Such things were common in the film and TV industry. Even if she hadn't seen it, she had heard of it—like a so-called top screenwriter claiming to have participated in the scriptwriting of many movies and TV shows, but the scripts he wrote were actually written by a group of fresh graduates.

In Fan Baobao's view, the advertising world was probably the same.

And most importantly, Zhao Fusheng was only a junior in university. No matter how she thought about it, Fan Baobao couldn't imagine that this guy could come up with any amazing plan.