Chapter 0451 Holiday Plans

Jiang Wen sometimes felt that Zhao Fusheng was mature enough to be creepy.

Well, to be honest, he felt that a director and actor in his thirties like himself couldn't see things as clearly as Zhao Fusheng, a twenty-something student who hadn't even graduated yet—a mere wet-behind-the-ears kid—and that left him a bit unbalanced.

It was like looking at someone else's child and then looking at your own, unable to help feeling like you might have been the neighbor next door back in the day.

Although he hadn't said it outright, Zhao Fusheng was sure that Jiang Wen had taken his words to heart.

Artists may have pursuits, but artists also need to eat.

If Jiang Wen were the kind of person who didn't know how to adapt and was rigidly stubborn, he wouldn't have later created a blockbuster like *Let the Bullets Fly*.

In short, Zhao Fusheng knew very well that Jiang Wen, like himself, had the kind of personality that could sacrifice something to achieve a goal.

It had to be said that time sometimes passed incredibly fast. Before we even noticed, we suddenly realized we had already missed too many things.

Like Zhao Fusheng, he now helplessly realized that time had flown to July.

In half a month, summer vacation would begin.

"What are you guys planning to do this summer?" Wen Yu lay in the dormitory and asked Zhao Fusheng.

The weather in July was scorching hot; the entire school felt like a giant steamer, with heat waves shimmering in the distance.

Not to mention anything else, even in Zhao Fusheng's dormitory, with two large basins of water on the floor, it was still unbearably hot and irritating.

Eating popsicles in big bites, Tan Kaixuan shook his head: "I'm not going back. I plan to stay at the store."

"Is your store that profitable?" Wen Yu blinked, looking surprised.

He hadn't paid much attention to the KFC that Tan Kaixuan had set up. Although he had gone with Han Meimei a few times, the prices were really not cheap, and as students, they couldn't bear to eat there every day.

Not to mention that Wen Yu had always cared about face; if Tan Kaixuan didn't take his money, he would feel embarrassed to take advantage of him.

As for Tan Kaixuan, he never mentioned how much money he had made in the dormitory, only occasionally bringing it up when eating alone with Zhao Fusheng, as a way to show off his achievements.

After all, since childhood, excluding the stock trading incident, this was the first time he had earned money on his own.

Even Tan's parents were shocked when they heard that Tan Kaixuan had made nearly a million in just over a month.

That's right, over the entire month of May plus June, this KFC store had made nearly a million in profit for Zhao Fusheng and Tan Kaixuan.

Even Zhao Fusheng was stunned when he heard the news.

Although there was some exaggeration—after all, the store had just opened, customers liked to try new things, and Zhao Fusheng had launched a bunch of promotions like half-price second portions and gifts for recharges—still, achieving such results shocked him.

Who doesn't long for success and fame? Whether it was Tan Kaixuan or Zhao Fusheng, they were the same.

People's desire for success has nothing to do with age or experience. Those who always say they don't care and are indifferent are mostly people who are already sure that success has nothing to do with them.

Otherwise, even with a one percent chance, which leader wouldn't want to be number one?

Which businessman wouldn't dream of being the richest?

Humans have always been the most hypocritical animals in the world.

Shouting "no" with their mouths, but their bodies are honest. Even if it's several times a night, they still enjoy it willingly.

"Not bad. Mainly, I've realized now that this market is actually huge." Tan Kaixuan blinked and said to Wen Yu.

Wen Yu was startled, then nodded: "Food is the first necessity of the people. That's true."

Zhao Fusheng listened to their conversation from the side, smiled noncommittally, and said nothing.

Tan Kaixuan had his own ideas, and Wen Yu had his. As an observer, Zhao Fusheng could see clearly, but he wouldn't say anything. Everyone has to walk their own path—that was the biggest lesson Wang Zhen's incident taught Zhao Fusheng.

"By the way, Old Zhao, what are you doing this summer?" Tan Kaixuan chatted with Wen Yu for a while, then looked up and asked Zhao Fusheng.

Zhao Fusheng smiled: "I might have to go to the capital."

"To Beijing?"

The two looked at each other, surprised, and asked: "Didn't your design pass?"

By now, they were both fully aware of Zhao Fusheng's identity as a designer and were willing to keep it secret as friends. In Wen Yu's words, being able to share a dorm with an almost legendary advertising designer—ten years from now, he could brag about it.

Zhao Fusheng could only thank them; there was nothing else he could say.

But he was sure that ten years later, even if Wen Yu bragged to others, he wouldn't use his advertising designer identity.

"It's not about that." Zhao Fusheng smiled: "I have some business to take care of in Beijing."

"Oh, if I need to buy anything later, I'll call you, and you can send it over for me." Tan Kaixuan said to Zhao Fusheng.

Wen Yu also said: "Meimei's birthday is in August. Help me pick out a gift in Beijing or something."

"Got it." Zhao Fusheng nodded.

He really did have things to handle in Beijing. Fan Baobao had called a few days ago; Wang Jinghua had arranged some roles for her, and she needed to use the summer vacation to audition. She wouldn't be coming back this summer.

Ms. Li Yuan had no objections to that, but she said that if Fan Baobao wasn't coming back, Zhao Fusheng had to go with her to the auditions.

Anyway, the family's income was getting higher and higher. Not to mention anything else, just the shares in Wanda Mall and the dividends from the KFC store had Li Yuan making money hand over fist.

Lately, she seemed to be discussing buying a house with Zhao's mother.

As for Fan Beibei, the little girl was going to be sent to kindergarten after the break. In Zhao's mother's words, the family was getting busier and busier, and they simply didn't have time to take care of her.

Fan Beibei didn't resist the idea. Although she was only a little over four, she was very sensible. Sometimes Zhao's mother and Li Yuan said she was a lot like Zhao Fusheng, a real little adult.

So, Comrade Zhao Fusheng, as an observer from Ninghai, was "dispatched" to Beijing to serve as Fan Baobao's temporary guardian and accompany her to auditions.

Fan Baobao wanted to refuse, but she backed down under her mother's fierce declaration: "If you don't agree, get your ass back here right now!" Then she called Zhao Fusheng in surprise, asking why her usually gentle mother had been so irritable lately.

Zhao Fusheng wiped his sweat, recalling something Tan Kaixuan had mentioned.

Recently, Li Yuan had been counting money at the store all day, counting until she got irritated...