Chapter 0484 First Intimate Contact

Some spontaneous and innocent things are lost along the way to growing up. Even if you forcibly pick them up again and toy with them, they feel dull and uninteresting.

Zhao Fusheng once hated the idea of romance, because in his view, it was merely preparation for marriage or procreation. Men and women got together, using hypocritical words and actions to interpret their inner needs, thereby achieving their respective goals.

Back then, he had already entered middle age, losing his longing for the future and his pursuit of dreams. The goal of life was simply to be stable and peaceful.

Later, as he grew older, he gradually understood that if time were truly a panacea, then the sentient beings in this world would not have countless sufferings and endless partings.

What life gives each of us, in the final analysis, is growth.

Well, for Fan Baobao, it was the same.

She had never imagined that the person she used to bicker and fight with all day, after becoming her boyfriend, would be so keen on intimate contact with her.

Now he had even made such a request.

"No, I don't want to." Fan Baobao's face was bright red, perhaps from shyness or surprise. In short, she shook her head like a rattle-drum.

"Look at you, it's just holding you while sleeping. Is it worth being so nervous?" Zhao Fusheng, like a big bad wolf luring Little White Rabbit, said to Fan Baobao with a smile. "If you don't agree, I won't bother with Wang Qiang's matter."

"You, you person, do you have any sympathy?" Fan Baobao said angrily to Zhao Fusheng.

Zhao Fusheng blinked and said matter-of-factly, "There are plenty of pitiable people in this world. If I had to take care of every one of them, could I manage?"

Fan Baobao was stumped. She also understood that although Zhao Fusheng's words seemed heartless, they were indeed true. There were too many suffering people in the world; even Buddhas and Bodhisattvas couldn't save them all, let alone Zhao Fusheng, an ordinary person.

The bigger the heart, the bigger the stage—that's just chicken soup for the soul to fool fools. Acting within one's means is the true principle one should follow when doing good deeds.

"Alright, alright, I agree." Fan Baobao gritted her teeth and said to Zhao Fusheng.

Zhao Fusheng grinned triumphantly, opening his arms: "Come, come, let your great boyfriend give you a hug."

Fan Baobao snorted but still leaned into Zhao Fusheng's arms.

"It was really dangerous today. If it weren't for Xiaoqiang, Zhou Yun and I would have been seriously injured." Fan Baobao said softly, leaning in Zhao Fusheng's arms.

Recalling the scene, she still felt a chill in her heart. At that time, she and Zhou Yun had already seen the falling light fixture, but time was too short; the two were scared stiff and couldn't react. If not for Wang Qiang's chivalrous intervention, she and Zhou Yun would definitely be in the hospital now.

Plus, Wang Qiang was indeed a good person, so Fan Baobao wanted to help him out.

Zhao Fusheng had no objection to that. He smiled and nodded: "I know. That kid seems decent. I'll ask around for him later."

"Thank you." Fan Baobao looked up, straightened up, and gave Zhao Fusheng a radiant smile. "Close your eyes."

"Huh?"

Zhao Fusheng was startled but still closed his eyes. The next moment, a warmth touched his lips.

"Mmm..."

The next moment, his arms felt lighter. Fan Baobao had turned and run back to her room.

Zhao Fusheng watched the girl's retreating figure and smiled. He really liked this feeling. For him, this kind of life was especially joyful.

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The next morning, when Zhao Fusheng got up, Fan Baobao and Zhou Yun had already left. They left a note for Zhao Fusheng, telling him that they had arranged to have breakfast with Wang Qiang.

Zhao Fusheng was quite happy about that; it saved him the trouble of making breakfast.

"My dear boss, I heard you've been quite leisurely lately?" Just as Zhao Fusheng was glad he could rest well today, he received a call from Zheng Yao.

Blinking, Zhao Fusheng even suspected that this woman had installed a camera near him; otherwise, how did she know he was free today?

Seeing that Zhao Fusheng still didn't speak, Zheng Yao said irritably, "What's the matter? Did I dial the wrong number?"

Just as Zhao Fusheng was about to pinch his nose and say yes, Zheng Yao said, "If you dare say yes, believe me, I'll drop everything right now."

Zhao Fusheng was speechless for a moment, then laughed and said, "President Zheng, why so angry? Look at you, if there's something, just say it openly. Whatever it is, if I can handle it, I will."

Zhao Fusheng undoubtedly valued Zheng Yao as a partner. The two had started from humble beginnings and come this far. Although Future Advertising relied on Zhao Fusheng's creative ideas, without Zheng Yao's behind-the-scenes operations, success would have been difficult.

"It's nothing much. The advertising plans you made earlier have entered the implementation stage. But there's an advertising bidding conference in Beijing recently, and I want you to go take a look." Zheng Yao thought for a moment and said to Zhao Fusheng.

"Advertising bidding?"

Zhao Fusheng frowned, a bit puzzled.

"Yes, organized by a home appliance manufacturer. The name Gree shouldn't be unfamiliar to you, right?" Zheng Yao asked Zhao Fusheng.

Zhao Fusheng was startled, then laughed. In his mind appeared the famous formidable woman, Dong Mingzhu.

Zhao Fusheng had seen news about her many times in his previous life, but he hadn't expected that in this life, he would finally deal with her.

Thinking of this, he nodded: "I understand. I'll go. Send me the address later."

"Yes, if possible, I hope you can personally handle it and secure this order." Zheng Yao suddenly said to Zhao Fusheng.

Zhao Fusheng was taken aback, then felt somewhat helpless and surprised. If his guess was correct, his former counselor and classmate hadn't given up on the idea of entering Beijing.

Or rather, deep down, Zheng Yao's ambition to become the largest advertising company in China had never disappeared.

But he could also understand Zheng Yao's thinking. The business world is ruthless, like sailing against the current; if you don't advance, you retreat. If you don't strengthen yourself step by step, eventually the company will face the prospect of being swallowed up by others.

Therefore, in the advertising field, for Future Advertising to remain invincible, it could only continuously grow stronger, secure more contracts, and build its reputation.

And for an advertiser to impress a manufacturer, the most important things were undoubtedly the proposal and the quotation.

Whether TV commercials, promotional venues, or advertising channels, they were just ways to promote advertising, all aimed at increasing product sales.

In Zheng Yao's view, the only person in Future Advertising who could perfectly achieve this was Zhao Fusheng himself.

Of course, for an advertising company itself, winning over advertisers with creativity and proposals was most important. After all, advertisers' ways of survival are largely similar: small ads maintain operations, but when a big contract like Brain Gold appears that can sustain the company for three years, advertising companies swarm in.

Few companies were like Future Advertising, landing several big contracts in a single year.

After all, not every advertising company had a trump card like Zhao Fusheng.

"Aren't you going to ask me why?" Zheng Yao, hearing Zhao Fusheng's silence on the phone, couldn't help asking.

Zhao Fusheng smiled: "Why should I ask you? You're the one in charge of the company's management. I'm the major shareholder, but I'm not the manager."

Zheng Yao nodded: "I understand."

Then she hung up the phone directly.

Zhao Fusheng shook his head, put away his phone, and said nothing more.

In his view, securing Gree's advertising contract wasn't difficult. Advertising at this time wasn't as flashy as it would be ten years later; the goal was to leave the deepest impression on viewers and consumers in the shortest time. If it could become a topic of social discussion like Brain Gold, even better.

The question was, when Zheng Yao chose to enter Beijing at this time, was she full of confidence, or was her ambition not small?