Chapter 0047: Actually, I'm an Old Driver

Most of us, including Zhao Fusheng in the past, actually wanted to turn life into poetry, sometimes simple, sometimes exquisite. But life turned into a song, sometimes unreliable, sometimes out of tune.

So once given a chance to start over, Zhao Fusheng longed for success, longed to prove himself.

Because he knew very well that one always has to force oneself to grow—either force oneself to excel, or default to degeneracy.

Having degenerated before, Zhao Fusheng was unwilling to repeat the same mistake; he only hoped to become stronger.

Sometimes, once a person has a goal to move forward, they often change dramatically. Mencius said, 'If not successful, then become a martyr.' The reason is simple: to achieve success, either meet the right moment and transform into a dragon, or remain unknown and fade into obscurity.

Of course, most ambitious people tend to ignore the latter, just as businessmen habitually forget that stealing too high a profit will lead to the gallows. What everyone remembers are only those successful ones standing high, looking down with contempt and living luxurious lives, showing the scene of 'the winner takes all.'

This is not surprising, because human nature is so greedy.

Dissatisfaction is precisely the driving force for the continuous progress of this society.

Ignoring Mu Qingqing, who was stomping her feet behind him and about to go crazy, Zhao Fusheng strolled leisurely toward the dormitory. His words just now, though direct, had stated a fact.

Mu Qingqing, indeed, was not qualified to negotiate with him.

Schoolmate friendship is schoolmate friendship, business is business. Zhao Fusheng drew a clear line on this point. Between him and Mu Qingqing, they had not yet reached the stage of having no secrets.

Come to the studio for a moment.

Just as he reached the downstairs, Zhao Fusheng's pager went off. Looking at the message, he shook his head helplessly. This woman Zheng Yao was really too restless.

But thinking about it, it was fine. Since the studio was established, he had only been there once, when he sent Qin Wentao over. He hadn't gone for several days. Zheng Yao's advertisement should be starting shooting soon, after all, Fan Baobao had taken three days off.

In fact, Zhao Fusheng knew that it didn't need that long. Shooting that ad was particularly simple—just one scene, one day was enough.

Of course, he would never say this to Fan Baobao. If he did, Miss Fan would easily drag him down with her.

The studio was located near Zhao Fusheng's dormitory. Zheng Yao had deliberately rented a medium-sized storefront. In her words, at least they needed a facade.

To this, Zhao Fusheng said that it was entirely Teacher Zheng's vanity at work.

As soon as he entered, he froze. Inside the office, besides Zheng Yao and Qin Wentao, there was another woman. She was in her early twenties, with fair, delicate skin that radiated a healthy glow. Her face was like peach blossoms, her standard almond-shaped eyes held a faint, dreamy haze, as if curved with autumn water. Her light, delicate brows and small, red lips were always pursed in a half-smile. She was not very tall, yet gave an impression of slender elegance.

She wore a short white gauze dress and a red pure cotton T-shirt. Her long, shapely legs were bare without stockings, her fair thighs exposed. A pair of white soft-leather shoes were small and exquisite. A youthful aura permeated her whole body, exuding a disturbing allure.

Frowning, Zhao Fusheng, to be fair, was really startled.

Who was this beautiful woman?

"Here you are." Zheng Yao, seeing Zhao Fusheng, greeted him boisterously and pointed at the woman: "Bai Jie, my best friend, our studio's accountant."

As she spoke, she said to Bai Jie: "Zhao Fusheng, our studio's only planner."

"Ah, hello, hello." The woman named Bai Jie quickly stood up and extended her hand to Zhao Fusheng, her full, firm breasts under the thin clothes gently trembling with her movement. Her well-proportioned figure traced a graceful curve.

"Hello." Zhao Fusheng blinked, also extending his hand, but instead of shaking Bai Jie's hand, he made a virtual handshake.

The so-called virtual handshake meant that the two maintained the motion of shaking hands, but Zhao Fusheng's hand did not actually touch Bai Jie's—a polite gesture, since they weren't really that familiar.

"Alright, now the studio's staff is finally complete." Zheng Yao clapped her hands, looking excited.

Clap, clap, clap!

Zheng Wentao and Bai Jie applauded enthusiastically, but Zhao Fusheng was still lost in thought.

"Hey, hey, hey, what are you thinking about?" Zheng Yao glared at Zhao Fusheng and said.

Zhao Fusheng shook his head. "Nothing, just something else. By the way, how's the ad shoot preparation going?"

As a seasoned pro, although he was a bit surprised by a certain name, he still controlled his emotions and expression well—yes, it was just a coincidence.

"Basically no problem, but are you really not going to the shoot?" Zheng Yao said to Zhao Fusheng with a smile. She was really looking forward to seeing Zhao Fusheng meet his childhood sweetheart.

But unfortunately, Zhao Fusheng had already seen through her little scheme—it was just women's gossipy curiosity.

"No need. Later, tell President Liu that if the ad works well, my proposal will come with a fee." Zhao Fusheng said calmly.

They hadn't brought up this issue before because Zheng Yao had signed the contract with Liu Shaomei under the studio's name, meaning the studio was responsible for producing the ad, and Runshengyuan Company would pay the studio a production fee.

But the problem was that the proposal was Zhao Fusheng's, so that fee would have to be calculated separately.

Zheng Yao naturally understood this and nodded: "Don't worry, I'll handle it."

She knew very well that without Zhao Fusheng's proposal, she wouldn't have been able to secure the Runshengyuan ad, because even though her parents were close friends with Liu Shaomei, friendship was friendship, and business was business.

Zhao Fusheng nodded and glanced at Qin Wentao: "Class monitor, so you're planning to work your way through school to the end, huh."

Qin Wentao blinked, looking innocent: "Listen to you, what do you mean 'work your way through school'? I told Teacher Zheng, I'm just helping out and gaining some experience."

Zhao Fusheng didn't expose his intentions—he just wanted to get closer to Zheng Yao, the counselor, because not only was she a counselor, but her parents were well-known professors at the school, and her father was even the vice principal.

For Qin Wentao, who was determined to take the graduate entrance exam, currying favor with Zheng Yao was equivalent to currying favor with her parents.

Everyone has the right to choose their own way of life. Zhao Fusheng observed coldly but wouldn't interfere casually.

After all, who cares if a spring breeze ripples the pond?