Chapter 0498: An Eye for an Eye

Zhao Fusheng was never a goody-goody; the kind of thing where someone bullies you and you still put on a smiling face could never happen to him.

Simply put, Zhao Fusheng was a vengeful guy.

He remembered once hearing a saying: only those who do not avoid pain and confusion are qualified to talk about optimism and determination. Fate does not favor anyone, and joy and sorrow are not prepared for just one person.

No matter how hard you try, there will always be disappointments in life. Since that's the case, you might as well live according to your own heart.

From having nothing to where he is now, the confusion after Zhao Fusheng's rebirth had long vanished. Now, although he couldn't guarantee he would achieve some extraordinary career, in Zhao Fusheng's view, moving toward the goal Fan Beibei mentioned should be no problem.

Once there is a lamp in a person's heart, they naturally know how to go.

Accurately grasping the pulse of this era and thereby reaping the greatest benefits—that was the source of Zhao Fusheng's confidence now.

Things沉淀 in a nation's bones can never be changed, such as preference for sons over daughters, a society of personal connections, and collusion between officials and businessmen.

However, Zhao Fusheng didn't care that much. He had too many trump cards, so many that casually throwing one out would be enough to crush that so-called President Wu.

Zhao Fusheng could even be sure that when his proposal landed on Dong Mingzhu's desk, President Wu would be completely dumbfounded.

After all, based on Zhao Fusheng's understanding of that iron lady, such a large advertising project, so important to Gree's development, Dong Mingzhu would definitely look into it personally.

And as long as she saw that advertising proposal, she couldn't avoid meeting Zhao Fusheng.

This was the result of wisdom that transcended the era. Even if President Wu played dirty behind the scenes, it was useless, because he wasn't just facing Zhao Fusheng, but also a group of advertising professionals pooling their ideas.

Although Zhao Fusheng was reluctant to admit it, what he was doing did seem like bullying a child.

But on second thought, it was President Wu who asked for it.

Putting the matter aside, Zhao Fusheng had a good sleep. As for whether Dong Chenxi and Bai Jie had the ability to submit the proposal, Zhao Fusheng didn't really care.

If they couldn't even do that, they wouldn't be valued by Zheng Yao.

Anyone who wants to survive long-term in the workplace cannot rely solely on their appearance or connections, because these are external conditions that can only bring temporary success, not lifelong success.

What truly allows a person to stand firm in the workplace, in the end, is their own ability.

Zhao Fusheng didn't know Bai Jie's ability, but he knew that Dong Chenxi was definitely not an idiot.

Nothing happened overnight. When he got up the next day, Zhao Fusheng received a text message from Dong Chenxi with only two words: Thank you.

A smile appeared on his lips. Zhao Fusheng replied, You're welcome, and turned over to continue sleeping.

He believed that Dong Chenxi should understand what he meant and know what to do.

In fact, in Zhao Fusheng's view, Dong Chenxi was undoubtedly a woman with strong malleability—capable, knowing when to advance and retreat, and most importantly, she understood when to do what kind of thing, which was particularly crucial.

As for Bai Jie, Zhao Fusheng was somewhat surprised. Originally, he hadn't had a good impression of her, but this time, Bai Jie clearly took the bullet for Dong Chenxi. Regardless of her motives, her actions earned Zhao Fusheng's respect.

He wasn't some naive child; there were many things he simply didn't bother to expose.

Zheng Yao probably also knew that the work Bai Jie faced as the head of public relations was more difficult than it appeared on the surface.

No wonder she and Qin Wentao had drifted apart.

But after all, that was someone else's private matter. Zhao Fusheng rarely asked about it and wouldn't interfere.

His focus now was more on his own businesses. Adhering to the idea that it's a fool not to make money, Zhao Fusheng's investment fields were actually very broad. As long as he had the ability, he would get involved. The saying 'don't put all your eggs in one basket' was taken to the extreme by Zhao Fusheng. Although these projects were too scattered and numerous to form a cluster effect, it had to be admitted that what Zhao Fusheng did were all low-risk, high-return projects.

In other words, as long as Zhao Fusheng was willing, he wouldn't face a situation where a broken capital chain caused the collapse of his entire commercial edifice. The tragedy of Zhu Yushi's Giant Group could not happen to Zhao Fusheng.

Of course, no one had noticed this yet, because Zhao Fusheng covered it up well. Almost everyone failed to notice that he was gradually building the foundation of his business empire.

By the time someone noticed, his wings should have already grown.

The mind not broken by gain and loss, praise and blame, fame and disgrace, pleasure and pain—this is called being unmoved by the eight winds. This was written in a book Zhao Fusheng liked very much in his previous life. He knew he couldn't achieve this yet, but since his rebirth, Zhao Fusheng had been striving toward this direction.

If a man sets aside his glamorous appearance, prominent background, and good looks, what is left?

Was it a bellyful of filthy water and obscenity?

Was it a cavity of whining complaints without illness?

Or was it a bosom of splendid mountains and rivers?

In Zhao Fusheng's view, the most important thing for a man was responsibility.

To parents, to family, to loved ones.

Since he chose to carry a heavy burden, he had to march forward courageously.

Time passed quickly, and in the blink of an eye, it was August thirteenth.

Zhao Fusheng received a call from Dong Chenxi early in the morning.

"Today is the official start of the bidding," Dong Chenxi said to Zhao Fusheng.

"Isn't it just submitting the proposal?" Zhao Fusheng asked, somewhat puzzled.

"Well, there's been a last-minute change," Dong Chenxi said with a bitter smile.

Zhao Fusheng was taken aback, then quickly understood; it seemed that Mr. Wu was up to some tricks. Thinking this, he smiled calmly and comforted Dong Chenxi, "Don't worry, we'll deal with whatever comes. No matter what tricks he plays, we just need to do our own job well."

"I know, but the problem is, today is the day we present our proposal..." Dong Chenxi laughed bitterly.

Originally, they planned to submit the bid at Gree's Beijing office today, but unexpectedly, the other party invited all the advertising companies together, which made her feel a bit worried.

Zhao Fusheng was also startled by the news, then gritted his teeth: "Send me the address, I'll come in person."

Regardless, since he had caused this matter, Zhao Fusheng had to see it through from start to finish, and he also wanted to see what skills these top planners in the Beijing advertising circle really had.

Dong Chenxi was stunned when she heard Zhao Fusheng's words, then reacted, her face full of shock. After a long while, she said hoarsely, "You, you're coming in person?"

Zhao Fusheng nodded: "Yes, prepare the slides and other materials; I'll give the presentation myself."

This time, he was going all out, determined to win this contract no matter what.

Dong Chenxi on the other end of the phone was ecstatic. What a joke—after knowing him for so long, she had never heard that Zhao Fusheng would personally participate in an advertising bid. If this news got out, a lot of people would probably be shocked.

Soon, Zhao Fusheng received the address sent by Dong Chenxi on his phone. He tidied up a bit, changed into a suit, and hurried to the hotel chosen by Gree.

"You're here." Dong Chenxi and Bai Jie greeted Zhao Fusheng at the door. As soon as they saw him, they said hurriedly, "At least ten advertising companies have come today; all the notable ones in the northern region are involved."

After all, Gree's reputation was well-known, and since the project was personally overseen by Gree's boss, no advertising company didn't want to win this contract.

Not every company was like Future Advertising, with a Zhao Fusheng at the helm; most of them operated on the principle of 'no business for three years, but one deal feeds for three.'

Zhao Fusheng smiled slightly, calming the anxious feelings of Bai Jie and Dong Chenxi. He glanced at the few staff members behind them and even recognized some familiar faces—senior alumni from Ninghai Normal University. After greeting them with a smile, he said to Bai Jie, "Sister Bai, what's the matter? Don't you have confidence in me?"

Bai Jie gave Zhao Fusheng a charming glance and said coquettishly, "Oh, come on, I might not have confidence in anyone else, but how could I not have confidence in you?"

She meant it. As one of the company's most senior members, she had witnessed Future Advertising grow from a small studio to what it was today. Although Zheng Yao never said it, Bai Jie could vaguely guess that the company's rise was inextricably linked to this guy.

In fact, Bai Jie and Qin Wentao had privately speculated that Zhao Fusheng was probably the mysterious designer.

But since both Zhao Fusheng and Zheng Yao chose not to say anything, they were happy to play dumb.

And now, with Zhao Fusheng personally stepping in, Bai Jie suddenly felt that today's matter no longer seemed like a problem.

They registered their personal information at the front desk, submitted a copy of the company's business license for Gree to verify the company's real information, and then followed the receptionist to the waiting room. In the waiting room, several groups were waiting for interviews with Gree.

Each group was a team, with at least a dozen people; only Zhao Fusheng's side had six, drawing more than a few glances from others.

A few minutes later, Mr. Wu walked in, his gaze sweeping over the crowd. When he reached Future Advertising, he suddenly revealed a meaningful smile: "I'm sorry, everyone, but due to the large number of advertising companies today, from now on, each company's presentation time will be shortened to three minutes. Next is Oriental Advertising, please follow me."

With that, he turned and left, but the room erupted.

Three minutes?

What kind of international joke was that?