Chapter 0638: Paper Short, Love Long

Zhao Fusheng's good intentions—whether Zheng Yao or Fan Baobao—would certainly not be understood, after all, prescience is, for the vast majority of people, nothing more than a beautiful dream existing only in their fantasies.

But regardless, they all knew that Zhao Fusheng always had his reasons for doing things.

Trust is a good thing, especially trust among one's own people, particularly within the same group. If a person's credibility is especially high, it is undoubtedly beneficial for the operation of the whole.

Just like Zhao Fusheng now, in his small circle, decisions made by him were rarely questioned.

"You are really good to Fan Baobao," Zheng Yao said suddenly, taking a sip of the tea before her.

She naturally knew that eighty percent of the reason Zhao Fusheng was making this film was because of Fan Baobao.

As a woman, no one would not envy that.

After all, who wouldn't want a boyfriend who is wholeheartedly good to them?

Zhao Fusheng smiled and said nothing. He thought of a song he had heard and hummed casually: "How did I fall in love with her, and decide to go home with her, giving everything I have, all of it doesn't matter..."

"This song..." Zheng Yao frowned slightly. She suddenly realized this was a song she had never heard before.

Working in advertising, Zheng Yao considered herself knowledgeable about popular songs, but she could be one hundred percent certain she had never heard what Zhao Fusheng was singing.

But Zhao Fusheng did not notice Zheng Yao's reaction; he was just suddenly recalling the past.

No one knew that more than a decade later, people's communication would be confined to electronic screens, deletion requiring only a click on the 'X' in the upper right corner. The person for whom you once wrote letters to express your feelings would forever remain deep in your memory. Memories never need to flee, because every rainy season, like playing a recording, they automatically replay fragments, continuously replaying every moment of tacit understanding.

In that age when one could feel happiness wearing a white shirt and jeans, a girl would be moved to tears by receiving a rose worth a few yuan, and a boy didn't need to produce a property deed to prove the sincerity of his love. Everything was so simple, so natural. So young, unaware of the ways of the world, one longed for enduring love, but alas, paper was too short to tell the story of that youthful, long-lasting affection.

Perhaps it was at that time, sitting in front of the computer, looking at Fan Baobao's photo, that I shed tears.

"What's wrong with you?"

Zheng Yao glanced at Zhao Fusheng. Woman's intuition told her that Zhao Fusheng was in a bad mood.

"Nothing, just thinking about some things," Zhao Fusheng said with a faint smile.

Since he didn't want to say, Zheng Yao didn't press further. She changed the subject, and the two chatted about the company's development.

In fact, Zhao Fusheng rarely involved himself in the development of Future Advertising; most decisions were made by Zheng Yao herself. Zhao Fusheng only provided some advice on the general direction.

This was also the result of Zhao Fusheng's own consideration. After all, he excelled at the big picture, not specific execution. If he were actually to run a company, Zhao Fusheng himself had no confidence.

Everyone has their strengths and weaknesses. Truly believing that being a time traveler or reborn person makes one invincible in every battle is far too naive.

"By the way, let me tell you something. I'm planning to acquire some of the advertising companies in Binzhou recently," Zheng Yao said suddenly as she was leaving.

Frowning slightly, Zhao Fusheng found it strange: "You mean those small advertising companies in Binzhou?"

After all, the advertising industry, even today, had only emerged about ten years ago. Apart from rapidly rising newcomers like Future Advertising, most advertising companies were not large in scale. Especially in Binzhou, only two or three could compete with Future Advertising; the rest were small operations.

Zheng Yao's sudden mention of acquiring them truly surprised Zhao Fusheng.

"How can one allow others to sleep soundly beside one's bed? Our future focus will certainly be on the first-tier cities like Beijing, Shanghai, and Guangzhou. To resist external threats, we must first secure internal stability. I don't intend to leave any trouble in Binzhou," Zheng Yao said with considerable confidence.

Zhao Fusheng sighed. It had come to this after all.

Sometimes he wondered whether changing Zheng Yao's fate was right. In her previous life, she had left the country in obscurity; in this life, she had thrown herself into the business world. Which of these two paths suited her better? Only heaven knew.

"When you gaze into the abyss, the abyss also gazes into you. So, you can look, but don't look too long," Zhao Fusheng said suddenly after a long silence, uttering a cryptic remark to Zheng Yao.

Then Zhao Fusheng stood up and left the office directly.

Zheng Yao stood there stunned, only coming to her senses after a long while. Then she shook her head and laughed.

She wasn't stupid. Zhao Fusheng's words seemed disjointed, but in fact, he was advising her not to be blinded by money. After all, material things are certainly important, but if a person becomes a slave to money, then their life naturally loses its meaning.

Humans have seven emotions and six desires; each emotion matched with an expression is a sign that humans are advanced animals.

Cry when it's time to cry, laugh when it's time to laugh; if unhappy, shout out loud.

Zhao Fusheng's mood now was undoubtedly very good.

Although he had felt a moment of confusion because of Zheng Yao's change, Zhao Fusheng soon snapped out of it. He was no longer a young man in his twenties or thirties. Once a person passes the age of forty, they rarely feel confused about the future. After all, with age, if one still moans and groans like a sentimental youth, that would be a joke.

Every path in life has a reason one must travel it, just as when we make choices at a crossroads, every direction has its reason.

"People, it's better to be a bit selfish," Zhao Fusheng muttered to himself as he walked out of the company.

Everyone knows the big principles, but the problem is, unless one is a born saint, one should never follow the descriptions in books of how people ought to live.

The reason is simple: those are literary works, meant to educate people, representing universal values. We can praise the virtues depicted in those books, and occasionally, when we see such a person in the news or newspapers, we can worship them, passing down their names through generations.

But the problem is, although we know this path is correct, if everyone lives the same way, what meaning is there in life?