Chapter 0066: Brain Gold?

Many times, the stronger a person's ability, the more people are willing to help them. Although this seems like a paradox—since if one's ability is strong enough, why would they need others' help?—the fact is that the stronger a person is, the more allies they have, because others are not fools; helping a strong person naturally allows them to receive stronger help in return.

Of course, if your ability is poor, there will also be people willing to help you, because those who help you then are definitely your good friends. What they care about is you as a person.

To put it bluntly, strong people use their ability as capital, while ordinary people either use money or personal connections to gain others' help and regard.

And how to prove one's ability requires an opportunity and a process.

Obviously, Zhao Fusheng had already proven his ability. More precisely, Future Advertising had proven its strength to the business community in Ninghai through the advertising proposal for Runshengyuan Qingzui Lozenges.

So when Zhao Fusheng arrived at the studio, what he saw was a large pile of documents spread across Zheng Yao's desk.

"What's this?" Zhao Fusheng smiled and nodded at Bai Jie, then asked Zheng Yao.

Qin Wentao wasn't there; presumably he had gone out on business.

"These are all companies that contacted us in the past few days. Several are even well-known enterprises within the province." Zheng Yao picked one up casually and handed it to Zhao Fusheng. "Take a look."

Zhao Fusheng took it, glanced at it, and threw it back. "Not doing it."

"Why?" Zheng Yao was a bit puzzled.

"Sis, sanitary pads. Do you think I'm a god? I can't come up with an ad for this stuff." Zhao Fusheng said irritably.

Bai Jie let out a chuckle from the side; clearly, Zhao Fusheng's words had hit her funny bone.

Shaking her head helplessly, Zheng Yao pointed at Zhao Fusheng, but she understood that asking a college student to brainstorm advertising for women's sanitary pads was really a bit too much.

"Then you choose for yourself. According to the standards you mentioned—companies with solid strength and willing to invest in advertising—there are six in total." Zheng Yao pointed at the pile of documents and spread her hands to Zhao Fusheng. "Whichever you think we can do, I'll take it on. The ones we can't handle, I need to tell them we lack the capability."

"Okay." Zhao Fusheng nodded, picked up the stack of materials, and turned to leave.

"Hey, hey, hey, aren't you going to look at them here?" Zheng Yao asked Zhao Fusheng.

Zhao Fusheng waved his hand. "I'll read them back at the dorm. I'll let you know tomorrow."

Watching Zhao Fusheng's retreating figure helplessly, Zheng Yao wore a wry smile.

"That guy really doesn't act like a student." At that moment, Bai Jie stood behind Zheng Yao and smiled sweetly.

Zheng Yao reached out and pinched her cheek. "What's this? Got your eye on that guy?"

"Stop it." Bai Jie glared at her good friend. "I'm married. What nonsense are you talking?"

"So what if you're married? I really don't get what you were thinking. What's so good about that Wang Shen guy that you'd marry him?" Zheng Yao pursed her lips, clearly displeased with Bai Jie's husband.

"He's... good to me." Bai Jie seemed to think of something, said softly, then lowered her head and sighed.

Zheng Yao shook her head and said nothing.

Some things, even between friends, cannot be said.

After all, everyone has their own thoughts; what one might find objectionable, others might take for granted.

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The reason Zhao Fusheng wanted to go back to the dormitory to look over the materials was not a joke. He was actually not at ease now. Apart from maintaining the wo123 website daily, he spent the rest of his time studying.

Economics, business management, classical literature—knowledge from all fields, Zhao Fusheng devoured hungrily. He was even teaching himself foreign languages.

It was only after starting work in his previous life that Zhao Fusheng realized how insignificant one often feels after leaving school.

When it really came time to graduate and look for a job, few companies cared about your achievements in the student union on your resume; they valued more your internship experience and skills matching the position.

Therefore, Zhao Fusheng set a rule for himself: no matter how busy he was, he had to spend two to three hours reading.

Back in the dormitory, he spent an hour reading through the company materials. Finally, he selected one and called Zheng Yao.

"That Brain Gold company—how strong are they?" Zhao Fusheng asked Zheng Yao directly.

"You've finished reading?" Zheng Yao replied, not answering the question. Clearly, she had hoped Zhao Fusheng would choose something other than this Brain Gold.

Frowning slightly, Zhao Fusheng said flatly, “The inspiration in my head has nothing to do with the company.”

Zheng Yao immediately understood his meaning and sighed. “You, this guy... alright, I understand. I’ll contact them.”

Zhao Fusheng nodded and hung up the phone directly.

In this day and age, few people had keen insight. Zhao Fusheng knew this well, so he dared to make decisions for Zheng Yao. And Zheng Yao naturally accepted Zhao Fusheng’s choices, for the simple reason that in advertising, creativity always reigned supreme.

Without good creative planning, no matter how large an advertising agency was, it would eventually go under.

As a professional, Zheng Yao understood this better than anyone.

Opening the backend of the wo123 website, Zhao Fusheng found that the number of visits had risen again recently. It seemed that Su Xia's efforts were paying off.

In fact, the reasoning was simple. Most people who used the internet at this time were still in the early stages of being netizens, spending their days either in chat rooms or browsing various websites and forums. To put it bluntly, for the majority, those URLs composed of complicated English letters were like a foreign language.

Now, suddenly having a webpage that could conveniently help people find the sites they wanted to visit naturally made it very welcome.

A couple of days ago, Zhao Fusheng visited a few internet cafes near the school and found that the homepage on their computers had already been changed to wo123.

He called Su Xia to ask and found out that, as it turned out, the computer maintenance for the internet cafes near the school was handled by a friend of hers. This person thought wo123 was a good site and casually recommended it. The internet cafe owner liked the webpage, found it convenient, and simply set wo123 as the browser homepage for all the computers in the cafe.

For Zhao Fusheng, this was good news. At the very least, he had never intended for his website to become some lofty, high-end existence. What the masses liked was what truly suited the market.

Just then, Zhao Fusheng's pager went off. Glancing at the message, his expression froze.