Chapter 0678 Seasickness

Zhao Fusheng originally thought that Lou Ye would resent him, after all, he had taken so long to handle the matter after promising him.

But in fact, he was wrong.

Not only did Lou Ye not curse, but he also particularly thanked Zhao Fusheng for his help, with sincere and respectful attitude, making Zhao Fusheng unable to imagine that this person was the same literary youth he had met in the restaurant.

Later he learned that Lou Ye had begged countless people, but only Zhao Fusheng had handled the matter; the rest, no matter how readily they agreed at the dinner table, all ended up brushing him off.

Successology has a certain deceptiveness, the biggest deception being that they do not maximize the role of luck. Any individual's success is largely due to luck. This is not to say that such successful people are incapable; if they were placed in a different environment or at a different time, they might not achieve what they have.

Zhao Fusheng only understood this truth now.

The advertising plan was finished quickly, but Dong Chenxi gave Zhao Fusheng a task he never expected.

"Are you kidding me? Let me be the supervisor?" Zhao Fusheng stared wide-eyed at Dong Chenxi in front of him; the woman was flipping through his completed advertising plan without even looking up.

"That's right. The company is short-handed now, and none of us understand this area. You've had some contact with entertainment industry people, so after consulting with President Zheng, we plan to send you." Bai Jie smiled slightly, giving Zhao Fusheng a smug grin.

"Is it absolutely necessary?" Zhao Fusheng took a deep breath and asked seriously.

"Absolutely necessary!"

Answering him were the determined gazes of Dong Chenxi and Bai Jie.

Zhao Fusheng sighed and shook his head helplessly. He was speechless with these two women.

But he also knew that both Dong Chenxi and Bai Jie were merely executors; the real mastermind was Zheng Yao.

Zheng Yao had always hoped that Zhao Fusheng's talent would not go to waste, so she tried hard to get him involved in the company.

It was also quite amusing: the two of them were not like a major shareholder and a manager. In other companies, major shareholders want to participate in management to avoid being stripped of power, while managers try to limit the shareholder's power to avoid being ousted.

But what about Zhao Fusheng and Zheng Yao?

Zhao Fusheng couldn't be bothered with company affairs, wishing he could do nothing and just be a hands-off boss. Zheng Yao, on the other hand, always tried to get Zhao Fusheng to take charge of specific matters and be more involved.

Their battle of wits had been going on for a long time. Clearly, this time, Zhao Fusheng lost.

Back home, Zhao Fusheng told Fan Baobao about the matter. Fan Baobao looked at him with a dazed expression: "You mean you're going to be a supervisor, um, like Jiang Wen?"

Zhao Fusheng shook his head: "I'm not as hardworking as him. I'm just a nominal supervisor."

That was his agreement with Dong Chenxi and the others; he was only a nominal supervisor. After all, Future Advertising was not the main investor; the bulk of the funds came from Nai'an's company, that is, Lou Ye's old friend.

In short, Zhao Fusheng was just going along to lend his name and play a supervisory role, since Future Advertising had also invested over a million.

"Alright then, go ahead. I'll move back to the dormitory recently." Fan Baobao tilted her head, thought for a moment, and said to Zhao Fusheng.

Without any reluctance, as she put it, they would have most of their lives to be together, so this little separation was perfectly acceptable.

Zhao Fusheng blinked, not understanding her boring idea.

Fan Baobao happily moved back to the dormitory, while Zhao Fusheng followed the crew to Shanghai.

Actually, there was another reason he didn't oppose this: he could take the opportunity to meet with Chen Shoufu and talk about Shanda.

After all, he had invested money, so he had to keep an eye on it.

……

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Previously, when going to Shanghai, he either took the train or the plane. This was Zhao Fusheng's first time on a boat.

That's right, after taking the train from Beijing to Shanghai, before Zhao Fusheng could meet Chen Tianqiao, he was dragged onto a boat by Lou Ye.

Well, it was a boat Zhao Fusheng had never seen before.

"Old Lou, is this thing safe?" Zhao Fusheng blinked and asked Lou Ye.

There was no help for it; the hull was covered in rust, hung with a few rubber rings, and occasionally made a puttering sound, completely overturning Zhao Fusheng's romantic impression.

He no longer cared about the Shanghai scenery along the shore; he was just worried about being trapped under an overturned boat.

Suzhou Creek, commonly known as the Shanghai section of Wusong River, a tributary of Huangpu River, which is a tributary of the Yangtze River. The generally recognized section starts from North Xinjing in Shanghai's urban area and flows into the Huangpu River east of Waibaidu Bridge. Sometimes it also refers to the entire Wusong River.

The banks of Suzhou Creek were the center of Shanghai's initial formation and development, giving birth to almost half of ancient Shanghai, and later took a hundred years to become the water framework of the international metropolis Shanghai. The lower reaches of Suzhou Creek near the sea are called Hudu, which is the origin of Shanghai's abbreviation.

Today, Suzhou Creek is more like a vegetable market.

People and boats coming and going, noisy residential areas on both banks, adults cursing, children crying, housewives squatting to wash vegetables and cook...

"I grew up here. This place holds many childhood memories..."

Lou Ye walked over, holding the boat's side, and said to Zhao Fusheng.

"Ah..." Zhao Fusheng looked completely bewildered, clearly not understanding his words.

There was no help for it; he wasn't a literary youth. If Lou Ye's words were said to someone like Old Jiang, they would immediately resonate, sparking ideological collision and inspiration.

But unfortunately, Zhao Fusheng was just an ordinary person. You could talk to him about the renovation of Suzhou Creek, but when it came to literary matters, Zhao Fusheng indicated he simply didn't understand.

"You know, for me, this is my bloodline. I look at this river, the water constantly flowing downstream, converging into the estuary, and then..." Lou Ye didn't notice Zhao Fusheng's reaction and continued speaking.

"Ugh..."

Zhao Fusheng's mouth twitched a few times, and he finally couldn't help but lean over the side of the boat and vomit.

He was seasick...

The boatman grinned and said to Lou Ye, "It's okay, he'll get used to it after a while."

Lou Ye's face was expressionless, silent, but his gaze looked into the distance.

Now he felt that what Jiang Wen said was absolutely right: Zhao Fusheng was just a bastard who had sneaked into the entertainment industry.