Chapter 0690: Reinforcements

"Why did you think to call me?"

On the other end of the line, a voice was quite surprised, clearly never expecting that Zhao Fusheng would call him.

"What, President Han is now a busy man," Zhao Fusheng said lightly.

"Zhao Fusheng, if you have something to say, say it. Don't mock me like that." On the other end, Han Bin said helplessly, "If you call me by name, I think we can still talk. But if you call me President Han, why don't I give you my dad's number, and you two have a good chat?"

That's right, Zhao Fusheng's call was to Han Bin.

As the domestic general agent for Aipu phones, Han Bin was now riding high. Thanks to Zhao Fusheng's advertising campaigns, Aipu had become the mobile phone brand with the largest domestic market share, and the Han family had successfully completed their strategy of cleaning up their image.

In fact, this was quite normal. Among the many wealthy tycoons in the country, few had spotless histories. Those who reached the pinnacle of success with a completely clean slate were rare.

The relationship between Zhao Fusheng and Han Bin was not particularly close, merely decent.

Some people often think that having someone's number, having a few meals together, and chatting a few times makes them friends. But that's nonsense. So-called friends aren't just two people who know each other's names; they are people who, when one is in trouble, the other will help no matter how difficult it is.

"There's a project. I'm wondering if your company might be interested." Zhao Fusheng didn't beat around the bush and directly stated his purpose to Han Bin.

Han Bin was a man of deep cunning, not as straightforward as he appeared on the surface.

He might go around all day acting like a glutton, obsessed with eating, drinking, and having fun, but anyone who truly took him for a fool would be the real fool.

"A project?" Han Bin was puzzled. "You're into advertising now, and you're also planning to take on projects?"

In his impression, Zhao Fusheng was undoubtedly top-notch at advertising, but when it came to making money in business, Han Bin had never thought much of him.

With a slight smile, Zhao Fusheng said, "It's a project my father started. I thought if you were willing, you could join in."

"Huh?"

Han Bin was taken aback. Only then did he sense something more in Zhao Fusheng's words.

"Are you in Ninghai?"

After a long pause, Han Bin asked Zhao Fusheng.

Zhao Fusheng nodded. "I'll wait for you for three days. If you don't come within three days, I'll find someone else. Don't blame me for not warning you if you miss out on making money."

With that, Zhao Fusheng hung up the phone, leaving Han Bin no chance to speak again.

On the other end, Han Bin held his phone for a long time without saying a word, his brows tightly furrowed. He couldn't understand where Zhao Fusheng got the confidence to be so sure of himself.

"Could it be that this guy really has some big money-making project?" Han Bin sat there, thinking carefully.

If it had been a year ago, he wouldn't have believed a word Zhao Fusheng said and would have dismissed him as a fraud. But the problem was, thanks to Zhao Fusheng's planning, Aipu phones were now selling like hotcakes, and the entire Han family had completely turned over a new leaf, transforming from smuggling magnates to charitable entrepreneurs. Han Bin's father had said at home several times that that young man named Zhao was truly remarkable.

Han Bin knew very well that few young people earned praise from his father. Even he himself was often called a useless fool with no experience by his father, but his father held Zhao Fusheng in high esteem.

"Make preparations. I'll fly to Ninghai tomorrow." Thinking this, Han Bin instructed the secretary still working diligently beneath him.

"Mmm..." A vague, muffled response came.

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Chang'an Street was undoubtedly one of the busiest areas in Ninghai. During the day, the malls here were bustling with people, and in the evening, they were equally brightly lit and lively.

Though it was already winter, with New Year's Eve the next day, the chill in the air didn't deter people. For many young people, going out for fun didn't require considering the time or season; the only thing that mattered was who was by their side.

As night slowly fell, the neon lights on both sides of the street flickered, catching pedestrians' attention while subtly decorating the entire street.

Pedestrians walked in twos and threes, mostly young people, chatting as they went—discussing which restaurant had the best specialties, where the most fashionable clothes were sold. Couples walked arm in arm, smiling as they shared funny stories from their day or talked about the movie they had just seen.

In short, walking here, you couldn't sense any hint of decay; everywhere was filled with the vibrant energy and vitality of a city.

Zhao Fusheng stood at the entrance of Wanda Mall, looking up at the building.

But in his heart, he sighed softly.

Once upon a time, he had also thought that if his father could use this opportunity as a springboard, could he become a tycoon like the richest man in his previous life?

But reality proved that things in this world were never decided by wishful thinking alone.

He had only just succeeded in starting a business not long ago, and already people like Ma Qianli were coveting it. In other words, even if he defeated Ma Qianli this time, there would be Niu Qianli, Zhang Qianli popping up later. What would his father do then?

For Zhao Fusheng, his sights had never been limited to Ninghai, because he knew very well what his advantages were.

But after all, it concerned his father. He had heard from his mother that his father hadn't slept all night, and his eyes were red in the morning. It was clear that making these decisions now was not easy for him.

"A bunch of bastards!" Zhao Fusheng almost gritted his teeth as he said these words, his gaze gradually turning cold.

Since some people were ungrateful and didn't remember the friendship when his father helped them start their businesses, Zhao Fusheng saw no need to save face for them.

"Why did you choose to meet here?"

Just then, a car stopped beside Zhao Fusheng. Several figures got out, and Han Bin, at the front, walked over to him and asked curiously.

Zhao Fusheng shrugged. "The project I want to introduce to you is here, so of course we meet here."

"Huh?" Han Bin looked confused, staring at Zhao Fusheng. He found it increasingly baffling—what was Zhao Fusheng up to?