Chapter 0068 Unexpected Esteem

Father Zhao and Mother Zhao were honest people. The more honest people are, the stronger their desire for success, because they all hope for a better life for themselves and their children.

It is said that greed is the driving force behind human progress, and indeed, that is true.

When Zhao Fusheng mentioned that there were no large shopping malls near the school, Mother Zhao's eyes lit up.

Although her education level was average—she became a nurse at a hospital after graduating from nursing school—she was still part of a public institution and not lacking in insight. She naturally understood that if her son wasn't lying, this was something worth trying.

"When Aunt Li is discharged from the hospital, your father and I will go take a look, and you can show us around," Mother Zhao said after some thought to Zhao Fusheng.

Zhao Fusheng nodded. After all, this was a major matter concerning the family's future development, so his parents would certainly need to be cautious.

Moreover, if they really opened a supermarket, the tens of thousands of yuan his parents had originally prepared would definitely not be enough; they might have to borrow money.

But Zhao Fusheng didn't plan to interfere too much. He would point out the right direction, but ultimately, how far they could go depended on his parents' abilities.

The reasoning was simple: knowing what could make money didn't guarantee that one would actually make money.

In *Goodbye Mr. Loser*, the protagonist Xia Luo told his friend Dachun's family to buy a house and hold onto it, but they sold it as soon as the price rose by two thousand yuan. Ten years later, the price there had increased more than tenfold.

Fate is like a great river; some people are in a babbling brook, while others are caught in a mudslide.

"I'm heading back to school," Zhao Fusheng said to his mother. Fan Baobao would probably chat with Li Yuan and her daughter for a while longer, and there was no point in him staying, so he might as well return to school early.

Mother Zhao nodded, hesitated for a moment, then said in a low voice, "Why don't you and Baobao get engaged first, after Aunt Li is discharged?"

"Huh?"

Zhao Fusheng was taken aback, then understood his mother's intention. She was worried that now that Fan Baobao was becoming famous, she might run away, so she wanted to strike first.

"Why are you staring at me? I'm doing this for your own good," Mother Zhao said, glaring at Zhao Fusheng when he didn't respond.

Zhao Fusheng smiled bitterly to himself, waved his hand, and said, "Let's talk about it later. I'm off now."

With that, he walked straight toward the elevator.

Regarding the engagement, Zhao Fusheng felt a strange sensation inside—not exactly liking it, but not resisting it either. Perhaps that was the mindset of a middle-aged man.

Back in the dormitory, he pulled out the promotional materials for a health product called Brain Gold. A smile crept onto Zhao Fusheng's lips as the catchy jingle from his previous life came to mind. He wondered how many people would be brainwashed this time.

"Hmm, I can't let anyone know that this ad slogan was my idea," Zhao Fusheng blinked and made a decisive decision. He didn't want to be cursed at by a crowd, after all, that catchy ad had way too many flaws.

But he had to admit, that ad was really powerful.

After briefly recalling the ad campaign in his mind, Zhao Fusheng lowered his head and began to read.

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The next morning, he got up, washed up, checked the website backend, and then received a call from Zheng Yao. The person in charge of Brain Gold Company had arrived.

"So fast?" Zhao Fusheng asked in surprise.

"Come on, they came all the way from the capital and stayed at the hotel yesterday," Zheng Yao said to Zhao Fusheng with exasperation.

In fact, she hadn't expected that the boss of that company would value their studio so highly.

"Alright, I'll head over now." Zhao Fusheng was taken aback; he hadn't expected that company to send someone all the way from the capital. Originally, he thought they would just send a fax.

Unexpectedly, they sent someone in person.

Since that was the case, he naturally had to meet them.

An hour later, Zhao Fusheng arrived at the studio. As soon as he entered, he saw Qin Wentao and Bai Jie sitting there looking somewhat nervous.

"What's wrong?"

He looked at them curiously and asked.

They had just received bonuses recently, so they should be happy, but these two seemed upset.

Bai Jie stood up, her ample chest trembling with the movement, making Zhao Fusheng a bit dizzy. Awkwardly, he averted his gaze, only to have Bai Jie lean close and whisper, "That Brain Gold company—their boss came in person."

"What?"

Forgetting the moist sensation near his ear, Zhao Fusheng was stunned. It turned out that Zhu Yushi himself had come, which was completely unexpected.

His impression of this man was that he had gone into business in the early 1990s, started from scratch, became a well-known wealthy figure, then went bankrupt, and when he rose again, it was through health products and games.

As for the specifics, Zhao Fusheng didn't know them well. After all, he wasn't a prophet; knowing of this man was already due to that catchy advertisement.

"Yeah, he brought two people with him. Zheng Yao is entertaining him now," Bai Jie said softly.

Zhao Fusheng nodded and walked into Zheng Yao's office.

Pushing open the door, he saw a man around forty sitting there, flanked by a man and a woman. Zheng Yao was on the sofa, talking with them.

Zhu Yushi wasn't particularly striking in appearance; he wore glasses and had a thin face, looking more like a researcher than a businessman.

"President Zheng, this is?"

Seeing Zhao Fusheng barge in without greeting, Zhu Yushi asked Zheng Yao curiously.

Zheng Yao smiled and pointed at Zhao Fusheng: "This is Zhao Fusheng, our company's sole advertising planner. The ad for Qingzui Throat Lozenges was his idea."

"This is President Zhu from the capital, who specifically wants to collaborate with us," Zheng Yao introduced Zhu Yushi and his two assistants to Zhao Fusheng.

"Teacher Zhao, hello, hello." Zhu Yushi was very warm, showing no sign of being a billionaire.

"Hello, President Zhu." Zhao Fusheng greeted him politely. This man was a titan in the business world, a true powerhouse. Having the opportunity to cooperate with him was undoubtedly a good opportunity for himself.

Everyone took their seats. Zhu Yushi looked at Zhao Fusheng and said with a smile, "To be honest, I didn't expect..."

"Oh?" Zheng Yao and Zhao Fusheng exchanged glances, quite surprised. Clearly, neither understood what Zhu Yushi meant.

Zhu Yushi smiled and said, "We've been wondering what the lead planner at Future Advertising was like, but I never expected him to be so young. Truly, heroes come from youth."

He meant it sincerely. Before coming to Ninghai, he had been prepared to burn his bridges. Having gone through bankruptcy before, although he now had products and funds, Zhu Yushi knew that he and his team couldn't afford another failure.

As the saying goes, 'The first effort gives you momentum, the second tires you, and the third exhausts you.' In fact, for a company, failing once means you can get back up, but if you fail a second time, the blow to the team's confidence would be unimaginable.

The reason Zhu Yushi chose to come to Ninghai in person was that he sensed a unique, unconventional approach in the Qingzui Throat Lozenges ad from Runshengyuan.

Intuition told him that this young man before him might bring him something different.