Chapter 0070: A Blow to the Head

Zhao Fusheng was actually a very greedy person at heart. In his eyes, apart from his parents and a few others, everyone else could be sacrificed.

Although this was somewhat selfish, Zhao Fusheng didn't think it was wrong. There were many selfless people in the world, all heroes, but unfortunately, he was not one of them.

Back in the dormitory, recalling the advertising slogans from his previous life that were almost universally reviled yet widely known, Zhao Fusheng began to write the advertising plan for Brain Gold.

Sometimes, when dreaming, Zhao Fusheng also thought about being an ordinary person, with a substantial income, working nine to five, no longer facing these challenges, no longer trembling for the future.

But upon waking, he was still in this seemingly real yet unreal world.

He had never understood why the superheroes in Hollywood blockbusters always yearned for ordinary life. Before his rebirth, he thought it was just the screenwriters' clichéd way to showcase humanity and build dramatic climaxes. After rebirth, he realized that the phrases 'more ability, more responsibility' and 'more work, more reward' were indeed causally related.

As a successful person, the more you give, the greater the returns you receive.

The plan for Brain Gold was actually not complicated at all; the character image and the advertising slogans were the keys to the ad's success.

Especially those almost brainwashing slogans, which were truly amusing.

Four hours later, Zhao Fusheng looked up, stretched, and let out a long breath.

On the desk, a complete advertising plan lay neatly arranged.

Many things are really just a matter of practice making perfect, as the saying goes, for those who know, it's easy; for those who don't, it's hard. Truly understanding this industry makes the work particularly simple. Conversely, if Zhao Fusheng were asked to write a book, he'd probably have to mull over it for days just to recall the books he'd read in his previous life.

Looking up at the night outside, Zhao Fusheng rubbed his neck, which was a bit sore.

He picked up his pager and saw several messages from Zheng Yao, all asking him to call her back. Pulling out his phone card, he dialed Zheng Yao's Xiaolingtong number.

"Why are you only calling back now?" Zheng Yao's voice carried a hint of dissatisfaction.

Zhao Fusheng gave a wry smile: "Sis, I've been writing the plan the whole time; when would I have had time to check the pager?"

Hearing his slightly hoarse voice, Zheng Yao's heart softened, and she said gently, "Don't push yourself too hard. We don't need to rush; there are plenty of people willing to let us do their advertising. We don't have to fight over Brain Gold alone."

Zhao Fusheng smiled: "It's fine, I've already written it out. Tell me about your situation."

Since Zheng Yao was so eager to talk to him, it meant she must have found something.

"You guessed right. That guy surnamed Zhu is indeed playing tricks." Zheng Yao's voice carried a trace of hatred, almost through gritted teeth: "He not only contacted us but also other companies, and the guy pulled a stunt."

"What happened?"

Zhao Fusheng frowned; he could tell that Zheng Yao was very angry.

"On his way here, he didn't just contact our company; he basically reached out to all the well-known advertising firms in the north, and he's decided to hold a bidding conference in the capital next week."

"In other words, on one hand, he's putting on a show of seeking talent with humility, and on the other, he's contacted the entire northern advertising industry?" Zhao Fusheng said in surprise.

"Yes, the media has already started reporting on it." Zheng Yao smiled bitterly. "I have to say, compared to him, we're far behind. He's a true master of hype."

After speaking, both fell into silence. They had to admit that there was still much for them to learn.

"What do we do?"

After a long while, Zheng Yao's voice rang out as she asked Zhao Fusheng. At this moment, she could only choose to listen to his opinion.

Zhao Fusheng laughed. "What can we do? Since he's set up the stage, we might as well put on a grand show."

Zheng Yao was taken aback; she didn't quite understand what Zhao Fusheng meant.

Zhao Fusheng said calmly, "Call Zhu Yushi and tell him I want to see him."

"Alright."

Zheng Yao nodded and agreed. Regardless, since Zhao Fusheng said he wanted to see Zhu Yushi, she had no choice but to let him do it.

Unexpectedly, Zhu Yushi quickly agreed to meet Zhao Fusheng. The next morning, accompanied by Zheng Yao, Zhao Fusheng arrived at the hotel where Zhu Yushi was staying.

"President Zhu, I admire you!" Zheng Yao's first words to Zhu Yushi were blunt.

Regardless of Zhu Yushi's status, his skill in hype was indeed impressive. At the very least, Zheng Yao had received several calls from the media that morning asking if she was negotiating a partnership with Brain Gold.

To be fair, Zhu Yushi's approach this time was beyond reproach; at most, it could be said that he was very good at creating momentum.

"Heh, Manager Zheng, I don't understand what you mean." Zhu Yushi smiled, but there was no guilt on his face.

Business is like a battlefield; everyone acts for their own interests. Naive and ignorant people will inevitably suffer in the business world. In Zhu Yushi's view, the two young people from Future Advertising might be lucky to have met him. At least, at the start of their careers, they could understand the cruelty of business, which was better than being stabbed in the back at a critical moment.

"It's fine. Thank you, Mr. Zhu, for thinking highly of us and choosing our studio to participate in the bidding." Zhao Fusheng smiled faintly, looking at Zhu Yushi, and said calmly, "But since we're bidding, I hope President Zhu won't regret it."

Zhu Yushi looked up and studied Zhao Fusheng seriously. Their brief two meetings were not enough for him to appreciate the young man before him. He didn't have a sharp eye for discerning geniuses, nor was he a reclusive master seeking a disciple to inherit his legacy. But he could see in Zhao Fusheng's eyes a stubborn earnestness, something rare among the countless young people he had met that left a deep impression on him.

Zhu Yushi smiled lightly and said to Zhao Fusheng, "Young man, don't be too confident."

Zhao Fusheng gently shook his head. "President Zhu, I'll say it again: if you had only approached our company for cooperation, perhaps this matter wouldn't have turned out the way I expect. But now, I can only say that you might regret it."

With that, he stood up and walked away.

"This..." The assistant behind Zhu Yushi frowned and opened his mouth to say something, but Zheng Yao didn't give him a chance. She smiled at Zhu Yushi and said, "President Zhu, see you later."

With that, she also slipped away, leaving behind a furious assistant and a pensive Zhu Yushi.