Chapter 0758: A Favor to Ask

For several days in a row, Zhao Fusheng couldn't get close to Fan Baobao. The girl seemed to still be brooding over the 'strawberry' incident, either hiding in her dormitory or making excuses about feeling unwell. In short, she resolutely refused to let Zhao Fusheng touch her.

Zhao Fusheng had no way around it. He had no idea what he had done that day when he was drunk—Fan Baobao refused to say, and he was too embarrassed to ask. He could only wait patiently until the girl calmed down.

As for Blind Shaft, Zhao Fusheng didn't bother to pay attention. With Jiang Wen around, there was no need to worry that Li Yang would suffer.

After all, in this society, no one who manages to become an artist is a fool—except for those artists who are only mourned after their death.

Dong Chenxi, Bai Jie, and the others had long been accustomed to Zhao Fusheng going directly to Zheng Yao without informing them. After all, Zhao Fusheng was different from them. As the current pillar of Future Advertising, if he did something like this, no one would think he didn't have the right.

Even if they were friends who knew each other when they were nobodies, differences in level often highlight changes in status. Time is like a pile of blue bricks; in the same years, some people are built into carved beams and painted pillars, while others construct a mirage that is visible but unreachable.

In the following days, Zhao Fusheng became even busier because MyHome was finally moving to Beijing. Previously delayed by some matters, this time, at his request, Dong Guoxiang brought along a staff member willing to go to Beijing with him, and they came to Beijing in two batches.

Zhao Fusheng never intended to hand this thing over to others entirely. The so-called 'professionals do professional things'—it depends on how you look at it. Some people can handle it, but others may not necessarily do well.

In the business world, it's all about deceit and treachery; everyone is an old fox who devours people without spitting out bones. Any business must be personally controlled.

A successful entrepreneur once said: 'When doing business, you must carry a steel rope and hang a lantern. Being bold is not scary; what's scary is lacking caution and being taken advantage of.'

Zhao Fusheng was all too familiar with examples like Wang Shi and Huang Guanyu. He didn't want one day to have a fire in his own backyard and have his lair raided.

In life, there are inevitably some things that, when recalled, bring deep regret—regret every time you think of them.

Zhao Fusheng didn't want to one day fall into endless remorse.

Fortunately, Dong Guoxiang was not one of those old hands. Comparatively speaking, he was still trustworthy. If it were the couple Wang Shen and Su Xia, Zhao Fusheng would never hand over the navigation webpage to them even if it killed him.

"Honey..."

Fan Baobao wore a white shirt. As she walked, she didn't bother to cover the exposed glimpses of her body. She sidled up to Zhao Fusheng and naturally took his arm.

Hearing this unprecedented address, Zhao Fusheng's body involuntarily trembled, and he shivered.

"What do you mean?"

Seeing Zhao Fusheng's reaction, Fan Baobao instantly lost her composure.

Zhao Fusheng shrugged and sighed helplessly: "Come on, what's the matter?"

No kidding, after knowing her for so many years, didn't he understand Fan Baobao? This girl was never the gentle type. If she said she had the spirit to swallow mountains and rivers, Zhao Fusheng would believe it. But playing coy and acting sweet? Hah, Zhao Fusheng thought this girl was a drama queen in the making.

"Can I ask you a question?" Fan Baobao's eyes flickered as she looked at Zhao Fusheng.

"Loved, no regrets, busy tomorrow, save the mother, save you." Zhao Fusheng didn't even listen to what the question was and immediately replied.

But Fan Baobao was dumbfounded, staring at Zhao Fusheng in bewilderment. Clearly, she didn't understand a word of what Zhao Fusheng said.

Zhao Fusheng was also a bit embarrassed, realizing he had probably misunderstood.

"Alright, what's the matter?" Zhao Fusheng sighed helplessly, looking at Fan Baobao.

Clearly, this girl wanted something from him; otherwise, how could she be so gentle?

Come on, the gentle approach doesn't suit you at all, Miss Fan.

"It's nothing really. Our school is organizing a party to send off the graduating seniors, and we need to perform. You know, Zhou Yun and I aren't good at singing or dancing. We can't just go up there and perform a cross-talk while others sing and dance, can we?"

Fan Baobao said with a grimace to Zhao Fusheng.

Zhao Fusheng looked at her and suddenly asked, "Whose idea was this?"

"Zhou Yun..."

Caught off guard, Fan Baobao accidentally sold out her teammate. Then she looked at Zhao Fusheng, "Please, pretty please? At most, tonight..."

With that, she leaned close to Zhao Fusheng's ear and whispered something.

After saying it, her face turned completely red.

Zhao Fusheng took a deep breath, trying to appear calm. Come on, you little vixen, don't you know what that promise means to a man?

"Fine, fine, I'll write it, I'll write it," Zhao Fusheng said, taking a deep breath to Fan Baobao.

No matter what, she was his girlfriend; if she needed something, Zhao Fusheng would definitely support her.

Besides, it was just writing a song; it wasn't a big deal.

As for what song to write, he had plenty of songs from girl groups in his memory; he could just write one for her.

Before Zhao Fusheng could start writing the song, he received a call from Dong Guoxiang.

"Fusheng, you'd better come over. There's something you need to decide," Dong Guoxiang said to Zhao Fusheng over the phone.

Zhao Fusheng frowned. "What's up?"

Dong Guoxiang rarely called him; since he did, it must be important.

"It's like this. In the past few days, several portal sites have contacted me, hoping to get our news recommendations," Dong Guoxiang said. "I'm a bit hesitant; you should make the decision."

Hearing this, Zhao Fusheng frowned. He hadn't expected this. He knew about advertising on navigation pages, but why were portal sites suddenly contacting him?

"Alright, I'll head over now," Zhao Fusheng said after thinking it over to Dong Guoxiang.

Since Dong Guoxiang wanted him to make the call, he would go over and also ask him what was going on. Why were portal sites suddenly approaching them out of the blue?

After all, at this time, portal sites like NetEase or Sohu were in their heyday, dominating the internet field, completely out of Tencent's league.

In other words, Charles Zhang was the protagonist of this era.

And now, Zhao Fusheng knew that perhaps he was about to officially become one of those who truly rode the waves of the internet tide.