Chapter 0767: Buying a Car

Fan Baobao's looks, if placed in ancient times, would at least be considered an outstanding beauty, even if not an unreasonable seductress like Daji or Baosi.

As a normal man, Zhao Fusheng naturally couldn't resist.

So amid Fan Baobao's exclamation, the bed was filled with spring...

...

An hour later, Fan Baobao's cheeks slightly flushed, she glared at Zhao Fusheng and slapped his shoulder: "Stop moving around and listen to me properly."

Zhao Fusheng smiled, but his hands didn't stop: "Go ahead, go ahead."

"Your game, when it goes into open beta, how do you plan to promote it?" Fan Baobao asked Zhao Fusheng.

Zhao Fusheng was taken aback and shook his head: "I don't know about that; I guess Chen Tianqiao will handle it."

He was telling the truth. Compared to his role at Ma Huateng's Tencent, Zhao Fusheng was more like an absentee boss at Shanda. Not because he didn't want to manage, but because he knew that Chen, the richest man, had too strong a desire for control. If he got too involved, that guy might develop other ideas.

At least Ma Huateng came from a technical background, and he could accept some technical advice from Zhao Fusheng.

Environment determines character, character determines destiny.

Whether it was Boss Ma or Boss Chen, both were businessmen. Whatever they did, their goal was to make money. Zhao Fusheng made his judgment only after analyzing their respective personalities.

At Tencent, Zhao Fusheng would strive to demonstrate his value and let Ma Huateng see it. At Shanda, Zhao Fusheng wouldn't interfere too much, because from start to finish, he never intended to share weal and woe with Boss Chen.

No help for it, people are different.

"Why don't we get involved?" Fan Baobao frowned slightly, clearly dissatisfied with Zhao Fusheng's answer.

It wasn't that she had any business ambitions; she just felt that since her man had invested so much money, there was no reason not to oversee it.

Wouldn't that be letting others benefit for nothing?

"I don't understand online games, and neither do you. Who would we send?" Zhao Fusheng laughed and ruffled Fan Baobao's hair: "Mom and Dad don't understand either. What do we do?"

"Well..."

Hearing Zhao Fusheng's words, Fan Baobao hesitated.

"If someone does something better than you, treat that person as a guest of honor." Zhao Fusheng patted Fan Baobao's head with a smile: "Simply put, let professionals do professional work. We just need to hold on to what we can."

Fan Baobao nodded vaguely, clearly not fully understanding the principles Zhao Fusheng was talking about.

But overall, she understood his meaning: under the current circumstances, he didn't plan to get involved in the management of that internet company.

In the following days, Zhao Fusheng's life returned to calm, while Fan Baobao became busy. Graduation season was approaching; senior students at the Central Academy of Drama were leaving, and as juniors, they had to put on a brilliant performance.

Besides rehearsing the song with Zhou Yun, Fan Baobao's class also rehearsed a play. As one of the class's representatives of good looks, Fan Baobao had the honor of playing the female villain lead.

That's right, the female villain lead.

"I don't know what that damn screenwriter was thinking, making me play the villain..." Fan Baobao complained to Zhao Fusheng while reciting her lines at home.

Zhao Fusheng chuckled without a word, bringing washed fruit to the coffee table. His girlfriend was in an extremely irritable state right now; it was better not to provoke her.

"Ahhh, I'm so mad!"

Fan Baobao, while reciting her lines, suddenly became furious and started shouting in the living room.

Zhao Fusheng looked left and right, thought for a moment, quietly slipped out of the living room, and returned to his own room.

In this state, Fan Baobao wouldn't listen to any reasoning he offered. Zhao Fusheng decided not to reason with her and let her vent in the living room. After all, once she had vented enough, she would still have to buckle down and memorize her lines.

Sure enough, the next morning, Fan Baobao was back to normal.

"Why did you run off last night?"

While eating breakfast, Fan Baobao asked Zhao Fusheng.

"No, I was reading documents until late. When I came down, you were already asleep. I covered you with a blanket and went back to sleep." Zhao Fusheng shrugged, looking innocent.

Of course, he wouldn't tell Fan Baobao that he only came down after she had fallen asleep in the living room.

Coming down when Fan Baobao was asleep, and coming down after Fan Baobao was asleep—same content, but the meaning was completely different.

Fan Baobao was startled, remembering that she did have a blanket on her when she woke up. She nodded and didn't pursue the matter with Zhao Fusheng.

Although women often act unreasonably with those close to them, it depends on the situation. At least in this case, even if Fan Baobao felt something was off, she wouldn't get angry with Zhao Fusheng.

After seeing Fan Baobao off, Zhao Fusheng let out a long breath, shook his head helplessly, and dialed Jiang Wen's number.

"What are you up to?"

"Just dropped off Zhou Yun. I'm near your place." Jiang Wen was quite surprised to receive Zhao Fusheng's call.

"Good, come pick me up. I have something to discuss with you."

Zhao Fusheng thought for a moment and said to Jiang Wen.

Half an hour later, Zhao Fusheng and Jiang Wen sat in his car. Jiang Wen looked at Zhao Fusheng speechlessly: "You want to buy a car?"

"Yes, to be precise, buying a car for Fan Baobao."

Zhao Fusheng said calmly.

"Don't you have no money?" Jiang Wen was a bit baffled. If he remembered correctly, Zhou Yun had mentioned that Zhao Fusheng had invested all his spare funds into some project.

"You do." Zhao Fusheng glanced at Jiang Wen and said matter-of-factly.

"What?"

Jiang Wen was dumbfounded. He nearly floored the accelerator, then stopped the car and stared at Zhao Fusheng: "You, broke, want to buy a car, and you want me to pay?"

Zhao Fusheng nodded: "That's right. You're very smart."

"Smart my ass." Jiang Wen said irritably: "Are you taking advantage of me?"

Zhao Fusheng shook his head: "Future Advertising recently landed an ad campaign for Rolex. They need to find a domestic spokesperson."

"What does that have to do with me?" Jiang Wen retorted.

But as he said that, a flash of insight struck him. He looked at Zhao Fusheng in surprise and blurted out: "Don't tell me you wrote that ad."

Zhao Fusheng smiled: "Yes, and I get to choose the spokesperson because the spokesperson needs to match my ad concept."

In that instant, Jiang Wen laughed. He simply pulled out his wallet: "What car do you want to buy? Let's go, right now."

No kidding, Zhao Fusheng wasn't making him spend money; he was clearly handing him money.

After all, if Jiang Wen could become Rolex's domestic spokesperson, his visibility would greatly increase, and he would also receive a hefty endorsement fee.

As a renowned watch brand, Rolex represented not only nobility but also luxury.

Watches that often cost a fortune were willing to have him as a spokesperson. Jiang Wen suddenly felt he had a bright financial future.

Zhao Fusheng shot a glance at this guy who had changed from cold to warm, snorted, and said: "So now you're willing to buy me a car?"

"Willing, absolutely willing." Jiang Wen said with a fawning smile.

He actually understood that, given his relationship with Zhao Fusheng, the guy would think of him first when good things came along. Buying a car was just an excuse.

That's how it is between friends. Although they share wealth, if one side always gives and the other simply receives, in the long run, it will make both feel uncomfortable.

This way, everyone can save face.

Friendship—there's friendship only when there's exchange. Zhao Fusheng understood this truth, and so did Jiang Wen.