Chapter 78: Time Flows Like Water

The career issue was resolved in an absurd way. Except for Fan Baobao, who was slightly depressed, and Zhao Fusheng, who was somewhat helpless, everyone else was delighted.

After the meal, Zhao Fusheng did not stay at home but took the car back to school.

Entering the dormitory, he pulled a bank card from his suitcase. There was thirty thousand yuan in it, the sum of his previous remuneration and bonuses. Zhao Fusheng hesitated for a long time, thought it over, and finally decided to give the money to his family.

No matter what, rather than letting his parents worry, it was better to reveal a little information to them, at least so they wouldn't be too pessimistic.

He had actually guessed some of his parents' thoughts from today's events. First, his mother insisted on taking him and Fan Baobao to buy groceries; then, when it came to Fan Baobao's going to Beijing for studies, the elders' hesitation stemmed from their fear that Fan Baobao, now an advertising star, might one day no longer belong to Zhao Fusheng.

Or, more precisely, they were afraid that Zhao Fusheng might one day be unworthy of Fan Baobao.

"Anyway, there won't be an opportunity until the end of the year," Zhao Fusheng said with a self-deprecating smile. He had never actually given up on starting a business; it was just that the first pot of gold was too hard to earn.

For a person to achieve success, more important than diligence is intelligence; more important than intelligence is emotional intelligence; more important than emotional intelligence is capital; more important than capital is timing.

The current timing, for Zhao Fusheng, was not yet suitable.

After all, he was not a deity. His success in the advertising world came from having worked in the industry in his previous life. As for other things, apart from those vague and hazy memories, Zhao Fusheng had nothing—he was even completely ignorant of some matters.

When he was young, he felt that each year was so long, as if the year would never end.

In the blink of an eye, thirty stood firm, forty had no doubts, and nearing the age of knowing fate, he felt that each year was so short, passing in a flash, close at hand yet already out of reach.

We don't know when we start walking, nor when we will suddenly stop. When we try to take a step, we do so with cries; when we must stop reluctantly, we do so with smiles.

Those memories that softened time—deeply cherished, pressing forward, exhausted, and never ending.

Zhao Fusheng had once thought that when the day came for him to stop, he could be buried in the vast sea, and then someone could stand by the shore, watching the tides rise and fall, singing for him.

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But before doing that, Zhao Fusheng planned to keep it from Fan Baobao. If she found out that he had designated her as the female lead for that ad, it would undoubtedly be a heavy blow to her strong sense of pride.

After all, Fan Baobao was currently full of confidence, planning to make a big splash in the entertainment industry. If she lost confidence because of this, Zhao Fusheng felt it would be a loss outweighing the gain.

After thinking it over, Zhao Fusheng decided to tell his parents about this when they came to the school to inspect the supermarket matter.

But before that, he still had to give Zheng Yao a heads-up, in case his parents met her and accidentally let it slip.

Zhao Fusheng liked making money and enjoyed the pleasure of earning it, but he didn't want to lose the joy of life because of making money.

Perhaps this was one of the few remaining traits of his personality after his rebirth.

It was a bit awkward, even pretentious, but Zhao Fusheng felt that if a person didn't have something they insisted on, what meaning was there in existing in this world?

Zheng Yao was a bit surprised when she received Zhao Fusheng's call, but she still nodded and agreed.

After all, it was his private matter. Since Zhao Fusheng himself didn't want to make it public, Zheng Yao could only agree. Their relationship was not just that of student and teacher, but also partners. If she couldn't even do such a small thing, then Zhao Fusheng wouldn't be able to trust Zheng Yao.

"By the way, have Qin Wentao and the others set off?" Zhao Fusheng asked casually before hanging up.

"They've set off, but are you really that confident?" Zheng Yao still found it hard to believe.

Zhao Fusheng smiled: "Remember, some things can't be seen with just your eyes; you have to think with your mind."

With that, he hung up, leaving Zheng Yao utterly bewildered.

Before some things happen, people often don't believe them, always thinking they're impossible, and after they happen, they feel unreal. In the end, it's just a lack of confidence in themselves.

Zhao Fusheng never believed in luck. They say a newborn calf is not afraid of tigers. Some people, when starting a business, especially like to take risks, always thinking that a last-ditch stand must be heroic, and that turning things around at the critical moment would surely astonish everyone.

But the problem is, how can a person's luck always be so good, winning every bet?

In a person's life, sometimes losing once can completely ruin everything.

Therefore, Zhao Fusheng never fought a battle unprepared.

The purpose of sending Bai Jie and Qin Wentao to the capital was, to put it bluntly, because Zhao Fusheng was certain that as soon as Zhu Yushi saw his plan, he wouldn't be able to sit still.

As for how much compensation they would get, that depended on how much Zhu Yushi was willing to pay for the success of his product.

In the evening, Zhao Fusheng received a pager message with no signature, only the words "thank you." A smile curled at the corner of his mouth. Zhao Fusheng knew it was from that girl Fan Baobao.

For her, this was already a rare thing. After all, the two had grown up together as close friends. Despite their bickering, Zhao Fusheng knew that Fan Baobao truly trusted him.

It's just that the girl was used to being stubborn. To use a later internet term, she was tsundere.

Making a woman who was used to looking down on everyone voluntarily soften up was about as difficult as climbing Mount Everest. After all, not many people could climb that peak.

With a soft laugh, Zhao Fusheng lay down to sleep. Today, he should be able to have a good dream.

As it turned out, he was overthinking it.

That night, Zhao Fusheng's mind was a mess. One moment it was about the advertising company, the next about the wo123 website, then about the family opening a supermarket, and finally, he even dreamed of Fan Baobao pitifully telling him that her movie had flopped at the box office again.

In the dream, he waved his hand grandly and told Fan Baobao: "Don't worry, I'll make another one for you."

When he woke up the next morning, Zhao Fusheng felt that he must have been too tired lately, which was why he had hallucinations. Otherwise, how could he, always rational, have said something so unreliable?

He sat on the bed in a daze for a full five or six minutes before getting up to go to the washroom to freshen up. When he came back, he checked the website backend. Just as he was about to go downstairs for breakfast, his pager went off. Looking at the content, Zhao Fusheng's brow furrowed...