Chapter 0811: A Sudden Idea

Although Zhao Fusheng had not watched many of those clichéd eight o'clock soap operas, he still knew a thing or two about the melodramatic plots that only appeared in TV dramas.

For instance, the legend surrounding Zheng Yao, if written into a script, would surely draw plenty of tears and earn acclaim from many.

But Zhao Fusheng had no intention of witnessing that scene. To be honest, while it might bring Zheng Yao a sense of achievement and satisfaction, for Zhao Fusheng, it was merely a way for her to vent the pent-up frustration deep in her heart.

After all, no matter what, she was the one who had lost out in this relationship.

Of course, Zhao Fusheng would never say that out loud. Some things, if you see through them but don't call them out, you can still be friends. If you call them out, it's no fun anymore.

"Are you sure you won't come with me?"

As Zhao Fusheng was about to leave, Zheng Yao asked him.

Shaking his head, Zhao Fusheng said lazily, "I'll pass on this kind of crowd-pleasing event. Just remember not to go overboard. After all, you're the general manager of a big company. Don't let our partners say you're lowering yourself."

Zheng Yao nodded: "Don't worry, I know what I'm doing."

A person's status determines the kind of words they speak. At Zheng Yao's current level, to be honest, if she really wanted to target that scumbag and his girlfriend, she could, but it would be like using a sledgehammer to crack a nut.

A sense of proportion resides in the heart.

Whether one can control it depends on one's breadth of mind.

It's often said that a gentleman takes revenge ten years later, while a petty person takes revenge from morning till night. But in reality, it's just that—under the broad daylight, what can you really do to someone?

"Alright, I'm heading back. Let's have a meal together sometime. The baby misses you too." Zhao Fusheng waved his hand and left on his own. When he reached the door, he stopped, turned around, and said, "At the cocktail party, I'll give Huayi a heads-up and ask their company's stars to come too. After all, many of our company's ad campaigns have Huayi stars as spokespersons."

Having said that, Zhao Fusheng left without waiting for Zheng Yao's nod.

Zheng Yao watched his retreating figure, smiled, and said nothing.

She knew that Zhao Fusheng was also helping in his own way.

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After returning home, Zhao Fusheng told Fan Baobao about Zheng Yao's matter.

Fan Baobao blinked and said to Zhao Fusheng, "Is General Zheng's rival a child of high-ranking officials?"

Zhao Fusheng burst out laughing, took off his glasses to wipe them, and said to Fan Baobao in a teasing tone, "Children of high-ranking officials? Take our country for example—the number of senior cadres is definitely not small. There's a batch in the military, and another in local governments. Division-level cadres in the military, prefecture-level and central bureau-level cadres in local governments, all can more or less be considered senior cadres. If you add in those eligible for senior cadre treatment, the number is vast."

"That many?" Fan Baobao asked in surprise, clearly unaware of this.

Zhao Fusheng nodded. "That's the truth. A technical backbone like that, without any real power—even if your rank is thirteen, you can't command anyone. In the workplace, those administrative cadres won't show you any respect, and when you go home, you have to kowtow to your wife and kids. A high-ranking cadre like that, ha, do you think it's any fun?"

"That's pretty stifling." Fan Baobao naturally understood what Zhao Fusheng meant and nodded.

"Exactly. Then there's the type who doesn't hold a high rank but has real power in hand—they can stir up clouds and rain, and their word is law. But there are fewer of these in Beijing; they're more common in the provinces. For example, a district chief in our Ninghai—put him in Beijing, or even in Binzhou, and he's a sesame-seed-sized official. But you know, in Ninghai, he can do way too many things."

Zhao Fusheng explained a lot and finally shrugged. "By your logic, a real high-ranking cadre would have to make the news after they die."

Fan Baobao was dumbfounded. She never expected that one question of hers would make Zhao Fusheng say so much.

"Well, then answer my question," Fan Baobao said helplessly, looking at Zhao Fusheng.

Zhao Fusheng was taken aback, then laughed. "I mean, that love rival of President Zheng's can't even make the scene. Have you ever seen any high-ranking cadre's child who's accomplished act so ostentatiously?"

He was speaking from the heart. Zhao Fusheng had asked Zheng Yao—that wedding invitation wasn't sent by her ex-boyfriend, but by that love rival of hers.

How many children from genuine high-ranking cadre families would be so worthless as to do such boring things?

So, that person was at best a nouveau riche who couldn't make the scene.

Dealing with someone like that, Zhao Fusheng really couldn't imagine any way Zheng Yao could lose.

"That's true. So should I go watch the fun?" Fan Baobao said with interest.

Zhao Fusheng was taken aback, then shrugged. "Up to you. I'm not going anyway—if I go, I'll have to deal with people."

His identity was special. As the nominal head of Future Advertising's planning department and a renowned gold-medal advertising planner, if Zhao Fusheng showed up at the party, he'd probably be mobbed by a crowd. For someone who always hated trouble, that was hardly good news.

"Then I'll call Sister Chenxi," Fan Baobao said. She knew Zhao Fusheng's temperament—he never liked such fuss—so she went ahead and called Dong Chenxi.

Although she had broken up with Wang Zhen, because of Zhao Fusheng, Dong Chenxi and Fan Baobao had a pretty good friendship. When they weren't busy, they'd chat and such.

Seeing how happy she looked, Zhao Fusheng shook his head. Women really did love excitement.

He went back to his room, turned on the computer, and started surfing the Internet.

The internet speed these days, of course, couldn't compare to a decade later, but compared to dial-up in the '90s, it was still okay.

Sitting in front of the computer, Zhao Fusheng opened a web page and started browsing the news.

Seeing the promotional page for the game *Legend* on the my123 navigation website, a smile crept onto Zhao Fusheng's lips. He felt he could give Boss Chen a hand and push him to the top of the rich list a little earlier.

The reason was simple: Zhao Fusheng had never planned to hold onto Shanda's shares forever. That being the case, getting Shanda listed sooner wasn't a bad thing.

With that thought, Zhao Fusheng picked up the phone and dialed Chen Tianqiao's number.

"President Chen, I have a suggestion. Consider it—see if you can use it in the game..." Zhao Fusheng said slowly.