Chapter 0816: Borrowing Money

Fan Baobao was kind at heart. Although Zhao Fusheng always admonished her not to trust others easily, this girl, despite appearing aloof, was actually cold on the outside but warm on the inside.

For everyone around her whom she acknowledged, Fan Baobao wished them to be happy.

Now Zhang Qian had clearly been acknowledged by her as well, since Zhao Fusheng had once confided to her that Zhang Qian was trustworthy. And for Fan Baobao, what Zhao Fusheng said was undoubtedly the most influential.

So, since it was Zhang Qian's girlfriend, Fan Baobao felt she had no reason not to help her own people.

Zhao Fusheng naturally had no objection; that was precisely the purpose of what he had just said.

There was no helping it—having known each other for so long, he was well aware of Fan Baobao's temperament. If he insisted on assigning an assistant to her, she might not say anything, but she would feel uncomfortable inside.

Conversely, if it was framed as helping Zhang Qian, to prevent him and his girlfriend from being separated, given Fan Baobao's personality, she would undoubtedly agree without hesitation.

Sure enough, Zhao Fusheng's judgment was correct.

Zhang Qian could actually hear the conversation between Fan Baobao and Zhao Fusheng from the kitchen, especially since Zhao Fusheng hadn't deliberately lowered his voice when speaking.

When it came time to eat, he hemmed and hawed for a long time before saying to Fan Baobao and Zhao Fusheng, "Um, Panpan is not my girlfriend. We, we are just very good friends."

"Mm-hmm, mm-hmm, I understand, I understand." Before Zhao Fusheng could speak, Fan Baobao was already nodding eagerly: "Fusheng and I were also good friends before. I can totally understand you two."

Zhang Qian's face flushed bright red, and he was extremely embarrassed.

Zhao Fusheng shot Fan Baobao a glare and picked up a piece of meat for her: "Eat your meal quickly, stop talking."

Fan Baobao chuckled and said nothing more, sitting obediently and eating.

After the meal, Fan Baobao said she needed to preview the script for tomorrow's interview and went straight to her room. Zhao Fusheng stayed in the living room watching TV, while Zhang Qian sat across from him with a helpless expression.

"What's wrong? You look so down," Zhao Fusheng teased Zhang Qian with a smile.

Zhang Qian glanced at Zhao Fusheng. "It's not what you think."

Zhao Fusheng was taken aback, then understood his meaning and smiled. "Look at you, no matter what, Yang Panpan can come to Beijing from Ninghai, right?"

"But she and I..." Zhang Qian hesitated, clearly about to explain something.

But Zhao Fusheng didn't give him a chance to continue, waving his hand and saying, "The process doesn't matter; the result is what counts. So don't dwell on the details."

With that, Zhao Fusheng stood up and said as he walked, "I still have to write something. You clean up and get some rest early."

Watching his retreating figure, Zhang Qian felt something was off. It took him a while to realize that Zhao Fusheng had tricked him—he clearly just didn't want to waste words.

Helplessly sighing, Zhang Qian began to tidy up.

In fact, he had to admit that Zhao Fusheng was right; deep down, he was indeed very happy.

……

……

Yang Panpan's arrival in Beijing from Ninghai would still take a few days. For Zhao Fusheng, it was a trivial matter, but for Zhang Qian, it was something very important.

Zhao Fusheng could sense that.

In the past few days, Zhang Qian, who was usually quite composed, had actually become somewhat nervous.

Zhao Fusheng noticed but said nothing, after all, for a novice in love like Zhang Qian, this was perfectly normal.

Fortunately, this agonizing period didn't last long. A week later, Yang Panpan arrived in Beijing.

"Go pick her up," Zhao Fusheng said to Zhang Qian.

Zhang Qian was taken aback: "What about you?"

"I have other things to do." Zhao Fusheng looked at him helplessly: "You don't think I'm just idling around all day, do you?"

Zhang Qian chuckled. He knew well that Zhao Fusheng wasn't someone who lazed around all day. If he didn't go out, he spent most of his time reading and studying. Zhang Qian even felt that even the students in school might not be more diligent than Zhao Fusheng.

Sometimes he recalled what his grandfather had said: that anyone who achieves success is no simple existence. Zhang Qian hadn't quite understood it before, but now he finally grasped it a little.

"Go on." Zhao Fusheng waved his hand, watching Zhang Qian leave.

He wasn't joking with Zhang Qian; Zhao Fusheng really did have things to do.

Not long after Zhang Qian left, Jiang Wen appeared at Zhao Fusheng's doorstep, looking puzzled: "Kid, I just got home and you called me over. Something up?"

"Lend me some money."

Zhao Fusheng said bluntly.

"Huh?"

Old Jiang was stunned by his words, staring blankly at Zhao Fusheng.

"I plan to buy the apartment across the way. I'm short on cash now, so lend me some first." Zhao Fusheng blinked, looking earnestly at Jiang Wen.

Jiang Wen was speechless: "You mean you're going to invest?"

"No, my assistant and the baby's assistant are in a relationship. I was thinking of letting them live across the way so they won't disturb our time alone, and it'll be convenient for work," Zhao Fusheng explained.

Jiang Wen looked at Zhao Fusheng, silent for a long time, then said helplessly: "You've thought it through quite thoroughly."

Zhao Fusheng nodded: "No more nonsense. I checked earlier; the total cost for this apartment is nearly thirty thousand. Do you have that much?"

That's right, it was that attitude of not treating himself as an outsider!

From the day Jiang Wen met Zhao Fusheng, he seemed to have always been like this. But it had to be said, the more Zhao Fusheng acted this way, the more Jiang Wen felt he was sincere.

There was no help for it. Jiang Wen was now a successful man. His colleagues respected him as a great actor and movie king; his relatives and friends relied on him, those who needed favors flattered him; and unrelated passersby thought he must be aloof and hard to approach.

Someone like Zhao Fusheng, who didn't treat him as a big shot but simply as a friend, was especially rare in Jiang Wen's eyes.

Perhaps that's how people are: the more successful, the lonelier. They say the emperor is a solitary man. When you think about it, there's some truth to that.

Because once you sit in that position, you find that when you look around, there really aren't many companions left by your side.

Glancing at Zhao Fusheng, Jiang Wen nodded: "I do have the money, but can you get them moved in that quickly?"

Zhao Fusheng grinned: "Old Jiang, let me teach you something. These days, money makes the world go round. As long as the money's right, nothing is impossible."

Jiang Wen was taken aback; clearly, he didn't believe Zhao Fusheng's words.