Chapter 0818 Employee Benefits

Relationships between people sometimes depend on fate, just like how Zhao Fusheng became friends with Jiang Wen and Yu Feihong—that was a kind of fate.

Similarly, Fan Baobao and Yang Panpan hitting it off at first sight was also a kind of fate.

Although the process was a bit absurd, the outcome was always good. Since Fan Baobao could accept having another person around, Zhao Fusheng's mood was naturally pleasant.

"I need to tell Sister Hua," Fan Baobao said after a moment of thought to Zhao Fusheng.

At her age, Fan Baobao naturally didn't have the idea of covering every detail, but Wang Jinghua was her agent after all, so she had to inform her about hiring an assistant.

There are two types of assistants for artists: one assigned by the agency, and the other recruited by the artist themselves.

The former tends to have a better relationship with the agency, after all, one's position determines one's perspective—whoever pays the piper calls the tune. The latter, since the artist pays the salary out of their own pocket, is naturally more loyal to the artist.

"Okay, go ahead and call," Zhao Fusheng said to Fan Baobao.

Fan Baobao went upstairs to call Wang Jinghua, while Zhao Fusheng took out the keys and placed them on the coffee table.

"These are the keys to the apartment across the way. It's fully furnished and ready to move in," Zhao Fusheng said to Yang Panpan and Zhang Qian. "You two can move in today, one room each."

Zhang Qian and Yang Panpan exchanged glances; they really hadn't expected Zhao Fusheng to arrange accommodation for them directly.

Seeing their reaction, Zhao Fusheng chuckled: "Don't be too surprised. I'm the owner of this apartment, so I'm just lending it to you for now."

Then he added meaningfully, "As for whether it becomes an employee benefit in the future, that remains to be seen."

He was telling the truth, though mainly directed at Yang Panpan.

Zhang Qian was a trusted insider, but Yang Panpan, though she might become Zhang Qian's girlfriend, was a stranger to Zhao Fusheng—to put it bluntly, an outsider.

If Yang Panpan could take good care of Fan Baobao, Zhao Fusheng wouldn't mind giving them the apartment.

You can't expect a horse to run without letting it eat grass.

Zhao Fusheng understood this principle better than anyone. Material incentives are something any boss in modern society must provide to employees. The era of just shouting slogans to drive others to fight tooth and nail for you is long gone.

"Don't worry, I'll take good care of Baobao," Yang Panpan said flatly, shooting Zhao Fusheng a glance.

Zhao Fusheng blinked, feeling a strange sense that Yang Panpan's attitude toward him was a bit odd.

Logically, as her and Zhang Qian's boss, she should be respectful to him, but this woman seemed polite on the surface, yet there was always a hint of scrutiny in her eyes.

This feeling—if it weren't for Zhao Fusheng, most people might not even notice it.

After thinking it over, Zhao Fusheng figured it was probably because Yang Panping felt it was beneath Zhang Qian to work as a driver.

If that were the case, Zhao Fusheng could understand it. After all, everyone wants their boyfriend to be successful, and being a driver is clearly not a sign of success.

There were some things Zhao Fusheng couldn't say; he could only let time prove everything.

"Well, we'll go over and tidy up first," Zhang Qian said.

Yang Panpan opened her mouth as if to say something, but after glancing at Zhang Qian's expression, she obediently followed him out.

When Fan Baobao came downstairs, she didn't see Yang Panpan and Zhang Qian. She blinked and asked, "Where are they?"

"I bought the apartment across the hall and let them move there," Zhao Fusheng said with a smile.

Fan Baobao was taken aback: "You really bought it?"

Zhao Fusheng nodded: "I borrowed the money from Old Jiang and paid today."

To him, this was no secret, and there was no need to hide it from Fan Baobao. After all, when two people are together, white lies are acceptable, but if everything is kept from the other, there's no point in being together.

"Old Jiang is that rich," Fan Baobao said after a long silence.

Fan Baobao was instantly speechless. This girl's focus was just too bizarre.

"Isn't your focus a bit off?" Zhao Fusheng said helplessly to Fan Baobao.

Fan Baobao giggled, didn't bother to argue with Zhao Fusheng, and walked out on her own. From the sound of it, she was heading to the opposite door.

Sure enough, after a while, Zhang Qian came back with a helpless look and said to Zhao Fusheng that he had been kicked out by the two women. Apparently, Fan Baobao was going to sleep with Yang Panpan that night and have a long talk.

Sometimes, friendship between women is like that—they become friends before you even know what's happening.

"Um, don't mind what Panpan said today."

With only the two of them left in the room, Zhang Qian said apologetically to Zhao Fusheng.

Zhao Fusheng was taken aback: "What's wrong?"

Then he understood what was going on, shook his head and said, "It's okay, this is also my fault, I didn't think it through."

"No, no, that's not what I meant." Zhang Qian quickly waved his hand, realizing that Zhao Fusheng had misunderstood him, and explained, "Actually, she is a fan of Baobao."

"Huh?"

This time it was Zhao Fusheng's turn to be dumbfounded. What the hell was this!

"You're saying that Yang Panpan is a fan of our Fan Baobao?" After a long pause, Zhao Fusheng asked Zhang Qian.

Zhang Qian nodded and said with a wry smile, "To be honest, I didn't expect it either. She really is a fan of Baobao. She said Baobao looks like her younger sister..."

Zhao Fusheng immediately laughed, and suddenly understood why Yang Panpan had been hostile to him.

Fans are creatures that can never be judged by common sense. The simplest logic is that in a fan's eyes, their idol is unique and cannot be possessed by anyone.

In other words, someone like Zhao Fusheng, who is dating their idol, deserves to be cut into pieces.

That being the case, all of Yang Panpan's behavior now had a reasonable explanation.

Helplessly shaking his heads, both Zhang Qian and Zhao Fusheng laughed. Men should be straightforward; once things were made clear, it was fine.

"By the way, Dong Guoxiang has recruited a few people at the studio, and the preliminary program code is ready. What do you plan to do?" Zhang Qian asked Zhao Fusheng.

Recently, he had been responsible for liaising with the game bot studio.

Zhao Fusheng thought for a moment, recalling the advertising methods for game bots from his previous life, and said, "Let's not rush. Have him test it first and see if there are any flaws."

No matter the time, for any product, user experience is the most important.