Chapter 0850 Wild Lily

Zheng Yao didn't understand the internet, and in her own view, that was perfectly normal. After all, knowing how to use a computer didn't mean one truly understood the internet; otherwise, every netizen in the country could claim to understand it.

So she didn't really grasp what Zhao Fusheng was saying, but that didn't stop her from trusting him.

After all, compared to the fate of Xiuzheng Pharmaceutical, whether Zhao Fusheng was happy or not mattered more.

Though these two things, from a certain perspective, had no connection.

"Alright, so what does that have to do with the network department Zhou Jing set up?" Zheng Yao looked at Zhao Fusheng, clearly expecting a reasonable explanation.

"What if we think of Xiuzheng Pharmaceutical as a celebrity?" Zhao Fusheng asked slowly, looking at Zheng Yao.

"What about celebrities? No celebrity these days has anything to do with the internet. Everyone..."

Zheng Yao shook her head with a smile, but before she could finish, she suddenly froze.

People in advertising tended to have open minds, probably because the industry thrived on creativity, often relying on brainstorming to solve problems.

For the same reason, Zheng Yao suddenly realized that if things developed in the direction Zhao Fusheng described, it might indeed be different.

Suppose a celebrity opened a forum and found it filled with negative news about them, the entire internet saturated with scandals—what would that scene be like?

Zheng Yao understood the power of gossip and the adage that three people spreading a rumor could create a tiger. She could even imagine the look on an advertiser's face if, one day, a spokesperson in a Future Advertising commercial was mired in negative news.

After all, the number of netizens was growing rapidly, and even if only ten million, these ten million urban netizens could influence tens of millions more.

"Get it?" Seeing Zheng Yao's expression, Zhao Fusheng knew she had figured it out.

Zheng Yao smiled wryly. "Got it."

After a few seconds of silence, she asked again, "But do you really think Zhou Jing can pull this off?"

Zhao Fusheng shook his head. "It doesn't matter. We're just preparing for a rainy day. Since it was his idea, in other words, it's his creation, he should plan and execute it himself. Even if it fails, we'll gain some experience. If it succeeds, don't you think we could spin it off into a separate company for Future Advertising?"

Zheng Yao was stunned, then realized that the possibility Zhao Fusheng mentioned wasn't far-fetched.

If, as Zhao Fusheng suggested, Zhou Jing led the network department independently and succeeded, the department's business scope would be quite broad—not only could it handle film and TV promotions, but it could also help the parent company promote products and their endorsers.

It really had the makings of a subsidiary.

With that thought, Zheng Yao couldn't help glancing at Zhao Fusheng. This guy's mind was truly unique—from just one of Zhou Jing's ideas, he had thought so far ahead.

Little did she know, Zhao Fusheng hadn't thought that far; Zhou Jing's words had simply given him a hint, reminding him of the notorious online water armies of later years and the crazy viral marketing tactics.

Whether something was right or wrong required time to test. What Zhao Fusheng could do was stay one step ahead of others. As for success, he couldn't guarantee it. After all, being a pioneer didn't necessarily mean being the best—he understood that better than anyone.

"Alright, I know what to do." With that, Zheng Yao nodded to Zhao Fusheng.

Since it had development potential, she naturally knew how to handle the newly established network department.

Zhao Fusheng smiled: "Alright, I'll go take a look. I reckon Zhou Jing himself is still in the dark right now."

"So, you actually came today just to show support for Zhou Jing, didn't you?" Zheng Yao raised an eyebrow and glared at Zhao Fusheng.

She wasn't stupid. Zhao Fusheng rarely came to the company, yet today he happened to show up, claiming he was contributing to the company. At first, she hadn't thought much of it, but after he spoke a few words and convinced her, then prepared to head to the Network Department—if she still didn't understand what was going on, she wouldn't have been the general manager for so long.

Zhao Fusheng laughed and nodded lightly: "No choice. He's only been with the company a short while and doesn't have many connections. Even at the same department-head meeting, you didn't call him today."

Zheng Yao fell silent.

Although Zhao Fusheng's words were blunt, they were indeed the truth. Even she herself hadn't taken the Network Department seriously; otherwise, at a meeting like today's, Zhou Jing should have been eligible to attend.

Zhao Fusheng didn't waste any more words. He gave Zheng Yao a slight hint, then stood up and left her office.

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In a corner of the sixth-floor office area of Future Advertising, a few desks were set up, with the words "Network Department" posted on the door.

There weren't many people in the office—only five or six. Each had a computer in front of them, seemingly busy with something.

"Hey, did you hear? All the department heads went to a meeting today."

The speaker was young, about twenty-five or twenty-six, wearing a pair of glasses, looking quite refined.

"Yeah, too bad it has nothing to do with our Network Department." The responder was a woman around thirty.

"No choice. We're the ones nobody cares about. Be grateful we even have this position." Another person chimed in.

"Poor Minister Zhou..." someone said in a low voice.

These people had all been recruited by Zhou Jing, originally hoping to accomplish something in the new department. But after arriving, they learned that this new department was completely a "three-no product"—aside from having the title of Network Department, even the minister himself hadn't figured out what to do.

Not to mention that within the company, their own department had no power at all, and they always felt inferior when dealing with others.

Minister Zhou Jing was a good person, a young man who wanted to get things done, but the problem was, if he himself hadn't figured things out, how could he get his subordinates to work?

"Excuse me, is this the Network Department?"

Just then, a figure walked in and asked the people in the office.

"Yes, who are you looking for?" The glasses-wearing man glanced at the newcomer and answered casually.

The newcomer didn't say a word, but the woman who usually boasted of her seniority in the office—having followed General Manager Zheng since the company was in Binzhou—suddenly stood up, quickly walked over to the newcomer, and said respectfully, "Teacher Zhao, Teacher Zhao, why are you here?"

Zhao Fusheng looked at her in surprise: "You know me?"

"Um, my name is Tong Hua. I used to work at the front desk back in Binzhou." Tong Hua's face was full of astonishment, completely unable to control her expression.

"Oh, oh, oh, I remember now. Long time no see. You've been transferred to Beijing too?" Zhao Fusheng was somewhat surprised.

Come to think of it, he did have an impression of this person, but he was just surprised that she had ended up in the Network Department.