Chapter 0897: Flexing Muscles

News spread fast!

The day after Zheng Yao's meeting with Cross, major advertising companies in the capital simultaneously received faxes from Mercedes-Benz Greater China, notifying them that the originally scheduled bidding for Mercedes-Benz had been canceled.

Not long after, news also spread that Mercedes-Benz had officially signed a contract with Future Advertising.

“Damn it, that woman succeeded again.”

“Not that woman, that guy succeeded again.”

“Is that guy even human? Where does he get so many ideas!”

Such discussions were nothing new in the advertising circle. Everyone acknowledged that Zheng Yao was a capable person, but they knew better that the reason Future Advertising had achieved its current success was because Zheng Yao held a trump card.

That mysterious gold-medal planner!

Although some had tried to poach him, the problem was they couldn't even meet Zhao Fusheng, so how could they have a chance?

Jiang Wen could naturally meet Zhao Fusheng easily, but even so, he was now looking bewildered.

“Are you here to pay me back?”

Seeing the thick stack of cash placed before him, Jiang Wen stared at Zhao Fusheng in a daze.

No wonder he was confused—Zhao Fusheng had actually brought 300,000 in cash and set it right in front of Jiang Wen.

“Ahem, I still prefer cash transactions.” Zhao Fusheng blinked, looking innocent. He wouldn't admit that he had simply forgotten to do a bank transfer.

“Get lost!”

Jiang Wen shot Zhao Fusheng a glare and then asked, “Is this the planning fee from Mercedes-Benz?”

He was also in the entertainment industry and had heard plenty of rumors lately. With the scorching summer approaching and Mercedes-Benz's second-half advertising about to launch, the significance of such news breaking now was self-evident.

Zhao Fusheng nodded: “Part of it. Mercedes-Benz paid one million US dollars, with an initial installment. The rest will be paid after the campaign is fully produced.”

Then Zhao Fusheng smiled and said, “By the way, get ready. Notify Wang Zhonglei—I plan to have you as the spokesperson for Mercedes-Benz this time.”

“Holy shit! Are you kidding me?” Jiang Wen instantly lost his composure, staring at Zhao Fusheng in disbelief. Even he felt like he was dreaming at that moment.

Zhao Fusheng laughed: “What, no confidence in yourself?”

Jiang Wen rolled his eyes: “This is Mercedes-Benz! Making me the spokesperson—are you joking?”

Then he frowned: “Are you targeting Chen Dao, no, Wang Jinghua, right? Because she deliberately made things difficult for Baobao?”

If he remembered correctly, news had spread recently that Chen Dao was supposedly close to becoming Mercedes-Benz's domestic advertising spokesperson, apparently the result of Wang Jinghua's maneuvering.

And now, Zhao Fusheng said this, clearly targeting Wang Jinghua.

Zhao Fusheng smiled, his expression unchanged by Jiang Wen's words: "Teacher Chen Dao has always been an actor I deeply respect. I called him earlier and discussed this matter. As long as they are artists under Wang Jinghua, they will never get any endorsement from our Future Advertising's planned products. Not just Mercedes-Benz cars, from now on, I will block any artist under Wang Jinghua!"

Speaking chilling words in a calm tone, Jiang Wen looked at Zhao Fusheng before him and suddenly felt that he was getting to know this young man for the first time.

"Fusheng, do you have to be so ruthless?" After hesitating for a moment, Jiang Wen still asked Zhao Fusheng.

He was like that—when unfamiliar, he seemed carefree, as if nothing mattered, but once you got to know him, you'd find he was a sensitive guy.

In Jiang Wen's view, in the entertainment industry, it's better to make friends than enemies. By doing this, Zhao Fusheng was essentially burning bridges with Wang Jinghua.

Zhao Fusheng shook his head. 'Old Jiang, you don't understand. On this matter, I have to be tough!'

Wang Jinghua's tampering with Fan Baobao's contract could be taken lightly or seriously, but regardless, she had betrayed Zhao Fusheng's trust. Moreover, she overestimated herself by trying to use Fan Baobao's agency contract to control him—this was something Zhao Fusheng could never accept.

Furthermore, Zhao Fusheng now needed a target to establish his authority. He needed to use this incident to send a signal to the outside world, so that people would stop thinking he was easy to bully.

As the saying goes, 'People are bullied if they are kind, horses are ridden if they are tame.' If Zhao Fusheng appeared too weak, not only would Fan Baobao be targeted, but he himself would also be targeted.

In that case, it was better to flex his muscles!

For a person to succeed, it's not enough to have talent and ability. If it were that easy, why would there be so many incompetent and hypocritical people in the world?

On the surface, they preach morality and righteousness, but behind the scenes, they engage in all sorts of depravity. Such people are everywhere—they have almost no ability, but when it comes to exploiting male or female subordinates, they are second to none.

In the real world, things are always harder than anyone imagines.

A man's poverty is as unbearable as a woman's flab. And a poor man's talent, frankly speaking, is like the looks of a streetwalker—no one cares, and no one will give it a high valuation.

Zhao Fusheng was just an ordinary person. After his transmigration, he didn't gain a photographic memory to become a walking encyclopedia, nor did he have a system to help him, nor any kingly aura. Even the money-making ideas he had now relied on vague memories from his past life, which was why he occasionally made mistakes.

But Zhao Fusheng knew that as long as he kept moving forward step by step, he would succeed sooner or later.

This was where he was clearer-headed than anyone else. Before that, if someone provoked him, Zhao Fusheng really wouldn't mind teaching them a lesson.

And Wang Jinghua was the first unlucky one.

Seeing Zhao Fusheng's determined expression, Jiang Wen sighed, knowing that nothing he said would help. Zhao Fusheng was destined to have a falling out with Wang Jinghua.

But that was just how he was. Earlier, he had advised Zhao Fusheng to think carefully, but once Zhao Fusheng made a decision, he naturally stood by him without hesitation.

Taking sides with family over reason—that was the consistent style of Jiang Wen and Zhao Fusheng.

"Alright, I'll contact Wang Zhonglei right away," Jiang Wen said decisively.

When he had signed with Huayi, it was directly with the Wang brothers, not under Wang Jinghua's jurisdiction. Or rather, although Wang Jinghua was nominally in charge of all the artists at Huayi Brothers' talent agency, in reality, she only managed those she had brought with her.

This was also one of the points for which Wang Jinghua would be criticized, both then and later, no matter which company she went to: she always kept a tight grip on the artists under her, turning the talent agency within the entire entertainment group into something like an independent kingdom.

No boss would like to have such an independent kingdom under their command.