Chapter 0090: Life's Many Crossroads

After seeing off Fan Baobao, Zhao Fusheng's life returned to calm—or more precisely, it was the calm before the impending uproar.

After all, not to mention the future advertising campaigns for Brain Gold by Future Advertising and Zhu Yushi's impending trip to Ninghai, the upcoming start of the school year alone meant that for some time to come, Zhao Fusheng's life simply couldn't be peaceful.

"Zhu Yushi was going to come directly, but something came up at the company and he got delayed," Zheng Yao said to Zhao Fusheng, while Bai Jie and Qin Wentao sat beside her.

Today she had called everyone together because Zheng Yao had something to announce.

"So? What does that have to do with me?" Zhao Fusheng said helplessly. Today was already August 29th; his roommates had gradually returned to the dorm, and his computer had become a rare commodity. Tan Kaixuan, who had been the first to come back, practically lived in front of it.

As a result, Zhao Fusheng had to squeeze in time even to maintain the website.

"It's like this: I'm planning to hire a few more interns," Zheng Yao thought for a moment and said to Zhao Fusheng. "After all, our studio has made a name for itself now, and more manufacturers are approaching me wanting to collaborate. It wouldn't be right to keep turning them away."

"I have no objections," Zhao Fusheng said, waving his hand before Zheng Yao could finish. "Not only should we hire interns, but we also need to recruit designers. We can't rely solely on me. And..."

He paused, glanced at Qin Wentao and Bai Jie, and said helplessly, "Don't you think that with just the four of us, we seem too few?"

This was something he had always wanted to say. The entire company didn't even have a receptionist; most of the time, Bai Jie, the accountant, had to double as one.

"Ahem..." Zheng Yao coughed dryly. She couldn't exactly say that she had made that decision to save money.

"By the way, I think we can recruit designers entirely from the school."

At this moment, Qin Wentao suddenly spoke up.

Zhao Fusheng was taken aback, and Zheng Yao also looked at him with surprise, not expecting him to say that.

"Tell me, why?" Zhao Fusheng asked.

He was curious about what explanation Qin Wentao could give him.

In the studio, Qin Wentao had mostly been a wallflower, handling some logistical matters and rarely offering his own suggestions.

"First of all, advertising depends on the planning; it doesn't really matter whether it's a top planner's proposal. To put it bluntly, our scale is small, and we can win by quantity. Second, newcomers are always easier to manage than established masters, aren't they? Besides, we can't recruit those famous planners anyway; they've all been poached by big companies."

Qin Wentao spoke with confidence, with an air of commanding the scene.

Zhao Fusheng and Zheng Yao exchanged a glance. Even Zhao Fusheng now suddenly felt that no wonder this guy had been so successful in his previous life—gold shines wherever it is.

Not to mention anything else, just this mindset alone made Qin Wentao worthy of everyone's admiration.

"Not bad, squad leader, absolutely not bad." Zhao Fusheng laughed and said to Zheng Yao, "I think we can put him in charge of this. From now on, let him be the head of the Creative Department."

"Me?" Qin Wentao was stunned himself, looking at Zhao Fusheng in surprise: "Head of the Creative Department?"

Zhao Fusheng nodded: "That's right, you're the head of the Creative Department. I'm too used to being laid-back; I can design ads, but I can't manage people."

This was something he had considered before. He hadn't planned to reveal that he and Zheng Yao were partners, and Zhao Fusheng didn't think this would become the main direction of his future career.

In his plan, the internet industry was the field he would enter in the future.

Now it was 1999, the true golden age, just beginning.

Perhaps he wasn't necessarily capable of competing with the big shots, but Zhao Fusheng didn't mind using his own advantages to grab a piece of the pie in this wave of the internet.

Qin Wentao was completely overwhelmed by the sudden good news. For college students nowadays, job choices after graduation were no longer as casual as they were in the eighties and nineties. Finding a job that suited one's heart and offered good benefits was not easy.

Yet here he was, only a junior, and he had already become the creative department head of an advertising company. Qin Wentao suddenly felt that perhaps taking the postgraduate entrance exam wasn't so important anymore.

So-called growth is cognitive upgrade; the most essential difference between people is cognition.

Originally, in Qin Wentao's cognition, to stand out, one had to work hard on the postgraduate exam to have a chance at a better life.

But now another path suddenly lay before him, and Qin Wentao's original thoughts became somewhat unsteady.

If Zhao Fusheng knew what Qin Wentao was thinking at that moment, he would definitely scratch his head in bewilderment. After all, he had only casually mentioned a sentence, a suggestion, and yet it was about to change this guy's fate—how awkward that would be.

"I think it's fine. Let's settle it like this." Zheng Yao waved her hand and decided directly. "Xiao Qin, you take charge of this. We'll select our designers from among the school's students."

She paused and said, "Don't worry about the school; I'll go and say a word. Besides, they'll be more than happy if we recruit from the school."

This was indeed true. The school wasn't stupid; they would absolutely welcome something that caused them no harm and even expanded the school's influence with open arms and legs.

"Is there anything else?" Zhao Fusheng asked Zheng Yao.

"There is, but what are you going to do?"

Zheng Yao stared at Zhao Fusheng suspiciously and asked.

"If there's nothing for me, I'll take off." Zhao Fusheng stood up, strolled to the door, stopped, turned around, and said, "Oh, if Zhu Yushi comes, have him come talk to me."

"Talk to you?"

Zheng Yao didn't quite understand what Zhao Fusheng meant.

Zhao Fusheng sneered, "Yeah, although the advertising production company got this plan, don't forget, I may be a planner for Future Advertising, but this plan was designed by me. How much labor fee is he going to give me?"

Everyone was stunned. By the time they came to their senses, Zhao Fusheng was already far away.

"He, he isn't planning to fleece Zhu Yushi, is he?" Qin Wentao was taken aback and whispered after a long while.

"Obviously, yes." Bai Jie nodded beside him. "And judging by his attitude, if Zhu Yushi's offer doesn't satisfy him, he might even reject this cooperation."

After speaking, the two exchanged glances and smiled bitterly together.

The reason was simple: they both knew that what they had just said was no joke. Zhao Fusheng was very likely to do such a thing.

This trip to the capital had exposed them to a broader stage and made them truly understand that in the field of advertising, just as Zheng Yao had once said, creativity represented something.

Moreover, after seeing so many gold-medal advertising planners and producers from big companies, they always felt that Zhao Fusheng was simply kind to a fault.

After all, those masters who claimed to turn stone into gold were extremely arrogant even in front of their own company bosses, unlike Zhao Fusheng, who was always available at a moment's notice, like a good little boy.

"Alright, forget about him. Let's continue our research." Watching Zhao Fusheng leave, Zheng Yao was also helpless and had to say to Qin Wentao and Bai Jie.