Chapter 0950: Tsinghua and Peking University Are Not as Good as Daring

Zhao Fusheng felt no psychological pressure in making money from Americans.

Or rather, for him, as long as there was an opportunity to make money, he certainly wouldn't miss it. And Zhao Fusheng wasn't worried about attracting anyone's attention, after all, it was only tens of millions of RMB, a mere minnow that couldn't stir up any waves in the trillions of dollars of capital flow on Wall Street.

As for whether to choose futures or stocks, that would depend on Tan Kaixuan's own considerations. What Zhao Fusheng could provide him was merely an analysis of the general trend.

Days passed one by one, and soon it was the end of April.

The SARS crisis was intensifying, but it had to be admitted that the government was very efficient in calming public sentiment. The people, who had been extremely panicked, were now calming down and beginning to return to normal work, study, and life.

Seeing that the time was about right, Zhao Fusheng also prepared to leave.

It was worth mentioning that Fan Baobao had originally planned to go back in March, but the People's Art Theatre had been quite humane in giving her a two-month long leave to stay at home.

Zhao Fusheng didn't know which leader had granted the leave, but he would certainly have to repay this favor.

"If you ask me, just stay a while longer," said Zhao's mother.

Naturally, Zhao's mother was reluctant to see her son and Fan Baobao leave, especially since the TV was constantly broadcasting news about SARS, praising the brave doctors and nurses. Although she admired them, she was still very worried about her son and daughter-in-law heading to the most dangerous place.

"Mom, the authorities have started to take this seriously, you don't need to worry too much," Zhao Fusheng comforted his mother.

"But it's too dangerous. The TV says that in the capital, many people have been infected," Zhao's mother was still very uneasy. After all, watching her son go to the severely affected capital was not a pleasant thing for her.

Zhao Fusheng laughed. He naturally knew that returning to the capital at this time carried some risks, but in his view, if there had been great risks when someone was concealing the epidemic, the risk probability now was almost negligible.

Once any matter is taken seriously by the entire country, it actually ceases to be a problem.

It should be noted that in Zhao Fusheng's memory, the time when SARS was formally taken seriously by the upper echelons was when the head of the health department was replaced.

And from that point on, it took only about a month for the SARS epidemic to finally be brought under control.

Coincidentally, that was the period from mid-April to mid-May.

As of today, although the May Day Golden Week had been canceled, greatly affecting many industries, overall, it had entered a stable phase.

So Zhao Fusheng felt it was time for him and Fan Baobao to go back.

Fan Baobao's attitude was also very clear; she agreed with Zhao Fusheng's opinion.

The reason was simple: Fan Baobao was now an actor at the People's Art Theatre. Although the leadership had given her a long leave, she couldn't just stay here indefinitely. If word got out, it would reflect poorly on her.

In the end, Zhao's mother and Li Yuan had no choice but to agree with Zhao Fusheng and Fan Baobao, watching them leave home. Before they left, they gave endless instructions, afraid that something might go wrong.

Zhao's father, on the other hand, said nothing. In his view, it was a good thing that the children had grown up and had their own ideas.

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The plane slowly landed at the Capital Airport. Zhao Fusheng, Fan Baobao, along with Zhang Qian and Yang Panpan, went through strict health inspections and walked out of the airport.

"Let's go, head home first," Zhao Fusheng said to Zhang Qian and the others.

Without further ado, they hailed a taxi and left the airport.

Of course, everyone wore thick masks on their faces.

Under normal circumstances, this would have attracted attention, but now, even the taxi driver was wearing a mask.

"Master, how's business lately?"

Sitting in the car, Zhao Fusheng, bored, struck up a casual conversation with the taxi driver.

Beijing cabbies are famous nationwide for their gift of gab—there's no news they don't know. Hearing Zhao Fusheng's question, the driver sighed: "Need I say more? With SARS hitting, business is getting worse and worse. There are fewer people on the streets now."

As he spoke, he glanced at Zhao Fusheng and the others: "You folks are pretty bold, heading for Beijing at a time like this."

Zhao Fusheng laughed: "Come on, no matter how bad SARS is, it's not an incurable disease. Do we really need to hide from it like that?"

"True, but I hear that quarantine treatment is pretty scary..."

"It's not that exaggerated. After a period of isolation, if nothing happens, they let you out. It's all rumors."

Chatting away like this, they soon reached their destination. After paying the driver, Zhao Fusheng and the others carried their suitcases upstairs.

"You can strike up a conversation with anyone," Fan Baobao complained to Zhao Fusheng as she entered the room.

Zhao Fusheng laughed: "I call it getting firsthand information."

"Hmph, so what did you find out?" Fan Baobao said irritably.

Zhao Fusheng shook his head slightly, said nothing, just rubbed his chin thoughtfully.

He naturally had his own ideas, but he needed to contact some people first.

Seeing Zhao Fusheng silent, Fan Baobao knew he was plotting something. Unable to figure out what he was up to, she didn't ask further.

Anyway, whatever Zhao Fusheng did, he would eventually tell her. Asking too much was pointless.

Besides, she needed to tidy up quickly and report to work tomorrow.

After the long journey, Zhang Qian and Yang Panpan naturally went back to their room across the hall, while Fan Baobao took a shower and went to sleep, leaving Zhao Fusheng alone.

He turned on the computer and searched for recent news. His brow finally relaxed. Sitting in silence for a moment, he took out his phone and dialed Zheng Yao's number.

"How many people from Future Advertising are in the capital?" Zhao Fusheng asked bluntly.

"Most have returned; not many are still out of town," Zheng Yao explained. "After all, we still have orders to fulfill and business to run. We can't just stop everything because of SARS."

Zhao Fusheng nodded. He could understand that and fully respected Zheng Yao's decision. Besides, Zheng Yao had said that not everyone was working, just a minimal crew to keep the company running.

"Alright, gather the planning department and contact CCTV. Let's produce some public service ads on fighting and preventing SARS," Zhao Fusheng said after thinking.

"Public service ads?"

Zheng Yao was taken aback. She hadn't thought of that. Lately, SARS had everyone on edge. Apart from repeatedly broadcasting news, CCTV hadn't considered public service ads on this topic.

No one expected Zhao Fusheng to notice this.

"What about production costs?" Zheng Yao asked next.

The production cost of an ad is relatively high, especially for public service ads, which have no extra revenue. Given Zhao Fusheng's idea about SARS prevention, it would likely be expensive.

Zhao Fusheng shook his head: "CCTV doesn't have to pay. We'll cover the costs ourselves."

"What?"

Zheng Yao paused, about to object, but a flash of insight struck her, and she suddenly understood Zhao Fusheng's intention.

"You're going for broke?" Zheng Yao blurted out.

Zhao Fusheng chuckled: "Yes, going for broke."

As Zheng Yao said, Zhao Fusheng planned to take a risk by producing public service ads to make Future Advertising famous, using this opportunity to build a positive image.

Imagine, when the whole country is panicking over SARS, an advertising company steps up to produce free public service ads for TV, boosting people's confidence. The benefits for Future Advertising would be obvious.

They say the invisible show-off is the deadliest.

In Zheng Yao's view, once these public service ads aired, Future Advertising's reputation would be enviably good.