Chapter 0112 The Truth

Dong Chenxi clearly didn't quite understand what Zhao Fusheng was saying. Recently, she sometimes privately asked Wang Zhen how he knew she was going to jump off the rooftop that day.

And Wang Zhen's answer left Dong Chenxi puzzled, because Wang Zhen told her that Zhao Fusheng had dragged him to the library that day.

Dong Chenxi had always felt that, unlike the other roommates in Wang Zhen's dorm, Zhao Fusheng always seemed a bit strange, as if he were frighteningly mature.

After all, that day on the rooftop, whether before Wang Zhen appeared or after, Dong Chenxi found it hard to believe that the words Zhao Fusheng said to her could come from someone only a year older than herself.

More importantly, before coming to dinner today, Wang Zhen had said that the money for renting the apartment came from Zhao Fusheng.

Many people dream of owning the whole world, but in reality, it's just a dream. Whether ancient emperors or today's richest men, what they can possess is limited. What most people can have is nothing more than a family that is well-fed and well-clothed.

But even that is enough to make one feel happy.

For Dong Chenxi, born in a small northern town, being able to find a decent job and have a boyfriend who loves her, even if he isn't handsome, already made her feel content.

Just like what Zhao Fusheng said to her after she came down from the rooftop: in life, people encounter all kinds of difficulties, but these will eventually pass and become important experiences that enrich our lives.

Actually, she didn't know that Zhao Fusheng had one more thing to say: even if you can't get through it, so what? At worst, it's hardship, poverty, and destitution.

If you can endure, you live; if you can't, that's just how it is.

This is the truth. Not everyone is free from worries about food and clothing. The rich have their own troubles, and the poor have even more. Zhao Fusheng understood the saying 'poverty makes a hundred woes' better than anyone.

But under those circumstances, he couldn't and didn't intend to say too much to Dong Chenxi. Some words, when spoken with shallow acquaintance, are not suitable for him to say.

"You know that designer?" Dong Chenxi asked Zhao Fusheng in surprise again.

To be honest, she was really curious about that designer from Future Advertising, because he would be her future direct superior, and it was said that he was the only formal designer in the entire advertising company.

"Of course I know him." Zhao Fusheng laughed, and Wang Zhen simply covered his mouth and chuckled.

"What's going on?" Dong Chenxi looked at Zhao Fusheng and Wang Zhen with a bewildered expression.

"By the way, I heard from Qin Wentao that Future Advertising only has that one designer for now, right?" Wen Yu said curiously.

"Yeah, I heard that Teacher Zheng is planning to resign and go into business. They seem to have landed another big deal." Tan Kaixuan, being well-informed, said to the others.

After all, Zheng Yao was their counselor, and her entrepreneurial success was so remarkable. Coupled with Qin Wentao's promotion within the college, Future Advertising had become a star enterprise at Ninghai Normal University. Many graduates were actually considering whether to try their luck at Future Advertising, because if they got hired, it would be better than going to Beijing or Shanghai to struggle.

If one can find stability in this life, who would be willing to drift from place to place?

No one is born liking hardship and suffering. If there is a chance to secure a stable, good job, who would want to be a drifter in Beijing?

In real life, there is never a perfect script; the unknown is the main theme of life.

"It's me."

Zhao Fusheng suddenly spoke two words, but the dinner table fell silent.

"Old Zhao, what did you say?" After a dozen seconds, Tan Kaixuan was the first to react, asking in surprise, his voice several pitches higher than usual.

"I said, that person is me." Zhao Fusheng calmly picked up a piece of meat and put it in his mouth. It tasted good, quite delicious. Braised pork belly was best when cooked in soy sauce.

"No, are you joking?" Wen Yu was also stunned. Obviously, Zhao Fusheng's words had caught them off guard.

Social class didn't exist from the beginning. No one said that certain people must be together or that certain people can play with others.

In essence, it's everyone's own choice.

Simply put, the bosses of Tencent and Alibaba can sit together because their net worth is in the hundreds of billions, but the boss of the supermarket next door sitting with them can only happen in a dream. The reason is simple: one deal they make is money you could never earn in a lifetime, so what's the point?

It's often said that sparrows cannot understand the ambitions of swans. But that itself is a false proposition. If you're not on the same path and can't be friends, there's no need to understand each other's aspirations.

Now, the same problem faced Tan Kaixuan and the others. They were all juniors in college. They had thought Zhao Fusheng was just close to Zheng Yao, but they never expected that he had become the only designer at Future Advertising.

That was a bit awkward.

Actually, the logic is simple. It's like one day your classmate tells you, 'My dad is Gates.' Do you think you can still play together happily and calmly?

Humans are social animals, it's true, but most of the time, people like to be with those who are on a similar level of ability. When a genius suddenly appears, everyone feels at a loss.

Fortunately, Zhao Fusheng was not a young man in his early twenties. He possessed the sophistication and shrewdness to read people's hearts. Sensing the strange atmosphere at the table, Zhao Fusheng smiled and said, "Come on, don't be like this, okay? This kind of thing depends on inspiration. Otherwise, why would Qin Wentao recruit interns?"

Everyone was startled, and then they heard Zhao Fusheng continue, "I just wrote that proposal casually at the time. I didn't expect it to pass. Maybe soon, among these interns, someone else will become a designer."

They looked at each other, and after thinking it over, they found Zhao Fusheng's words made sense. They were all advertising design majors, so they knew that creativity, unless it follows someone else's footsteps, mostly requires inspiration.

As for inspiration, it's like ghosts and gods: many have heard of them, but few have seen them.

"So from now on, my Chenxi won't have to work overtime, right?"

Just then, Wang Zhen's sudden remark instantly shattered the awkward atmosphere.

Zhao Fusheng stared at Wang Zhen in astonishment, as Wang Zhen said matter-of-factly, "Given our relationship, you wouldn't make my girlfriend work overtime, would you?"

At that moment, that fat bastard smiled like a fox.