Chapter 0152: The Advertiser

Zhao Fusheng actually had a decent tolerance for alcohol; he just didn't like drinking. But clearly, Deng Chao didn't have much of a tolerance. He had noisily ordered a case of beer, and Zhao Fusheng thought the guy could really drink, but after six bottles, Deng Chao was already holding Zhao Fusheng's hand, pouring out his heart.

At that point, Zhao Fusheng had only drunk a bottle and a half.

"Bro, I really love Baobao..." Deng Chao said to Zhao Fusheng with a serious face.

Zhao Fusheng smiled: "These days, pretty girls are never in short supply, especially at your Central Academy of Drama—there are plenty of beautiful girls. The entertainment industry is the same. In the future, you'll meet more rich people, prettier girls, and, well, more relationships."

"But I just like her... I love her!" Deng Chao muttered to himself, as if not hearing Zhao Fusheng's words.

"Love?"

Zhao Fusheng shook his head and chuckled softly, not sure if he was speaking to himself or to Deng Chao: "Besides love, a relationship also requires responsibility, security, and loyalty. I can't even guarantee that, so how can you?"

Deng Chao clearly didn't understand what Zhao Fusheng was saying, because he was already slumped over the table.

Zhao Fusheng blinked, then remembered where the guy's dorm was. Fortunately, before the meal, he had anticipated that Deng Chao might drink too much and had asked about it; otherwise, it would be a real hassle now.

After all, for him, taking a drunk back to the hotel was a big trouble, and for Deng Chao, staying out all night, especially during the holidays, wasn't something easy to explain.

He got up to pay the bill and helped Deng Chao back to the school.

After asking a few couples on the roadside where Deng Chao's dormitory was, Zhao Fusheng supported the guy and walked over.

Just as they reached the dorm entrance, someone recognized him.

"Deng Chao?"

A short boy asked in surprise, then looked at Zhao Fusheng: "Who are you?"

"I'm his friend. He's drunk. Could you take him upstairs?" Seeing there were four or five of them, Zhao Fusheng didn't waste words. He handed Deng Chao over, watched them go upstairs, and then turned to leave.

Walking through the campus of the Central Academy of Drama, the autumn wind blew against his face, bringing a chill. Zhao Fusheng blinked and revealed a smile.

The time in life when one is fearless is always short. Whether it's the scenery on the other shore or the embarrassment here, it always forces one into a struggle without before or after.

Yet the wind and moon remain, the seasons push forward. Today, one picks flowers and drinks wine; tomorrow, a small boat sets off lightly. Thus, the fleeting years decay quickly, and one naturally lets go. No matter one's life, free from right or wrong, let victory or defeat be as they may, in the end, one walks through the mountains and streams, and talks of mulberry and hemp.

In fact, Zhao Fusheng felt that this world was already beautiful enough: when sunny, the trees are full of blooming flowers; when rainy, the lake ripples; sunlight sweeps across the entire city; the breeze passes through his fingers; at night, every love song played on the radio, every shadow spread along the mountain paths, all bring a knowing smile.

"Work hard to make money, live well."

Zhao Fusheng muttered to himself, and his steps became much lighter.

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With this mood, when Zhao Fusheng arrived at Qingcheng Culture the next morning, even seeing He Yunzhi and Mu Qingwan appear together, he was still smiling, confusing both of them.

"It's still not too late to regret," He Yunzhi said coldly, looking at Zhao Fusheng.

Zhao Fusheng chuckled: "President He, I think you've misunderstood something."

"What?" He Yunzhi was a bit puzzled.

Zhao Fusheng shrugged: "This song was never something I actively wanted to sell to your company. It was President Mu who initially wanted to buy the copyright. Out of consideration that Mu Qingqing and I are classmates, I sold it to you. Now you ask if I regret it—don't you find it ridiculous?"

He Yunzhi was taken aback. She had naturally heard about this from Mu Qingwan, but she never expected Zhao Fusheng to be so indifferent about it. He was just a college student from an average family—wasn't he bothered by losing such an opportunity?

But unfortunately, she wouldn't get the answer to that question, because before she could ask, Zhao Fusheng had already picked up the agreement Mu Qingwan had placed on the table, glanced at it, and signed his name.

After signing, Zhao Fusheng stood up, smiled at Mu Qingwan, and said: "President Mu, please tell Mu Qingqing that I won't wait for her. I'll take my leave now."

With that, Zhao Fusheng left Qingcheng Culture directly, ignoring He Yunzhi entirely.

He Yunzhi watched Zhao Fusheng's retreating figure, her face pale, and slowly spat out two words: "Arrogant!"

Mu Qingwan sighed: "Perhaps he's not being arrogant."

"What do you mean?" He Yunzhi turned to look at her good friend.

Mu Qingwan said helplessly: "After all, he's not from this circle. All your plans are based on the assumption that he will enter the entertainment industry in the future. But if he never intended to enter the entertainment industry, do you think everything we've done is still correct?"

He Yunzhi was stunned. The possibility Mu Qingwan mentioned flashed through her mind, and she was dumbfounded.

Indeed, as Mu Qingwan said, if Zhao Fusheng had never thought of entering the entertainment industry and simply regarded this matter as a business deal, a favor done for his college classmate Mu Qingqing, then her and Mu Qingwan's plan had been misguided from the start.

"No matter what, even if it's wrong, we have to blacklist him!" But after a moment's thought, He Yunzhi gritted her teeth and said firmly: "We can't set this precedent."

Her reasoning was simple: if this happened once, there would be a second time. Whether it was Zhao Fusheng or Li Jian, if Qingcheng Culture backed down once, the subsequent work would be hard to handle.

Having been in the entertainment industry for so long, she had never heard of a record company being threatened by singers and composers.

Mu Qingwan looked at He Yunzhi, shook her head helplessly, and said nothing more.

Naturally, Zhao Fusheng didn't know that because of him, a slight rift had formed between the two bosses of Qingcheng Culture. He was now sitting in a taxi, heading toward the address of the Brain Gold Beijing branch.

Zheng Yao had mentioned earlier that this ad was introduced by Zhu Yushi. When Zhao Fusheng left in the morning, he specifically called Zhu Yushi. Although he knew the man's private number, this was the first time he had called.

On the phone, Zhao Fusheng first expressed his gratitude, then said that he was in Beijing and, if convenient, would like to meet the advertiser to discuss the ad in detail.

In Zhao Fusheng's words, while Zhu Yushi's reputation carried weight, he didn't want the advertiser to agree to let Future Advertising handle the campaign solely out of respect for Zhu Yushi, nor did he want to cause Zhu Yushi to lose face.

Zhu Yushi readily agreed. Since he wasn't in Beijing but attending a meeting in Shanghai, he simply called and arranged the meeting at Brain Gold's Beijing branch.

Sitting in the taxi, Zhao Fusheng kept wondering: at this time, which internationally renowned brand had the capability to enter the domestic mobile phone market?

Would it be one of the brands he was familiar with in his previous life?

Or perhaps a new brand that had never appeared before?

With these doubts, Zhao Fusheng got out of the car and walked into the reception room of Brain Gold's Beijing branch.