Chapter 0153: Young Man A-Bin

The floor was paved with white marble, and directly opposite the entrance, by the foyer, stood a rockery. In the trough below, the water shimmered, and a dozen koi fish swam.

This was the first scene Zhao Fusheng saw upon entering the reception room of Brain Gold's Beijing branch.

And of course, there was a fat man standing there.

This guy was probably in his early twenties, about the same age as Zhao Fusheng. At that moment, his hands were resting on the fish tank, and he was bent over, as if admiring the fish.

But the words coming out of his mouth left Zhao Fusheng stunned.

"Hmm, they look pretty good. I wonder how they'd taste braised. Or maybe steamed?" The fat man's single remark made Zhao Fusheng's expression turn strange.

Where did this guy come from?

It was the first time he had met such a weirdo who was so interested in ornamental fish. Zhao Fusheng thought for a moment and said to the fat man, "Buddy, these are ornamental fish; they're poisonous. You can't eat them."

"Poison's no big deal. I even eat pufferfish, let alone these. But look, isn't this one especially plump and tender? I think if we steam it, it should taste good." The fat man looked unconcerned, raised his head to glance at Zhao Fusheng, and said with an air of righteousness.

At that moment, Zhao Fusheng had to admit he was defeated.

Where the hell did this foodie come from?

But upon second thought, Zhao Fusheng found the guy quite amusing.

Most people find it increasingly hard to be happy, actually because their desires keep expanding. But this fat man was clearly not that kind of person; he simply loved eating.

"Hello, I'm Zhao Fusheng." Zhao Fusheng thought for a moment, then extended his hand to the fat man with a smile.

Whether or not the fat man was the person he was supposed to meet, he wanted to get to know this interesting foodie.

"Hello, I'm Han Bin. Just call me A-Bin. I'm from Deep Sea City." The fat man straightened up and looked at Zhao Fusheng with a smile.

Zhao Fusheng blinked, feeling something was off, but still probed, "And you and President Zhu Yushi?"

"Uncle Zhu and my old man are very close. He's the one who introduced you to my dad." The fat man spoke with a Hong Kong accent mixed with dialect, smiling at Zhao Fusheng.

"Oh, I see." Zhao Fusheng nodded thoughtfully.

Actually, he had originally thought he would be meeting a foreigner, since at this time, domestic mobile phone companies didn't seem to have any large enterprises.

And most importantly, he had to be able to connect with Zhu Yushi.

"Let's sit down and talk." The fat man immediately dropped his foodie demeanor and said to Zhao Fusheng with a smile.

Zhao Fusheng nodded. The two sat down on the sofa. Han Bin looked at Zhao Fusheng: "I won't beat around the bush. Uncle Zhu says you're a genius in advertising planning. My old man recently got the agency rights for a foreign mobile phone and wants to develop the domestic market. Um, do you know what a mobile phone is? It's a cell phone. Not like the brick phones—smaller and more compact..."

Before he could finish, Zhao Fusheng nodded: "I know. Palm-sized, more convenient for calls, better signal."

He paused and added with a smile, "Definitely better than the Little Smart."

"Right, right, right. That Little Smart thing is really unreliable."

Han Bin's eyes lit up, and he smiled at Zhao Fusheng.

In fact, he was quite surprised inside. You see, at this time in the country, mobile phones weren't popular; brick phones and Little Smarts were the mainstream communication tools more widely known. And this Zhao Fusheng actually seemed to know a lot, apparently having done some homework.

If Zhao Fusheng knew what Han Bin was thinking, he would definitely pat him on the shoulder and say, "Kid, you're overthinking it." In Zhao Fusheng's view, mobile phones were indeed more convenient than Little Smarts and brick phones, with better signal and functionality—this had been proven through practice.

"May I ask what the mobile phone your company is distributing is called?" Zhao Fusheng thought for a moment and asked Han Bin.

"Aipu." Han Bin didn't hide it. "It's a product from a Finnish mobile phone company, and sales abroad are pretty good."

Just as I thought!

Zhao Fusheng sighed inwardly. He had guessed right. The difference between this world and his own was that even he didn't know when some inexplicable person or thing he had never heard of would pop up.

"Are there any specific requirements for the advertising campaign? Have you found a spokesperson?" Zhao Fusheng continued to ask seriously.

This touched on professional matters. If a product spokesperson had been found, using them for the ad was most suitable. If not, then a suitable candidate had to be considered. Additionally, how much the advertiser planned to invest in promotion and the desired intensity were key factors determining the content of an ad campaign.

When it came to his own profession, Zhao Fusheng never dared to be negligent.

This was the foundation that ensured his continued survival in this world, and Zhao Fusheng understood this principle well.

Some say with greater ability comes greater responsibility. Zhao Fusheng never thought that way. Although a bit selfish, isn't that how people should live? If you're so selfless that you sacrifice yourself, can your memorial service feed your wife and children?

Some say heroes are great because they advance wave after wave. But in Zhao Fusheng's view, heroes are actually pitiful, because they will eventually be replaced by new heroes, and humans are best at forgetting.

So Zhao Fusheng's goal was simple: work hard to make money and live well.

"You can rest assured about the advertising investment. We've already bought four time slots daily on six CCTV channels. As for the spokesperson, Uncle Zhu's opinion is to hear your thoughts." Han Bin didn't beat around the bush. Before coming, he had a phone call with Zhu Yushi, who spoke highly of Zhao Fusheng, so he didn't think much else.

Zhao Fusheng was taken aback. He hadn't expected Han Bin to show such trust in him. This was indeed unexpected.

After thinking it over, Zhao Fusheng smiled and said, "A-Bin, let me ask something I probably shouldn't: why do you trust me so much?"

Han Bin laughed: "I didn't read many books when I was young. I started working with my old man early on. I remember his words clearly: 'When you employ someone, don't doubt them; when you doubt them, don't employ them.' Since we listened to Uncle Zhu's advice and chose you to help, we have to trust you. If you do poorly, I'll naturally find a way. But if you do well, we'll be friends."

Looking at the fat man with a simple smile in front of him, Zhao Fusheng sighed inwardly. No one who managed to get ahead in these times was simple. After hearing this speech that mixed soft and hard tactics, if anyone said this fat man was an idiot, Zhao Fusheng would poke out their eyes.

This was clearly a ruthless character playing the fool to catch his prey!