Chapter 0177: A True Man Must Be Ruthless

If Zhao Fusheng knew what Qin Wentao was thinking at that moment, he would have given the guy a good thrashing. He had merely made a suggestion that any good citizen and good student would make, yet it was being twisted in the other's mind. Truly, the world was going downhill, and people's hearts were no longer as they once were.

Seeing that Qin Wentao had been called over by the vice dean for a talk and might even get a reward for his bravery, Tan Kaixuan said quietly to Zhao Fusheng, "I just don't get it. Why did you push him out there?"

Everyone in the dorm naturally knew that Zhao Fusheng held a higher position than Qin Wentao in Future Advertising, and they truly couldn't understand why he would do this.

Zhao Fusheng smiled. "I think it's fine. At least I can live my life peacefully without having to deal with the higher-ups all day."

Tan Kaixuan was taken aback, then rolled his eyes, too lazy to argue with Zhao Fusheng any further.

Ever since they met Zhao Fusheng in their freshman year, they could all tell that this guy was stubborn. Once he made a decision, he rarely changed his mind.

But then Tan Kaixuan thought about it and realized that Zhao Fusheng's approach had some benefits. After all, everyone now thought Qin Wentao was the boss of Future Advertising's creative department, and any covert plans were aimed at him. For Zhao Fusheng, that wasn't necessarily a bad thing.

At that moment, Qin Wentao had finished dealing with matters over there and walked over to Zhao Fusheng and Tan Kaixuan, saying, "It's basically settled. I'll have a meal with the police station leaders later."

Zhao Fusheng nodded. Seeing no one else around, he pulled Qin Wentao aside and said in a low voice, "What I mentioned is very important. Those guys are idle all day. What if they one day bully someone from our company..."

Qin Wentao's expression changed instantly.

He might be a bit of a smooth talker, fond of joking with the female colleagues, but he knew what was important and what wasn't.

At the very least, Qin Wentao understood that his current status wasn't due to anything else but Future Advertising.

In a sense, he was a true petty person.

Zhao Fusheng was willing to deal with someone like that, even though both of them knew that if Future Advertising ever fell into trouble, Qin Wentao would not be the one to share the company's hardships.

But as long as Future Advertising maintained its current thriving development, Qin Wentao would care about the company's affairs more than anyone else, because it affected his own interests.

"Don't worry. I'll handle this as soon as possible, and I'll get it done before General Manager Zheng returns," Qin Wentao said seriously to Zhao Fusheng.

He knew that although he seemed to be second only to one person in the company, wielding considerable power, in reality, compared to Zhao Fusheng's standing in Zheng Yao's eyes, his position as deputy director of the creative department could be revoked at any time.

After all, it was Zhao Fusheng's creativity that was the fundamental reason for Future Advertising's success so far.

Zheng Yao would not abandon Zhao Fusheng for his sake, but she would definitely fire him for Zhao Fusheng's sake.

That was something Bai Jie had told him before.

Zhao Fusheng smiled and patted Qin Wentao on the shoulder. "Old Qin, I heard that Sister Bai has been wanting to transfer you to Beijing. Tsk tsk, quite the lucky man."

As soon as these words were spoken, Qin Wentao felt terrible.

Qin Wentao was no saint. In fact, when he first got together with Bai Jie, it was only because he was attracted by her beauty. It happened that Bai Jie was in a bad mood at the time, so things naturally fell into place between them.

But after Bai Jie got divorced, Qin Wentao's feelings began to change.

He was only a junior in college, with his career flourishing and on the rise—how could he focus on relationships?

In Qin Wentao's mind, he was now reluctant to go to Beijing because it would put him too close to Bai Jie. He preferred to stay in Ninghai.

"Fusheng, buddy, you have to talk to President Zheng. They can't do without me here. I've got a ton of stuff at school, exams to take, and the company needs me to review new orders. I'm just too busy..." Qin Wentao quickly grabbed Zhao Fusheng and explained.

He knew very well how much influence Zhao Fusheng had over Zheng Yao.

Zhao Fusheng smiled and nodded: "I know. I already told President Zheng that Ninghai needs you more, and it's best if you stay."

Then he lowered his voice: "I heard from President Zheng that she thinks highly of you and hopes you can take charge of the Ninghai operations, since this is our home base."

If Future Advertising wanted to grow, it couldn't stay in Ninghai forever. This was something Zhao Fusheng, Zheng Yao, and even the whole company knew. The real stage was in Beijing, Shanghai, and Guangzhou; Ninghai was just too small.

For any leader to gain authority, they must ensure their people live better lives, at least in terms of treatment. Otherwise, subordinates won't cooperate—if there's no future with you, who would stay loyal?

Sure enough, after hearing Zhao Fusheng's words, Qin Wentao's expression changed.

He was an ambitious man. A person's greed matched their ambition. Qin Wentao's family wasn't wealthy, and he had no rich relatives. He could only rely on himself.

Now that Zhao Fusheng had placed an opportunity before him, how could Qin Wentao give it up?

"I understand. No more words—from now on, we brothers fight side by side." Patting Zhao Fusheng on the shoulder, Qin Wentao said earnestly.

Zhao Fusheng smiled, nodded, and said nothing.

There's a theory in the world called six degrees of separation. Simply put, everyone is connected through a point invisibly. The point expands, surrounds each other, then shrinks again, colliding with another point in an endless cycle.

When you badmouth me to someone, that person might be an old friend of mine. You think I don't know, but I do—I just won't tell you.

Zhao Fusheng didn't confront Qin Wentao about what Dong Chenxi had said. He just reminded him in a different way.

If Qin Wentao wanted to go further and become the future head of Future Advertising in Ninghai, he had to rebuild his image. After all, a manager who flirts with subordinates all day lacks the authority to be a branch manager.

If he couldn't do it, Zhao Fusheng wouldn't hesitate to have Zheng Yao transfer him to Beijing. He was sure Bai Jie would be delighted to see her young lover.

As for whether Qin Wentao would be happy—who cared?