Chapter 0179: Worldview

Just as Qin Wentao was about to speak, Zhao Fusheng smiled and said to Chen Anping very politely, "Sister Chen, that's not how it should be said. Our school is quite chaotic, and many of the company's staff are current students. If anything happens, it would be a huge trouble."

With that, he glanced at Qin Wentao and continued, "Minister Qin's idea is also good—building a good relationship with the police station so they keep an eye on our company. If anything really happens, we can ensure safety. Don't you think so?"

After listening to Zhao Fusheng, Chen Anping hesitated for a moment, thought it over, and said, "I need to call General Manager Zheng about this matter. I can only decide after consulting her."

Zhao Fusheng nodded. "You can call her now. I think General Manager Zheng will agree with my opinion."

Watching Chen Anping go to make the call, Qin Wentao walked over, let out a long sigh, and said to Zhao Fusheng, "I thought you two would end up arguing."

Zhao Fusheng looked utterly bewildered: "Why would we quarrel? She was acting in the company's interest—there's nothing wrong with that."

Of course he wouldn't quarrel with Chen Anping. What a joke—she was considering things from the company's perspective, which meant she was on Zhao Fusheng's side as the boss. An employee like that was hard to find even with a lantern; only if Zhao Fusheng had gone mad would he pick a fight.

Life is a mirror. No matter when or where, after putting ourselves in others' shoes, we find that we should actually be a little kinder.

Guess at others' worst intentions, but don't use bad intentions on others.

This is a person's correct worldview.

Generally speaking, the concept of worldview sounds rather intimidating, but in reality, most people's worldview and values are often measured by money. Simply put, if a place has cheap goods, high wages, and low housing prices, then for most people, it's a paradise-like world.

Fate is actually a piece of clothing. The difference between people's fates lies in that some wear a thin shirt, and only one, while others wear Pierre Cardin and can change many sets throughout the year.

Fortunately, in this life, Zhao Fusheng wore armor, so he tried hard to walk a different path.

Chen Anping moved quickly. Within minutes, she returned to the office. She glanced at Zhao Fusheng, then at Qin Wentao, before speaking: "Xiao Qin, General Zheng agreed. Write a report for me later, and I'll approve the funds."

Qin Wentao smiled and nodded: "Alright, I'll go write it now."

With that, he patted Zhao Fusheng on the shoulder and walked straight away.

Zhao Fusheng smiled, nodded to Chen Anping, and headed toward his own office.

Watching his back, Chen Anping said nothing, but inside, it was as if a stormy sea had arisen.

In fact, when she had just called Zheng Yao, Zheng Yao initially refused, because in her view, this matter was completely unnecessary.

But when Chen Anping mentioned that it was Zhao Fusheng who advocated for it, Zheng Yao was silent for ten seconds, then decisively changed her mind and told Chen Anping to proceed according to Qin Wentao's wishes.

Chen Anping was no fool. Those who work in finance must not only be clear-minded and quick-witted, but also tight-lipped, after all, what was involved was large sums of money.

And the more so, the more certain she became that this Zhao Fusheng must hold no low status in General Zheng's heart.

However, since Zheng Yao had not made it explicit, she naturally would not point it out. As an adult, Chen Anping understood this workplace rule well.

Zhao Fusheng was not sure whether Chen Anping had already developed some suspicion about his identity through Zheng Yao's attitude; to him, this was just a trivial matter.

His mind was now more focused on the proposal.

"Why are you here again?"

Dong Chenxi looked at Zhao Fusheng in surprise, having thought he wouldn't come until tomorrow.

Zhao Fusheng smiled. "I just remembered something. When you're gathering information, make sure to check the reputation of this Aipu phone."

Dong Chenxi was taken aback, then showed a troubled expression.

"What, is there a problem?" Zhao Fusheng was a bit surprised and asked with a smile.

He was somewhat unexpected; he hadn't thought that the work assigned earlier would pose no difficulty for Dong Chenxi, but now there seemed to be trouble.

"We've already prepared the materials on Aipu phones, but the problem is that they're all official stuff. As you know, there aren't many domestic phone manufacturers, let alone Aipu being a foreign brand." Dong Chenxi decided to be honest with Zhao Fusheng.

Zhao Fusheng was stunned for a moment, then laughed and waved his hand: "Forget it then. My fault, my fault, I didn't think it through."

This was indeed his problem. He had long been accustomed to the convenience of the internet age, where much information could be found online, and even if it wasn't on the internet, a single phone call could retrieve data from the other side of the world.

But that was ten years in the future. In the current Northeast, let alone foreign countries, it was already difficult to find information about Beijing, Shanghai, and Guangzhou.

Thinking of this, Zhao Fusheng suddenly felt that Future Advertising should probably move away as soon as possible.

"Alright, just give me the materials on Aipu. It's fine," Zhao Fusheng said to Dong Chenxi.

Taking the materials Dong Chenxi gave him, Zhao Fusheng left Future Advertising.

This unremarkable conversation made him realize that some of his thinking needed to change. He couldn't use future thinking to consider problems; he needed to take into account the actual current situation.

When he returned to the dormitory, neither Wen Yu nor Wang Zhen was there. Tan Kaixuan was playing on the computer. Seeing Zhao Fusheng come in with materials, he closed the game and asked, "What's up, planning to write in the dorm?"

"Go ahead and play. I'm just looking at the materials," Zhao Fusheng understood his meaning and waved his hand. "Don't keep playing Red Alert. That game isn't for you."

"Why?" Tan Kaixuan asked, puzzled.

"Because God is always fair. He gives you an ugly appearance and also gives you low intelligence, so you won't seem mismatched," Zhao Fusheng said expressionlessly.

Then Tan Kaixuan froze. After a long while, he glared at Zhao Fusheng fiercely: "Bastard, I'll fight you!"

"Hahahaha!" Zhao Fusheng laughed so hard he nearly doubled over. Being able to roast Tan Kaixuan so freely was undoubtedly a very satisfying thing. In his previous life, he had been roasted by this guy countless times; this guy was simply a freak in the world of roasting.

He talked a lot, but not a single word was pleasant. It was like a heavy machine gun whose magazine never ran empty—every shot wounded people, catching them off guard.

But Zhao Fusheng knew that this guy had a good heart; he just didn't know how to express it.