Chapter 0206: Going Home

Humans are creatures that often bore themselves, with all sorts of petty emotions spreading like spilled mercury, leaving no corner untouched.

For instance, Zhao Fusheng once asked Tan Kaixuan why some people would say certain things, do certain things, or get angry about certain things.

Tan Kaixuan replied, "How can you use your objectivity to change someone else's subjectivity? When your objectivity from the sidelines becomes an attitude, that objectivity turns into your subjectivity. Once a person expresses their subjectivity, they are no longer objective. If you can understand what I just said, then I think you are capable of reading the Tao Te Ching. Otherwise, you'll just read the objective Tao Te Ching as subjective blind spots."

In the end, to understand oneself, one must first philosophize oneself. To understand parallel universes, one must first quantum-mechanize oneself. But the foundation of all this is to datafy oneself.

The universe is originally a dream, and humanity is merely a projection of that dream. Demons and monsters, happiness and joy—all are unstable ripples of the projection.

When Zhao Fusheng opened his eyes again, he felt as if he had slept for a century. Wen Yu was playing a game, the computer case humming loudly. Tan Kaixuan was looking in the mirror; that guy always liked to look at himself, even occasionally checking his reflection in reflective objects by the roadside.

Actually, he couldn't see clearly at all, because the guy was nearsighted.

"You're awake?" Seeing Zhao Fusheng awake, Wen Yu said to him, "You don't have to push yourself this hard. You slept for a whole day."

Zhao Fusheng shook his head and gave a bitter smile: "It's nothing. I'm in good health."

Sighing, Wen Yu didn't say much more. After all, Zhao Fusheng's situation was different from theirs; he already had one foot in the workplace.

"Where's my phone?" Zhao Fusheng asked Tan Kaixuan.

Tan Kaixuan casually unplugged it from the charger and handed it to Zhao Fusheng: "Who gave this to you? It's not cheap."

Zhao Fusheng smiled: "An advertiser gave it to me. They said to let me try out the product first."

"Get out of here. You can't go a day without bragging, or you'll die?" Tan Kaixuan and Wen Yu both laughed. Neither of them took Zhao Fusheng's words seriously; they both thought the company had given it to him for work.

Finding his phone book, he dialed Zheng Yao's number.

"Hello, this is Zhao Fusheng." Zhao Fusheng got straight to the point: "How are things going?"

Although Zheng Yao was surprised that Zhao Fusheng was calling her on a mobile phone, she knew this wasn't the time to dwell on that. She replied, "The proposal has been sent to Zhou Feifei and Liu Dehua's side, but do you have to be in such a hurry?"

In her view, Zhou Feifei and Liu Dehua had only left a few days ago, and now they were pushing them to shoot the commercial. Wasn't that a bit too rushed? After all, there were still over two months until New Year's Day.

Zhao Fusheng chuckled: "A little pressure won't hurt. At least it makes them understand the urgency."

Zheng Yao remained silent. Since Zhao Fusheng had said so, what else could she say? She had no choice but to obediently hang up and call Wang Jinghua.

As for Zhao Fusheng, he got out of bed, washed up, packed his things, picked up his wallet, and prepared to go home.

The weekend was approaching, so he had to report home and also ask his parents how things were going with the shopping mall.

Glancing at his wallet, Zhao Fusheng shook his head helplessly and decided to go to the bank first to withdraw some cash.

This was not like more than a decade later, when you could go out without cash in your pocket and pay for everything by scanning a code. Now, if you carried a stack of cash, you might be called a tycoon; more than a decade later, if you still did that, people would probably call you a bumpkin.

As for college students who bought things on credit, used JD IOUs and credit cards, and drank green tea, Mizone, and Red Bull, they certainly didn't carry much cash on them.

What they were into was fashion.

"Old Zhao, where are you going?" Seeing Zhao Fusheng heading out, Tan Kaixuan hesitated and then asked him.

Zhao Fusheng stopped at the door and turned around: "I'm going home. What's up?"

"Nothing. Come back tonight and we'll talk." Tan Kaixuan thought for a moment and said to Zhao Fusheng.

Zhao Fusheng nodded, didn't ask further, and walked straight out the door.

In this world, some people want promotions, raises, and to marry a fair, rich, and beautiful woman, reaching the peak of life.

Some people want to bet two yuan for five million, pay taxes, buy several houses with the remaining three million-plus, and live comfortably in a third- or fourth-tier city for the rest of their lives, maybe even meeting a beauty who's tired of playing and wants to settle down with a reliable guy.

Of course, some people yearn to walk down the street and suddenly have a system fall from the sky, or else black out and wake up with a skilled brother and a beautiful wife.

Dreams—some people think about them for decades and never achieve them; some people think about them for a few days and make them come true.

In his previous life, Zhao Fusheng had thought about it countless times, only to end in disappointment. But now, he felt he was getting closer and closer to his dream.

When he got home, his father was, as usual, not there. His mother and Li Yuan were chatting about something, while Fan Beibei was obediently watching TV.

"Brother!"

Seeing Zhao Fusheng enter, the little girl was overjoyed. She jumped off the sofa, ran over, and threw herself into Zhao Fusheng's arms, rubbing her little face against his.

Zhao Fusheng fondled Fan Beibei affectionately, holding her in his arms. He let the little girl give him a smacking kiss on the cheek before saying with a grin, "Beibei, I feel like you've gained weight?"

"Really, really?" The little girl was quite happy: "Beibei has grown taller too."

"Growing taller is good. Grow tall and help me deal with your sister, so she stops bullying me." Zhao Fusheng smiled, rubbed the little girl's cheek, and then looked toward the sofa: "Mom, Aunt Li, I'm back."

"Mm-hmm, good to have you back. Have you eaten?" Li Yuan asked Zhao Fusheng with a smile.

"Your dad went out. He'll be back soon." Zhao's mother said.

Zhao Fusheng nodded: "I haven't eaten. I just came to check in. I have to go back to school later."

"What's wrong?" Seeing his hurried expression, Li Yuan and Zhao's mother were startled, thinking something had happened.

Seeing this, Zhao Fusheng quickly shook his head, not daring to worry the elders: "It's like this. Teacher Zheng has taken on a project, and as one of the planners, I have to attend the meeting."

He didn't tell his parents that he was the chief planner and producer of the iPhony phone. Some things were better kept low-key; otherwise, the ambition his father had finally built up might be inadvertently crushed by him.

Zhao's mother and Li Yuan exchanged a glance and nodded slightly. Although they still didn't really understand what Zhao Fusheng meant, at least from his current demeanor, it seemed nothing was wrong.

A mother worries about her child traveling a thousand miles, but a child doesn't worry about a mother traveling a thousand miles. Many people probably won't understand this truth until they become parents themselves.