Chapter 0212: Until the End of the World

Zhao Fusheng knew very well that Qin Wentao had been working especially hard lately.

Zheng Yao had always been a person of strong执行力. After discussing with Zhao Fusheng, she quickly carried out a large-scale reorganization of Future Advertising.

The Beijing branch was dissolved and changed into a representative office. Meanwhile, she began scouting locations in the provincial capital Binzhou, preparing to move the company headquarters there. In Zheng Yao's words, trying to bite off more than one could chew was definitely not feasible; instead, they should proceed step by step, first stabilizing the provincial market, then looking toward the Northeast market, and eventually the entire northern region.

As for the nationwide market, Zheng Yao was well aware that it was no longer something a single advertising company could handle.

Within the company, the Creative Department and the Planning Department were merged, with Tang Yu appointed as the head of the merged Planning Department and Qin Wentao as deputy head.

Externally, the Future Advertising Planning Department continued to maintain strict standards: only those who completed a planning proposal and had it accepted could become official advertising designers of the company.

To this end, Zheng Yao issued a recruitment call to all advertising design students across the province's universities.

As long as they could complete the advertising planning proposal published by Future Advertising, even a freshman could receive an offer letter and become a formal employee of the company upon graduation.

This was undoubtedly a huge encouragement for those students.

Thus, on Future Advertising's forum page, many people waited every day for the company to release the latest advertising planning recruitment.

The outside world expressed incomprehension: large companies dismissed it, while small companies lacked Future Advertising's reputation, especially since many industry professionals now knew that Future Advertising would have two advertisements airing in the new year.

"It's good to be busy."

Zhao Fusheng smiled and gently shook his head, saying nothing.

He had been relatively free lately, or more precisely, as winter approached, he could still enjoy a final period of peace before shooting the advertisement.

Taking out his phone, Zhao Fusheng called Dong Chenxi.

"How are the preparations going?" Zhao Fusheng asked.

"Basically almost done. But can you get leave from your school?"

Zhao Fusheng nodded: "Don't worry about that. Tell the finance department to ensure the funds are sufficient. I don't want to run into a situation where production funds are insufficient."

"Rest assured, President Han has already transferred the money, and President Zheng has also instructed the finance department," Dong Chenxi quickly said.

After a pause, she hesitated but still asked: "Also, President Zheng asked me to ask you whether the advertising script needs to be registered with the Screenwriters Association."

Zhao Fusheng laughed: "What, does she have some idea?"

"No, she didn't say..." Dong Chenxi quickly replied.

Zhao Fusheng thought for a moment and said: "Registration is fine, but it must be in my own name. Also, you can tell her that even if this script is later adapted into something else, it has nothing to do with the company."

Hanging up the phone, Zhao Fusheng shook his head and smiled. Zheng Yao had good insight, actually recognizing that his advertising plan was essentially a movie.

But there was no helping it; Zhao Fusheng had never intended to hand over this film script to Future Advertising.

An advertising company should stick to its own business of producing advertisements; overthinking was pointless.

In fact, everything depends on timing. For example, if two people go on a date and make a move directly in the cinema, unless the girl is an idiot, she definitely won't agree. After all, she's not surnamed Pan, and you're not Master Simen.

But if after watching a movie, they go to a cozy shop for a late-night snack, preferably with some red wine and candles, in a beautiful and romantic atmosphere, the girl's guard will be at its lowest.

As for what comes next, as long as you're not an idiot, you should know what to do. If you still need someone to teach you, then such a person is destined to be a Lu Zhishen for life.

In Zhao Fusheng's view, it was not yet a good opportunity for him to enter the film and television industry. On one hand, the domestic film and television industry was not very prosperous; more importantly, he did not yet have the capital to contend with various forces.

Occasionally writing a script to earn some pocket money was fine, but if he really thought about using his foresight to dominate, Zhao Fusheng could only say that only the protagonists in novels were that awesome; he didn't have that ability.

After a stroll through the library, Zhao Fusheng originally planned to leave, but instead saw a rather unexpected pair.

"Oh, what are you two doing here?"

Zhao Fusheng walked over with a smile and sat down opposite the two, speaking in a low voice with a grin.

"What are you doing here?" Wen Yu looked up, staring at Zhao Fusheng in surprise, while the girl beside him had already blushed.

"Hello," Han Meimei said softly, greeting Zhao Fusheng in a voice barely louder than a mosquito's. Clearly, she recognized who Zhao Fusheng was.

"What's good about me?" Zhao Fusheng smiled, looking at Han Meimei playfully. He was in a good mood, so he felt like teasing her.

"Can't you stop being like this?" Wen Yu looked at Zhao Fusheng speechlessly. This guy loved to tease people too much, even worse than Tan Kaixuan.

"Look at you, I'm just teasing the junior, and you're already this upset. What's up, something going on?" Zhao Fusheng smiled and winked at Wen Yu.

At that moment, Wen Yu really wanted to throw this guy out, but the library required silence. Their talking had already displeased several people around them. If looks could kill, Zhao Fusheng would probably have been stabbed with several holes.

"Nothing's going on! You go, you go now!" Wen Yu glared at Zhao Fusheng.

Zhao Fusheng smiled at Han Meimei, then pointed at Wen Yu meaningfully.

Wen Yu simply ignored him, making a shooing gesture as if Zhao Fusheng were an annoying fly.

Zhao Fusheng wasn't angry. Teasing was something that required knowing when to stop. After all, even with good friends, jokes have their limits. You can't make a friend angry with a joke; otherwise, you can't call them a true friend.

Watching Zhao Fusheng's retreating figure, Wen Yu shook his head helplessly and said to Han Meimei, "Don't mind him. Old Zhao is like that, he likes to joke, but he's a good person."

"I know. He's very impressive," Han Meimei nodded and said softly.

"How do you know?" Wen Yu was quite surprised.

"You mentioned it before, and many of us freshmen know about him..." Han Meimei said with a giggle.

Of course, she didn't tell Wen Yu that the main reason the freshmen knew about Zhao Fusheng was because of the legend that he had seduced their counselor.

If Zhao Fusheng knew this news, he would surely vomit blood and become the first reborn person to die of anger.