Chapter 0230: Being Teased

After sending off the somewhat uneasy Dong Chenxi, Zhao Fusheng went back to sleep. He wasn't going to pick up any representative from Aipu Mobile; if that fat guy Han Bin came, he might consider it.

As for others, sorry, Zhao Fusheng didn't have the time.

Zhao Fusheng actually admired Han Pojun. Although he had never heard of this person in his previous life, after just a few meetings, Han Pojun left a deep impression on him.

It was no exaggeration to say that Han Pojun was the model of success in Zhao Fusheng's mind. He always wore a kind smile, spoke in a low tone, with a gentle voice and not too loud, yet exuded an air of condescending superiority. None of his peers dared to question a single word from this boss, aside from differences in status, there might be some inexplicable reasons.

Zhao Fusheng admitted that he held a certain fear of Han Pojun, not only because of his wealth and status, but more importantly, unlike Zhu Yushi, everything about Han Pojun was unknown to Zhao Fusheng.

As a reborn person, Zhao Fusheng could use his foreknowledge to judge Zhu Yushi's actions, but he had no way to predict any of Han Pojun's decisions.

Although only a few days had passed, Han Pojun had shown him a new world, a world that a young man without a strong background like him might never encounter in a lifetime.

Not being somewhat afraid of such a person wasn't arrogance, but stupidity—the kind of stupidity that was incurable, not knowing the immensity of heaven and earth.

Zhao Fusheng was not stupid, so he held awe in his heart, thinking that one day he would become stronger than him.

Facts proved that Zhao Fusheng's decision was correct.

Without the so-called face-slapping and stepping-on-people clichés from urban novels, the representative from Aipu Company politely visited the set and then left directly.

"How did you guess?" Dong Chenxi called Zhao Fusheng, very surprised. She didn't understand how Zhao Fusheng had figured that out.

"When I first met Han Bin, I didn't think he looked like a businessman at all. But this man has exceptional composure. He could squat there watching a fish without feeling embarrassed that a boss like him was seen by me doing that. No matter what topic I brought up, he could brush it off lightly and complete the negotiation with me silently. Such a person is either a cunning old fox or an unshakable rock—an absolute wise man."

Zhao Fusheng said slowly. If Dong Chenxi were beside him, she would see a rare sharpness on his face: "Even if such a person wanted to cause trouble, he wouldn't send a vice president to make things difficult."

"I see..." Dong Chenxi thought for a moment: "You mean, if he wanted to cause trouble, he wouldn't beat around the bush like this?"

Zhao Fusheng nodded: "Do you know how a chef cooks a turtle?"

"Huh?"

Hearing this question, Dong Chenxi looked bewildered, because she had no idea what Zhao Fusheng was talking about, how he suddenly brought up food, and specifically the rare matter of eating turtle.

With a light laugh, Zhao Fusheng said calmly: "Because a turtle has a shell. If it senses danger, it will retract its head. So when killing it, the chef takes a chopstick, tries to get the turtle to bite it, and the moment it bites, with a swift chop, cuts off its head..."

"The whole process, the key points are the beginning when the turtle sticks its head out to bite the chopstick and the final chop." Zhao Fusheng said in a flat tone: "If Han Bin does something, he will definitely do it this way."

"Is he that ruthless?" Dong Chenxi still couldn't believe it. She had met Han Bin, and to her, he was just a harmless fat guy.

Zhao Fusheng fell silent and did not respond.

"Alright, since you say so, I won't bother. Are you coming to the set today?" Dong Chenxi continued asking Zhao Fusheng.

Zhao Fusheng thought for a moment: "Liu Dehua and Zhou Feifei are both there, right?"

"Yes, but today is Zhou Feifei's last scene. She can leave tomorrow." Dong Chenxi said, since Zhou Feifei was only the female lead, and the male lead had the most scenes in the entire commercial.

"Okay, I'll come over later." Zhao Fusheng said after thinking.

"Good, but you'd better hurry. If Zhou Feifei finishes her scene, she might leave directly." Dong Chenxi reminded Zhao Fusheng.

Zhao Fusheng chuckled: "Every man for himself. As long as she's not stupid, she won't leave before seeing me."

After saying that, before Dong Chenxi could speak, he hung up.

The phrase 'every man for himself' fully captures human selfishness. But in other words, it's also a survival instinct. The world is only so big, and money is only so much. If you don't take from others, others will take from you. So whether in business or as an employee, everyone wants to climb up. The higher you go, the fewer positions there are, and the better the view. Who doesn't want to be one step ahead and see the better scenery sooner?

Zhao Fusheng didn't mind being called an ambitious person. In his view, a man's strength should be in bed and in his hands—the hands holding money and power. But these two things are always reciprocal everywhere.

Maybe ten years later, he wouldn't even have a chance to rise, because by then, for a grassroots person to succeed in China, they could only hope for a windfall or for some big shot's daughter to fall desperately in love with him, becoming a phoenix man.

The power of one person is too insignificant. Even if that person is very strong, when facing the whole world, as one of the masses, he appears exceedingly small.

Zhao Fusheng knew well that in the life we live, most existences are trivial developments; idealization itself is unreasonable. Most people struggle in mediocrity and weak struggles, trying to achieve sublimation. We rise and fall, occasionally noble, resistant, striving, indifferent, or drifting with the tide.

After tidying up his things, Zhao Fusheng took the script and walked toward the set. He planned to settle matters while Zhou Feifei was still there.

He had never been an impulsive person, but recently Zhao Fusheng felt that time was running out. After all, the millennium was approaching, and the development of the internet era often couldn't be measured in years. Sometimes, a month could bring many changes.

Zhao Fusheng knew he couldn't afford to wait.

It's often said that a man's knees are worth gold, but Zhao Fusheng didn't think so. Those who wouldn't bow for five bushels of rice generally lived well. As for so-called dignity and pride, he always felt they were earned through one's own strength. A person without ability who wants to live proudly probably has to rely on spiritual victory.

What is spiritual victory?

For example, a poor beggar who will starve tomorrow if he doesn't eat today. If someone throws a bun on the ground, he will pick it up and eat it.

Those who talk about not eating food given in contempt are either saints or not hungry enough.

Ring ring ring!

As soon as Zhao Fusheng stepped out, his phone rang. He glanced at the number and smiled: "Sister Hua, you sure are fast."

"I have to be fast. I heard you want to see Feifei?" Wang Jinghua said with a light laugh, her voice tinged with cheerfulness: "What, are you planning to give Feifei a role?"

Zhao Fusheng nodded and didn't beat around the bush: "Yes, Sister Hua, since you've taken such good care of me, I have to give you face. Although Zhou Feifei's acting is average, I think she can be that touch of red in this drama."

Hearing Zhao Fusheng's words, Wang Jinghua was quite pleased: "Alright, let's talk when we meet at the set."

Zhao Fusheng nodded, put down the phone, and gently shook his head. Probably only at times like this could he taste what power felt like.

When he arrived at the set, he saw Wang Jinghua standing there waiting for him from afar.

"Sister Hua, you're too polite. I can't bear it." Zhao Fusheng walked over and said with a smile.

"Look at you, as a top-notch planner and new screenwriter, shouldn't you be a bit more domineering?" Wang Jinghua teased Zhao Fusheng: "Don't be so low-key and modest."

Zhao Fusheng gave her a helpless look: "Sister, take back the word 'domineering,' and we can still be friends."

"Huh?" Wang Jinghua was taken aback, then understood Zhao Fusheng's meaning. Her face instantly flushed, and she glared at him: "You little brat, even teasing me."

Then she blinked, paused, and said: "What, do you like women my age?"

Pfft!

Zhao Fusheng stumbled, almost fell, and fled in panic.

Married women were indeed not to be trifled with. He had only casually teased her because he was in a good mood, but she had backed him into a corner.

Watching Zhao Fusheng's retreating figure, Wang Jinghua burst into laughter. She had always felt a bit stifled around this guy, and today she finally got her revenge.

Zhao Fusheng hurried toward the set, feeling quite helpless. He could tell that Wang Jinghua had said that purely to tease him, but as a virgin in this life, facing such teasing was still very awkward.

Stopping the carriage to enjoy the evening maple grove, a red branch reaches out from the wall. Such things were too common in the entertainment industry, and Zhao Fusheng didn't want to be criticized one day.

However, his rushing into the set startled Dong Chenxi. She looked at him in surprise and asked, "What's wrong? Is someone chasing you?"

"No, I'm single." Zhao Fusheng said subconsciously.

Dong Chenxi blinked, feeling that something was off with this conversation.