Chapter 0298: An Unexpected Phone Call

The setbacks and failures he had experienced in his previous life, coupled with his mental age and life experience, allowed Zhao Fusheng to maintain extraordinary calm and composure when facing many things.

That was why he could calmly come to find his father and speak calmly about what others would consider a huge matter.

"Tell me, what's going on?" Father Zhao looked at Zhao Fusheng and asked curiously.

His son coming to him so solemnly must mean it was something very important.

Zhao Fusheng shrugged: "Actually, it's nothing. I just remembered Mom mentioning your bank loan. Is the contact reliable? I'm worried something might go wrong, and if the bank demands repayment, we'll be in trouble."

Father Zhao frowned: "Your mom told you?"

Zhao Fusheng nodded: "She just told me about finding someone to arrange the loan. The rest I figured out on my own."

"You little rascal, you've grown up." Father Zhao chuckled and waved his hand: "Don't worry, nothing will go wrong."

"Really?" Zhao Fusheng frowned, clearly surprised by his father's attitude, because he could tell that his dad truly wasn't worried.

"What, do I have to report everything I do to you?" Father Zhao reached out and tapped his son on the head: "You little rascal, you really think I don't know anything?"

"Dad, you mean..." Zhao Fusheng hesitated, looking at his father in surprise.

Father Zhao chuckled: "I know, you're worried that someone might be scheming behind the scenes, right?"

Zhao Fusheng nodded: "The business is too booming. I'm always afraid someone might get jealous."

"Silly boy, I've eaten more salt than you've eaten rice. If you can think of it, how could I not?" Father Zhao said: "I arranged the loan through my old company commander. His wife is the deputy president of the city's Construction Bank."

Holy shit!

Zhao Fusheng was stunned. He never expected his dad to have such connections. But on second thought, it was actually quite normal.

After all, his father had so many comrades-in-arms; it wasn't impossible that some of them had become big shots.

In fact, relationships among comrades and classmates are often quite interesting. Apart from those true friends who share deep bonds, most of these connections work such that if you're doing well, you'll naturally have a group of friends who are also doing well.

For instance, if Father Zhao hadn't been starting such a big business, meeting his old company commander might have just meant a salute and a drink, and that would have been it.

But precisely because he had shown enough strength, there was room for maneuvering.

The deputy president needed to find people to lend money to, and Father Zhao needed a loan. Even if some procedures might not be entirely reasonable, no one would be foolish enough to oppose such a win-win situation.

The so-called 'special handling for special cases' is often like this.

"Not only that, Uncle Chen and I also went to the city's armed forces department." Father Zhao said calmly: "Haven't you noticed? We've added a batch of security guards in the supermarket—all this year's veterans. And the cashiers, including the cleaning staff, are all dependents of military martyrs. In short, our family's store is now a military-civilian co-building unit. A few days ago, the logistics department of the military sub-district even contacted me specifically to thank me for donating rice and flour."

After speaking, Father Zhao looked at Zhao Fusheng with a smile: "So, son, is there anything else you want to say now?"

"Brilliant! Absolutely brilliant!" Zhao Fusheng looked at his seemingly honest father, gave him a thumbs-up, and exclaimed with genuine admiration.

He really hadn't expected that his dad had already prepared for this.

In these times, once something involved the military, it took on a different meaning. For many people, a shopping mall wasn't worth offending someone they shouldn't.

"Alright, hurry home now." Father Zhao waved his hand and said to Zhao Fusheng, "Don't overthink things. Why think so much all day? Focus on your studies, got it?"

Zhao Fusheng nodded. This was his dad's style. That overly sentimental tone last night must have been instigated by his mom.

"Okay, you go ahead with your work. I'll go out for a bit." Zhao Fusheng said to Father Zhao.

He had originally planned to give his father advice, but instead got lectured by the old man. Zhao Fusheng felt that the face of a reborn person was almost completely lost by him.

Hey, even a reborn person needs to save face, alright!

Just as he left his father's office, Zhao Fusheng's phone rang. In a bad mood, he answered without looking: "Hello, who is this?"

"Oh, who made our Planner Zhao angry?" Wang Zhonglei's voice came through the receiver, which surprised Zhao Fusheng quite a bit.

"President Wang, what's this about?" Zhao Fusheng frowned, asking somewhat puzzled.

Regarding the Wang brothers, although he didn't say anything on the surface, Zhao Fusheng was very wary of them. After all, they were genuine businessmen. To put it bluntly, they pursued profit, so things like friendship were useless with them. He wasn't Feng the Cannon, who had that much clout.

Speaking of Feng the Cannon, Zhao Fusheng hadn't been able to find this person. In the past two years, the director of Huayi's New Year comedy films was a man named Ma Dajun.

Times change, and there are always some people who disappear silently.

"There's something I'd like to ask Planner Zhao for help with." Wang Zhonglei didn't beat around the bush and directly stated his purpose.

Zhao Fusheng was curious. What could make Wang Zhonglei come to him?

Could it be about advertising?

"President Wang, feel free to say it. If I can help, I will." Zhao Fusheng smiled.

"It's like this. A friend of mine accidentally saw some of your manuscripts left at Haidong and wants to meet you." Wang Zhonglei said somewhat helplessly.

Zhao Fusheng was taken aback: "My manuscripts, left at Haidong?"

He really didn't remember leaving anything at Haidong. At that time, he had locked himself in the hotel room writing the script for "Infernal Affairs," and he was completely dazed.

"Yes, it's a short story. But it seems you weren't satisfied and threw it on the table..." Wang Zhonglei said awkwardly.

Zhao Fusheng frowned deeper. He didn't understand what Wang Zhonglei was hesitating about.

More importantly, Zhao Fusheng really couldn't recall that story. Those days when he was writing the script, he was truly dizzy and confused. After all, he wasn't a professional; the entire script relied on his memory of movies he had seen. That feeling was very exhausting.

"Let me say it. Wang Zhonglei wanted to know what you wrote, so he sent someone to collect the trash from your room. They found a story outline. I'm very interested. I want to meet you!"

At that moment, another deep male voice suddenly came through the phone. Even across the receiver, Zhao Fusheng could feel the rough and unrestrained aura.