Chapter 0338 Warning

Zhao Fusheng was truly doting on Fan Beibei.

He had no children in his previous life. Although his current body was only twenty-two, his mental age was already over forty, on the verge of entering the age of knowing fate. He looked at four-year-old Fan Beibei as if she were his own child.

If his feelings for Fan Baobao were more about childhood friendship, then for Fan Beibei, Zhao Fusheng was raising her like a daughter.

Of course, humans are strange creatures, and the human heart is the most complex thing. Sometimes we ourselves can't figure out what we're thinking.

This emotion of confusion might accompany us from the beginning to the end of life, never disappearing.

After coaxing the little princess, Zhao Fusheng took Fan Baobao out. As for the matter of gifting shares, he felt there was no need to tell Li Yuan and the others for now. After all, his parents didn't yet know about his entrepreneurial endeavors. Zhao Fusheng thought it better to let his parents accept things gradually.

If the son who had always been honest and well-behaved suddenly turned into an all-capable entrepreneur, any parent would be shocked.

Not everyone has the strong and resilient nerves of the protagonist's parents in novels, who remain calm after discovering their son seems like a different person.

Moreover, Zhao Fusheng actually enjoyed the occasional feeling of getting some pocket money from his mom.

After all, his mom thought the little money her son earned from planning had all been invested in the mall. According to her understanding, Zhao Fusheng had no salary, so he still had to get living expenses from home.

To this, Zhao Fusheng expressed: Mother is right, long live Mother.

"Why are you going back so early?" Sitting in the car, Zhao Fusheng asked Fan Baobao curiously.

There were still several days until March 1st, when school started. Why was Fan Baobao going back so early?

Fan Baobao glanced at Zhao Fusheng: "I originally planned to take the train, buying the ticket five days in advance would be just right. Auntie said to let me fly, so it seems a bit early."

Rubbing his nose awkwardly, Zhao Fusheng simply looked out the window.

"Sister Hua called me yesterday and said she found me a cosmetics advertisement. I can shoot it after I go back," Fan Baobao said happily.

Now the family's financial situation had changed dramatically, and she had her own ideas. In her view, living under the Zhao family's roof forever was not a long-term solution. If she could earn more money, she could buy a house for her mother and sister. Moreover, Auntie Zhao and Uncle Zhao wouldn't have to work so hard managing the mall; they could hire someone to manage it.

Zhao Fusheng shook his head: "Don't worry about family matters. Why think so much?"

This was his true thought. Fan Baobao entered the entertainment industry to pursue her star dream, and Zhao Fusheng hoped she could live freely.

Some say that only those who cannot live out their own life form spend so much time caring about others' privacy more than their own lives. What a miserable life form, never truly living for oneself, living for parents, for lovers, and when older, for work and children. Under all the 'moral' excuses, they lose the honesty and courage to truly live for themselves.

But Zhao Fusheng didn't see it that way. In his view, if a person loses even the most basic sense of responsibility, then that life is truly meaningless.

Living out oneself doesn't mean recklessly letting go of oneself, but living well while maintaining oneself.

"None of your business, I just like to think," Fan Baobao ignored Zhao Fusheng and muttered to herself: "First, save money to buy a big house, preferably a three-story villa. Then Uncle and Auntie live on the second floor, my mom and Beibei on the first floor."

"What about me?" Zhao Fusheng blinked, pointed at his nose and asked, "Where do I live?"

Glancing at Zhao Fusheng, Fan Baobao thought for a moment: "You can be my agent. Wherever I live, you follow and live there."

Hearing this, Zhao Fusheng expressed that he was still far from the glorious and great profession of being an agent.

Shaking his head, he said: "Well, I won't get involved in being an agent or anything."

The reason was simple: he remembered a man who would turn the word 'agent' into a rat crossing the street in the future.

As the saying goes: One toast to Baoqiang, one to Nailiang.

But now these two weren't famous yet. The former seemed to be still hanging around the gate of the Beijing Film Studio for box lunches, while the latter, as a member of the Stabbing Knife Sect, wouldn't get into the Beijing Film Academy until next year. Speaking of which, Zhao Fusheng hadn't noticed that he hadn't seen any members of the Stabbing Knife Sect.

But Zhao Fusheng didn't know whether these two existed in this parallel world.

In fact, Zhao Fusheng didn't have much goodwill toward people in the entertainment industry, because in his view, as long as you're in this circle, it's hard not to have some dark history.

There was no help for it. The era he lived in had an incredibly developed internet, with countless information media. The result was that all kinds of information about public figures in the entertainment industry were exposed under the spotlight.

In the end, what people competed on wasn't their work, but their respective PR teams.

That's why those middle-aged male actors in their forties and fifties were sought after—because these old-timers who had weathered ups and downs for over a decade really had no scandals. Of course, except for the one who sold a persona; that old cadre who couldn't even distinguish between Confucianism, Taoism, and Buddhism classics—Zhao Fusheng admired his publicity team.

As for the others, like the members of the Stabbing Knife Sect, the leader would be nothing without a good father. The deputy leader became famous young but had no representative works. After joining a variety show, he started selling a loyal persona, completely forgetting his childhood dream of collecting seven stones to summon a dragon.

Of course, he wasn't idle either. A certain female star in the circle who called herself a 'noble family' got together with him. Zhao Fusheng could only sigh: birds of a feather flock together. He wondered if the deputy leader would be happy to have a large group of brothers-in-law.

Shaking his head, Zhao Fusheng looked at Fan Baobao seriously and said: "Remember, anywhere except your school, if you come back from the restroom, don't touch any cup or bottle you've used. Only drink from unopened ones, got it?"

Fan Baobao was startled, frowned, and asked curiously: "What do you mean?"

Zhao Fusheng waved his hand: "Don't ask what it means. It's for your own good."

The entertainment industry is too deep. Zhao Fusheng didn't want Fan Baobao to become the next Lan Jieying.