Chapter 0344: Lawyer Cheng

Zhao Fusheng had always firmly believed that freedom is not about doing whatever you want, but about not being forced to do what you don't want. More precisely, it means that everyone has the right to choose how to live their life—it can be restricted, but it cannot be represented by others.

Of course, this is difficult to achieve, because Zhao Fusheng, who understood the course of history, knew this all too well.

Therefore, Zhao Fusheng simply wanted to live a little more freely, at least to be able to live happily with his family, rather than worrying daily about daily necessities.

"Lawyer Cheng, take a rest first. We can talk about anything over dinner tonight," Zhao Fusheng said with a smile, noticing a hint of fatigue on Cheng Gong's face.

The man had traveled all the way from Shenzhen to Ninghai, and hadn't even had time to eat after getting off the plane before being dragged into work discussions. Zhao Fusheng felt a bit sorry about that.

Cheng Gong smiled. "Let's talk tonight. I'll take a shower first, get some sleep, and order room service if I get hungry. We can chat tomorrow."

It wasn't that he was trying to snub Zhao Fusheng; he was simply too tired. All Cheng Gong wanted now was a good sleep.

Seeing this, Zhao Fusheng said nothing more, exchanged a few pleasantries, and took his leave.

Leaving the hotel, Zhao Fusheng walked toward his residence.

He didn't go back to the dormitory. He had called his roommates earlier, and those guys were all cutting it close, planning to return only the day before school started. The dorm was empty now, and Zhao Fusheng couldn't be bothered to go back.

Returning to his place, he found Dong Chenxi watching TV on the sofa. Zhao Fusheng smiled and said, "What's up? Is the house deal done?"

Dong Chenxi naturally knew it was him. She nodded in response. "I've already contacted the homeowner. We'll go through the transfer procedures tomorrow."

Then her gaze fell on the kraft paper bag in Zhao Fusheng's hand.

"What's that?" Dong Chenxi asked casually.

Zhao Fusheng smiled. "I bought something and had someone bring it over for me."

"Tch, so mysterious." Dong Chenxi pursed her lips, said nothing more, and focused on the TV drama.

Zhao Fusheng shook his head helplessly. Women, no matter their age, were all the same—their love for TV dramas was truly admirable.

Back in his room, Zhao Fusheng took out the contract and read it carefully again. After some thought, he decided he should rent a safe deposit box at the bank.

At the very least, the equity certificates for Shengda and Tencent were not suitable to keep at home.

Thinking of this, a smile crept onto Zhao Fusheng's face. He suddenly understood why those big shots always liked to speak in a pretentious tone after success, uttering words that others found incredibly cheesy.

Actually, it wasn't that the big shots wanted to be pretentious or show off; it was because that was genuinely how they thought.

Just like what the father of that entertainment industry watchdog official said: when he wanted to do something, he first set a small goal: "Earn a hundred million!"

This statement seemed absurd, but remember, the man was the richest of the rich, often investing tens of billions in a single project. A goal of a hundred million was perfectly reasonable.

Poverty limits our imagination, so we think they're showing off, but in fact, for them, they might just be stating an idea.

"Next, I need to figure out what to do," Zhao Fusheng thought as he lay on the bed.

He originally had 1.2 million in funds, invested 700,000 in the stock market, and ended up with over a million in profit. Adding the remaining money, he had exactly 2.3 million.

He kept the odd change for the house purchase and transferred the remaining million to Boss Ma. The funds he could now use were exactly one million.

And that one million, Zhao Fusheng was thinking about what to do with it.

Life is like a glass of water; if accidentally spilled on the ground, it will soon mix with the soil and vanish. Time is short, and Zhao Fusheng didn't want to waste his precious time on trivial matters in life. He wasn't a child, with no time for romantic melancholy.

Of course, Zhao Fusheng also understood that even if he started a business, he would need to choose a suitable project and the right partner.

He couldn't bring himself to give away shares to others for no reason.

His principle had always been: what's mine is mine. If I give it to you, you can take it. If I don't, you shouldn't blame me, and you certainly can't take it by force.

People often fail to cherish those who are good to them, thinking that others should naturally give for them. In fact, if such people were described in an internet slang term, it would probably be what Empress Hua often said: "B*tches be pretentious."

……

……

When Zhao Fusheng got up the next day, Dong Chenxi had already gone out. She was definitely a person with a strong sense of career. With her clean and decisive manner, Zhao Fusheng had to admit that he himself was not as good as Dong Chenxi.

Of course, it might also have something to do with the fact that this matter was entrusted to her. Presumably, in Dong Chenxi's view, once she finished handling Zhao Fusheng's affairs, she could quickly return to Binzhou.

Simply put, this was called escaping from the sea of misery early.

Not bothered by such trivial matters, Zhao Fusheng called Cheng Gong. Learning that he was already up, he grabbed the remaining Aipu phone at home and headed toward the International Hotel.

At the hotel, Zhao Fusheng handed the phone to Cheng Gong.

Cheng Gong took the phone, startled. "This is?"

Zhao Fusheng smiled. "I haven't properly introduced myself, but I believe Lawyer Cheng must have guessed. I'm a junior majoring in advertising design at Ninghai Normal University. The advertising planning for this phone was designed by me."

Cheng Gong nodded, looking as if he had expected it, and said with a smile, "I guessed earlier that you might be a student, but I didn't expect it to be true."

He wasn't stupid. Zhao Fusheng had specifically asked him to come to Ninghai Normal University and arranged for him to stay here. Either he was a student or a faculty family member, and deep down, he leaned toward the former.

As it turned out, he was right.

Seeing Cheng Gong's calm expression as he accepted his identity, Zhao Fusheng nodded in satisfaction and said, "This was a gift from the manufacturer. I have no use for it, so I'm giving it to Lawyer Cheng."

Cheng Gong didn't stand on ceremony and took it calmly. It was what he deserved, and it also proved that Zhao Fusheng had accepted him.

Although this young man was still shrouded in a layer of mystery, Cheng Gong felt that his luck this time was good, and it seemed he had bet correctly. It appeared that Zhao Fusheng would have more surprises in store for him.

Seeing this, Zhao Fusheng didn't beat around the bush. He said, "There's something I'd like to ask for your help with, Lawyer Cheng."

Cheng Gong's eyes lit up, and he nodded. "Please, go ahead."

He knew that this was the real reason Zhao Fusheng had come today.