Chapter 0389: The Third Wheel

Zhao Fusheng actually understood that people's choices would certainly differ depending on their position.

For instance, if Wang Zhen had missed Dong Chenxi and remained poor, just like in his previous life, his life might have turned out like the one Zhao Fusheng had experienced—becoming a simple, honest man.

But fate had changed. After getting together with Dong Chenxi, Wang Zhen began to have some hopes for the future. Zhao Fusheng had taken him into MyHome and successfully sold the website for a good price.

For an ordinary young man, Wang Zhen could already be considered successful.

He had a young and pretty girlfriend, whose job was quite good—she was the assistant to the general manager of a famous advertising company. And he didn't have to worry about her being harassed, because the chief designer of that company was his good friend.

As for himself, he was about to graduate from college, had succeeded in his business, and made a million.

For most people, this was already a carefree and wonderful life.

Therefore, Wang Zhen's choice was to lie low and continue this life smoothly. In his and his family's eyes, what they had now was enough—enough for them to live a life slightly better than ordinary people.

This conflicted with Dong Chenxi's perception.

Sighing, Zhao Fusheng said to Wen Yu, "Didn't you guys try to persuade him? He can't be like this."

No matter what, Wang Zhen's approach was wrong.

He had a fight with his girlfriend and then went to meet an online friend, and now he was openly together with her. What was that all about?

A mistress moving up?

Some people always judge by ability alone, ignoring personal morality. In fact, ability can be cultivated, but personal morality determines the upper limit of a person's capability.

Between people, short-term interaction depends on temperament, long-term interaction depends on character, and if you want to associate for even longer, you have to look at a person's moral character.

At the very least, the current Wang Zhen was completely different from the Wang Zhen Zhao Fusheng had known in his previous life.

Wen Yu smiled bitterly but said nothing. Instead, Tan Kaixuan snorted coldly, "Persuade? Hah, he has to be willing to listen."

Hearing this, Zhao Fusheng understood. It seemed that Tan Kaixuan and Wen Yu had not only tried to persuade Wang Zhen but had also ended up in a rather unpleasant situation.

With that thought, Zhao Fusheng said no more.

Everyone has their own aspirations. Since Wang Zhen had chosen his own path, others could hardly say anything more.

Sure enough, that night, Wang Zhen did not return to the dormitory.

According to Wen Yu, this had been the norm lately.

The next morning, Zhao Fusheng got up to wash up. That rascal Tan Kaixuan had already disappeared. He was now truly practicing what he preached, faithfully going to the store every day to train with the employees.

Moreover, the guy was even hiding his identity, asking Li Yuan not to reveal his secret as the boss.

Zhao Fusheng was too lazy to comment on his perverse taste. He went to a class with Wen Yu and then was dragged by that guy to the library to watch him and Han Meimei show off their affection in front of him.

Even that girl Han Meimei teased Zhao Fusheng: "Brother Zhao, I heard you can write poems. Why don't you write a few, and I'll introduce you to some literary young ladies, how about that?"

Zhao Fusheng had made quite a splash in the poetry society last year; after all, he had only written a few poems and then disappeared, which made people miss him more than if he had hung around the society all day. Whenever someone mentioned him, they spoke of it with a sense of a fleeting glimpse. Even Han Meimei had heard about it from her classmates.

He shot her a glare and said to Wen Yu: "Keep your girlfriend in line, or I'll come after you later."

Wen Yu blinked, looking innocent, and shrugged, expressing helplessness at being caught in the crossfire.

"See, you can't retaliate," Han Meimei continued teasing Zhao Fusheng with a laugh.

Zhao Fusheng was about to speak when his phone vibrated. He glanced at the caller ID, stood up, and walked out of the study room. After all, it was a public place; every time he went to the library, he set his phone to vibrate to avoid disturbing others.

"Hello, what's up?" Zhao Fusheng said into the phone.

"It's done," Dong Chenxi said.

She had notified both Metersbonwe and Linhai Group yesterday, expecting them to deliberate. But both companies, after hearing Zhao Fusheng's offer, sent over the contract agreement this morning.

"Good. You can start building the team," Zhao Fusheng said with a smile.

Dong Chenxi nodded: "I know, but are you sure you don't want to visit Binzhou?"

Since Future Advertising's headquarters moved to Binzhou, Zhao Fusheng hadn't been there once. The company was full of curiosity about the mysterious chief advertising planner, Lucifer.

Zhao Fusheng chuckled: "No need. I'm not a monster with three heads and six arms, nor am I a giant panda. What's there to see?"

He really couldn't be bothered to go; since he didn't participate in company management, going would be useless.

"That reason of yours..." Dong Chenxi was speechless. She felt that Zhao Fusheng was incredibly lazy.

But his laziness was different from Wang Zhen's lack of ambition; it was more about keeping a low profile while occasionally asserting his presence.

"Alright, get the proposal done as soon as possible. For Metersbonwe, focus on sports, showcasing the youthful and vibrant side of young people. As for Linhai Group, they're larger and well-known. Their ad campaign is targeting the upcoming Olympics, so pay attention to the content—best to feature athletes."

Zhao Fusheng spoke to Dong Chenxi seriously.

Dong Chenxi nodded and jotted down notes with her pen, knowing that what Zhao Fusheng said must be related to his advertising slogans.

After Zhao Fusheng finished, Dong Chenxi asked: "About the spokesperson issue, what do you think..."

Zhao Fusheng thought for a long moment and finally said: "Let's not rush that. We'll see after the specific proposal is done."

Hanging up, Zhao Fusheng frowned, thought for a while, then shook his head with a smile. He was overthinking it. Linhai Group had been famous for years and naturally had its own spokespersons, most of whom were national team members.

As for Metersbonwe, they also seemed to have fixed celebrity endorsers. So the spokesperson issue really wasn't something he needed to worry about.

He walked back toward the study room, but just as he reached the door, he ran into someone. Neither had expected to meet there, and both were quite surprised.

With an awkward smile, Zhao Fusheng then calmly greeted: "Hello, long time no see."

"Yeah, long time no see." The person looked at Zhao Fusheng, hesitated, and said: "Can we talk?"

Zhao Fusheng frowned and remained silent...