Chapter 0395: A Difficult Direction to Choose

Yu Feihong saw that Zhao Fusheng hadn't spoken for a long time and found it strange. She typed, "Do you think they're not suitable?"

Zhao Fusheng, on the other side of the computer, smiled bitterly. He couldn't very well tell Yu Feihong that he had never even heard of these people's names.

It wasn't that these people didn't exist in Zhao Fusheng's previous life, but because he really didn't know much about the entertainment industry. Apart from the big stars who often appeared in entertainment news, he was completely unaware of many people in the circle.

The list Yu Feihong had given him had only six names, and Zhao Fusheng found that he didn't recognize a single one.

Sighing, Zhao Fusheng honestly replied, "Sister, I don't know any of these people..."

Yu Feihong burst out laughing in her Beijing home.

She really hadn't expected Zhao Fusheng to give her such an answer.

After laughing for a while, Yu Feihong simply called Zhao Fusheng on the phone.

"So there are things you don't know?" she teased, clearly in a good mood.

Zhao Fusheng said, "Sister, how about this: put these people on probation first. You can distribute the first batch of relief funds with them, and then we'll see. Honestly, when it comes to charity, quality matters more than quantity. Those who seek fame and want to use this to become famous, we'd better not get involved with them. What do you think?"

Yu Feihong was taken aback, then nodded: "Okay, I understand. Don't worry, I'll definitely observe them carefully."

She understood what Zhao Fusheng meant. Nowadays, it was no longer like the 1980s or 1990s, when people might still retain a simple nature and many valued selfless dedication.

Now, more and more people liked to talk about getting more for doing more.

The implication was that if you did something, you had to get the corresponding reward.

Hanging up the phone, Zhao Fusheng rubbed his head in frustration. A thousand threads and a myriad of ends—that was probably the situation he faced now. His father's business was growing bigger and bigger, and he couldn't afford to fall behind.

Moreover, in Zhao Fusheng's view, his father was having too smooth a time now. Sooner or later, he would run into trouble. If that happened, who else but him would bail his father out?

Zhao Fusheng never placed his hopes on others, because once a person relied on someone else to change their fate, it meant that person's life had no hope left.

Calculating the time, Zhao Fusheng figured out the dates. This year, the school, for some unknown reason, required interns to report in August. That meant he had only four months left.

Simply put, Zhao Fusheng felt he didn't have enough time, and he didn't have enough money.

That was the truth. Although he had a lot of money-making projects in his mind, at first glance, it seemed like Zhao Fusheng was holding a bunch of bombs, and any one he threw out would startle a flock of gulls and herons. But the problem was that not many of them had long-term development value and were suitable for him.

In simple terms, this business had to ensure long-term profits and still have room for growth. Most importantly, during the half-year or so when he was away, the business had to be able to operate normally.

After thinking it over and over, Zhao Fusheng felt that he might not be awake yet.

If there was no such thing as a pie falling from the sky, how could there be a golden rice bowl falling from heaven?

After thinking carefully for most of the day, Zhao Fusheng still couldn't find any industry suitable for him at present.

Of course, the problem also lay in the fact that he didn't have much money.

He had given all his previous funds to Tan Kaixuan for opening the shop, and now the 1.5 million he had just received hadn't even warmed his hands before he gave it to Yu Feihong. Zhao Fusheng felt like the legendary passing-through god of wealth—every time money came to him, it disappeared before he could do anything with it.

"Maybe I should take on another planning project?" Zhao Fusheng pondered, but then shook his head and dismissed the idea.

That was the last resort. Unless necessary, he would prefer to make money in other ways now.

Sell songs?

Sell scripts?

In the current situation, a song was worth a few thousand yuan, and a good script was at most thirty to fifty thousand—hardly valuable.

Zhao Fusheng knew this well. Not everyone was like Liu Dehua or Jiang Wen, willing to offer him a high price for a script. Besides, he didn't want to be a behind-the-scenes worker; in his view, that was too boring.

"Damn it, I can't just copy books, can I?" Zhao Fusheng blinked and muttered to himself.

A few minutes later, he decisively gave up.

There was no help for it. Zhao Fusheng wasn't a god; he didn't have that good a memory. He could remember lyrics and movies because the content was short. But a book could be hundreds of thousands of words or more, and Zhao Fusheng was sure he didn't have the ability to write one.

As the saying goes, you only regret not studying enough when you need to use your knowledge. The same goes for money.

Ayn Rand said: To do things well, you first have to like doing them, not just like the result.

But in Zhao Fusheng's view, how many things in this world could people truly like doing?

We all yearn for distant places, hoping to live a life without worries, like a paradise. But in reality, what we want to escape is the triviality, monotony, and meaninglessness of life. No matter how we choose, we can never escape life itself.

That's how life is. Those young people who shout, "Let's go on a trip at the drop of a hat," in Zhao Fusheng's eyes, are just pretentious fools.

When they leave the city where they work, have a great time traveling, and come back, they'll find that their minds can't calm down at all, because what awaits them is the fact that they've lost their jobs and have long bills to pay.

Only after experiencing a lot do people become numb. Once numb, they naturally become bolder. This is a very interesting process that everyone needs to experience personally.

"First, I need a sum of money," Zhao Fusheng lay on the bed in the dormitory, tapping his fingers unconsciously. "Then, I need a good project."

After thinking it over, Zhao Fusheng felt it was pointless to stay cooped up in the dormitory. He decided to go out for a walk.

Just as he sat up, Tan Kaixuan pushed the door open and came in. Seeing Zhao Fusheng's movement, he asked, "Are you going out?"

Zhao Fusheng was startled, then smiled: "Yeah, if you're free, come out with me for a stroll."

Before Tan Kaixuan could refuse, Zhao Fusheng had already dragged him out of the dormitory. The two walked across the campus, Zhao Fusheng looking calm while Tan Kaixuan wore a reluctant expression.

Although strolling on campus in early spring was a romantic thing, if the person beside you wasn't a pretty girl but a tall man, the feeling was far from pleasant.