Chapter 0418: Out of the Mountain

In fact, most people in the world do not yield to truth, but only to interests.

The clearest proof came three days later, when Zhao Dad called Zhao Fusheng and told him that all suppliers had agreed to settle payments on a quarterly basis. Not only that, but they also accepted returns and other requests at any time.

Zhao Fusheng couldn't help but laugh after hanging up the phone. His father was truly formidable; he had thought it would take a week or even longer to accomplish, but his father had settled it in three days.

Sometimes Zhao Fusheng felt that his father was the protagonist of a time-travel rebirth, and he himself was just a supporting character.

But since his father was so successful, he couldn't fall too far behind.

With that thought, Zhao Fusheng's gaze turned to Future Advertising.

People say that starting a business is just a fancy way of saying doing things—doing every small thing well and being responsible for every penny.

Zhao Fusheng found this saying very reasonable.

The Labor Day holiday lasted seven days, but Zhao Fusheng didn't attend the soft opening of KFC. In his words, the stage was set; if Tan Kaixuan couldn't even pull off this show, then it wasn't worth it.

Tan Kaixuan had originally wanted to drag Zhao Fusheng to the store for a look, but after hearing this, he decisively said that he would handle things here.

Little did he know, Zhao Fusheng laughed until his stomach hurt after leaving.

After all, he hated trouble the most. Having finally pushed this trouble onto Tan Kaixuan, Zhao Fusheng was undoubtedly quite happy.

Of course, by the time Tan Kaixuan realized it, it would be a long time later.

And Zhao Fusheng, taking this opportunity, took a train to Binzhou.

"You're a rare guest."

The first thing Zheng Yao said upon seeing Zhao Fusheng was said flatly.

Zhao Fusheng looked a bit awkward, completely ignoring Zheng Yao's sarcasm, and greeted Dong Chenxi with a smile: "Chenxi, long time no see."

Dong Chenxi pursed her lips: "It's been less than a month, and we just talked on the phone yesterday."

Clearly, Dong Chenxi, that woman, had unscrupulously sided with Zheng Yao.

Having been rebuffed by her, Zhao Fusheng decisively turned his gaze to Qin Wentao: "Old Qin, tell me, it's been so long, and you haven't called me. Give me a hug."

Qin Wentao's eyes darted between Zheng Yao and Zhao Fusheng, blinked, and gave a dry laugh: "Uh, I've been too busy lately, too much work in the planning department."

No way, although he didn't know the relationship between Zheng Yao and Zhao Fusheng, Qin Wentao wasn't stupid. A war between the chief designer and the boss—he'd better stay far away to avoid being caught in the crossfire.

Seeing himself "abandoned by all," Zhao Fusheng chuckled and sidled up to Zheng Yao: "President Zheng, I find you getting more and more beautiful. Do you have any beauty secrets?"

Women all like to be praised for their beauty, and Zheng Yao was no exception, but she wouldn't believe a word from that guy Zhao Fusheng. He had tricked her before, talking about starting a business, and now she was exhausted like a dog every day, having to act as his shield from time to time.

Thinking of this, Zheng Yao glared at Zhao Fusheng and said irritably: "If you pissed me off less, I think I could be a bit more beautiful."

Zhao Fusheng was momentarily speechless, gave an awkward smile: "Well, I think I've been too idle lately. How about taking on a project?"

Hearing this, Zheng Yao's eyes lit up: "Really?"

"Of course it's true," Zhao Fusheng said seriously. "I've always felt I've been too lazy. Now I should work harder."

Everyone looked at each other in bewilderment, Dong Chenxi and Qin Wentao especially dumbfounded, and even Zheng Yao looked as if she were hallucinating.

If it weren't for the person standing before them being Zhao Fusheng, they would have doubted whether they were hallucinating.

Since when did that guy Zhao Fusheng actively volunteer to work?

As people who had been with Future Advertising from its early days as a studio, they had witnessed the company grow from nothing. But each of them was certain that Zhao Fusheng was definitely not a diligent person.

In other words, he was an extremely lazy person.

In other words, Zhao Fusheng only chose to take on an ad project when he needed to earn some pocket money. Usually, even if the company placed advertiser materials right in front of him, he wouldn't bother.

"Did I hear that right?" Zheng Yao stared at Zhao Fusheng in astonishment.

As the person present who knew Zhao Fusheng best, she really hadn't expected him to say such a thing.

After all, since she had truly gotten to know Zhao Fusheng—that is, since they jointly founded Future Advertising—he had only taken on five or six ad projects in total.

Even after achieving success, when a casual ad project could bring in hundreds of thousands in planning fees, Zhao Fusheng wasn't that enthusiastic. In fact, Zheng Yao was sure that if it weren't for needing money to open the arcade, Zhao Fusheng might not have taken on the ads for Linhai Group and Metersbonwe.

"You heard right." Zhao Fusheng was exasperated, looking at Zheng Yao. He really wanted to grab her by the collar and tell her that he had rarely taken on projects before to lie low, and now he planned to change his development path, so he was volunteering to work.

"Great, great, that's best." Zheng Yao was clearly very happy, laughing heartily: "Having this idea is the best. Let's strive to become the largest advertising company in the north in the shortest time."

Obviously, she was genuinely pleased, because having her biggest trump card not pulling its weight was not a happy thing.

Now that Zhao Fusheng had the subjective initiative to work, Zheng Yao was undoubtedly very happy.

Dong Chenxi and Qin Wentao also looked pleased. They weren't fools; they knew why the company had reached its current scale and development.

Everyone understood that although Future Advertising seemed prosperous now, it was all because of Zhao Fusheng.

Without Zhao Fusheng's previous projects, Future Advertising would never have been sought after by those advertisers. They weren't fools; writing checks to hire interns for planning was something only an idiot would do.

Ultimately, what they valued was the mysterious planner of Future Advertising.

And now, Zhao Fusheng had finally bared his fangs...