Chapter 0041: The Father of Landlords

What Yuan Lu and Fan Baobao were thinking didn't matter at all in Zheng Yao's eyes. For her, finding the leading lady she needed and fulfilling Zhao Fusheng's commission was the end of the task.

So the moment she saw Fan Baobao, she was delighted.

The reason was simple: the girl was indeed beautiful, meeting the requirements for the female lead in Zhao Fusheng's advertisement. For an instant, Zheng Yao even had a thought flash through her mind—could that guy Zhao Fusheng have used her as a template for the ad?

Thinking about it, it was quite possible. Given his temperament, he probably wouldn't tell her even if he did.

But regardless, now that she had found the person, Zheng Yao naturally planned to head back.

"Here, you're the one." Glancing at Fan Baobao, who was still visibly excited and hadn't come to her senses, Zheng Yao patted her shoulder and handed her a piece of paper: "This is my number. Call me this weekend, and I'll take you to meet the advertiser."

Pausing, as if afraid of being misunderstood by those around her, Zheng Yao said calmly, "Don't worry. President Sun and my mother have been best friends for over twenty years. She's a good person."

Hearing this, Yuan Lu, who had been silently accusing Fan Baobao of being corrupted by some unspoken rule, widened her eyes in shock.

Fan Baobao was still in a daze. Zheng Yao shook her head helplessly, said nothing more, turned around, and walked away.

"Thank you!"

Just as Zheng Yao was about to leave, Fan Baobao finally snapped out of it and shouted at her retreating back with a ninety-degree bow.

Zheng Yao didn't even look back. She waved her hand and left, accompanied by He Jingyi, the advisor, and others.

"Phew, that woman is so fierce!"

The moment Zheng Yao left, everyone in the dormitory finally breathed a sigh of relief. They exchanged glances, unable to help feeling a bit emotional.

Just now, almost everyone had been intimidated. Even the department head, whom they usually dared not provoke, had been subdued by the mysterious President Zheng. As for a group of female students, there was no need to mention them.

But they still couldn't understand how Fan Baobao had caught her eye.

Clearly, everyone could only attribute it to President Zheng's poor eyesight.

At that moment, however, Miss Fan had no time to care about others. Her mood could be described in three words: utterly delighted.

"I'm finally going to make it!" Fan Baobao thought, feeling overjoyed at the prospect of her advertisement airing on CCTV.

Lying in bed, Fan Baobao almost laughed out loud. She thought about whether she should inform that annoying guy, but after thinking it over, she decided to wait until the weekend when she signed the contract. Then, when she went home, she would surely make her mother and Zhao's parents happy.

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Zhao Fusheng, of course, knew nothing about this. He was currently watching his roommates play poker with great interest.

In fact, over the course of an afternoon, as people occasionally came by to borrow things, the entire dormitory building began to echo with the shouts of male students.

"Four twos!"

"Two jokers!"

"Three with a pair."

It must be said that in the current scarcity of entertainment options, Dou Di Zhu is undoubtedly an easily popularized pastime.

After all, in this era, computers were not yet widespread, and internet cafes were relatively luxurious; not everyone could afford to spend hours in a place that cost a few yuan per hour.

Simply put, in an age when mobile phones and computers had not yet entered public life and many people still relied on landline phones or letters to communicate, entertainment options were quite scarce. Even at gatherings, people either played word games or told stories; scenes like everyone holding a phone to play games or scroll through social media, as in later years, simply did not exist.

Times were changing, and people's entertainment gradually evolved. Zhao Fusheng knew well that in a few years, the scene of playing cards in dormitories would disappear, replaced by several computers facing each other, with a crowd gathered around watching porn.

Teacher Cang, Teacher Mutō, and Teacher Ozawa thus entered the lives of the post-80s generation.

"Old Zhao, why aren't you joining in?" Someone stood beside him. Zhao Fusheng looked up and recalled that this person was Qin Wentao, the vice class monitor.

In his previous life, Zhao Fusheng had little interaction with him in his memory; after graduation, they lost touch. It was said that he later became the vice dean of the Advertising and Media Department.

But occasionally, when Tan Kaixuan talked about him, there was always a hint of contempt. In Tan Kaixuan's words, this guy was a hypocrite, always hiding among the students and tattling to the counselor at every opportunity.

Zhao Fusheng didn't care much about this description, because in his view, if a person could pretend to be a hypocrite for a lifetime, that would count as a true gentleman.

Moreover, a young man from a poor background wanting to stay on at the university was nothing much.

"Vice monitor, why are you here?" Zhao Fusheng asked curiously. Qin Wentao lived in the next dormitory.

"Nothing much, I saw you guys having a good time and came over to check it out." Qin Wentao opened his mouth and said with a smile.

It was obvious that he was envious.

"Want to join in for a while?" Zhao Fusheng said with a smile.

"No, I still have to review my lessons." Qin Wentao blinked and shook his head.

Zhao Fusheng remembered that he had made up his mind to take the postgraduate entrance exam since his sophomore year, and eventually succeeded in passing it, stayed on as a teacher, and was even said to have become a vice principal.

Everyone's cognitive concepts are the product of a combination of multiple factors, deep and solid. Once differences arise, they are likely to form a huge chasm that is not easily reconciled. Otherwise, there wouldn't have been so many wars throughout history, both ancient and modern, at home and abroad, caused by differences in religious beliefs.

The body can be conquered, but the spirit will never be destroyed.

So in Tan Kaixuan's view, Qin Wentao's choice to yield because of reality was somewhat contemptible.

But Zhao Fusheng could understand him. After all, to understand what a person is really thinking, the content of what he does is more important than the way and means he does it.

This hypocrite, as Tan Kaixuan called him, single-handedly supported a large family: four younger brothers and two younger sisters all completed college on his salary.

In addition, Qin Wentao also sponsored nearly twenty impoverished students.

From this perspective, Zhao Fusheng felt that he could not compare to Qin Wentao.

"By the way, are you interested in taking on a job?" Zhao Fusheng thought for a moment and said to Qin Wentao.

Zheng Yao's studio was in need of people, and he felt that perhaps the person before him seemed very suitable.

"Huh?"

Qin Wentao was a bit puzzled, but still subconsciously asked, "Do you pay?"

Many years later, whenever recalling this moment, Qin Wentao would say that he was really young and inexperienced at the time, and was thus tricked by someone into boarding a pirate ship.

But Zhao Fusheng firmly denied it. In his words, that hypocrite Qin Wentao was clearly motivated by the sight of money and chose to join his studio.