Chapter 0436: The Routine

It had to be admitted that while Zheng Yao might lack experience in company management, she was definitely quite skilled when it came to drumming up business.

In front of Zhao Fusheng lay a full thirty-six documents on products and companies, and reportedly these were only those that had been screened by the planning department.

"Don't tell me these are all advertising plans that President Zheng has taken on." Zhao Fusheng blinked and said to Dong Chenxi.

Dong Chenxi smiled slightly and nodded: "Basically all of them, at the very least we've reached cooperation intentions."

Zhao Fusheng gritted his teeth, took a deep breath, and picked up the top one: "Then can you tell me why I have to create an advertising plan for a sanitary napkin?"

Dong Chenxi blinked, looking innocent: "That I wouldn't know, it was all chosen by the planning department."

After a pause, she said: "But I don't think it's a big deal. You're an advertising planner, not a user."

The corner of Zhao Fusheng's mouth twitched, and he decided not to bother with this woman.

"I definitely won't take this one. Have her find someone else." Zhao Fusheng waved his hand at Dong Chenxi, then flipped through the materials and directly pulled out eight of them.

"Just do these for now. Leave the rest for others in the company."

Zhao Fusheng said to Dong Chenxi: "If the clients aren't satisfied, tell them our schedule is full and to wait until next quarter."

Dong Chenxi nodded helplessly. She knew that Zhao Fusheng's character had always been like this; once he decided something, he rarely changed his mind. Since he said he would only do eight plans, he definitely wouldn't take on even one more.

"Also, mention to President Zheng that we shouldn't take just any ads. At the very least, we should only take ads for provincial-level TV stations." Zhao Fusheng rubbed his head in some distress: "Although we need to develop now, we also have to pay attention to our image."

Dong Chenxi was momentarily baffled but still nodded, indicating she would pass along Zhao Fusheng's words.

Watching Dong Chenxi leave, Zhao Fusheng sighed in resignation, opened a document, and began to read.

Regardless, since he had promised Zheng Yao to help the advertising company develop quickly, he had to follow through.

Leaving the office, Dong Chenxi found a quiet place and dialed Zheng Yao's number.

"President Zheng, the materials have been handed over to him." Dong Chenxi said.

"How many did he pick?" Zheng Yao's voice came through.

"Eight." Dong Chenxi barely suppressed a laugh: "And the one you selected, the Sofy brand, he picked it out and threw it away."

"Hahaha!"

Zheng Yao's laughter could no longer be contained, almost bursting Dong Chenxi's eardrums.

"You little brat, no matter how sly you are, you still have to drink my foot bath water!" Zheng Yao said cheerfully to Dong Chenxi: "Don't bother with him anymore. By the time he finishes those plans, it'll be the end of the month. Bring the materials and come back to Binzhou."

Dong Chenxi nodded, hung up the phone, and couldn't help laughing herself.

Zheng Yao really knew Zhao Fusheng well. She knew that although he talked nicely about contributing to the company, his lazy nature hadn't changed at all, and he would most likely slack off. So she simply gave him a huge pile of products.

And as it turned out, Zhao Fusheng had indeed been guessed right by Zheng Yao.

"The city is full of tricks; I want to go back to the countryside." Dong Chenxi blinked, uttering a witty remark Zhao Fusheng often said, and walked away muttering to herself.

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Zhao Fusheng, of course, didn't know he had been set up by Zheng Yao. He was now completely absorbed in reading the materials, even missing a call from his mother.

When he came to his senses, it was already past seven in the evening.

"Mom, I won't come home for dinner today." Zhao Fusheng explained to his mother: "Something came up at school. Mm-hmm, some other day."

Hanging up the phone, Zhao Fusheng walked to the door, glanced at the sky that hadn't yet darkened, blinked, and decided to stroll through the night market near the school.

Among the guys in the dorm, Wang Zhen was basically never there at night, spending most of his time with his girlfriend.

Wen Yu, on the other hand, was all lovey-dovey with Han Meimei. In his own words, before the internship started, he wanted to spend quality time with his girlfriend.

As for Tan Kaixuan, he was probably lying in the dorm, sound asleep.

The soft opening of KFC was a huge hit. Tan Kaixuan went to help at the store whenever he had time. In his words, he might really become a tycoon in the catering industry.

To that, Zhao Fusheng said that as long as Tan Kaixuan didn't go stock trading, he could do whatever he wanted.

In fact, Zhao Fusheng hadn't expected KFC to be this popular.

Perhaps because it was the only one, or because it had just opened and summer brought more people, in any case, since the soft opening on May 1st, customers came in an endless stream, often forming long lines.

Tan Kaixuan calculated that since the soft opening, the average daily net profit was as high as seven thousand yuan.

At first glance, that might not seem like a lot, but that was the daily profit. In other words, as long as they maintained this sales momentum, they could recoup their investment in less than half a year.

Zhao Fusheng expressed his anticipation and encouraged Tan Kaixuan to keep up the good work.

Tan Kaixuan was naturally very happy and urged his father to quickly open the store in Shanghai, since the consumption levels in Ninghai and Shanghai were completely different.

Seeing his son's business booming, Tan's father didn't say much and actually sped up the pace of negotiations.

Of course, this was also related to the recent sharp decline in the stock market. After all, facts speak louder than words. Some things don't need proof; you just need to see and hear to understand what's going on.

In May, Ninghai was already early summer. Even at seven in the evening, the sky was still bright, and students were coming and going on the streets.

Occasionally, couples passed by. Zhao Fusheng looked at the smiles on their faces and suddenly felt that maybe it was time to fall in love.

In both his past and present lives, it seemed he hadn't been in love at this time.

In his previous life, he had no money and no time. Now, it seemed he had money but still not much time.

"Ring ring ring!"

The phone rang. Zhao Fusheng looked down, saw the caller ID, and a smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.

He pressed the answer button: "Hey, what's up?"

"Nothing, just asking what you're doing." Fan Baobao's voice came through the receiver, still full of vitality, just like before.

In Zhao Fusheng's memory, she had always been so energetic, bringing a sense of peace to the depths of one's heart.

"What could I be doing? Just left the company, about to grab something to eat, then head back to the dorm." Zhao Fusheng said to Fan Baobao: "How's school? Didn't you go shopping during the May Day holiday?"

"Shopping? I found a job during the holiday and earned two thousand yuan." Fan Baobao said proudly.

Zhao Fusheng was taken aback, then laughed: "You went flyering again?"

"Bastard, what flyering? I'm a star now, how could I be flyering!" Fan Baobao said angrily.

Zhao Fusheng blinked and said nothing.

"Let me tell you, Sister Hua said that after school starts this year, she can help me get some small roles." Fan Baobao said to Zhao Fusheng.

"So soon?" Zhao Fusheng was somewhat surprised, not expecting Wang Jinghua to help Fan Baobao get acting roles as early as her junior year.

Fan Baobao said helplessly: "If I hadn't repeated my sophomore year, I'd be a senior now, okay?"

Zhao Fusheng was stunned, then remembered that incident. Thinking about it, it made sense; it was time for Fan Baobao to go out and gain some experience.

"That's good. Start with small roles to hone your acting skills; it's just right for you." Zhao Fusheng said.

This was his honest opinion. Although acting was a matter of talent, not everyone could act well.

Zhao Fusheng didn't want Fan Baobao to be like some young starlets or so-called princesses who, before even graduating from college, churn out a bunch of messy TV dramas, only to be criticized by the audience for poor acting, and then respond with the excuse that the script's character was like that.

As an actor, if you're not sure you can interpret a role well, it's best not to try it lightly. Otherwise, what you lose is not just your own reputation, but also the honor represented by the word 'actor.'