Chapter 0485 Someone Likes Me!

Many times, when a person's desires exceed their abilities, their pain will outweigh their happiness.

This is inevitable, after all, human ability is limited, and desires and ambitions change as one's status and identity change.

Zhao Fusheng didn't know what Zheng Yao was thinking, but he understood that Zheng Yao would certainly prefer to become the general manager of the largest advertising company in the country.

And he himself also hoped to become the owner of the largest advertising company in the country.

So, even though the two had never communicated about it, this tacit understanding existed between them.

Glancing at the address he had just received, Zhao Fusheng felt that in the next few days, he could start learning about Gree Electric Appliances.

After all, neither Zhu Jianghong nor Dong Mingzhu were easy to deal with.

To secure an order from these two seasoned players, he would need to put in no small amount of effort.

But at noon, he received a call that dampened his mood.

"Where are you?"

Zhou Yun's voice was filled with anxiety as she spoke to Zhao Fusheng.

Zhao Fusheng frowned. "What's wrong?"

"Come quickly, something's happened!" Zhou Yun said loudly.

Zhao Fusheng was startled, quickly gathered his things, hailed a taxi, and headed straight for the Beijing Film Studio.

Arriving at the entrance of the Beijing Film Studio, he saw Fan Baobao and Zhou Yun standing there anxiously, along with Wang Qiang, who also looked worried.

Looking at them somewhat strangely, Zhao Fusheng asked in confusion, "What happened?"

All three were here; he really couldn't figure out what was going on.

Zhou Yun gave a wry smile, pulled Zhao Fusheng aside, and explained in a low voice.

After a while, Zhao Fusheng looked at Fan Baobao with a strange expression, blinked, and said, "You mean, someone has taken a liking to you?"

Fan Baobao glared at him. "What do you mean? Don't you think I'm good-looking?"

"You are good-looking, but the problem is, the one who likes you is a woman." Zhao Fusheng blinked, unable to help himself, and burst into laughter.

That's right, what he had just heard from Zhou Yun was that Fan Baobao had caught the eye of a woman.

To be precise, it was an investor from the crew who, while wandering around the set, saw Fan Baobao playing a maid, fell in love at first sight, and sent word that she wanted to have dinner with Fan Baobao.

If it had been a man, Zhao Fusheng might have been furious, and Fan Baobao wouldn't have been so conflicted either, but the problem was it was a woman, which made things awkward.

Seeing Zhao Fusheng laughing wildly, Fan Baobao was beside herself. She glared at him and said, "What's wrong with you? Someone wants to hit on your girlfriend, and this is your reaction?"

Forcing himself not to laugh too outrageously and to keep his expression normal, Zhao Fusheng said to Fan Baobao, "The thing is, my rival is a woman, which really makes it hard for me to stay calm."

"I don't care, you need to solve this for me right now," Fan Baobao said angrily, giving Zhao Fusheng a hard glare.

Being asked for a casting couch by a woman was something she absolutely couldn't accept. She was now on the verge of exploding, and she had even thought that if the other party dared to mess around, she would go all out and fight to the bitter end.

Zhao Fusheng chuckled and waved his hand. "Alright, I understand. Don't worry, I'll handle this."

Then he said to Fan Baobao, "But you have to follow my arrangements, okay?"

Fan Baobao was taken aback, then nodded. "Okay, I understand."

After a pause, she asked curiously, "What do you plan to do?"

Zhao Fusheng smiled mysteriously but said nothing.

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How can an ordinary person continuously increase their own value and make their life more meaningful?

This is a question about life and the future. It's said that there are a thousand Hamlets in a thousand readers' eyes, but in the hearts of most people, there is only one answer to this question: learning.

However, for Zhao Fusheng's current situation, learning would take too much time, so he completely treated himself like a sponge, striving to absorb all knowledge. But Zhao Fusheng, who was somewhat too presumptuous, forgot that his long memory was filled with such learning, so everything he now displayed was not solely due to the sedimentation of memory but also the profound foundation within him.

Many times, it's not just men who are eager, but looking at this club before him, the style where the hotel and restaurant were connected already provided ample暗示.

Choosing this location, Zhao Fusheng was also giving others a hint. As for the fact that the dining prices were a bit steep, someone else would foot the bill anyway. "Stirring a pool of spring water, what business is it of mine?"

The open collar of his shirt naturally fell to both sides. A casual suit might look a bit too mature on a young man in his early twenties, but his tall stature often made people misjudge Zhao Fusheng's age. He was indeed only twenty-one this year.

The brightly lit hall was not as luxurious as one might imagine. The decoration, mainly white with minimalist accents, was very comfortable. This was not a place to flaunt wealth, but a place for those who flaunt wealth to rest.

Such an environment made people unconsciously quiet down. No one spoke loudly; everyone conversed in low voices. Whatever they were doing, this place, while relaxing, also established its own rules.

Please do not speak loudly; your refinement reflects on your own face!

Without bringing Zhou Yun and Wang Qiang, who was determined to protect his sister, Zhao Fusheng and Fan Baobao arrived at the reserved private room. Learning that the woman surnamed Chen was already inside, Zhao Fusheng shrugged, smiled at Fan Baobao, and walked in.

Without any hesitation or delay, Fan Baobao followed directly behind Zhao Fusheng. For her, where she went didn't matter; what mattered was who was by her side.

The warm light in the private room seemed a bit dim. The sofa, dining table, and the bottle of chilled red wine on the table all suggested that Ms. Chen, who had a good figure, was also someone who knew how to enjoy life.

Although she was not young, her figure was not bloated. As for her appearance, it was naturally kept youthful by money. As for other descriptions?

Zhao Fusheng could only use the word "young" to describe the woman before him. His disgust was only in his heart, not shown on his face...

"Hello, Ms. Chen." Zhao Fusheng greeted her politely, neither humble nor arrogant, without even a hint of emotion. Facing such a person, whether being overbearing or groveling, was meaningless.

"Who are you?"

Seeing Zhao Fusheng, Ms. Chen was quite surprised and looked at him with astonishment. Clearly, Zhao Fusheng's appearance was completely unexpected.

Zhao Fusheng shrugged. "Me? I'm just a passerby. Of course, if Ms. Chen thinks I shouldn't be here, I can take her and leave."

The "her" naturally referred to Fan Baobao.

Ms. Chen's delicate brows furrowed slightly, her gaze shifting between Zhao Fusheng and Fan Baobao, as if pondering something...