Chapter 0496 Falling Out

President Wu's expression grew increasingly grim, but Zhao Fusheng acted as if he didn't see it, instead continuing to press him to drink until the man stood up and went to the restroom with another man.

"Fusheng, you..."

Bai Jie looked at Zhao Fusheng with a wry smile. She wasn't stupid; she naturally understood what Zhao Fusheng meant. But the problem was that their side was the one asking for a favor, and by acting this way, Zhao Fusheng was needlessly offending President Wu.

Zhao Fusheng waved his hand: "Leave it to me. I'll handle this."

People's sensitivity to pain is almost limitless, but their sensation of pleasure is quite limited. Although every particular misfortune seems exceptional, in general, misfortune is the norm in the pattern of things.

The one who said this was Schopenhauer, a philosopher. His most famous idea was probably pessimism. In his own words, it's about recognizing the essence of the world and then seeking advantage and avoiding harm.

Zhao Fusheng was the same. Although he rarely had much love for this world, he still felt that some things should not be done, and some things were worth doing.

What Bai Jie and Dong Chenxi were doing now, in his view, was not worth it.

"But President Zheng said this order is very important," Bai Jie said anxiously from the side.

In her view, at most she and Dong Chenxi would suffer some verbal harassment, maybe a bit of groping, but nothing major. As a woman, especially a pretty woman, such things were common in business.

Zhao Fusheng laughed coldly: "No matter how important the order, we don't need to use such tactics to get it. Whoever wants to fawn over them can do so, but not the people of Future Advertising."

"Being poor is not scary; what's scary is being poor and lacking ambition. Being ugly is not scary; what's scary is being ugly and having an ugly heart."

Zhao Fusheng's words left Bai Jie and Dong Chenxi silent. They weren't fools; they knew Zhao Fusheng was thinking of them. How could they not understand?

"Then what do we do?" After a few seconds of silence, Dong Chenxi looked at Zhao Fusheng.

Zhao Fusheng chuckled: "Listen to me, don't bother with this President Wu. Let him do whatever he wants. We'll follow the normal procedures."

Sometimes he really couldn't understand these people's logic, as if pulling strings and building connections would definitely get things done. Based on Zhao Fusheng's understanding of that woman Dong Mingzhu, she would definitely personally review such a major advertising campaign. This President Wu, no matter how much he bragged now, would probably have no say at all when the time came.

Dong Mingzhu's toughness was well known to anyone who browsed the internet regularly a decade or so later. She was a complete iron lady.

Under her command, if anyone dared to cause trouble, Zhao Fusheng felt that President Wu would likely not last long.

Moreover, Zhao Fusheng also felt that as long as President Wu wasn't an idiot, he should know that some things couldn't be taken too far.

Hearing Zhao Fusheng say this, Dong Chenxi and Bai Jie said nothing more. They nodded, reaching an agreement.

Though it was noisy outside, the atmosphere in the private room was quite quiet. Zhao Fusheng and the two women sat in the room, chatting about company matters, waiting for President Wu's return.

Soon, President Wu and the man walked back in. Both looked displeased. Neither President Wu nor the man had expected that what they thought would be a pleasant date would turn out like this.

"President Wu, it's getting late. We'll take our leave now," Zhao Fusheng said before President Wu could speak.

He didn't want to offend anyone, nor was he willing to keep playing games with this President Wu.

President Wu frowned and looked at Bai Jie: "Director Bai, what does this mean?"

Bai Jie gave a wry smile and looked at President Wu: "President Wu, I'm sorry. We still have matters to discuss. Let's meet another day."

Since things had come to this and Zhao Fusheng had already spoken, both she and Dong Chenxi had to go along with what he said.

After all, when choosing between President Wu and Zhao Fusheng, the answer was obvious.

President Wu's face darkened immediately. He stared coldly at Zhao Fusheng but said nothing.

He wasn't stupid; he understood that Bai Jie and Dong Chenxi, who had originally taken the initiative to invite him, had changed their minds, likely because of this guy in front of him.

"Director Bai, this doesn't show your company's sincerity in cooperating," the man standing beside President Wu said to Bai Jie with dissatisfaction, seeing President Wu's gloomy expression.

He had thought that tonight President Wu would get the meat and he would get some soup, but unexpectedly, not only was there no soup, but the meat was about to slip away too.

"And you are?" Zhao Fusheng looked at the man and asked curiously.

"Ah, this is Director Chen, a leader from the sales department of Gree Electric Appliances," Bai Jie quickly introduced to Zhao Fusheng.

At this moment, she could only pray that Zhao Fusheng wouldn't do anything to embarrass everyone.

Fortunately, as if hearing her prayer, Zhao Fusheng smiled and said, "Director Chen, what do you mean by that? I don't quite understand."

Director Chen snorted and glanced at Zhao Fusheng: "Is this how your company shows its sincerity in wanting to cooperate with Gree Electric Appliances? I don't think it's sincere enough."

As he spoke, his gaze swept over Dong Chenxi and Bai Jie, unabashedly.

Zhao Fusheng took a deep breath, looked coldly at the other man, and a sneer curled at the corner of his mouth: "Director Chen, I think you've misunderstood one thing."

"What?"

Director Chen was startled and looked at Zhao Fusheng strangely.

Before he could speak, Zhao Fusheng said on his own: "I am someone who responds to kindness but not to coercion. Moreover, our Future Advertising doesn't need to beg anyone for a project."

"Arrogant!" President Wu barked. "Young man, don't burn your bridges. You probably don't know Gree Electric Appliances' position, do you?"

Zhao Fusheng laughed and looked calmly at the other man: "I know Gree Electric Appliances' reputation, but I really don't know what about you, President Wu, I should be afraid of."

"You!" President Wu pointed at Zhao Fusheng: "You..."

"What about me? President Wu, let's be straightforward. The tricks you play at other companies, don't use them on our Future Advertising, because we don't buy it," Zhao Fusheng said impatiently. "If I wanted, Future Advertising could get many more advertising orders. As for Gree Electric Appliances, I don't think you're the one calling the shots."

With that, without another word, he turned and walked out the door, unwilling to waste even half a sentence on President Wu.

For the strong, the weak are never worth their attention, because the right to speak has always been held only by the strong.