Chapter 0504: Retire After Success

Zhao Fusheng did not attend the celebration party held by Dong Chenxi and Bai Jie. In his view, the success belonged to them.

He had merely appeared at the right time and done what he should, but the hard work Dong Chenxi and the others had put in was far more than he imagined.

Because he had been through the same process himself, starting as an ordinary low-level worker and accumulating countless experiences bit by bit before becoming a true advertising elite.

So Zhao Fusheng let Dong Chenxi and the others drop him off at home, then got out of the car and left.

Watching Zhao Fusheng's retreating figure, Bai Jie and Dong Chenxi sighed in unison. They had known Zhao Fusheng for a long time and naturally understood that this man, whose face always bore a smile that was neither insincere nor simple, had always been like this—seeming not too close to anyone, yet getting along well with everyone.

Or, to be more precise, he always seemed to harbor many secrets.

"Let's go eat," Dong Chenxi said after a long moment.

The car slowly started and sped away, leaving a trail of dust.

Meanwhile, Zhao Fusheng had already taken out his keys, opened the door, and entered the house.

Just two days earlier, he had completed the transfer procedures with the landlord, using nearly five hundred thousand yuan in liquid funds to buy this house near the Third Ring Road in Beijing.

Ten years later, this would be an unbelievable deal, but today, both the homeowner and Zhao Fusheng were very happy.

Perhaps this was the limitation of the times.

Sitting on the sofa, eating fruit, he sent a message to his girlfriend telling her he was home, then turned on the TV and watched the news.

Zhao Fusheng didn't think there was anything wrong with what he had done today. While it wasn't his style to show no mercy, helping his own side regardless of reason was also one of his consistent principles.

Whether Wu De and Minister Chen had been hinted by Bai Jie or had taken the initiative to seek an advantage, since they chose to stand against him, they had to be prepared to face his anger.

Zhao Fusheng had no interest in understanding the struggles of small figures climbing up the ladder, because he himself was originally just an ordinary nobody.

People who take depth as a benchmark are usually foolish. For men from poor backgrounds, there are only two types: those with ambition and those without. Many of the former rise above the crowd, while many of the latter die without a burial place. But a poor man without ambition is doomed to be a frog at the bottom of a well, sitting behind a computer with red eyes, resenting the rich, because the money, the cars, the houses, and even the beautiful women belong to others.

Of course, some poor people might think they live comfortably, with a sense of contentment and happiness that brooks no criticism. But don't forget, when it comes to children, others' kids can have whatever they want, eat whatever they want, and wear whatever they want, while the poor can only count the few bills in their pockets and worry about next month's living expenses.

As a man who stands tall between heaven and earth, a father, a husband—don't you feel ashamed?

Being content in poverty is a personal matter. If you have no ability yourself yet drag your family along to suffer with you, that's not high moral character—that's being a fool.

Therefore, Zhao Fusheng's goal had always been clear: he wanted to make money, a lot of money, so much that he couldn't spend it all.

Although realizing this ideal was not easy, Zhao Fusheng felt it was at least better than living a hard and difficult life with his family.

"What are you doing?"

His phone vibrated. Zhao Fusheng looked down and saw that the message was from his girlfriend.

Your Majesty.

This was the name Fan Baobao had saved for herself on Zhao Fusheng's phone. In her words, a girlfriend was like Her Majesty the Queen, to be served with meticulous care and earnest devotion.

Zhao Fusheng objected, but to no avail. Fan Baobao trotted out the ultimate weapon—crying, throwing a tantrum, and threatening suicide—declaring that if Zhao Fusheng didn't agree, she would call his mother and say he was cheating on her with another woman.

Given that his own mother trusted the unscrupulous Fan Baobao more than him, Zhao Fusheng could well imagine that if Fan Baobao actually did that, regardless of whether it was true or false, his mother would give him a thorough scolding.

So he resolutely chose to yield. Of course, in Zhao Fusheng's view, this wasn't yielding but a strategic retreat—what he called saving the country through a detour.

"Watching TV." Zhao Fusheng quickly typed back. "How about you? Is the shoot going smoothly?"

"Not bad, very smooth." Fan Baobao replied quickly, as if she had been holding her phone all along.

"When are you coming back?"

"No idea. But you're so concerned about when I'll be back—does that mean you miss me?"

"Secret." Zhao Fusheng sent two characters, then thought for a moment and typed: "I just think it'd be a shame to miss out on such a great opportunity for time alone together."

Now that Zhou Yun was out filming and Wang Qiang was still playing an extra in Yu Feihong's The Legend of Li Xiaofei, Zhao Fusheng was genuinely looking forward to the day Fan Baobao returned. After all, since they had confirmed their relationship, they hadn't yet had any time alone together.

"You're definitely not thinking about anything good!"

Fan Baobao's message carried a hint of shyness. Somehow, ever since they had gotten together, that guy Zhao Fusheng had become increasingly fond of intimate contact with her. Occasional kisses were one thing, but he even liked to hold her.

"Heh..." Zhao Fusheng silently sent a smiley face and then stopped talking.

After all, he was a mature man who had tasted the sweetness of certain things. It was already commendable that he could restrain himself from turning into a big bad wolf.

Thinking of those time-travel novels where the protagonist exudes kingly aura and beautiful women throw themselves at him at every turn, Zhao Fusheng felt that his own situation was just too damn pathetic.

But he also knew that sooner or later, both he and Fan Baobao would have to cross that line. That girl was also someone who dared to love and hate. Since she was with him, she probably wouldn't think about other men for the rest of her life.

...

...

As it turned out, Zhao Fusheng really did know Fan Baobao well.

At this very moment, a certain girl standing outside the door was wearing a conflicted expression.

"Big jerk!"

Fan Baobao muttered under her breath, constantly psyching herself up. Behind her was a suitcase.

Her commercial shoot had actually ended yesterday, but she hadn't told Zhao Fusheng. She had come back quietly today, planning to surprise him.

But she never expected that this guy Zhao Fusheng would tease her in his text messages.

Now Fan Baobao was in a bind.

What if she went in now and someone turned into a big bad wolf and devoured her, Little Red Riding Hood? What would she do then?

For a moment, Miss Fan was caught in a dilemma...