Chapter 0517: Safe and Sound

Leading a group of people outside the door of Tian Shang Ren Jian, Zhao Fusheng let out a long breath. The aura of supremacy that had just enveloped him collapsed in an instant.

"Let's go quickly!" Zhao Fusheng said, trying to appear as calm as possible to Dong Chenxi beside him.

Dong Chenxi was taken aback, then understood Zhao Fusheng's intention. She quickly hailed two taxis, had their people get in, and then she, Bai Jie, and Zhao Fusheng got into one taxi.

"To Kaiyue Hotel." After giving the address, Dong Chenxi looked at Zhao Fusheng: "Are you okay?"

Zhao Fusheng glared at her: "Do I look okay to you?"

Dong Chenxi was immediately embarrassed and lowered her head without daring to speak.

She truly felt guilty. She and Bai Jie had only been in Beijing for a short while, yet they had already troubled Zhao Fusheng several times. This was only because he happened to be in Beijing; if he weren't, she dared not imagine how things would have turned out.

"I'm sorry, Fusheng. It's all my fault," Bai Jie said slowly.

Regardless, she was the head of the Beijing branch. Having such incidents occur several times, Bai Jie now felt a strong sense of frustration. She believed it was her incompetence that had dragged Dong Chenxi down.

Zhao Fusheng waved his hand: "This isn't your fault. It's just that people's hearts have turned bad these days."

This was the truth. Being beautiful wasn't a mistake; the mistake lay with those bastards who coveted others' beauty, thinking that with power and money they could do whatever they wanted. Although the power of authority and wealth was indeed great, Zhao Fusheng had always believed that one must have some reverence in life. To quote Kant: "Two things fill the mind with ever new and increasing admiration and awe, the more often and steadily we reflect upon them: the starry heavens above me and the moral law within me."

If a person lacks inner reverence, then that person is not far from ruin.

"Then what do we do?"

Bai Jie hesitated, then asked Zhao Fusheng.

This matter was indeed very important. The reason the advertisements previously produced by Future Advertising could air on CCTV was largely because their partners were well-known enterprises. These enterprises had already secured prime-time slots on CCTV. In other words, Future Advertising only needed to produce the ads and ensure they passed review; the rest was not their responsibility.

But the current problem was that, due to market expansion and entering Beijing, Future Advertising now needed to establish connections with CCTV to give their ads a chance to compete for slots on other CCTV channels.

That was why Bai Jie and Dong Chenxi, despite knowing Duan Xu's ill intentions, still accompanied him to social engagements.

In their original plan, they were willing to give Duan Xu some financial benefits to secure this connection, but they never expected that Duan Xu wanted not only money but also people.

That forced Bai Jie to have no choice but to send a text message to Zhao Fusheng, asking him to come to the rescue.

"We'll figure it out," Zhao Fusheng said, rolling his eyes at them, too lazy to say more.

After all, they were in a taxi, not a hotel, so there were things he couldn't say.

In this rebirth, Zhao Fusheng hadn't learned much else, but he had fully learned to be cautious. In his view, no matter what the secret, if more than two people knew it, it would eventually be impossible to keep.

Therefore, from start to finish, Zhao Fusheng had no intention of telling Bai Jie and Dong Chenxi how he had dealt with Duan Xu. After all, such methods were not aboveboard.

The taxi stopped at the Kaiyue Hotel. After paying the fare, Zhao Fusheng let the staff members go back first, while he and Bai Jie and Dong Chenxi went to their room.

"What exactly happened?" Dong Chenxi asked Zhao Fusheng curiously after they entered. "You didn't agree to any of his ridiculous conditions, did you?"

She was mainly worried that Zhao Fusheng might have been threatened by Duan Xu and reached some agreement with him.

Zhao Fusheng shook his head. "I didn't agree to anything. Remember, from now on, just participate in CCTV's activities as usual, do what you need to do, and handle everything strictly by the book."

"Really?"

"Are you kidding?"

Bai Jie and Dong Chenxi looked bewildered, completely unable to believe what Zhao Fusheng had said.

They knew Duan Xu's character all too well—he was a ruthless bastard who would devour people without spitting out the bones. There was no way he would let Future Advertising off so easily.

Zhao Fusheng smiled and nodded. "Of course it's true. Director Duan is actually a pretty decent guy. I reasoned with him, and he was willing to listen."

The two women exchanged glances, feeling as if their worldview had been reset. Someone actually said Duan Xu was a decent guy.

"Fusheng, you didn't promise to give him money, did you?" Bai Jie hesitated for a moment and asked.

Zhao Fusheng shook his head. "Don't worry, I didn't promise him anything. And remember, from now on, there's no need to send gifts or money, no need to socialize or drink. We'll just follow the normal procedures."

As he spoke, he laughed: "What, no confidence in my advertising plan?"

"What are you saying? If we don't have confidence in you, who else would we have confidence in?" Bai Jie quickly shook her head in denial.

No kidding, when had Zhao Fusheng's advertising plans ever failed?

"That's good. It's getting late, I'll head back now." Zhao Fusheng said to Bai Jie and Dong Chenxi.

Although the two were still completely in the dark, since Zhao Fusheng had already said as much, they couldn't keep pressing for answers and had to see him off.

Leaving the hotel, Zhao Fusheng took a car home.

Along the way, his expression was calm, but in his mind he was mulling over this matter.

Actually, Zhao Fusheng had considered using threats to make Duan Xu work for him. After all, given Duan Xu's position, as long as he cooperated, Future Advertising could establish a foothold in Beijing in the shortest possible time.

But the problem was, such methods were illegal.

In other words, once Zhao Fusheng used this approach to make Duan Xu work for Future Advertising, it would be equivalent to tying Duan Xu and Future Advertising together. If someday Duan Xu got into trouble, it would inevitably implicate Future Advertising.

Using a scumbag to trade for one of his thriving companies—Zhao Fusheng wasn't stupid; how could he do something so crazy?

Therefore, from start to finish, he never considered threatening Duan Xu into serving him. Zhao Fusheng's goal was simple: the existence of the recording was to make that Duan hesitate, afraid to use underhanded tactics against Future Advertising.

Even the Buddha has his wrathful guardians; Zhao Fusheng didn't mind using cunning methods to deal with certain petty people.