Chapter 0520: Shopping and Women

Liu the Big-Ear, who had played the hypocrite all his life, warned his descendants on his deathbed: 'Do not fail to do good even if it is small; do not engage in evil even if it is small.' He knew well that doing evil is like an ant nest on a dam—seemingly insignificant, a trivial matter, but accumulated over time, it can ultimately destroy a person.

Zhao Fusheng understood this truth too, so he dared not do evil, dared not violate morality and conscience.

Of course, Zhao Fusheng was no saint, nor did he aspire to be one.

Thus, he was good to his girlfriend, good to his family, but toward outsiders, he was always rather ambiguous.

Most people are like this; those who side with reason over family are few. The majority, when principles are not at stake, will stand by their own people.

Just like Fan Baobao, upon hearing Zhou Yun's words, blinked her eyes and looked at her good sister with an innocent expression, saying, 'You could also find a boyfriend.'

Critical hit!

At that moment, Zhou Yun felt utterly terrible; the couple before her were like her nemeses in life.

'Go, leave quickly, never appear before me again.' Zhou Yun waved her hand as if shooing flies at Fan Baobao, clearly no longer wanting to see Zhao Fusheng and her.

The harm a couple inflicts on a single person is too great.

Especially a couple deeply in love—it's like wounding the fragile heart of a singleton.

Fan Baobao giggled, walked over, and linked arms with Zhou Yun: 'Why leave? Come with me to pick a birthday gift for Auntie, how about it?'

Zhou Yun sighed helplessly and resignedly nodded: 'Not great...'

Even so, she freshened up and went out with Fan Baobao.

Fan Baobao and Zhou Yun's personalities were polar opposites. Fan Baobao seemed cold on the surface, but once familiar, she had no guard against friends. Zhou Yun, however, was not like that; she rarely took the initiative to get close to others, being neither overly warm nor cold.

When you spoke, she seemed to listen attentively. When she spoke, you felt she was talking to you.

Reserved, measured, polite.

That was Zhao Fusheng's assessment of Zhou Yun. The girl's cultivation and temperament were impeccable, and her standards were equally high, otherwise she wouldn't still be single from college until now.

From what Zhao Fusheng heard from Fan Baobao, Zhou Yun had never even had a boyfriend.

That would be impossible ten years later, but now it didn't surprise Zhao Fusheng.

Where the two girls went shopping, Zhao Fusheng didn't bother to ask. He always believed mutual trust was the best love; besides, what was his would not run away, and what wasn't his could not be kept. If there was affection, even separated by thousands of miles, they could hold on for ten years. If there was none, even sleeping together, they would be strangers in the same bed.

Zhao Fusheng had paid a heavy price in his previous life to understand this truth.

Besides, accompanying a woman shopping is every man's nightmare.

Not because of how much money they spend, but because for any man, choosing repeatedly among several similar items is undoubtedly a torment.

Most men dislike shopping; there's no doubt about that.

Zhao Fusheng was no exception, so he preferred to stay home and read materials rather than accompany Fan Baobao shopping, because the girl suffered from what most women do when shopping: choice paralysis.

Sure enough, Fan Baobao and Zhou Yun returned empty-handed after their outing.

'You didn't buy anything?' Zhao Fusheng looked at the two sisters in surprise, bewildered.

Fan Baobao nodded, disappointed: 'Time was too short, and it was too late; there was nothing good.'

She and Zhou Yun had returned around noon, then slept again. When they woke up, the shops were about to close; time was tight, and they hadn't shopped much.

'Then what do we do?' Zhao Fusheng asked curiously.

He and Fan Baobao had a flight back to Ninghai at around two in the afternoon the next day.

Admittedly, the plane was the fastest mode of transport. From Beijing to Ninghai, such a long distance, the plane could reach in less than three hours—truly fast and efficient.

If they took the train, it would take at least two days and two nights.

'It's fine. Tomorrow morning, we'll get up early. Before I take you to the airport, we'll buy the gift first,' Zhou Yun said with a faint smile.

Fan Baobao nodded repeatedly: 'Right, the mall opens at eight in the morning; we have plenty of time.'

Zhao Fusheng was taken aback, then felt terrible.

That meant he would have to drag his suitcase and accompany two girls shopping for several hours.

What a horrifying thought!

Even more horrifying was that he couldn't find any reason to refuse.

Ignoring Zhao Fusheng's pale face, Fan Baobao and Zhou Yun had already begun enthusiastically planning where to start shopping tomorrow. Clearly, for them, the appeal of shopping was enormous.

As for Zhao Fusheng's feelings, it was just shopping; it didn't matter.

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……

The night was cool as water, the stars filled the sky.

Looking at the neon-lit street scene in the distance, a smile crept onto Zhao Fusheng's lips.

Although he hadn't stayed long in Beijing this time, he knew he had planted a seed. The tentacles of Future Advertising had reached into Beijing, meaning that perhaps one day, the center of his career would also shift here.

'Beijing, Shanghai, Guangzhou,' he murmured to himself, then gently shook his head.

Though unwilling to admit it, these big cities held immense appeal for anyone wanting to make a career. Ninghai or Binzhou were ultimately small corners. They could be places to start a business, but not a base camp.

People say the bigger the heart, the bigger the stage. Actually, that's wrong, because the heart is ultimately just fantasy, and a stage—unless you stand on it, you can't understand what it really means.

This was the era of Zhu Yushi, Huang Guangyi, and others, irrelevant to Zhao Fusheng, who had just started his business. It was like playing a game: what difference is there between a player not yet maxed out thinking about PvP and a three-year-old watching an action movie?

Now, Zhao Fusheng was more focused on how to continue laying out his plans and making his industrial chain more complete.

Time was still ample for him.