Chapter 0531: Ideas About a Comic

After a few exchanges, Zhao Fusheng learned that the girl's name was Xu Wenjing, from Lanyuan County, a subordinate of Ninghai. Her family had supposedly once served as bodyguards for a military commander, but later, for some reason, they ended up in the Northeast.

She had been very strong since childhood. Seeing this, her grandfather simply began teaching her martial arts for self-defense.

"Because sometimes I can't control my strength, my grandfather told me to avoid fighting as much as possible, unless someone bullies me," Xu Wenjing said shyly to Zhao Fusheng and Zhang Qian.

The two exchanged a glance, recalling what had just happened, and nodded in unison.

"That's right. Your grandfather is absolutely correct."

A single casual kick, even with restraint, had knocked someone unconscious. What kind of combat power would it be without restraint?

Zhao Fusheng suddenly felt that he and Zhang Qian were superfluous. Even without them, Xu Wenjing could have retrieved her bag on her own.

Well, in other words, he and Zhang Qian were actually the saviors of those thugs.

The police acted quickly. Within less than ten minutes, officers from the local police station arrived at the scene. Zhao Fusheng and Zhang Qian explained the situation together, left their contact information, and then took their leave.

As for Xu Wenjing, she had to stay to give a statement, since the victim had injured the robber—a rather unusual circumstance.

Walking out of the police station, Zhao Fusheng kept laughing as he walked, leaving Zhang Qian beside him utterly bewildered.

"What's wrong with you?" Seeing Zhao Fusheng acting strangely, Zhang Qian couldn't help asking.

Zhao Fusheng waved his hand: "I was just thinking, what if we used Xu Wenjing as the subject for a novel or a comic? Don't you think her story is interesting?"

While waiting for the police to arrive, Xu Wenjing had told Zhao Fusheng and Zhang Qian some amusing anecdotes from her daily life at home, all caused by her excessive strength, which had Zhao Fusheng in stitches.

Things like accidentally dislocating her brother's arm or smashing their dining table with a single slap—Zhao Fusheng and Zhang Qian felt like they were listening to a fairy tale.

"Interesting, yes, but do you have a place to submit it?" Zhang Qian asked curiously.

Zhao Fusheng thought for a moment: "I'll find someone to try later."

He was thinking that Jiang Wen probably had connections to comic publishers in Hong Kong. Xu Wenjing's story, in his view, could easily be turned into a comic.

He had even thought of a title: "The Strong Girl Xu Wenjing."

Of course, the content would need to be more romantic. Those Mary Sue TV dramas he had seen in his past life could be applied to Xu Wenjing—something like a domineering CEO falling in love with a strong girl. That kind of plot would surely be appealing.

First, release the comic; then, when the time is right, adapt it into a TV series. It would definitely make a lot of money.

Although Zhao Fusheng had never been fond of the entertainment industry, he knew that money in that industry was quite easy to make.

The concept of IP would become a topic that drove many people crazy a decade later. If there was a chance to get a piece of the pie, Zhao Fusheng wouldn't mind at all.

Money, as long as it comes from legitimate sources—who would complain about having too much?

So-called successful people regretting that they shouldn't have earned so much money—in Zhao Fusheng's view, that was just pretentious posturing. If they were reduced to penniless paupers, eating chaff and vegetables every day, they certainly wouldn't have such thoughts.

"Let's go. We'll deal with this later."

Zhao Fusheng said to Zhang Qian, thinking to himself.

Zhang Qian nodded, and the two took a taxi back to Wanda Mall.

Back at the mall, Zhang Qian went to the arcade, but Zhao Fusheng didn't go up. Instead, he wandered over to his father's office.

As the mall's business improved, Zhao's father had hired a professional accountant to handle finances, so Zhao's mother rarely came by—she only visited occasionally. Li Yuan, busy with KFC matters, was also mostly unavailable. Coincidentally, Zhao's father had gone out on business today, so Zhao Fusheng found no one there.

After greeting Chen Hai, Zhao Fusheng simply went home.

According to their agreement, he and Fan Baobao were supposed to have dinner at home tonight.

When he got home, Fan Baobao and Fan Beibei were already on the sofa, eating fruit and watching TV. However, the former looked exhausted, while the latter was full of energy.

"What's wrong with you?" Zhao Fusheng looked at Fan Baobao curiously. It was rare to see his girlfriend like this.

Fan Baobao glared at Zhao Fusheng angrily and snorted in frustration.

"Sister is too dumb, not as good as brother," Fan Beibei suddenly said.

Zhao Fusheng laughed, walked over, and picked up the little girl: "My little princess, how is your sister dumb?"

"Sister didn't dare to play with me. She stayed at the amusement park for a while and then said she was tired," Fan Beibei pouted, dissatisfied.

Zhao Fusheng immediately understood what had happened. The two sisters had gone to the amusement park, but Fan Baobao's stamina gave out, leaving her sister unsatisfied.

Imagining Fan Baobao being dragged forward by little Fan Beibei, Zhao Fusheng couldn't help laughing. He looked at Fan Baobao: "I say, are you really that out of shape?"

"It's not that I'm out of shape. Do you know what this girl likes to play?" Fan Baobao said aggrievedly. "Things like pirate ships and roller coasters—what kind of nonsense are those?"

Zhao Fusheng burst out laughing, looking at Fan Beibei with a strange expression. Then he recalled that it was indeed true.

This girl seemed never to know fear. Things that scared most children didn't bother Fan Beibei at all.

On the contrary, Fan Baobao was actually a very timid person.

"Alright, alright. Beibei, when your brother has time, I'll go play with you. Let's forgive sister today, okay?" Zhao Fusheng said patiently, negotiating with Fan Beibei.

Fan Beibei hesitated for a moment, then said, "Okay, brother. Can I have two ice creams tomorrow?"

She loved ice cream, but Li Yuan was afraid she'd get a stomachache or catch a cold, so she usually only let her have one. Now that she had a chance, Miss Fan the Second decisively made her demands to Zhao Fusheng.

Zhao Fusheng chuckled: "Alright, two it is."

"Pinky swear?"

"Come on, pinky swear, a hundred years no change..."

The two, one big and one small, were making a pinky promise, which made Fan Baobao roll her eyes.

"Fan Beibei, I'm your own sister."

"Oh, so what?"

"What do you mean 'so what'? Why aren't you as good to me as you are to him?"

Clearly, Fan Baobao was jealous.

Zhao Fusheng was just picking up his water glass to drink when he was about to speak. Fan Beibei looked at her sister, then at Zhao Fusheng, and suddenly said, "Because brother is nicer to me than sister is."

"Aaaah!"

Fan Baobao instantly became frantic. She glared at her boyfriend with a fierce expression: "Give me back my sister! Give me back my sister!"

Zhao Fusheng felt like crying but had no tears. Who had he offended?