Chapter 0545: The Golden Age

"I think you owe me an explanation."

On the way out of Jinsha Entertainment Club, Fan Baobao walked and spoke to Zhao Fusheng.

Zhao Fusheng looked at her expression, his face calm: "Explain what?"

"Why does that woman Jinsha call you Teacher Zhao?" Fan Baobao asked.

She wasn't curious about other things; she just didn't understand when Zhao Fusheng had become Teacher Zhao.

Zhao Fusheng chuckled, looked at Fan Baobao, and suddenly said, "Do you remember last year?"

"Last year?" Fan Baobao was puzzled, not understanding his meaning.

A hint of reminiscence appeared on Zhao Fusheng's face, as if recalling something: "That day when something happened to your family, I went home, beat up that thug, and then lay on the bed. I thought, I'm twenty-one, in my golden age, I have many奢望, I want to love, I want to eat, I want to become in an instant the half-bright, half-dark clouds in the sky. Later I understood, life is a process of being slowly beaten. People grow older day by day, and奢望 also disappear day by day, until in the end they become a corpse, lying there motionless. I don't want to live like that, so I strive to make myself strong. I want to stay fierce forever..."

"And then?"

Fan Baobao frowned slightly. She felt something was off, but couldn't pinpoint what seemed strange.

"Then I joined Teacher Zheng's studio. At first I did odd jobs, helped her with small matters, then learned to design and plan advertisements myself..." Zhao Fusheng explained to Fan Baobao. "Later, as time passed, Teacher Zheng would also let me do some simple planning, like the Yansha advertisement—I was responsible for that. You know, since you filmed the Runshengyuan Qingzui Hanpian advertisement, Future Advertising has mostly done TV ads. Ads like Yansha's, they're not so willing to take on anymore."

His words were half true, half false, so Fan Baobao naturally found it hard to discern. But she understood his meaning and looked at him: "You mean, the Yansha manager came to see you today because you planned their ad?"

Zhao Fusheng nodded: "The coupon Liu Yuan and the others were holding was my idea. Besides, think about it, they were just being polite, coming over for a drink. If they really valued me, how could they not stay?"

Fan Baobao was taken aback, thought it over, and found it reasonable. She snorted: "Since that's the case, I'll let you off for now."

Zhao Fusheng smiled, glanced at her, and noticed a hint of a smile at the corner of her mouth. He raised an eyebrow but said nothing.

Actually, he didn't quite understand Fan Baobao's thoughts. Every girl hopes her boyfriend is a hero, who in a万众瞩目的 occasion, steps on colorful clouds, clad in golden armor, walks to her side and says I love you.

Although today's occasion wasn't quite suitable, Zhao Fusheng had indeed let Fan Baobao shine in front of her classmates. Though she didn't say it, Fan Baobao was actually very happy inside.

Of course, on the surface she had to pretend nothing was wrong, even putting Zhao Fusheng on trial.

After a little thought, Zhao Fusheng understood her little scheme. He chuckled inwardly but said nothing more.

Sometimes, even two people in love need to give each other space; otherwise, problems will eventually arise.

A man, even if his career isn't very successful, even if he doesn't have much money, must be responsible and have a sense of career; otherwise, he can't be someone others rely on.

You know, a middle-aged man always finds that, apart from himself, there's no one he can rely on.

Back at the住处, Zhao Fusheng and Fan Baobao each went to their rooms. He really wanted to spend some intimate time with his girlfriend, but Ma had sent him a text message during the day saying he wanted to discuss something when free. So Zhao Fusheng had to go back to his room to go online and discuss matters with Ma.

Fan Baobao, lying in bed, couldn't sleep at all.

Every time she closed her eyes, she saw Zhao Fusheng calmly drinking with Ye Fangfei, or sitting there, singing deeply.

"Annoying guy!" she muttered, hugging the quilt. Suddenly, she felt she should go see that guy Zhao Fusheng.

"Forget it, he said he has work." Remembering what Zhao Fusheng had just said, Fan Baobao sighed and continued tossing and turning in bed.

While one person couldn't sleep, another was quite happy.

Zhao Fusheng sat in front of the computer, looking at the message Ma had just sent, grinning from ear to ear.

Ma had just told Zhao Fusheng that Tencent had successfully raised another forty million US dollars, meaning Zhao Fusheng's five percent non-dilutable shares had appreciated again.

"I have no objections. I support whatever decision you make." Zhao Fusheng typed these words with a smile. He meant it sincerely.

Regardless of future evaluations of Ma, regardless of whether Tencent is controversial, it's undeniable that under Ma's leadership, Tencent grew to a market value of trillions, which must be due to his exceptional abilities.

Moreover, in Zhao Fusheng's view, if someone else were in charge of Tencent, they might not achieve what Ma did.

Ma, sitting at his computer, had a very mixed expression. On one hand, he was happy about Zhao Fusheng's trust; on the other, thinking that Zhao Fusheng bought five percent non-dilutable shares for one million, he felt inexplicably disheartened.

"Come to Shenzhen when you have time; let's meet and talk." After thinking for a long time, Ma typed this line.

Regardless, things had reached this point. Since Zhao Fusheng had become a shareholder, what Ma needed to do was win him over to his side.

Although Zhao Fusheng had always said he trusted Ma and entrusted him with voting rights, Ma believed there was never anything absolute in the world. He came from a technical background and trusted data more. As for people's hearts, Ma always maintained a reserved attitude.

"Okay, I'll definitely come when I have the chance." Zhao Fusheng replied.

Watching the penguin avatar go dark, a smile appeared on his face. He stood up, looked at the furniture in the room by moonlight, and felt very cheerful. Whether it was a dream or not, whether he would wake up or not, the current life was what he wanted; the current life was what he needed.

Everything was so beautiful.