Chapter 0607: A Skit Script

In truth, this idea had simply popped into Zhao Fusheng's head on a whim. After all, in this era, the concept of product placement didn't yet exist. Most film and television producers calculated profits based on ratings, box office, and peripheral merchandise; few ever considered advertising.

In Zhao Fusheng's view, given Jiang Wen's current fame, if the opportunity arose, those manufacturers would certainly not miss out.

"I really don't know about advertising sponsorship. I'll ask around for you when I get back."

Jiang Wen thought for a moment and said to Zhao Fusheng.

After all, their friendship was solid. Since Zhao Fusheng had asked, he couldn't refuse to help.

Zhao Fusheng nodded. He wouldn't stand on ceremony with Jiang Wen either; between friends, this sort of thing was nothing.

Of course, if Jiang Wen could negotiate this deal, Zhao Fusheng certainly wouldn't be stingy with rewards. But that would be under the name of Future Advertising; as for himself, he would owe a favor.

When he got home by car, Zhao Fusheng called Dong Chenxi and told her about it. Dong Chenxi was overjoyed; she never expected Zhao Fusheng to have such connections.

"Really? You're not joking, are you?" Dong Chenxi was still a bit incredulous.

"Old Jiang can't guarantee it either. He'll help ask first. Whether it works out or not, just wait for news." Zhao Fusheng said casually.

"Alright, alright, I understand."

Dong Chenxi nodded eagerly, clearly very excited.

"By the way, the school invited General Manager Zheng and me to attend the welcome party after National Day. Do you want to come along?" Dong Chenxi asked Zhao Fusheng just before hanging up.

Zhao Fusheng was taken aback: "You two? A National Day party?"

He didn't understand why Dong Chenxi and Zheng Yao would attend a welcome party.

One had already graduated, the other had taken unpaid leave to dive into business—neither seemed to have much to do with Ninghai Normal University anymore.

"Well, they asked us to give speeches, to set an example for the new students."

Dong Chenxi said a bit sheepishly.

Hearing this, Zhao Fusheng's face immediately darkened.

Was this last pure sanctuary of the ivory tower finally beginning to be tainted by money?

As times progressed, society would gradually grow accustomed to measuring a person's success by money. Including entrepreneurs—if someone achieved success, people would hype them up, even ignoring those who didn't, deeming them abandoned by the times.

Zhao Fusheng felt this created panic, making those who silently contributed feel increasingly anxious.

Don't measure a person's success by money. Since ancient times, this has never been the sole criterion for success, nor is it now, nor will it be in the future. Is making money the only measure of success? Are peers who haven't earned as much left behind and abandoned?

Many times, many people, many positions—a person's value isn't measured by money. Everyone has their own duties, their own positions, their own ideas. But not everyone is meant to succeed in entrepreneurship. Mass innovation, mass entrepreneurship.

Often, successful people are just exceptions; most fall by the wayside on the entrepreneurial path. One person's success can be praised, but many people's failures should also be commemorated.

And those who choose not to start a business are not abandoned by society. Different people in different times have different ideas and different roles. Not everyone has to start a business; not everyone who starts a business succeeds. So different choices lead to different fates. Some are content with the status quo, some are willing to stay as they are—these are everyone's inner wishes. We don't force, impose, or hijack others' values.

"Fusheng, do you have something on your mind?" Dong Chenxi asked, noticing Zhao Fusheng had been silent for a while.

She respected his opinions.

Zhao Fusheng sighed and shook his head gently: "It's nothing. You two go ahead. Share your work experiences with the new students, let them know that work isn't easy."

He wasn't a god or a president; he couldn't decide how others chose to live their lives.

As the whole society's ethos moved in that direction, even Zhao Fusheng could only go with the flow.

As for swimming against the current, he didn't have the ability or the courage.

He put down the phone and shook his head. Some things could only be left to fate.

Melancholy wasn't his style, because there were always people around him who could make him laugh.

Like Fan Baobao.

"What did you say? Your teacher wants you to play who?" Zhao Fusheng stared blankly at Fan Baobao.

Fan Baobao's expression remained calm, but her eyes were especially proud: "Bai Suzhen..."

After saying this, even she felt a bit embarrassed, clearly knowing the story of Leifeng Pagoda.

"So, what do I need to do?"

Zhao Fusheng teased Fan Baobao but didn't say more. After all, his girlfriend was thin-skinned; if he made her angry, it would be trouble.

"Actually, it's nothing. I just thought, since you've written scripts and plans before, maybe you could help me write a story." Fan Baobao looked at Zhao Fusheng pitifully.

Me?

Zhao Fusheng was dumbfounded, never expecting Fan Baobao to make such a request.

"Are you crazy..." Zhao Fusheng blurted out, then saw Fan Baobao's expression sour and quickly changed his tune: "But it's okay. If you want to be crazy, I'll go along with you."

They say men conquer the world, and women conquer men—that saying couldn't be more true.

Seeing Zhao Fusheng agree, Fan Baobao beamed with excitement.

"Then you watch TV. I'll go write your story..." Zhao Fusheng thought for a moment and said to Fan Baobao.

Heaven and earth may be vast, but his girlfriend came first.

As a man who doted on his girlfriend, he naturally had to prioritize the task she assigned.

"Go on, go on. I'll wash some fruit for you." Fan Baobao said happily to Zhao Fusheng.

Clearly, she was in a great mood now.

After all, Zhao Fusheng studied advertising planning. Though writing a script might not be his forte, it was just a skit. She believed her boyfriend's skills would be more than enough.

Zhao Fusheng didn't take it seriously either. A skit was just a skit—either sentimental or funny. In his view, no matter how picky the teachers at the Central Academy of Drama were, they probably wouldn't make things too hard for Fan Baobao and her group.

But the next day, Zhao Fusheng discovered he couldn't have been more wrong!