Chapter 0610: Meeting an Old Friend in a Foreign Land

Turning around, Zhao Fusheng saw Bai Jie standing there with a look of surprise, clearly not expecting him to have come over.

"Sister Bai, long time no see."

With a light chuckle, Zhao Fusheng nodded at Bai Jie.

Bai Jie walked over quickly, her face blooming like a flower as she said with a smile, "You rascal, why didn't you call ahead when you came?"

Zhao Fusheng shrugged: "I did call Dong Chenxi..."

"You call that a phone call? Just asking about the company's recent situation, then nothing else..." Bai Jie said reproachfully as she pulled Zhao Fusheng's hand and led him upstairs.

The receptionist at the door was completely dumbfounded, only coming to her senses after a long while.

"Was that Manager Bai just now?" She was confident she hadn't mistaken the company's deputy general manager.

"Yeah, it should be her," her companion beside her said in surprise.

It wasn't that they thought they had misidentified her; it was just that the scene they had just witnessed was truly hard to believe.

After all, in the company, Manager Bai was notoriously cold and aloof. Even during meals with advertisers, it was said she could turn hostile at a moment's notice. Once, a deputy general manager from some manufacturer, thinking he had a grip on the lifeline of Future Advertising, made a suggestive remark to a female employee from the planning department at the dinner table, only to have Manager Bai splash a glass of wine in his face.

"Sorry, we're not doing this deal anymore." Manager Bai didn't say another word, directly led her people away, and gave the other party no chance to argue.

Afterward, Manager Dong wasn't upset at all; instead, she told everyone at the employee meeting that since the startup days, Future Advertising had never relied on under-the-table rules to secure contracts.

For a time, the female employees in the company practically wanted to lift both managers to the skies.

Originally worried about what the headquarters might think, word came from the middle management who had followed the two general managers from Binzhou that not only Manager Bai, but even General Manager Zheng abhorred under-the-table rules.

From then on, Future Advertising in Beijing was completely united as one.

From birth, each of us begins to seek a sense of belonging, wanting to find our rightful place in the human community. This place is essentially a term for where we can live more happily. In the end, form doesn't matter; what matters most is physical and mental well-being.

As the saying goes, where my heart finds peace is my hometown—that's the principle.

For employees, a company willing to protect their interests is a dream workplace. Even if the salary is a bit lower, it doesn't matter, because no one wants to achieve success by selling themselves.

If given a choice, who wouldn't want to do projects with integrity?

"How long can you stay in Beijing this time?" Bai Jie asked Zhao Fusheng as they went upstairs together.

Zhao Fusheng couldn't help but laugh. Why did everyone ask him the same question? Did he really seem that averse to Beijing?

"About three months, until around New Year's," Zhao Fusheng said to Bai Jie with a smile. "Sister Bai, you've been looking more and more beautiful lately. You really have the air of a strong woman now."

As he spoke, he blinked: "I heard you and Qin Wentao broke up?"

Some things in the company couldn't be hidden. The news of Bai Jie and Qin Wentao's amicable breakup had been leaked to Zhao Fusheng by Zheng Yao. He hadn't expected that woman to be such a gossip.

"Yeah, we just weren't right for each other in the end." Bai Jie didn't seem heartbroken; instead, she was quite calm. It was clear she had moved on.

Zhao Fusheng naturally didn't feel it was his place to comment on others' romantic affairs. He wasn't a confidant, nor did he intend to play the role of a caring younger brother. It was better to just keep his head down like an ostrich.

Thinking back to the words he had said to Zheng Yao, Zhao Fusheng himself found them cringeworthy—utterly thoughtless. It was only because Zheng Yao had just gone through a breakup and was in a bad mood that she had fallen for his nonsense. If it were now, he figured Zheng Yao would have slapped him twice.

As for Bai Jie, judging by her current state, she seemed completely unaffected in her work mood, and that was enough.

Whether she went out drinking alone after work or did something else, in Zhao Fusheng's view, that was her private business.

Everyone has their own private space, and what one does in that space, unless they are a celebrity or public figure, no one cares.

For example, even if Bai Jie turned into a drunk on the street after work, that was her own affair and had nothing to do with others. Conversely, if she let it affect her work, that naturally wouldn't be allowed.

Work is work, and private is private.

On this point, Zhao Fusheng believed Bai Jie understood it even better than he did.

"Alright, enough about him. What brings you here this time?" Bai Jie smiled and asked Zhao Fusheng.

She knew well that Zhao Fusheng wasn't the type to show up at the company for no reason. Whether in Ninghai or Binzhou, he had always avoided Future Advertising like the plague. As the second-in-command of the company's planning department and one of the best advertising planners in the industry, Zhao Fusheng had a high output, but the problem was that he only took on projects when he took the initiative—in other words, when he needed money.

In Zheng Yao's words, the guy wouldn't lift a finger without a profit motive.

Still, Zhao Fusheng did have a sense of career ambition. In Bai Jie's view, advertising planning sometimes required inspiration. As one of the top-tier advertising planners, Zhao Fusheng was already quite good; at least his output was high. Word had it that the masters at Oriental Advertising only produced two or three plans a year.

Unlike Zhao Fusheng, who never failed to deliver on any project the company gave him—he was practically a prodigy.

"Nothing much, just came to see if there's anything I can help with," Zhao Fusheng said with a wave of his hand. He couldn't exactly tell Bai Jie that he was just hanging around because he had nothing to do.

In truth, Zhao Fusheng knew that at this point, he was really in a state of idleness. He hadn't graduated yet, and the internet was in a downturn. Even if he wanted to start a business, he could only proceed step by step.

In other words, all the tinkering now was essentially about accumulating capital. When the spring of the internet truly arrived, Zhao Fusheng knew that his time to rise would come.

From the moment of his rebirth, Zhao Fusheng had never concealed his desire for money and success. Although he knew this might make him seem vulgar and materialistic, he didn't think he was wrong. Money might not be the sole criterion for measuring a person's success, but it could measure the quality of one's life.

If forced to choose between reciting poetry while eating steamed buns and reciting poetry while feasting on delicacies, Zhao Fusheng believed only a madman would choose the former.