Chapter 0612: Strength Is the Hard Truth

Zhao Fusheng naturally had no idea what Dong Chenxi and Bai Jie were doing in the company under his banner, and even if he did, he wouldn't care. After all, who has ever heard of a lion and a tiger fighting over a piece of meat, only to see a tiger caring about the life or death of an ant?

When he got home, Fan Baobao wasn't there. The girl rarely came back during the day, spending all her time at school, hanging out with Zhou Yun and the others. He heard that because she could now take on acting roles, many production teams had come to the school to hold auditions and recruit.

Zhao Fusheng didn't react much to this. How Fan Baobao wanted to develop was her own business; even as a lover, he had no right to decide someone else's future.

When it comes to life, it's better for each person to be responsible for themselves.

Sometimes Zhao Fusheng thought that life on earth was nothing more than the four words: food, clothing, shelter, and transportation. People's lives generally revolved around these four things.

As for fame, fortune, and status, those were things people pondered only when they had nothing better to do. In other words, if even food, clothing, shelter, and transportation couldn't be satisfied, who the hell would bother thinking about leaving a legacy for a thousand years?

Of course, there were also women, which was even more ridiculous.

Most of the time, between the sexes, it was an instinct at work—the instinct for racial continuation, which often made people lose control of themselves.

Fortunately, Zhao Fusheng now saw through many things and understood too many truths. He knew what he needed and how to get what he wanted.

In his previous life, Zhao Fusheng hadn't realized it, but as he grew older and gained more experience, he gradually came to understand that time does not heal the wounds deep in our hearts. The process of growing up is about learning to cope with time, and time will accompany us until the day our lives end.

Zhao Fusheng didn't want to leave behind as many regrets as in his previous life, because those regrets would stay with him in the years to come.

That feeling really wasn't pleasant.

Of course, Zhao Fusheng also understood that kindness must have its limits, and generosity must have its principles. Being good to others indiscriminately would ultimately betray one's own good intentions.

So now, Zhao Fusheng only treated those close to him well.

For example, his family, and Fan Baobao.

As for outsiders, he was used to looking at the world around him coldly, because the world itself was cold.

Soon, Zhao Fusheng received an email from Dong Chenxi. Looking at the dozens of plans inside, Zhao Fusheng frowned but still patiently began to read them.

After reading for a while, Zhao Fusheng couldn't help but sigh. He had to admit that sometimes the limitations of the times were really frustrating. The advertisements before him, while not lacking in content, had no creativity; most were routine works.

In other words, these plans were like fired porcelain—placed there, seemingly beautiful, but actually meaningless, because anyone who understood advertising planning could make this kind of porcelain.

What to do?

Zhao Fusheng thought for a moment and began to modify these plans on the computer.

After all, he had a ton of advertising plans in his head, all kinds of them. These products were strange and varied, and although many weren't TV ads, the content of print ads was essentially the same. As long as there was creativity, they could still catch people's eyes.

Hmm, this one could add a sentence.

This one needs a major overhaul.

Zhao Fusheng's hands-on ability was still strong, and staying up late to work was not a one-time thing. When Fan Baobao came back, what she saw was Zhao Fusheng asleep on the desk.

Because the computer was on, Fan Baobao blinked, realizing that Zhao Fusheng must have been too tired from work. She gently picked up a piece of clothing, draped it over Zhao Fusheng, and then quietly slipped out.

When Zhao Fusheng woke up again, he glanced at the clothing on him and broke into a smile.

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Three days later, Zhao Fusheng's reply landed in Dong Chenxi's inbox.

Looking at the revisions on it, Dong Chenxi frowned slightly, then couldn't help shaking her head and said to Bai Jie beside her, "Sometimes I really think President Zheng is absolutely right."

"What did she say?" Bai Jie asked curiously.

Because she was good friends with Zheng Yao, having been close friends for years, Bai Jie didn't have the same fear of President Zheng that others did. When she and Dong Chenxi talked about Zheng Yao, it was mostly casual chat.

"President Zheng once said that if Zhao Fusheng were willing to devote a hundred percent of his energy to Future Advertising, our company would surely become a world-class advertising agency."

Dong Chenxi recalled Zheng Yao's words, her face full of longing.

"World-class?" Bai Jie was taken aback, looking at Dong Chenxi with surprise: "Did she really say that?"

For her own arrogant best friend to give such an appraisal, just how capable was Zhao Fusheng?

"Yeah, I've always had some doubts about her words, but now after seeing this, I think she's right." Dong Chenxi sighed.

Bai Jie was stunned. She wasn't in advertising; she knew more about finance and external relations, and lacked strong professional knowledge, so it was hard for her to understand Dong Chenxi and Zheng Yao's assessment of Zhao Fusheng's abilities.

After all, non-professionals still had a bit of a gap in their understanding of such matters.

Even though she actually knew that Zhao Fusheng was very talented.

"Call all those arrogant guys in." Dong Chenxi sighed and said to Bai Jie.

Bai Jie nodded. In company management and operations, she and Dong Chenxi had a clear division of labor: she handled finance and external relations, while Dong Chenxi handled operations. For matters like today's, naturally Dong Chenxi made the decisions.

A company in its startup phase had this advantage: everyone could clearly recognize their own position and wouldn't casually overstep or meddle in others' responsibilities.

In simple terms, power struggles mostly appear after a business achieves success. The reason is simple: the more stable the times, the stronger people's desire for their own interests.

This is also why many startups, and even dynasties, can coexist harmoniously while building their empire but fall apart once they succeed.

At the end of the day, it's all about interests causing trouble.

Leaving aside how Dong Chenxi went on a rampage in the meeting room with Zhao Fusheng's revised advertising plan, Zhao Fusheng received a call from Zheng Yao.

"Not bad, you care about the company's development now," Zheng Yao teased Zhao Fusheng right off the bat over the phone.

Zhao Fusheng looked helpless. He knew that as long as he stepped in, she would definitely tease him.

"Get to the point, or I'll hang up." Left with no choice, Zhao Fusheng had to use his trump card.