Chapter 0619 Dangerous Thoughts

The more a person accomplishes nothing, the more they enjoy winning arguments, because it is one of the few areas where they can succeed. It is said that the more a person fails, the worse their temper becomes. In fact, it is not that they like to lose their temper, but that they have nothing else to do besides losing it.

For example, Zhao Fusheng in the past, and even Zhao Dad, had such experiences.

The burdens of life left them no outlet for their inner anguish, so they could only vent their irritability through outbursts of temper.

Even though it made them look like a cornered beast.

Fortunately, in this life, both Zhao Fusheng and Zhao Dad were very busy—the former busy enriching himself, the latter busy expanding his business.

Both father and son had found meaning in their existence and had goals to strive for.

Of course, compared to Zhao Dad, Zhao Fusheng, as the son, was now a bit more hardworking, after all, he bore the weight of more than just one company.

Although he rarely participated in the management of Future Advertising, Zhao Fusheng still kept an eye on the development of the advertising company. He knew very well that a mature management system should be able to maintain smooth operations even in the absence of a leader. Of course, maturity does not mean perfection, but at least it can avoid turmoil.

For instance, in the current Future Advertising, although Zheng Yao was the general manager, Zhao Fusheng was quietly cultivating the ability of Dong Chenxi and Bai Jie to handle things independently.

It wasn't that he thought Zheng Yao would part ways with him one day, but because Zhao Fusheng believed that a company should not place all burdens on one person.

Zhao Fusheng was well aware of the principle of not putting all eggs in one basket; he did not want to become the second Huang Guangyu.

Of course, he only pondered this thought in his own mind and would never tell anyone.

In the evening, Fan Baobao returned from school. Seeing Zhao Fusheng sitting in front of the computer writing something, she didn't disturb him and made herself some food. After Zhao Fusheng finished, she asked him, "Who did you meet at noon?"

Zhao Fusheng smiled: "Jiang Wen."

"Pfft!" Fan Baobao rolled her eyes in exasperation, looking disdainful: "Stop talking nonsense. Don't think that just because he helped you last time, you can act like brothers. I tell you, Jiang Wen was at our school this afternoon; how could he have met you?"

Zhao Fusheng could only smile wryly. That Jiang Wen really was a show-off.

But he also knew that this was the effect of celebrity. More than a decade later, when a minor star solving a simple equation on a variety show could trend online, it would be even more absurd than now.

"I went on a date, okay?" Zhao Fusheng glared at Fan Baobao helplessly.

Fan Baobao immediately doubled over with laughter: "Hahahaha, you... on a date..."

Someone instantly turned from embarrassment to anger, glaring at his girlfriend: "What do you mean by that?"

Fan Baobao finally straightened up, looking at Zhao Fusheng: "Someone who hasn't even had a girlfriend since childhood tells me he went on a date. Do you think I can believe that?"

Zhao Fusheng was instantly embarrassed. That was the downside of childhood sweethearts—there were basically no secrets. Knowing each other since the days of wetting the bed was really frustrating.

"Believe it or not..." Zhao Fusheng gritted his teeth.

Seeing this, Fan Baobao didn't tease him further. She smiled and changed the subject.

Couples always have some little secrets. Fan Baobao also knew that Zhao Fusheng wouldn't do anything to betray her. So, whatever he did, she might as well let him be.

They had dinner at home. Neither of them was fond of socializing, so they simply cooked at home.

Zhao Fusheng's cooking skills went without saying. Fan Baobao had also improved rapidly over the past half year and even had a few signature dishes.

"Our advisor is so picky," Fan Baobao complained while eating. "Several classmates rehearsed skits, but he just kept rejecting them, saying they weren't up to standard."

Zhao Fusheng frowned: "What benefit does he get from passing or failing them?"

"I don't know. I heard several girls cried their eyes out," Fan Baobao said while eating.

"Are you okay?" Zhao Fusheng asked.

Others were already crying, but Fan Baobao was still like this, which surprised him a bit.

"Of course I'm fine. Mine already passed," Fan Baobao said cheerfully.

Zhao Fusheng hummed in acknowledgment and didn't take it to heart.

For him, although he envied Fan Baobao's college life, he had long passed the age of dwelling on such things.

The next morning, when Zhao Fusheng got up, Fan Baobao had already prepared breakfast.

After eating, one went to school, and the other stayed home until ten o'clock, then left on time.

Zhao Fusheng's destination today was Yu Feihong's home.

Yesterday, Sister Fei had called him and arranged to meet today, saying she had something to discuss.

Zhao Fusheng always took Yu Feihong's matters seriously. Unlike Xu Lei, who was good at managing her image, Sister Fei spent most of her time quietly doing what she needed to do.

"Sister, what's the matter?"

Entering the door, Zhao Fusheng didn't beat around the bush and asked Yu Feihong directly.

Yu Feihong smiled, pouring water for him as she said, "Why are you always so impatient?"

"Why be formal with you?" Zhao Fusheng waved his hand dismissively and laughed. "If I can handle it, I will; if not, we'll figure it out together."

Yu Feihong was taken aback. Not very tall, she slightly raised her head and gazed at that gentle face with a smile. She had seen too many seemingly kind men reveal ferocious faces in certain situations, and had witnessed many honest men driven to madness by life's pressures.

Being in the entertainment industry, a vanity fair, Yu Feihong knew well that people change.

But Zhao Fusheng, since the day she met him, had always seemed the same.

"Fusheng, do you think people change?" Yu Feihong suddenly asked Zhao Fusheng a question.

Somewhat surprised, Zhao Fusheng glanced at her, smiled lightly, and nodded: "Of course people change. You will change, I will change. We're not immortals; eternal life is just a pipe dream. So everyone grows old, becomes selfish, and even becomes hesitant."

"Is that so..." Hearing Zhao Fusheng's words, Yu Feihong's mood sank slightly. For some reason, she suddenly felt down.

Zhao Fusheng looked at Yu Feihong and frowned. Such an emotional state in Yu Feihong seemed somewhat dangerous...