Chapter 0658 A Parent's Heart

"Dad, I'm actually quite famous."

Zhao Fusheng looked at his father and suddenly spoke.

Zhao's father was startled: "What do you mean, you're famous?"

It's said that a father knows his son best, but Zhao's father knew that ever since his son took on Fan Baobao's family troubles, he had changed greatly. Not to mention anything else, at the very least, Zhao Fusheng sometimes displayed insights and vision that truly surprised Zhao's father—even he himself didn't have such foresight.

At first, Zhao's father attributed it to Zhao Fusheng suddenly becoming enlightened, perhaps from what he learned at school. But as time went on, he gradually realized that he truly understood his son less and less.

Still, no matter how much he changed, the young man before him remained his son.

"Dad, you know Baobao's first ad was designed by me, right?" Zhao Fusheng said to his father.

Zhao's father nodded: "Your mother mentioned it. Speaking of which, Baobao still doesn't know, does she?"

Zhao Fusheng felt a bit embarrassed, chuckled, and nodded: "Yeah, she doesn't know."

It was quite amusing. Fan Baobao only knew that Zhao Fusheng was a veteran at Future Advertising, having started from scratch with Zheng Yao, but she didn't know that Zhao Fusheng was the ad planner who had planned the Runshengyuan ad for her.

As for his parents and Li Yuan, they knew some things but were afraid of hurting Fan Baobao's pride and hadn't told her.

But even they weren't clear about Zhao Fusheng's exact position at Future Advertising. They all thought Zhao Fusheng was Zheng Yao's trusted confidant, roughly at the level of a department manager.

Zhao's father had such people around him too—old-timers who had started the business with him. Even if their abilities were somewhat lacking, he would give them a decent salary and a relatively easy job suitable for them.

And now, Zhao's father suddenly felt that he might have been mistaken.

"That ad for Aipu phones, I remember you designed it, right?" Zhao's father suddenly recalled something and asked Zhao Fusheng.

The reason he remembered it so vividly was that at the time, Zhao Fusheng had not only brought home several phones but also a large sum of cash.

"Yeah, I designed that ad, and the concept was picked up by someone in Hong Kong. It's been adapted into a movie that will be released there by the end of the year." Zhao Fusheng nodded and answered honestly.

"A movie?"

Zhao's father was somewhat surprised. He thought for a moment and then suddenly asked: "Then the money that President Zheng lent our family earlier..."

He was referring to the money Zheng Yao had lent the family when he was short on startup capital.

Zhao Fusheng laughed awkwardly: "That was my bonus."

Zhao's father was momentarily speechless. He looked at his son and shook his head: "You little rascal, that's not what you said back then."

"I was afraid you and Mom would think I wasn't studying properly," Zhao Fusheng quickly explained. "Now I'm telling you the truth."

"Come on, what else have you been hiding from us?" Zhao's father glared at his son and asked.

Now that he was a boss with a net worth of nearly ten million, although he was somewhat shocked by his son's achievements, he could still accept them.

After all, a person's vision and perspective are closely tied to their environment.

For example, if you talk to a farmer selling vegetables about a business deal worth hundreds of thousands or millions, he'll look at you blankly, thinking you might be crazy. But conversely, if you talk to Sicong about it, he might also look at you blankly, thinking you're crazy.

Only the former is because what you're talking about can never intersect with his world, while the latter is because he feels you're insulting him.

That's how Zhao's father was now. If Zhao Fusheng had told him a year ago that he had earned two hundred thousand, Zhao's father's first reaction would have been disbelief, followed by suspicion. But now, having built up his own fortune from scratch within a year, he naturally wouldn't think his son earning two hundred thousand was a big deal.

Like father, like son; a hero's son is a hero. Everyone harbors this kind of thinking.

Seeing that his father wasn't angry, Zhao Fusheng went ahead and revealed that he was now the chief planner at Future Advertising. Of course, he didn't tell his father that he was a major shareholder; he only said he held some phantom shares given by Zheng Yao to keep him at Future Advertising.

As for the matters with Tencent and Shanda, Zhao Fusheng didn't mention them. The internet sector was still seen by many as not a serious pursuit, and he didn't want his parents to worry. He would tell them when the time was right.

"You mean, now you design and plan an ad and it's worth hundreds of thousands?" After a long pause, Zhao's father's mouth fell open, looking at his son in disbelief.

A business deal worth hundreds of thousands didn't surprise him, but the problem was, according to his son, he could casually write a plan and someone would be willing to pay hundreds of thousands to buy it. That was hard for Zhao's father to believe.

Zhao Fusheng shrugged: "That's already a friendly price. You should know, I no longer take on ordinary ad planning. To hire me, a company's scale has to at least be notable in the industry. Um, you know Li-Ning, right? And Bangwei? Their latest ad campaigns were all done by me."

Then he listed a few more brand names for which he had done planning.

Zhao's father gasped. His son had mentioned brands that were extremely popular now. He had seen those ads on TV, and they all turned out to be his son's work.

At that moment, Zhao's father felt immensely proud.

Parents the world over share the same heart; no parent doesn't want their child to succeed. In Zhao's father's eyes, his son had truly grown up. Even without relying on him, he could still carve out his own path.

"Dad, I'm not joking. You can take on this development project." Seeing his father silent and looking gratified, Zhao Fusheng smiled and said.

"You don't need to worry about it. I'll figure this out." Zhao's father was silent for a moment, then suddenly said to Zhao Fusheng.

Frowning slightly, Zhao Fusheng was puzzled, not understanding what was wrong with his father.

"Silly boy, now that you can stand on your own, I'm relieved. No wonder you're not worried at all about Baobao becoming a star. That's good too. As parents, it doesn't matter who you're with or whether you achieve anything. We just hope you live a good life, healthy and happy. Your relationship with Baobao, your mother and I won't interfere. As for fate, it's enough not to let the other person down. It's really hard to live without regrets—you might only understand that when you're old. As for the family business, don't worry. Don't use your fame to beg others; it's not worth it..."