Chapter 0685 Trouble at Home

On a custom-made Italian luxury bed, a pink quilt lay in disarray as two bodies writhed together, the scene so full of spring that even the moon was too shy to peek and quietly hid itself away.

It's often said that whiteness covers a hundred flaws, a traditional aesthetic that has persisted for millennia—a woman with fair skin is pleasing to the eye no matter how you look at her.

Of course, that's once you're in bed; judging by appearance alone, it comes down to figure and face.

Fan Baobao was undoubtedly the kind of woman who could easily drive a man wild, because not only was her skin fair, but her figure and looks were both top-notch.

Zhao Fusheng rested his head on one hand while the other traced the curves of Fan Baobao's body, then lightly patted her, drawing a playful scold from her.

“Zhao Fusheng, if you keep groping me, I'll bite you!” Fan Baobao bared her teeth like a little tiger, threatening Zhao Fusheng.

But unfortunately, her threat had almost no effect; Zhao Fusheng chuckled and didn't stop his movements at all.

“You—if you keep this up, I'll cry,” Fan Baobao finally begged for mercy in desperation.

There was no other way; Zhao Fusheng had nearly worn her out just now. God knows where he learned so many tricks. Fan Baobao had always heard from her dorm mates that only when two people were truly together could they reach the peak of pleasure, but Zhao Fusheng hadn't even touched her properly, yet he had tormented her into a state of ecstasy.

“Alright, alright, I'll spare your life,” Zhao Fusheng said softly with a laugh, finally letting his girlfriend off.

Fan Baobao gazed at Zhao Fusheng and said softly, “Are you going back to Ninghai soon?”

She was smart and knew that Zhao Fusheng couldn't stay with her forever; he still had to return to school.

Zhao Fusheng nodded: “Not exactly soon. I've figured it out—this semester is definitely out of the question, and next semester I'll have to stay there. But by senior year, the school basically won't care where we are, so I can stay here with you all the time then.”

He was telling the truth; after all, Ninghai was too small. For Zhao Fusheng, he preferred a broader stage, like Beijing.

“Really?”

Fan Baobao was startled and looked up in surprise. She hadn't expected Zhao Fusheng to actually come to Beijing to develop his career.

Originally, she had thought that although Zhao Fusheng's work at Future Advertising was going smoothly, his father's business was also there, so chances were he would choose to go back and help manage the family business after graduation.

Unexpectedly, Zhao Fusheng had chosen to stay in the capital.

“Of course it's true,” Zhao Fusheng said with a faint smile.

“You're wonderful.”

Fan Baobao gave Zhao Fusheng a charming smile, radiant and beautiful.

Then she lowered her head, her long hair cascading down like a waterfall, covering Zhao Fusheng's body and her own head...

As they say, joy brings a cheerful spirit. Zhao Fusheng felt this was quite true; ever since returning to Beijing, his mood had been very good.

At Future Advertising, the few public service ads he had designed were quickly adopted by CCTV. According to Dong Chenxi, the heads at CCTV were as happy as kids who had found money.

After all, public service ads are different from commercial ones. They have long been criticized for low quality, full of preaching content, completely out of step with the times. When Dong Chenxi saw the plans Zhao Fusheng had come up with, she was so impressed she almost couldn't bear to give them to CCTV.

If not for the contract, Dong Chenxi might have actually done that.

Zhao Fusheng was quite calm about it. To him, this kind of ad was more about an idea; even if it influenced just a few dozen people, it would benefit society.

Over in Hong Kong, Andy Lau had called Zhao Fusheng several times to invite him to the year-end premiere. After much consideration, Zhao Fusheng politely declined each time. In his view, the Hong Kong side was pushing something under the banner of reviving Hong Kong cinema, and he'd rather not get involved. Anyway, he was credited as the screenwriter, and if the box office exceeded fifty million, he'd get a cut. Those empty titles weren't worth fighting for.

Moreover, Zhao Fusheng had a favorable impression of very few Hong Kong actors and celebrities and had no intention of making their acquaintance.

As for his father, there were quite a few issues. They had talked on the phone once before, but after a few words, his father got busy with something else and hung up hastily. Only then did Zhao Fusheng realize he hadn't had time to ask about the Qiulin Company plaza development.

In fact, Zhao Fusheng really wanted to have a good talk with his father, because now that he was in Beijing, he sometimes didn't know the specifics of what was happening back home. Occasionally, when chatting with his mother and Li Yuan on the phone, Zhao Fusheng noticed something puzzling: there seemed to be too many management staff in the company.

Zhao Fusheng also knew that this was probably his father's decision. After all, his father's personality was like that—he could never refuse requests from relatives and friends.

Fortunately, the uncles and aunts on his father's side had been dealt with, and his mother's relatives had no particular ideas for now; otherwise, the company would definitely be in more chaos.

This is the biggest drawback of family businesses: nepotism, if not careful, fills the company with many people who eat without working—in short, parasites.

As the saying goes, a thousand-mile dike collapses from an ant hole. In Zhao Fusheng's view, if this problem isn't solved now, over time these people will become the culprits that destroy the company completely.

Zhao Fusheng never looked down on the poor, because he had been poor himself. But the problem was that sometimes poor people have a poor person's mentality, thinking with a poor person's mindset, always wanting to take advantage, focusing on trivial immediate gains. Even if they have a bit of ambition, it gets worn away in a leisurely life, and they end up achieving nothing.

Zhao Fusheng didn't want his father to become that kind of person, but the problem was that there were many such people around him now.

Thinking of this, Zhao Fusheng shook his head and sighed. He used to think that successful people on TV were always busy scheming like tops, but now it seemed that was pretty much the case.

At the very least, the problems he faced now were no less than those in TV dramas.

It was almost New Year's 2001. Zhao Fusheng had originally planned to spend it with Fan Baobao here, but then his mother called one day, furious, telling him that someone at the mall had proposed forming a board of directors.

Hearing this news, Zhao Fusheng could no longer sit still.

A company with assets under ten million yuan was thinking of setting up a board of directors—were these people crazy for money?