Chapter 0801: The House

Regarding the multiple-choice questions of life, Zhao Fusheng was undoubtedly a failure in the past. Now, he had finally begun to advance on the fast track to success.

Therefore, Zhao Fusheng cherished the current situation and naturally would not allow anyone to disrupt it.

The next morning, Zhao Fusheng did not stay in Shanghai. He had few friends there, and there were many matters waiting for him in Beijing. He had originally come only to cheer on Chen Tianqiao.

As for the open beta of "Legend," that was Boss Chen's stage, not Zhao Fusheng's. He had no interest in it.

When he returned to Beijing by plane, it was already afternoon. Seeing Zhao Fusheng enter with Zhang Qian, Fan Baobao blinked, making sure she wasn't mistaken.

"And this is?"

"He's Zhang Qian, my assistant from now on." Zhao Fusheng thought for a moment and decided to give Zhang Qian the title of assistant, since he would be following him long-term.

"Oh, hello. I'm Fan Baobao." Fan Baobao nodded, not thinking much of it. She assumed Zhang Qian was someone arranged by the advertising company, since Zhao Fusheng was Future Advertising's gold medal planner.

"Hello." Zhang Qian blinked. He naturally knew Fan Baobao's identity; Zhao Fusheng had told him earlier.

"Um, you're older than me, right?" Fan Baobao asked Zhang Qian.

Zhang Qian smiled and nodded: "Yeah, I'm two years older than you and Fusheng."

"Then I'll call you Brother Zhang." Fan Baobao laughed carefreely. That was her nature—she was relatively resistant to unfamiliar people and things, but once she got to know them, she was no longer so aloof.

Although he was an assistant, since Zhao Fusheng brought him home, he was definitely one of their own.

Zhang Qian's accommodation was arranged on the second floor, in the room where Wang Qiang had previously stayed. That guy had recently made some money and planned to move out to rent a place.

Watching Zhang Qian go upstairs, Fan Baobao pulled Zhao Fusheng aside and whispered, "Why did your company think to assign you an assistant?"

Zhao Fusheng laughed: "Given my status, isn't it normal to have an assistant?"

Fan Baobao shot him a glare, displeased with his unconscious smugness.

"Hmm, are you worried he'll disturb our time alone?" Zhao Fusheng blinked and suddenly grinned at Fan Baobao.

Fan Baobao's face flushed red with embarrassment, and she glared fiercely at Zhao Fusheng, as if to say, "Say another word and I'll fight you."

To avoid domestic violence, Zhao Fusheng, having just teased his girlfriend, decisively chickened out and quickly changed the subject: "Don't worry. In a while, I'll save some money and buy the house next door, so he can live across the hall."

The building they lived in had two households per floor. The apartment opposite had once posted signs for rent or sale, but it seemed no one was interested. After all, property prices were at a low point, and few people considered buying a house, even if it was a school-district property near the Central Academy of Drama.

"Do you have money?" Fan Baobao looked at Zhao Fusheng suspiciously, then frowned slightly. "Now that you mention it, I'm wondering—are you the landlord of this house?"

She was also a very clever girl. Originally, when she didn't know Zhao Fusheng's identity, she naturally wouldn't suspect much. But as his identity was revealed, Fan Baobao suddenly realized that, given his style, it was very likely he had already bought the house they were living in.

Otherwise, how could she explain that, even though the lease had expired, he said he had renewed it with the landlord for another year, and the landlord had never shown up, and Fan Baobao had never even spoken to the landlord on the phone?

Hearing Fan Baobao's words, Zhao Fusheng chuckled and didn't deny it. He nodded and said, "Yeah, I happened to take on a few planning projects at the time, had some money on hand, so I bought it."

Then he said to Fan Baobao seriously, "I think the current housing prices are abnormal. This is a school-district property, and in the capital, no less."

"You mean prices might go up in the future?"

Fan Baobao gave Zhao Fusheng a strange look, clearly not understanding where his confidence came from.

Zhao Fusheng nodded: "Not might—they will definitely go up."

As someone who had experienced it firsthand, he had seen with his own eyes how astonishingly fast the domestic real estate market had skyrocketed, especially in first-tier cities like Beijing, Shanghai, and Guangzhou, where prices seemed to be grabbing money.

Even so, whenever a good property launched, it would be snapped up immediately.

So Zhao Fusheng felt that even if he had nothing better to do, buying more houses couldn't be wrong.

Fan Baobao was skeptical. She didn't really understand what Zhao Fusheng was saying, since she had no exposure to such things. A twenty-one-year-old girl might know about clothes and cosmetics, but asking her to study real estate was simply out of the question.

But fortunately, Fan Baobao now, whenever she didn't understand something Zhao Fusheng said, she just stopped thinking about it.

After all, Zhao Fusheng wouldn't harm her, so why bother with too much?

Still, Fan Baobao had remembered Zhao Fusheng's words, and she decided that once she became a star and earned money, her first move would be to buy houses in big cities like Beijing, Shanghai, and Guangzhou.

"Even if prices drop, I can keep them for myself to live in," Fan Baobao fantasized happily, imagining that in the future, she and Zhao Fusheng would own houses all over the country, staying a few days in one city and then moving to another. That kind of life would surely be fun.

Zhao Fusheng, of course, didn't know what Fan Baobao was daydreaming about. Seeing her sitting there silent, he didn't say much either and went out on his own to call Zheng Yao.

Fan Baobao's words had just reminded Zhao Fusheng that if Future Advertising wanted to develop, renting office space in a commercial building wouldn't work. If circumstances allowed, they had to buy a building as the company's office location. That way, they could both secure the company's interests and rent out floors for greater returns.

Zheng Yao also fully agreed with Zhao Fusheng's suggestion, saying she was currently negotiating a loan with the bank. Once it went through, she planned to move Future Advertising's headquarters to Beijing.

Zhao Fusheng had no objection to this. He rarely interfered in the company's decisions anyway, unless Zheng Yao actively sought his opinion or there was no other choice and he had to speak up.

Zhao Fusheng understood the principle of not employing someone you doubt, and not doubting someone you employ. He also knew he wasn't good at managing a company, but as long as he held onto the key parts, Future Advertising would always belong to him, no matter what.