Chapter 0822: The Cheat Takes Shape

Zhao Fusheng's thoughts had never changed; no matter what he did, his ultimate goal was to make money.

This might seem vulgar, but it was very realistic.

In the end, one must live realistically. Romance is fine, and so is indulging in fantasy, but life must go on. People need to eat, to live in a society where food, clothing, shelter, and transportation all cost money. Zhao Fusheng absolutely did not intend to live a penniless life again.

Experts in later generations always liked to say that a young person getting married would drain the savings of six elderly people. Because this generation were all only children, and their children naturally were too.

But in fact, this was actually good, after all, these children still had wallets to drain.

What was more tragic were those who had no wallets to drain, yet had to carry the whole family on their shoulders and forge ahead.

The greatest sorrow of the poor is not having no money, but seeing no hope ahead.

No matter how hard you try, you cannot change your fate—that is the truly despairing thing.

Fortunately, in this life, Zhao Fusheng finally had hope and finally changed many things.

No one knew what was going on deep in Zhao Fusheng's heart at this moment.

In the very beginning, Zhao Fusheng actually felt a sense of disappointment toward this society. After all, as a time traveler, he knew more than others and naturally understood the direction this country and society would develop.

Lonely and without direction.

That was the true portrayal of Zhao Fusheng's heart at that time.

If not for his family and the people around him, Zhao Fusheng might not have had the courage to strive. After all, he was not a god; his courage was grounded in something, not born from his own strong mental and psychological qualities.

It was like how people always liked to label others, saying this person is good, that person is bad.

Zhao Fusheng felt that he himself could not be called a good person, because he knew well that good people don't live long, while troublemakers last a thousand years.

In real life, everyone has two sides. A local bully might like to adopt stray cats and dogs, while a university teacher who educates students might like to play with female students.

But that bully would still oppress the villagers, and that university teacher would still teach students to walk upright and straight.

A person's virtue has always been divided into two sides.

Public and private are two different concepts.

Although Zhao Fusheng really disliked Han Han, he had to admit that Han Han was right about one line in *The Continent*.

Adults only care about pros and cons; children distinguish right from wrong.

We always like to say this person is bad and that person is good. In a sense, this logic is wrong, because it's a child's standard of judgment.

It's the same with cheats.

It must be said that the magic of money was still great. At the very least, perhaps because of the commission incentive, Dong Guoxiang quickly finished making the cheat.

In early November, the world's first *Legend* cheat was officially born.

Watching his character in the game automatically fight monsters, automatically pick up items, and with unlimited health potions, Dong Guoxiang's eyes twitched. Unlike Zhang Qian, who didn't understand this, Dong Guoxiang knew exactly what this meant for game players.

"Fusheng, you're amazing. This thing will definitely be snapped up," Dong Guoxiang said excitedly to Zhao Fusheng.

"Don't rush. First, test it slowly and see if there are any shortcomings. Try to make it as perfect as possible," Zhao Fusheng said calmly.

Cheats like this always produce various problems as the game version updates; it's inevitable. So cheat updates and game updates are basically synchronized.

"Then should I still promote it?" Dong Guoxiang hesitated and asked.

Zhao Fusheng smiled: "You can promote it on a small scale and sell it to some people, but remember, not too many. Our goal is to keep the cheat famous within a certain circle. After the game starts charging, our cheat will really become valuable."

The logic was simple: when the game was free, everyone had time to grind and level up. But after the game started charging, requiring a point card, in the same amount of time, the cheat could make leveling more efficient, so naturally people would be unable to resist.

Dong Guoxiang nodded. He greatly admired Zhao Fusheng's words. Although he understood the technology, when it came to turning technology into money, Zhao Fusheng's skill was leagues ahead of his.

"Also, don't set the price too high when selling. Our cheat should also be sold as a weekly card—fifty yuan a week, and renew when it expires," Zhao Fusheng said with a smile.

"Not permanent?" Dong Guoxiang was startled and asked in surprise.

Zhao Fusheng chuckled: "Slow and steady is best."

He paused and said meaningfully to Dong Guoxiang: "Besides, do you think *Legend* will be the only online game in the future?"

Dong Guoxiang was stunned and remained silent for a long time.

He vaguely seemed to guess Zhao Fusheng's intention, but dared not think too carefully, because he felt that if Zhao Fusheng's idea was true, then this guy was too terrifying.

Zhao Fusheng didn't explain anything. Saying many things in advance was meaningless. Zhao Fusheng wouldn't and couldn't be bothered to give advance warnings.

As a man racing against time, Zhao Fusheng knew how long his foresight would last, and he also understood that although this world was similar to the one he once knew, in most places, it was actually the same.

Therefore, he wanted to use his foresight as much as possible to make money, making his capital increasingly substantial. That way, at least when his foresight lost its effect, he would have accumulated enough capital to ignore those dangers.

Work hard in the first half of life, enjoy leisure in the second half.

That was the goal Zhao Fusheng set for himself in the dead of night.

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Time sometimes passes very quickly. Often, before we can react, we have already grown up.

Similarly, Fan Baobao had just been lamenting to Zhao Fusheng that this winter in Beijing was a bit cold, but before they knew it, the days had reached December.

"Christmas is almost here," Fan Baobao muttered to Zhao Fusheng while lying on the sofa at home.

Because it was winter, there weren't many pictorial and advertisement shoots. She was a newcomer, and not a particularly favored one, so naturally she had few resources. Thus, Miss Fan spent most of her time either at school or at home, without any sense of urgency as a graduating student from the Central Academy of Drama.

After all, her classmates were all busy looking for opportunities recently.

Not everyone who graduates from college in this circle can quickly become famous as a star.

Those so-called star classes reported in the media—only a few actually became famous. The vast majority faded into obscurity; some returned to local TV stations, others simply changed careers.

Studying art is truly a single-plank bridge for thousands of troops; one general's success leaves ten thousand bones withered.

"What, you still want a Christmas gift?" Zhao Fusheng smiled and asked Fan Baobao.

"Better not. Our task now is to save money," Fan Baobao said, first happy, then shaking her head. "We still owe Old Jiang three hundred thousand."

Zhao Fusheng looked helpless. Ever since Fan Baobao learned that he owed Jiang Wen three hundred thousand, she had been in this state.

In her view, although the debt could be repaid, she didn't like the feeling of being in debt at all. So recently, Fan Baobao's most frequent念叨 was to pay back Jiang Wen's money as soon as possible.

Zhao Fusheng had no solution for this. At first, he would explain, but now he simply couldn't be bothered to say anything.

Everyone's perspective is different. Perhaps in Fan Baobao's view, even if Zhao Fusheng and Jiang Wen were close friends, owing money was still inappropriate.

"By the way, you said you took on an ad campaign last time. How's it going?" Fan Baobao looked up, remembering something, and asked Zhao Fusheng.

Zhao Fusheng was startled but answered honestly: "The plan is done. The client is reviewing it. If approved, production will officially start."

"You're still not participating in the shooting and production?" Fan Baobao frowned slightly, puzzled.

Zhao Fusheng nodded: "I've written the plan very clearly, and I've sent an assistant over. Why should I still follow up?"

The so-called assistant naturally referred to Zhou Jing, whom Zhao Fusheng had specially recruited into Future Advertising.

In fact, when Zhou Jing learned of Zhao Fusheng's identity, he was completely stunned. He never imagined that a legendary gold medal planner had chatted with him in the hallway for so long, and he had even patted the other's shoulder to encourage him.

But he also understood that for him, Zhao Fusheng's regard was undoubtedly an opportunity.

No one doesn't want to rise to prominence. Those who truly find contentment in poverty are extremely rare in this era, and Zhou Jing was clearly not that kind of person.

He was the type who, given an opportunity, would eagerly seize it and then achieve success.

And what Zhao Fusheng was giving him now was exactly such an opportunity.

So Zhou Jing was now very hardworking. He completed every task Zhao Fusheng gave him without fail. His diligence often reminded Zhao Fusheng of his former self.

Back then, he too, like Zhou Jing, seemed to have inexhaustible energy every day, focusing entirely on work, eager for success and fame.

And now, glancing at Fan Baobao beside him, Zhao Fusheng suddenly smiled. Perhaps his greatest wish was to protect those he loved and those who loved him.

In the end, people must mature.