Chapter 9

After all, he was already in his second year of university. Although in his parents' eyes, no matter when, Zhao Fusheng would always be a child who needed their concern, his opinion was still something that Dad and Mom would consider.

Of course, it was just consideration. Whether they would follow his advice depended on their mood.

But it had to be said, Zhao Fusheng's suggestion was somewhat tempting.

After dinner, the adults took Fan Beibei downstairs for a walk. Unconsciously, the room was left with only Fan Baobao and Zhao Fusheng.

"Is this giving us a chance to be alone together?"

Zhao Fusheng stared at Fan Baobao in disbelief.

Fan Baobao glared at him irritably, "It's all your fault..."

After saying this, she hesitated for a few seconds before asking softly, "Uncle Zhao bought out his seniority. Does that mean he won't have labor insurance anymore?"

After all, she was still young. In Fan Baobao's view, Uncle Zhao had given up his future security to help her family pay off their debts.

Zhao Fusheng shook his head, "It's not as serious as you think. In this situation, buying out his seniority early actually has no disadvantages."

After all, not everyone could foresee the future. In many people's eyes, losing a stable job meant losing security. But Zhao Fusheng knew very well that in the future, stable jobs would no longer exist.

"Don't worry, I'll have a chance to get a role soon," Fan Baobao said, biting her lip.

"Get a role?" Zhao Fusheng frowned, somewhat surprised. "Can second-year students in your school get roles?"

He had a reason for his confusion. The school Fan Baobao attended, Ninghai Film Academy, was actually the Ninghai branch of Shanghai Film Academy.

To put it more bluntly, this school was essentially a vocational college. Not to mention getting roles, Zhao Fusheng remembered very clearly that, apart from Fan Baobao, no one from this school had become a star in the entertainment industry.

Even Fan Baobao herself didn't become famous right after graduation. She had been an extra in Hengdian for several years. There were even rumors that the main reason for her success was that she had connected with a big shot in the industry.

The entertainment industry was never a pure place, and Zhao Fusheng knew this better than anyone. After all, he had worked in advertising for so many years and had some connection to the entertainment industry. Whether it was models or third- or fourth-tier stars, except for the top-tier stars, every one of them had some dirty secrets.

So-called artists and stars, in essence, only showed the public what they wanted to be seen. As for their true selves, no star was willing to reveal them.

Because they knew very well that if their true selves were exposed, they would only face the silence of falling from grace.

"It's not really getting a role. The teacher said that starting from our third year, we can take on some advertisements," Fan Baobao said, lying on the sofa and sighing. "Although they're not big brands, I think each time I can earn about a thousand or so."

After saying this, she nudged Zhao Fusheng, who was sitting there, "I'm telling you, it's okay to have a relationship at school, but don't let Auntie know, or I'll never forgive you..."

Zhao Fusheng looked at her speechlessly, "Don't worry, I'm single."

"I figured as much. I have confidence in your abilities," Fan Baobao said, instantly knocking Zhao Fusheng out.

"What about you? There must be people chasing you at school, right?"

Zhao Fusheng stood up, took some fruit, peeled it, cut it into small pieces, and naturally handed a piece to Fan Baobao.

Fan Baobao opened her mouth and ate the fruit Zhao Fusheng handed her, then wrinkled her nose, "Don't even mention it. Those guys are all just trying to take advantage of me. I don't even bother with them."

After a pause, she shook her head slightly, somewhat disappointed, "If it weren't for my good temper, someone else would have exploded long ago."

Zhao Fusheng remained silent at this. He really wanted to ask Fan Baobao what kind of mood she was in when she said that.

Good temper?

Ha, Zhao Fusheng felt that the Fan Baobao he met in his childhood might have been a fake.

"Be careful when you take on advertisements. I've heard there are a lot of scammers," Zhao Fusheng hesitated for a moment before saying to Fan Baobao.

In his previous life, he had always been in advertising planning and knew all the tricks. It was fine for famous actors, but for unknowns like Fan Baobao, there were many ways for advertisers to force them to comply.

Fan Baobao laughed, "You're actually worried about me. Don't worry, if anything happens, I'll call you."

As she said this, her big eyes blinked, "Or, how about you be my agent?"

"No way!"

Without a second thought, Zhao Fusheng shook his head and said seriously, "I'm not professional, it won't work."

What a joke, being an agent for this female demon, being bossed around by her, Zhao Fusheng would be crazy to do that.

Moreover, he had a clear plan for his future, which was to make money, lots of money.

After all, even a four-year-old Fan Beibei knew that the happiest thing in the world was having endless money.

"Tsk, you can't even seize an opportunity when it's given to you. When I become famous, don't come crying to me for help," Fan Baobao said with a smile.

Zhao Fusheng rolled his eyes and decided to ignore this hysterical woman.

"By the way, can you ask Aunt Li where Uncle Fan lost his money?" Zhao Fusheng remembered something and asked Fan Baobao.

His idea was simple. Even if they were to pay back the 50,000 yuan, they couldn't just hand over the money without knowing what happened.

Fan Baobao didn't think much of it, assuming it was Zhao's parents asking. She nodded, "I got it. I'll tell you the address later."

After a pause, she put on a serious face and said to Zhao Fusheng, "Zhao Fusheng, thank you this time."

Things that one cannot have or achieve often become obsessions.

For Zhao Fusheng, his parents were his obsession, and for Fan Baobao, the dream of becoming a star was her obsession.

After learning about her father's situation, Fan Baobao felt as if the sky had fallen. She couldn't even cry.

What are tears?

They are the cleanser of a dark and cruel life. Those bright and light moments are life, and also movies.

Zhao Fusheng's appearance reignited hope in Fan Baobao.

Sometimes, people are pitiful. Even if they know they have a perfect future, if they can't overcome the obstacles in front of them, they won't have a perfect future, or even a mediocre present.

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Listening to the queen's advice, Zhao Fusheng didn't take it to heart. Fan Baobao was a bond from his past life, an old friend, and an investment in the future.

Knowing that this woman would become a big star in the future, helping her now was not a bad deal for the Zhao family.

Although it was a bit utilitarian, Zhao Fusheng was not worried that Fan Baobao wouldn't be able to pay back the 50,000 yuan.

After staying at home for another night, Zhao Fusheng said goodbye to his parents early on Sunday morning and returned to school.

Ninghai Normal University's Media College Advertising Department, this was Zhao Fusheng's major. Sometimes he thought he must have been out of his mind to choose such a peculiar major.

Even more peculiar was that in his previous life, he had actually found a job and made a living with this degree.

One could only say that fate was sometimes truly laughable.

And now, what Zhao Fusheng needed to do was to seize every opportunity that fate gave him.

"Damn, you actually came back?" A fat guy, over 1.6 meters tall and weighing over 190 pounds, stared at Zhao Fusheng in disbelief, speaking in a whiny tone.

Zhao Fusheng smiled bitterly, looked at the fat guy, and then at the other two roommates, finally confirming that his college roommates were still the same four guys.

Wang Zhen, the Fat Arhat, Wen Yu, the Skinny Monkey, and Tan Kaixuan, the Secret Agent.

It was said that having one true friend in life was enough. These roommates of Zhao Fusheng's were among his few friends.

Even after graduation, they still kept in touch, though they were scattered across the country, they would try to gather every few years.

As for other college classmates...

Time was a butcher's knife that could take away not only our age but also the friendships of our youth.

"You, Snake has already said that you'll fail in public relations this semester," Wen Yu, who was about to do laundry, looked at Zhao Fusheng and said helplessly.

Snake was the nickname of the professor. Zhao Fusheng remembered clearly that in his senior year, the professor was expelled from the school for academic fraud.

He learned the details from Wang Zhen, who stayed on to teach at the school.

"It's not that serious. Just buy him a pack of cigarettes, and it'll be fine," Tan Kaixuan, wearing glasses and looking scholarly, said.

Zhao Fusheng nodded, walked over, and gave Tan Kaixuan a light hug, "Thanks, you're a good friend."

"Aren't you two hiding something?" Wen Yu and Wang Zhen laughed, clearly finding Zhao Fusheng's action too ambiguous.

Even Tan Kaixuan himself felt a bit puzzled.

Only Zhao Fusheng knew why he did this. Because, twenty years later, Tan Kaixuan, after failing in stock trading, jumped from the Oriental Pearl Tower in Shanghai. Before that, this old classmate, known as the best bottom-fisher in Shanghai, was a stock market tycoon. However, after a failed bet, this classmate, nicknamed "Big Cannon Tan," who was the best in the class, had to leave the stage in disgrace.

But now, Tan Kaixuan was still young and hadn't entered the business world. His parents ran a small business in Shanghai's Yuyuan, and their income was decent.

Fortunately, everything still had a chance to start over.