In the era of market economy, no one will be a philanthropist, and Zhao Fusheng is the same.

In all fairness, Zhao Fusheng couldn't talk about the tens of thousands of yuan that Zhou Wei wanted, although it was not insignificant, he just didn't like to open this opening.

Kindness is right, but it really can't be too simple, after all, there is always a complex side to this society, and it is the most difficult to keep the bottom of your heart in any environment.

Of course, no one is going to have trouble with money.

This is not the nineties, no one will be reluctant to give up on poetry and literature, more and more people fall into the eyes of money, although everyone does not say it, ridiculous poverty does not laugh prostitution has really become a true portrayal of many people's hearts.

Since Zhou Wei stretched out his hand, Zhao Fusheng only had two choices, either to give in or to fight back.

It is clear that he does not intend to give in.

In that case, there is only one path left to choose.

That's why Zhao Fusheng asked his father to help investigate what happened to this Zhou Wei.

To deal with such people, you must know yourself and your opponent, otherwise, there may be some messy people who will make trouble for yourself.

Strategically despising the opponent and tactically valuing the opponent is what the great leader said, and Zhao Fusheng certainly kept it in mind.

What's more, Zhao Fusheng also knew that it was not so easy to settle Zhou Wei with his own strength, after all, people belonged to a part of the bureaucratic class.

From ancient times to the present, the people and the officials are two classes, and no matter how much the ruling class whitewashes the peace, in the final analysis, it must be admitted that the official level crushes people to death.

The power of power is undoubtedly feared, especially when there is no regulation.

Although there are discipline inspection commissions, they are also members of the bureaucratic class, and this kind of supervision is still limited after all.

As for having the people supervise the officials, it's even more ridiculous, or to be precise, a joke in itself.

Ordinary people can indeed find some problems, but the question is, who should they listen to?

It's not a joke that the two official words are just a joke, and it is not unheard of that the report letter is sent out and transferred to the hands of the reported person three times or five.

A bottom-up approach to regulation, without support from the top, is a joke in itself.

And the top, even in the next ten years, probably don't care about this little thing.

Sticks like to juxtapose the state and the people, but the sticks themselves have to admit that the so-called power of the state comes from the people, and the people enjoy the power of the state.

People always like to judge things with their own cognition, and when reality exceeds their cognition, the biggest fantasy is nothing more than the so-called sublimation based on what they have.

It is as if the life of the emperor that the tenants can imagine is nothing more than a golden flat dan, which is the level that they can reach in cognition. Wisdom can indeed make up for many things, but if the levels are too far apart, there is nothing to be done.

It's like now, whether it's Zhou Wei, Zhang Qian, or Zhao's father Chen Hai, they can't imagine what kind of way Zhao Fusheng will use to solve the current problem.

Because their thinking, after all, is not the same as Zhao Fusheng.

Or to be more precise, the limitations of the times make them unable to realize that sometimes even just a report, a piece of news, or a few words of gossip can change a person's fate.

"Son, it's really not good, I'll find someone for you, right?" Zhao's father said to Zhao Fusheng after Chen Hai left the office.

In his opinion, after all, this is the first time that Zhao Fusheng has acted independently under Zheng Yao, and if he causes trouble, it will be difficult to explain to Zheng Yao.

Zhao Fusheng smiled slightly and shook his head gently: "It's okay, Dad, you don't have to worry, Mr. Zheng said, she has already arranged it, just let me inquire here about where that Zhou Wei came from." ”

Dad Zhao frowned: "It's arranged?"

Obviously, he was a little confused.

Zhao Fusheng nodded, after all, he was his father, and he had something to tell him: "That's the case, Mr. Zheng has a few friends, who are from the media, and they can come to our Ninghai today and tomorrow ......."

"Journalists?"

Zhao's father's face changed suddenly, the word reporter in this era is not the same as ten years later.

Ten years later, journalists and prostitutes are practically the same, as long as they are paid, they can choose to sell their morality, and there is no lower limit, and they don't care about the truth at all.

It also makes people lose trust in the news, after all, they read too much fake news, and naturally have doubts about real news.

But now, in the eyes of ordinary people, journalists represent the truth and justice.

So after Zhao's father heard Zhao Fusheng's words, he was stunned, he didn't expect Zheng Yao's handwriting to be so big, and he directly pulled a reporter over.

After hesitating for a moment, Dad Zhao asked in a low voice, "This, where are the reporters?"

Zhao Fusheng smiled: "There are provincial TV stations, daily newspapers, and provincial radio stations......"

This is Zheng Yao sent him a text message to report back, Qiu Ming and others will come over in the next two days, and the phone number has also been sent.

"This ......"

Dad Zhao was speechless at that time, in his opinion, Zheng Yao made it clear that he wanted to kill Zhou Wei.

"Don't say what happened, don't tell what happened, and don't blame the past. Zhao Fusheng looked at his father and said slowly: "Dad, things have come to this point, it is impossible to stop, no matter whether there is anyone behind Zhou Wei or not, what Mr. Zheng means, this time we must let some people know that in our future advertising business, no one is allowed to secretly start." ”

Dad Zhao didn't say anything for a long time, sitting there frowning and not knowing what he was thinking.

Zhao Fusheng smiled softly, he felt that his father should understand what he meant.

After a while, Zhao's father raised his head and said to Zhao Fusheng: "You go back first, I'll help you inquire about Zhou Wei's affairs." ”

Zhao Fusheng nodded and left his father's office.

Downstairs, he came to the video game city, as soon as he entered the door, he saw Zhang Qian and his four comrades-in-arms, staying there as if they were facing a great enemy, seeing someone coming in, Zhang Qian stood up suddenly, and saw that it was Zhao Fusheng, so he waved his hand, and several companions who were obviously on guard behind him sat down one after another.

"What are you doing, waiting for a fight?" Seeing this, Zhao Fusheng smiled and asked Zhang Qian.

Zhang Qian didn't say anything, and Qian Dongliu, who was beside him, said: "Just now, Mr. Chen came to inform us......

Zhao Fusheng nodded, with his own presence, Chen Hai would definitely tell them the news, after all, Chen Hai was not a fool, he could still distinguish between himself and outsiders.