Chapter Forty-Seven: Actually, I'm an Old Driver
Most of us, including the former Zhao Fusheng, actually wanted to live our lives into poems, sometimes simple and sometimes exquisite. Unexpectedly, the days passed into songs, sometimes unreliable, sometimes not in tune.
So once he has the opportunity to start over, Zhao Fusheng is eager to succeed and prove himself.
Because he knows very well that people always have to force themselves to grow, either to force themselves to be excellent, or to default to their own degeneration.
He has fallen before, so Zhao Fusheng is unwilling to repeat the mistakes of the past, he only hopes that he can be stronger.
Mencius said that if you don't succeed, you will become benevolent, the reason is very simple, because if you want to succeed, you will either turn into a dragon when you encounter a storm, or you will be unknown to everyone.
Of course, most careerists will ignore the latter, just as businessmen always habitually forget to steal too high profits and go to the gallows, what everyone remembers is only those who stand on a high place with a bird's-eye and a luxurious life like everyone shows the scene of the king of the king.
This is not surprising, because the human heart is so greedy.
Discontentment is the driving force for this society to keep moving forward.
Ignoring Mu Qingqing, who was about to go crazy with his feet stomping behind him, Zhao Fusheng walked towards the dormitory gracefully, although his words just now were very direct, they expounded a fact.
Mu Qingqing, I really don't have the qualifications to talk to myself.
Classmate friendship belongs to classmate friendship, business belongs to business, this point Zhao Fusheng is very clear, between him and Mu Qingqing, it has not reached the point where there is nothing to talk about.
"Come to the studio. ”
As soon as he walked downstairs, Zhao Fusheng's pager rang, looking at the content above, he shook his head helplessly, Zheng Yao, this woman is really too good at tossing.
But it's good to think about it, since the establishment of the studio, I have been there once, or when I sent Qin Wentao over, I haven't been there for a few days, it is estimated that Zheng Yao's advertisement should start filming immediately, after all, Fan Baobao has taken three days off.
In fact, Zhao Fusheng knew that it didn't take that long at all, that advertisement was very simple to shoot, just one scene, one day was enough.
Of course, he would definitely not say this to Fan Baobao, and if he said it, Miss Fan would easily burn with herself.
The location of the studio is near Zhao Fusheng's dormitory, and Zheng Yao specially rented a store room that is not big or small, in her words, at least there must be a storefront.
In this regard, Zhao Fusheng said that this is completely the fault of Mr. Zheng's self-esteem.
As soon as he entered the door, he was stunned, in the office, in addition to Zheng Yao and Qin Wentao, there was also a woman, in her early twenties, with white and tender skin, exuding a healthy luster. Pink peach cheeks, a pair of standard apricot eyes, there is a faint haze, as if bent a pool of autumn water. faint eyebrows, small red lips are always smiling. He is not very tall, but he does feel slender and beautiful.
She wore a short white gauze skirt and a red cotton T-shirt. Her slender and well-proportioned legs are not wearing stockings, and her white and tender thighs are bare. A pair of white moccasins, small and exquisite. A youthful breath permeates the whole body, and there is a temptation that makes people panic.
Frowning, Zhao Fusheng was really taken aback.
Who is such a beautiful woman?
"It's coming. Zheng Yao saw that it was Zhao Fusheng, so she said hello with a big grin, and pointed at the woman: "Bai Jie, my best friend, the finance of our studio." ”
As he spoke, he said to Bai Jie: "Zhao Fusheng, the only planner of our studio. ”
"Ah, hello, hello. The woman named Bai Jie hurriedly stood up and stretched out her hand to Zhao Fusheng, the plump firmness under the thin clothes trembling gently with her movements. A beautiful figure draws a graceful arc.
"Hello. Zhao Fusheng blinked, and also stretched out his hand, but instead of shaking hands with Bai Jie, he shook it virtually.
The so-called virtual grip means that the two people keep shaking hands, but Zhao Fusheng's hand did not touch Bai Jie's hand, which can be regarded as a way of politeness, after all, the two people are actually not so familiar.
"Okay, how about the personnel of the studio this time, it's neat. Zheng Yao clapped her hands and said excitedly.
Bang Bang Bang!
Zheng Wentao and Bai Jie applauded warmly, while Zhao Fusheng was still distracted.
"Hey, what do you want?" Zheng Yao glared at Zhao Fusheng and said.
Zhao Fusheng shook his head, "It's okay, something else, by the way, how are the preparations for the advertising shooting?"
As a veteran driver, although he was a little surprised by a certain name, he managed to control his emotions and expressions very well, well, it was just a coincidence.
"It's basically no problem, but don't you really go to the shooting site?" Zheng Yao said with a smile to Zhao Fusheng. She is looking forward to the meeting between Zhao Fusheng and that childhood sweetheart.
But it's a pity that Zhao Fusheng has already seen through her little bit of caution, which is nothing more than a woman's gossip psychology.
"No need, go back and talk to Mr. Liu, if the advertising effect is good, my plan will be charged. Zhao Fusheng said lightly.
I haven't talked about this issue before, because Zheng Yao signed a contract with Liu Shaomei in the name of the studio, that is, the studio is responsible for filming and producing this advertisement, and Runshengyuan Company pays the studio production fee.
But the problem is that this plan was planned by Zhao Fusheng, so this cost will have to be calculated separately.
Zheng Yao naturally understood this truth, and nodded: "Don't worry, I will be responsible for this matter." ”
She knows very well that if there is no Zhao Fusheng's plan, she will not be able to get the advertisement of Runshengyuan anyway, after all, even if the relationship between her parents and Liu Shaomei is irreversible, friendship is friendship, and business is business.
Zhao Fusheng nodded and glanced at Qin Wentao: "Class deputy, you are planning to work and study to the end." ”
Qin Wentao blinked, looking innocent: "Look at what you said, what kind of work-study, I told Teacher Zheng, it is to help, and by the way, increase your knowledge." ”
Zhao Fusheng didn't debunk this guy's thoughts, he just wanted to get closer to Zheng Yao, the counselor, after all, Zheng Yao is not only a counselor, her parents are well-known professors in the school, and her father is even the vice principal.
For Qin Wentao, who wants to go to graduate school, pleasing Zheng Yao is tantamount to pleasing her parents.
Everyone has the right to choose their own way of life, and Zhao Fusheng looks on coldly, but he will not interfere casually.
After all, blowing a pool of spring water, what's the matter?