The perfect future of rebirth

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Leaving the studio of Future Advertising, Zhao Fusheng raised his head and looked at the plaque, showing a smile. According to Zheng Yao's plan, in another week to half a month, the company will be formally established. At that time, his own The career can be regarded as sailing.

As a sober entrepreneur, Zhao Fusheng knows that what he needs now is to accumulate original capital.

He is very clear that if a person is born without a superior environment than others, he can only catch up with several times of effort.Fortunately, the current self also has advantages that others cannot match, so Zhao Fusheng felt that he should cheer up and work harder.

"What's the matter, I can't let that woman look down upon me." Zhao Fusheng muttered to himself.

He didn't want to repeat the same mistakes. He was worse than Fan Baobao. Not only would he be despised, but he would even be laughed at by her. That was something Zhao Fusheng couldn't tolerate no matter what.People can walk slowly, but they have to walk slowly, because the road is never fixed, and it is called a road because people have walked by it.

At this moment, the pager on Zhao Fusheng's waist made a beeping sound. He lowered his head and looked at it. His brows were wrinkled and he sighed helplessly.

"Princess is sick, it's really sick." Muttering something in his mouth, Zhao Fusheng walked towards the direction of the fourth school district.

Chapter 1 First Love Is A Person's Chaos

The only person who can make Zhao Fusheng feel sick about the princess is undoubtedly Mu Qingqing.

For this girl, his thoughts are very complicated. The goddess he could only look up to now often appears in front of his eyes. Such changes sometimes make people feel very weird.

Sometimes, Zhao Fusheng would think of his college life. At that time, he was not as mature and sensible as he is now, and he didn't think about how to become strong. It seemed that most of the time was wasted.

During that time, there were good times and bad times, some were making trouble and some were laughing.

Zhao Fusheng, who left the studio, came to the girls' dormitory building in the fourth school district, and greeted the administrator aunt, and soon Mu Qingqing appeared in his sight.

"I always feel that you are avoiding me." Mu Qingqing looked at Zhao Fusheng, and the first sentence made him smile wryly.

"Is it that obvious?" Zhao Fusheng blinked and smiled innocently.

"It is clear."

Mu Qingqing nodded with a serious look on her face. Obviously, this was a big deal in her heart.After all, from childhood to adulthood, few people would despise themselves like Zhao Fusheng.

"Hahahaha, well, let's talk about the business." Zhao Fusheng quickly changed the subject, making a joke, he didn't want to be hated by a woman, especially a beautiful woman.

Creatures like beautiful women usually represent beauty and danger, there is no doubt about it.

"It's not easy, you still have this time." Mu Qingqing covered her mouth and laughed, it was the first time she saw Zhao Fusheng's posture, but she found it very interesting.

Zhao Fusheng was speechless, and simply ignored her.

Mu Qingqing joked a few words, seeing that Zhao Fusheng was not up to the trick, naturally lost interest.

"What's the matter with me?"

After chatting for a few words, Zhao Fusheng asked Mu Qingqing.

Before Tan Kaixuan told himself that Mu Qingqing would see him no matter what, and even asked Hu Xia to say hello, he was really a little puzzled, when did Mu Qingqing become so interested in him.

In Zhao Fusheng's view, since the song has been sold to Mu Qingwan, it has nothing to do with him, and there is no need to contact Mu Qingqing again.

He doesn't like trouble, business is business, and friends are friends.

What's more, to Zhao Fusheng, Mu Qingqing can only be said to be a classmate with a good relationship. The word "friend" is not so easy to say.

"It's like this. My aunt has already recorded that song, but I always feel that there is something wrong with it." Mu Qingqing said to Zhao Fusheng.

"Something's wrong?" Zhao Fusheng looked confused, completely unable to get Mu Qingqing's meaning: "What's wrong?"

"It just doesn't sound like what you sang that day." Seeing this, Mu Qingqing said helplessly.

Zhao Fusheng was startled, he seemed to understand what Mu Qingqing meant, it seemed that it was the composer Mu Qingwan found and recomposed the music.

Thinking of this, he shrugged his shoulders and laughed: "I guess you got preconceived after hearing me sing. After all, your aunt is professional, and the person she is looking for must be more professional."

In his opinion, the song has already been sold to Mu Qingwan, and it is her freedom to compose the song. As for whether the song will become popular, what does it matter to him?

This kind of thinking may be a little irresponsible, but in Zhao Fusheng's view, it is indeed the case. After Mu Qingwan paid the money, the song belongs to others. How to compose it is Mu Qingwan's business, and has nothing to do with him.

Of course, if Mu Qingwan is willing to give money, Zhao Fusheng doesn't mind helping her.

In the real society, the reality of people's life is not wrong at all.

"I don't know anything about the profession, but I can be sure that that song must not be sung like that." Mu Qingqing shook her head stubbornly, with a serious face, as if she did not accept Zhao Fusheng's statement.

Zhao Fusheng sighed: "Then what do you mean?"

For people like Mu Qingqing, she really has no choice. This girl is not a bad person, but her thoughts are always too naive. In Zhao Fusheng's words, she is purely because she is so well protected that she lives in a fairy tale .

"I want to invite you to bj." Mu Qingqing looked at Zhao Fusheng and said word by word.

"puff!"

Zhao Fusheng looked at Mu Qingqing in shock: "Aren't you joking?"

"Do I look like someone joking?" Mu Qingqing replied.

"Miss, I'm a layman. Your aunt just bought the songs I was thinking about. Now you don't like other people's compositions. You want me to go to BJ to guide those professional composers and singers. Are you going to watch me be beaten?" Are people out of the capital?" Zhao Fusheng's face was full of absurdity, and he complained to Mu Qingqing speechlessly: "There is a priority in learning, and there are specialties in art, some people are suitable for certain things, we are not professional, so don't get involved .”

What he said was from the bottom of his heart. When he first started working, he quarreled with the advertiser because of an advertisement design problem. Zhao Fu angrily asked the supervisor to comment.The veteran who has been in the industry for many years gave him two suggestions: first, apologize to the advertiser, because the advertiser is the God who spends money, and respect customers.Second, self-examination is necessary. As a professional, it seems amateurish to quarrel with laymen because of their own professional issues.

He still remembers the joke that the senior said to comfort himself: "Don't believe me, if I tell an expert on spaceships that rocket launches need to use matches to light newspapers, then put firewood and briquettes, at this time he even Just look at me, and he's lost."

Since then, Zhao Fusheng has known that no matter how capable he is, he must maintain enough respect for those who are not professional.

It's not just about respecting others, it's also about respecting knowledge.

Therefore, even though he knew that the composer Mu Qingwan found might not have written the song "Prose Poems Written by Father" very well, but in Zhao Fusheng's view, there are a thousand pieces of "Prose Poems Written by Father" in the eyes of a thousand people. "Hamlet", what even Shakespeare couldn't do, why should I force it.

But unfortunately, he thought so, but Mu Qingqing didn't think so.

"No matter what, I don't think this song should be like it is now." Mu Qingqing looked at Zhao Fusheng and said seriously: "I have never met your parents, so I don't know how you feel about your father, but I believe that if you can sing this song, you must have your own understanding of the word father in your heart, do you just want this song to be buried for such a reason?"

Zhao Fusheng's eyes were complicated, and he sighed softly, as if he saw a stubborn child.

Experiencing this kind of thing tends to change people's character as people grow older. Many times people are always reluctant to admit it, but the fact is that the younger we are, the more innocent and pure we tend to be.

What the years have washed away is not only our frizzy temper, but also our fearless pursuit and serious heart.

"Although I don't want to admit it, you convinced me." Nodding helplessly, Zhao Fusheng smiled wryly.

In fact, Zhao Fusheng didn't listen to all Mu Qingqing's words, but she said something that touched Zhao Fusheng's heart. Zhao Fusheng felt guilty about his father.

If he didn't have this kind of mood, he wouldn't be working so hard now.