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"Know me?" Monk Fan Baobao Zhang Er was puzzled and didn't understand Zhao Fusheng's meaning at all.

Zhao Fusheng smiled and blinked. "Her name is Zheng Yao."

"Ah, Mr. Zheng?" Fan Baobao was taken aback immediately, the impression Zheng Yao left on her was really too deep.What's more, if Zheng Yaohui didn't know people with her eyes and chose her as the heroine of the commercial for clear mouth lozenges, she would not have been able to get the opportunity to study in Chinese opera.

Therefore, to a large extent, Fan Baobao regarded Zheng Yao as a benefactor.

"Well, she is my counselor. The future advertising is developing very well. Mr. Zheng has recruited a group of students among us, and I am one of them." Zhao Fusheng said half-truthfully.

Fan Baobao also has classmates at Ninghai Normal University, even if she asks, the answers she gets are similar to what she said.

"So powerful?" Zhou Yun was shocked. If I remember correctly, Zhao Fusheng said just now that he was in the same junior year as himself.But he has already found a job, which is really unusual.

"It's nothing, but Mr. Zheng thinks my ability is not bad, so let me go to the company to help first." Zhao Fusheng said with a modest smile.

Naturally, Fan Baobao was also very happy. She didn't think too much, thinking that Zhao Fusheng was an assistant or something. After all, advertising designers were big figures who had been in the industry for a long time.

"Then what are you doing in the capital?" Fan Baobao asked Zhao Fusheng seriously.

Zhao Fusheng smiled: "The company took over the advertising design of Brain Gold. I came here to confirm some things. I will come to you when I am done with work."

That's all he could say, if he agreed to help Mu Qingqing change the song, Miss Fan would probably tear down the hotel, and she would also tear down herself by the way.

Fan Baobao didn't doubt that he was there, and after instructing Zhao Fusheng, he left.

In fact, Zhao Fusheng also knew that she must have other questions in her heart, but since Zhou Yun was here, it was difficult to say anything.

From childhood to adulthood, we have known each other for so many years, and the understanding between each other lies in the other person. Fan Baobao always felt a little strange that Zhao Fusheng was able to get Zheng Yao's favor to enter the future advertisement.

Zhao Fusheng also knew, but what he just said was half-truth and half-false, not to mention Fan Baobao, even his parents were fooled in this way.

After all, apart from his status in future commercials, everything else is basically true.

Lying quietly on the bed, Zhao Fusheng tried his best to recall the memories of the Chinese opera in his memory for the past few years, but he found helplessly that, apart from vaguely remembering some people's names, what he could remember was really not much.

There are so many unspeakable things in the world, but take the truth from your heart.

Zhao Fusheng is very clear about what he needs and what he owns. This time he came to bj, not so much to do Mu Qingqing a favor and visit Fan Baobao, but rather because he wanted to see him. Sijiucheng at this time, What does it look like.

The golden scale is not a thing in the pool, it will turn into a dragon when it meets the wind and cloud.

For Zhao Fusheng, what he lacks now is just an opportunity.

Chapter 125 The Uninvited Guest

At seven o'clock, the morning light is faint.

Zhao Fusheng might be a bit ignorant of the bed and woke up early. Of course, he can continue to sleep on the bed for a while, but it is a pity that Fan Baobao came to the hotel early and knocked on his door.

"Why?" Zhao Fusheng looked at Fan Baobao standing at the door blankly, not knowing what she was going to do.

Fan Baobao glared at him angrily: "Clean up and have breakfast."

"Ah?" Zhao Fusheng was taken aback.

Immediately, Fan Baobao walked into the room without saying a word, looked left and right, and then laughed: "It's pretty cute to be alone."

Zhao Fusheng was puzzled, and immediately realized what she meant, shook his head helplessly, and didn't bother to argue with her.

"You sit down first, I'll go wash up." Zhao Fusheng didn't show politeness to Fan Baobao, and went to the bathroom to wash up. When he finished washing up, he found that Fan Baobao had already picked up a book from the hotel and read it. stand up.

"It's over?"

Looking up, seeing Zhao Fusheng, Fan Baobao asked.

Zhao Fusheng nodded, and the two left the room together.

"You don't have to pay the room fee for me." Zhao Fusheng said to Fan Baobao as he walked, "I'm on business, and the company will reimburse me."

"Understood, who told you not to tell me earlier." Fan Baobao glared at Zhao Fusheng, obviously very dissatisfied with the fact that he made himself spend a day's room fee yesterday.

Zhao Fusheng's face was full of grievances, yesterday he obviously stopped her, but she insisted on paying for it herself, and now she still blames herself, women really are unreasonable creatures.

"Okay, okay, my lord doesn't remember villains, and I don't have the same knowledge as you." Fan Baobao quickly changed the topic by himself, and began to introduce the campus of Chinese opera to Zhao Fusheng.

Zhao Fusheng smiled, didn't talk nonsense, and walked behind Fan Baobao for a while, and had breakfast in the canteen of Zhongxi Opera.

"I still have class, don't you have something to do?" Fan Baobao said to Zhao Fusheng after dinner.

Zhao Fusheng nodded: "Well, if I finish my work at night, I will come to you."

Fan Baobao didn't say much, her character was just like this, she was very quick-tempered, and she was very straightforward. After thinking for a while, she said, "That manager, when should I contact her?"

Zhao Fusheng thought for a while, calculated what he had to do, and finally said: "Well, number three, let's meet him then."

"Okay, I'll listen to you." Fan Baobao nodded. On this point, she was more convinced by Zhao Fusheng. After all, this guy was still her fiancé in name. Baby knows very well that Zhao Fusheng is just giving way to himself.

Leaving the campus of Zhongxi Opera, Zhao Fusheng came to the bus stop in front of the school alone, did not call a taxi, but looked at the stop sign for a while, and got on a bus.

The bj in the morning light has a different kind of quiet taste. At this time, the bj does not have the so-called limited number of travel and so many cars. Most people go to work by bicycle, especially now it is the time to go to work in the morning. , the bustling crowd, shoulder to shoulder, in an endless stream.

Sitting in the bus, Zhao Fusheng glanced at courtyards from time to time, green bricks and green tiles, half-corner doors, and the old BJ's style.

And ten years later, all of these have disappeared among many steel monsters made of reinforced concrete.

There were a lot of people on the bus, most of them were elderly people who got up for an early walk, and they spoke a Beijing accent, which was quite special.

Taking a deep breath, Zhao Fusheng showed a smile. Maybe this is the last quiet moment of the ancient city of BJ. After a few years, people gradually get used to the fast-paced life and the rising of skyscrapers , I am used to the roar of the subway, and I am also used to it. The world has become different from our perception.

Of course, Zhao Fusheng himself is also different from before.

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The location of Mu Qingwan's company is not bad. After all, a music company that can own an independent office building in the second ring road these days can be regarded as a relatively confident company in the industry.

Naihe Company's current singers are not strong enough. In Mu Qingqing's words, the music industry is too hot now. Singers with a little bit of strength will be signed by those major record companies. Companies like Mu Qingwan are more than enough than the bottom. On the contrary, it is in an awkward position.

"Did you live in Zhongxi yesterday?" Mu Qingqing was already waiting for Zhao Fusheng at the door, and she gave Zhao Fusheng the address before.Otherwise, Zhao Fusheng would not be able to find this place at all.

BJ City is too big, even if Zhao Fusheng lived here for ten years, he would still get lost.

"En." Zhao Fusheng nodded, he didn't say too much to Mu Qingqing, but looked at her and said, "Your aunt agrees?"

He didn't think that with Mu Qingwan's character of a woman, she would easily agree to Mu Qingqing's suggestion to let him revise the arrangement of the song "Prose Poems Written by Father".

"Probably." Mu Qingqing hesitated for a moment, and said to Zhao Fusheng.