Chapter 1111: The Will to Survive

There are few noble and principled people in the world; most people are merely mediocre.

Zhao Fusheng never intended to be that kind of person either. In this life, he only wanted to strive to be strong and clever.

So most of the time, when Zhao Fusheng considered problems, he was no different from others: he wanted to earn more money, keep his family healthy, and stay with the one he loved forever.

Well, okay, he really hadn't expected that Cao Jianguo wouldn't know Zhang Qian's identity.

Zhao Fusheng had thought that Director Cao had already investigated him.

As it turned out, that saying on Zhihu was quite reasonable.

You think the whole world has hurt you?

Don't be silly. The world never even noticed you. It's all just your own wishful thinking.

"Your driver has a story?" Cao Jianguo asked, glancing strangely at Zhang Qian after hearing Zhao Fusheng's question, then said to Zhao Fusheng, "Let me tell you, don't try any of that petitioning business with me. Our Narcotics Control Department doesn't accept appeals."

Zhao Fusheng burst out laughing. He really hadn't expected Director Cao to have such a sense of humor and speak so amusingly.

"Not exactly. He was a soldier, probably saw combat, but his unit designation is classified," Zhao Fusheng explained to Cao Jianguo. "I thought you'd already investigated the people around me."

Speechless, Cao Jianguo curled his lip. "Watch fewer Hong Kong movies and novels; they're all lies. How idle do you think we are to investigate your driver?"

With that, he said to Zhao Fusheng, "Since there are confidentiality rules, I won't ask. But remember, be very careful not to let Tong Zhenbang discover your identity. If anything goes wrong, your own safety comes first."

This was already the third time he had repeated this. Though it was a cliché, Zhao Fusheng still felt warm inside. He nodded. "I know, don't worry."

Cao Jianguo thought for a moment, took out a piece of paper, wrote a set of numbers on it with a pen, and handed it to Zhao Fusheng. "Memorize this number. If you ever run into danger, call it, and someone will help you."

"The Dragon Group?" Zhao Fusheng thought of the novels he had read in his past life and asked with a smile.

"What?"

Cao Jianguo looked completely bewildered, clearly not understanding Zhao Fusheng's reference. Zhao Fusheng then remembered that online novels were just getting started. Qidian Chinese Network, hailed as the largest and strongest site for Chinese online literature, had only been founded recently and had been acquired by Shengda Technology just about a year ago.

Only young people paid attention to these novels, and Cao Jianguo was clearly not in that age group.

So Zhao Fusheng gently shook his head and smiled. "Nothing, just a joke."

After seeing Cao Jianguo off, Zhao Fusheng didn't go upstairs immediately. The summer weather in the capital was nice. Sitting on a bench in the neighborhood, watching people pass by from time to time, his smile was quite serene.

"Honestly, sometimes I wonder if I'm crazy to dare do something so dangerous," Zhao Fusheng said with a smile to Zhang Qian, who had appeared behind him at some point.

Zhang Qian didn't say anything. In his view, Zhao Fusheng wasn't really asking him, so there was no need to answer.

It had to be admitted that, in a strict sense, Zhang Qian understood Zhao Fusheng quite well.

Sure enough, without waiting for Zhang Qian's reply, Zhao Fusheng smiled and said, "I can't let Baobao find out about this, or she'll nag me for ages."

Zhang Qian thought about Fan Baobao's temper and nodded in agreement.

When it came to understanding women, Zhang Qian had to admit that he and Zhao Fusheng were far apart.

"Alright, enough worrying. The bait has been cast; whether they take it is out of our hands." Zhao Fusheng stood up, stretched, and looked at Zhang Qian with a smile. "In the next few days, ask Dong Guoxiang if anyone has contacted him about Kaixin.com."

Zhang Qian nodded. "I understand."

Regardless, Zhao Fusheng still had his own career to attend to; he really couldn't afford to waste more time.

Even Cao Jianguo had to agree on this point, which was why he only invited Zhao Fusheng to assist the public security authorities in handling the case, rather than ordering him to work for him.

After all, although Zhao Fusheng wasn't a public figure now, he was at least a young entrepreneur.

A person's social status is often tied to their identity.

Especially after the reform and opening up, a person's social status is often linked to how much wealth they possess. Apart from those pillars of the nation who willingly dedicate themselves to the country and the people, most ordinary people in society measure success by how much money a person has.

Otherwise, why would a certain future richest man's son become the 'national husband' and be hailed as the disciplinary committee that dares to criticize the entire entertainment circle? Ultimately, it's because he has a rich father.

Before a vast empire of wealth, most media and ordinary people have to bow their heads.

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When Fan Baobao came home that evening, Zhao Fusheng and Zhang Qian acted as usual, showing no sign that they had met with several vicious criminals earlier that day.

"Have you been very free lately?"

Fan Baobao looked at Zhao Fusheng, who was sitting on the sofa watching TV after dinner, and asked in surprise.

Zhao Fusheng looked up and blinked. "What do you mean?"

"Literally."

Fan Baobao said irritably, "You've been so well-behaved lately, going to work on time, not going out at night to discuss business, and not wandering around. It's really strange."

Hearing her words, Zhao Fusheng couldn't help rolling his eyes. He didn't think she was complimenting him at all.

But he knew Fan Baobao was just curious.

"Actually, it's not that. I've been thinking about selling Kaixin.com and investing in the U.S. stock market," Zhao Fusheng said after a moment's thought. "What do you think? If, hypothetically, your phone could go online, browse the web, and listen to music, would you still use a computer?"

"Huh?"

Fan Baobao looked confused. She paused for about ten seconds before hesitantly saying, "Probably not. If a phone had those functions, what difference would it be from a computer?"

Zhao Fusheng nodded. "Exactly. If that were the case, the difference between a computer and a phone would be negligible."

"Oh, stop overthinking. It's impossible. Why worry about it?" Fan Baobao tapped his head when she saw he was a bit distracted.

Zhao Fusheng smiled and shook his head. "Not impossible, but very likely."

Fan Baobao frowned slightly. "You mean someone is already working on it?"

Clearly, Zhao Fusheng wouldn't say that unless he knew something.

Zhao Fusheng nodded. "They're developing this project in the U.S. Trust me, before long, if you go to an internet café, you'll only see people playing games, not people surfing the web."

Fan Baobao was stunned for a moment, then finally reacted. "Then internet cafés will lose their business?"

"Maybe," Zhao Fusheng smiled but didn't say more.

"By the way, are you still writing that script?" Fan Baobao asked, remembering something.

The script she referred to was one Zhao Fusheng had mentioned to Jiang Wen while filming "Soldier突击." Not only that, but Zhao Fusheng had also promised Fan Baobao a very important role.

For that, Fan Baobao had even been 'seduced' by him.

"Ahem..." Recalling that incident, Zhao Fusheng couldn't help coughing dryly.

"What, you're not going to write it?" Fan Baobao stared at him with wide eyes. Clearly, if Zhao Fusheng dared to say no, she would instantly turn into a female tyrannosaurus and show him why the flowers were so red.

"Not write... how could that be?" Zhao Fusheng was quick-witted; sensing the murderous intent, he swallowed the words that were on the tip of his tongue and looked at Fan Baobao with righteous indignation. "Don't worry, I'll write it as soon as I finish this busy period, okay?"

When it comes to the will to survive, who doesn't have a few tricks up their sleeve?