Chapter 1151: A Kindred Spirit Hard to Find

For Mark Zuckerberg, Zhao Fusheng was undoubtedly a very good investor.

An investor who doesn't hesitate to invest, doesn't interfere in the company's operations, and even supports his decisions one hundred percent—such an investor is something any entrepreneur would be happy to have.

Therefore, Zuckerberg took Zhao Fusheng's opinions very seriously.

That's why he proactively sought Zhao Fusheng's views on using advertising to generate revenue.

Clearly, Zhao Fusheng did not disappoint him.

"Zhao, what was it you wanted to discuss with me earlier?" Zuckerberg asked Zhao Fusheng. "Is it about financing?"

He was an extremely intelligent person; otherwise, he wouldn't have achieved what he did later.

Zhao Fusheng nodded. "Yes, my good friend Tan, the founder of Brother Investment, is very interested in Facebook. He asked me to find out if Facebook has any financing plans recently."

When communicating with someone as smart and sensitive as Zuckerberg, it's best to put things on the table. If you play mind games and get caught, the hard-earned trust will dissipate.

So Zhao Fusheng straightforwardly laid out his intentions.

Sure enough, upon hearing Zhao Fusheng's words, Zuckerberg showed no displeasure. He smiled and nodded. "I do have that idea. If your friend wants to join, I welcome it."

People's thoughts differ at different times. A few months ago, Zuckerberg might not have had such an intuitive understanding, but with Facebook's rapid growth, he gradually realized that he was now like a child holding a diamond, with countless capitalists waving money, hoping to cooperate with him.

In that case, he might as well do Zhao Fusheng a favor; after all, Facebook would need to find partners anyway.

Zhao Fusheng knew this too, so he spoke frankly to Zuckerberg about his intentions.

As it turned out, both were satisfied with this way of communicating.

Zuckerberg got the funds he needed, and Zhao Fusheng had something to report to Tan Kaixuan.

Mutual benefit.

"By the way, Zhao, what do you think Facebook's development direction should be?" Zuckerberg suddenly asked Zhao Fusheng.

Zhao Fusheng was taken aback, then laughed. "Mark, I think you shouldn't ask me that question; you should ask yourself."

Though he didn't know why the future super-rich Mr. Zuckerberg was feeling a bit lost about the future, for Zhao Fusheng, having the chance to enlighten a super-rich man was definitely a pleasant thing.

After all, ten years later, Zuckerberg would probably never ask such a foolish question.

People's thoughts change as their status changes. In Zhao Fusheng's view, Zuckerberg was currently in the transition from an ordinary college student to a super-rich person.

Simply put, it was a now-or-never opportunity.

"Myself?" Zuckerberg seemed puzzled by Zhao Fusheng's words, looking at him with confusion.

Zhao Fusheng shrugged. "We have a saying in the East: 'The bigger the heart, the bigger the stage.' A person's future depends on how much they desire success. For example, take you and Facebook. What kind of life do you want for yourself? What do you want Facebook to become in the future? That is Facebook's development direction. To be honest, I've never had a clear vision for Facebook's development, but I believe, Mark, you will not disappoint me!"

Seeing Zuckerberg's eyes light up, inspired by this Eastern motivational鸡汤, Zhao Fusheng even wondered if he had gone too far.

"Zhao, I knew you were the one who understands me best," Zuckerberg said firmly after a long pause.

Zhao Fusheng laughed heartily, feeling secretly pleased. Opportunities like this were rare, and even with his two lifetimes of experience, it still felt good.

They chatted for a while longer, and Zuckerberg invited Zhao Fusheng to dinner, which Zhao gladly accepted.

After dinner, Zhao Fusheng stayed in Silicon Valley for another day, touring the legendary town with Zuckerberg as his guide, before leaving.

"You really value this person," Zhang Qian, who had been with Zhao Fusheng these past few days, finally voiced his confusion.

He had seen firsthand how differently Zhao Fusheng treated Zuckerberg compared to Chen Tianqiao. Although Zhang Qian wasn't present in the early stages of Zhao's dealings with Chen, he knew everything that happened after Shengda Technology launched 'The Legend.' Even now that Shengda Technology was listed, Zhao still seemed to dislike Chen. But with Zuckerberg, Zhao truly valued him.

"It's not just him I value," Zhao Fusheng said with a slight smile. "What I value is Facebook."

Zhang Qian didn't know what Facebook meant, but he understood it was a goose that laid golden eggs. Zhao Fusheng was confident that through Facebook, he could gain much more.

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By the time Zhao Fusheng returned to New York, Evan Williams had already signed the contract with the Future Investment Fund's U.S. branch, and their new company was officially established.

Zhao Fusheng did not attend the signing ceremony but instead boarded a flight back to China.

As for Tan Kaixuan's invitation to the Beverly Hills party, Zhao Fusheng completely ignored him.

Zhou Yun was about to give birth, and Old Jiang had called several times urging Zhao to return. With no choice, Zhao Fusheng had to go back to China.

"You're finally back," Jiang Wen said anxiously as soon as he saw Zhao Fusheng.

Zhao Fusheng twitched his mouth. "If I remember correctly, there's still a month until the due date, right?"

Jiang Wen smiled bitterly. "The doctor said she had some signs of premature labor..."

Zhao Fusheng was startled and looked at Jiang Wen in surprise. "You didn't..."

Jiang Wen shot him a glare and shook his head. "Don't overthink it; it's not what you imagine."

Zhao Fusheng laughed awkwardly and said nothing more.

He knew his guess was a bit off; Jiang Wen wasn't that kind of person. But the early due date still caught Zhao Fusheng off guard.

"Don't worry, heaven helps the good. Zhou Yun will be fine," Zhao Fusheng patted Jiang Wen on the shoulder, comforting him.

At this moment, what Jiang Wen needed most was someone to comfort him. Though such comfort was practically useless, it was better than nothing.

"I want a cigarette!"

Jiang Wen looked up at Zhao Fusheng, his face tense with worry.

"Oh, okay, wait a moment." Zhao Fusheng was taken aback, then turned around. "Anyone have a cigarette?"

"I do." Jiang Wen's younger brother, Jiang Wu, quickly handed over a pack of cigarettes and a lighter.

Zhao Fusheng handed them to Jiang Wen. Just as he lit one and before he could take a puff, a nurse walked out, frowning. "No smoking here. Go outside!"

Huh?

Zhang Qian frowned, about to speak, but Zhao Fusheng waved his hand and apologized repeatedly. "Sorry, sorry."

The nurse was right; Jiang Wen was in the wrong. Apologizing was only proper—Zhao Fusheng never argued when he was at fault.

Scolded by the nurse, Jiang Wen dared not smoke anymore. He obediently tucked the cigarette behind his ear, his eyes anxiously fixed on the delivery room.

Originally, he had hoped Zhou Yun would opt for a cesarean section, but she insisted on a natural birth, saying it was better for the baby.

In Fan Baobao's words, the girl had gone crazy, not caring about her own body.

Zhao Fusheng could understand that. As the saying goes, 'Though women are weak, mothers are strong.' That saying really holds true. Many girls seem fragile, but after becoming mothers, they become incredibly strong.

Sometimes, circumstances change people, but most of the time, people actively change themselves to adapt to their circumstances. That's only human nature; we just tend to overlook our own abilities.