Chapter 1177: Raising?

Habit is a terrifying thing, because with habit, one takes things for granted; because of habit, no one thinks about what it would be like to lose it.

Fan Baobao was not quite like that; after all, her relationship with Zhao Fusheng was solid, so despite Yu Feihong saying nothing, she didn't take it to heart.

When they wrapped up for the evening and after dinner, Yu Feihong specifically came to Fan Baobao's room.

"Sister Feihong, why are you here?"

Fan Baobao was a bit puzzled, wondering why Yu Feihong had suddenly come to see her.

"Nothing, just came to see you." Smiling, Yu Feihong looked around to make sure no one else was in the room, then said to Fan Baobao, "So, studying the script?"

Fan Baobao found it strange. Logically, although Yu Feihong had a good relationship with her, her personality wasn't the type to visit someone late at night without sleeping.

But since Yu Feihong didn't bring it up herself, she didn't feel comfortable asking, so she just chatted with her idly.

After chatting for a while, Yu Feihong brought up the question Fan Baobao had asked during the day.

"Sister, was it because there were people around that you couldn't say it?"

Fan Baobao had come to her senses by then and had figured out something, so she said to Yu Feihong.

Yu Feihong smiled and nodded: "Yes, there are too many eyes and ears. Not to mention anything else, this film is a joint investment by three companies. Although our company is leading now, don't forget that Huayi and Xinbaoyuan also put in money."

Fan Baobao nodded, half understanding.

She wasn't the type to be good at analyzing such things. Yu Feihong's words made her realize that this film wasn't as simple as it seemed.

Yu Feihong crossed her legs, not in a joking mood. She had come today precisely to give Fan Baobao a heads-up.

"Fusheng wrote this script and invested in this film with a very simple goal: to break the ice and show the outside world that we have reconciled with the Beijing circle." Yu Feihong said slowly...

Some things, once spoken, are actually nothing at all.

Take this 'A World Without Thieves' for example. To outsiders, it seems inexplicable—why use such a massive cast to produce a film?

But in fact, those with keen eyes could see that Zhao Fusheng and the Beijing circle were sending a signal.

That is, the Beijing circle had accepted Future Film as one of their own, and from now on, they would make money together.

Of course, this was a deeper layer that couldn't be discussed openly. They couldn't all admit that Zhao Fusheng was too rich and they couldn't do anything about him.

If such words were to leak out, then the business would be impossible to conduct.

Chinese people value harmony and prosperity; in other words, they want to make money while maintaining face. This is a situation where both face and substance matter.

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Zhao Fusheng had no idea about Fan Baobao and Yu Feihong's long night talk; at that moment, he was frantically busy with Fan Beibei.

Although they hadn't played together for a few years, luckily, the little girl was still very close to Zhao Fusheng. Perhaps to her, Zhao Fusheng was like a big tree she could lean on to rest whenever she was tired.

Of course, Zhao Fusheng doted on Fan Beibei, but it wasn't the kind of unreasonable indulgence.

Spoiling a child is like killing them—Zhao Fusheng knew very well what that meant. Although Fan Beibei wasn't his daughter, given his mental age and the huge gap between them, in Zhao Fusheng's eyes, the little girl was no different from his own child.

So most of the time, Zhao Fusheng disciplined Fan Beibei with that mindset.

As for other matters, sorry, but recently Zhao Fusheng felt he had been working too hard and planned to give himself a good break.

As for Tong Zhenbang's matter, Zhao Fusheng directly instructed Dong Chenxi to handle it on her own; no matter how Tong Zhenbang urged, just ignore him.

To be honest, deep down, Zhao Fusheng didn't take Tong Zhenbang's talk about Mr. Li to heart at all. On one hand, there was no direct conflict of interest. On the other hand, human psychology is interesting. For example, some children cry and like to be comforted; the more you comfort them, the harder they cry. If you don't comfort them, they'll cry for a while, find it boring, and get up.

Of course, there are also some children who cry their hearts out, refusing to stop until they get what they want. Such kids can only be said to be spoiled by their parents. To be honest, their future path is destined to be full of bumps.

Adults are the same. The more you comfort them, the more they like to put themselves in a position that needs comforting. If no one takes them seriously, they will gradually let go and seek a way out.

Zhao Fusheng planned to deal with Tong Zhenbang in this way.

Leave him hanging.

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Fan Beibei had never traveled far before. In fact, she was a bit scared inside.

If it weren't for the fact that the person sending her was a familiar elder from home, Fan Beibei might not have dared to take the plane.

But the moment she saw Zhao Fusheng, the little girl felt relieved.

"Brother, what are we doing tomorrow?"

In the evening, Fan Beibei lay in Zhao Fusheng's arms and asked happily.

"What does Beibei want to do?" Zhao Fusheng smiled and asked Fan Beibei.

He had already called Zheng Yao, Dong Chenxi, and the others, telling them not to disturb him recently unless something major came up. He planned to have a good time with Fan Beibei.

"I want to eat delicious food and go to the amusement park." Fan Beibei tilted her head, thought for a moment, and said to Zhao Fusheng.

For a six-year-old, even if she had dreams, they were basically inseparable from eating or playing.

Zhao Fusheng chuckled and then nodded: "Alright, let's go eat, drink, and have fun. I'll take you around the capital."

The little girl was a bit tired, and with Zhao Fusheng's promise, she soon fell asleep.

Gently placing her on the bed, Zhao Fusheng stood up alone and walked to the window to close it.

It was raining outside. Zhao Fusheng stood by the windowsill, watching the neon lights flicker. In this bustling city, some were laughing, some were crying. People just off the night shift hurried home. A heartbroken girl hid under the covers, quietly sobbing. A taxi driver drove around the streets aimlessly, lap after lap. A boy held an umbrella, waiting downstairs at the house of the girl he secretly loved. Newlyweds were celebrating, someone was drowning their sorrows at the bar, and others had already entered their dreams.

And he had just promised a six-year-old girl to take her around the entire city.

Perhaps this is life.

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A real man keeps his word; since he promised to take the little girl shopping, Zhao Fusheng naturally wouldn't break his promise.

They took Fan Beibei around Wangfujing for a long time, even having lunch at the snack street.

"Brother, it's so nice." Fan Beibei said happily to Zhao Fusheng as they walked.

Although Ninghai was her home, it was too small compared to the capital. Li Yuan and Zhao's mother were busy with their own things and had no time to take her out.

Now, with Zhao Fusheng taking her around, not only sightseeing but also eating and drinking, Fan Beibei felt almost too happy to think of home.

Zhao Fusheng chuckled and patted Fan Beibei's head: "Then when Beibei grows up, how about coming here to study?"

"Yes, yes!" Fan Beibei said with a joyful face.

For her age, being able to study in a place with good food and fun, and being by her brother and sister's side, was undoubtedly a very happy thing.

As for whether it was too far from her mother Li Yuan, well, the little girl hadn't thought of that yet.

As for Zhao Fusheng, he liked this idea. On one hand, it was good for Fan Beibei's growth, since the educational environment in the capital was relatively better. On the other hand, he enjoyed having Fan Beibei by his side.

Of course, Zhao Fusheng wouldn't admit that he actually enjoyed this feeling of raising her.