Chapter 1189: Liu·Face Blind·Dong?

In a sense, Zhao Fusheng didn't really care about today's selection.

He wasn't the kind of person who cared about such things. In his view, this kind of empty fame was truly meaningless—at least, before he had truly achieved success and recognition.

Having seen what he most wanted to see, Zhao Fusheng stood up and prepared to leave.

"Where are you going? Aren't you staying for the reception later?" Han Bin grabbed Zhao Fusheng and put an arm around his shoulder.

Zhao Fusheng looked at him helplessly and said, "Since when did our relationship become close enough for arm-in-arm camaraderie?"

He and Han Bin were more like collaborators than friends.

There was no helping it; both of them knew the other was ambitious. For two such people to become friends was far too difficult.

"Collaborators, collaborators, is that okay?" Han Bin didn't seem upset by Zhao Fusheng's deliberate distance; he spoke with a smile.

Frowning slightly, Zhao Fusheng knew this guy must have something to discuss with him.

After all, his seat wasn't anywhere near the front. If not deliberately sought out, he wouldn't be easily spotted. Yet Han Bin had come looking for him—if he said it wasn't intentional, Zhao Fusheng wouldn't believe it even if he were beaten to death.

Ten to one, he must have been in contact with Zheng Yao; otherwise, there was no way he'd know Zhao Fusheng's seat.

"You're attending the reception?" Zhao Fusheng glanced at Han Bin and asked.

Han Bin smiled and nodded: "Not only am I attending, but I also want you to introduce me to someone."

"Who?"

Zhao Fusheng was a bit puzzled.

What was Han Bin really up to?

"Zhu Yushi." Han Bin smiled and said, "I heard he's developing a game recently, and I'm very interested."

"Huh?" Zhao Fusheng was taken aback, then looked Han Bin up and down and blurted out, "You're planning to invest?"

Obviously, since Han Bin wanted to meet Zhu Yushi through him, he clearly intended to invest in Boss Zhu's venture.

But he was puzzled: given that iPhones were selling well, why would Han Bin want to venture into the investment world? He had already invested in Xiaonei Network with him before, and now he wanted to invest in Zhu Yushi's company. What was this guy trying to do?

Hearing Zhao Fusheng's question, Han Bin was quite straightforward and nodded: "My family's old man is considering a transformation. He says we can't keep relying on phone distribution forever; counting on others to provide us with income is ultimately not a solution. Right now, our company is gradually starting to make investments."

Zhao Fusheng looked thoughtful but had to admit that the Han family's consideration was indeed correct.

Although the current domestic economic situation seemed decent, in reality, the winter of manufacturing had never passed. Even a dozen years later, domestic manufacturing was still sluggish.

Not to mention the southern region, heavy industrial enterprises across the entire northern region faced one problem or another. This was especially true for the old industrial base in the Northeast. Due to various reasons, the economic development of the three northeastern provinces lagged behind, and there was even a saying that investment should not go beyond Shanhaiguan.

Of course, this had something to do with certain erroneous decisions by local governments, but when the overall environment was unfavorable, sometimes even if the government wanted to take action, there was nothing they could do.

Zhao Fusheng knew this full well, but he had no good solution either—it was just the way things were in the country. Not even a reborn man like him could do anything about it, let alone the big shots at the national level.

"What, you think this direction is wrong?" Han Bin asked, a bit puzzled, seeing that Zhao Fusheng had been silent for a long time.

Zhao Fusheng was taken aback, then shook his head: "No, no, it's fine."

It wasn't his business anyway, so he couldn't be bothered to care about how others fared. Besides, Han Bin was actually quite impressive. As for Zhu Yushi's project, Zhao Fusheng didn't need to guess what it was—it was almost certainly the legendary "Zheng Tu."

In Zhao Fusheng's memory, during the heyday of online gaming, "Legend" and "Zheng Tu" were both blockbuster hits, and the companies behind them naturally raked in mountains of cash.

Of course, when it came to making money from games, no one could beat Boss Ma Huateng. Tencent's gaming business was practically a legend.

"I always feel like you're thinking about something weird," Han Bin said to Zhao Fusheng in a low voice.

Zhao Fusheng shot him a dirty look and said irritably, "You'd better shut up."

Now that he understood what Han Bin wanted to do, Zhao Fusheng naturally felt more confident. The feeling of needing someone's help was different from someone needing yours.

The awards ceremony continued and soon drew to a close. Since Zhao Fusheng couldn't leave, he simply sat there chatting idly with Han Bin.

They were young, and their seats were in a relatively remote spot, rarely visited by cameras, so the two of them had plenty of freedom.

"Do you think the domestic e-commerce industry has a future?" Han Bin asked Zhao Fusheng casually.

E-commerce industry?

Zhao Fusheng was startled and asked curiously, "What, did your family invest in it?"

"Not invested, but someone wants me to invest in him. To be honest, I'm a bit hesitant right now," Han Bin said, not hiding anything from Zhao Fusheng. "Have you heard of a company called Jingdong?"

Jingdong?

Zhao Fusheng was taken aback, then his expression turned strange.

If he remembered correctly, this was the company founded by Liu Qiangdong, the guy who married the 'milk tea sister'—assuming there was no name conflict.

"What, did that guy Liu Qiangdong come to your company seeking investment too?" Han Bin asked, surprised by Zhao Fusheng's odd expression.

Zhao Fusheng gave an awkward smile: "I just have some impression of it."

He hadn't heard Dong Chenxi mention this, but he was still a bit surprised. It was already 2004, and Brother Dong, the face-blind socialite, was still out there hustling for investment—quite a tough road.

"The plan this guy laid out is really crazy. I always feel it's not reliable. How about this: we jointly invest in his company, what do you think?" Han Bin said, a flash of inspiration striking him.

Clearly, he was interested in Liu Qiangdong's company, but worried it might not be solid. After all, e-commerce was just emerging, but the competition in this industry was fierce—it was all about burning cash. Han Bin wanted to invest but was really unsure, so he planned to drag Zhao Fusheng in with him.

Zhao Fusheng was stunned by Han Bin's words, then looked at him: "Are you kidding?"

Han Bin shook his head, looking serious: "I'm not kidding. So, are you willing to invest in Jingdong Mall with me or not?"

Zhao Fusheng chuckled softly. The answer was already obvious.