Chapter 1234: Trouble Before They Even Got Back!

That's how people are—once you offer an irresistible bait, many problems solve themselves.

Take Fan Baobao now, or Yu Feihong for that matter—it's the same. They have desires, so naturally they have to make choices.

Zhao Fusheng himself was no different.

He wanted to change his fate, to make life more comfortable for himself and those around him, so he had to keep moving forward.

Life is like sailing against the current; if you don't advance, you retreat.

Whether in business or officialdom, the principle is the same. Once you start, you can't stop, because the moment you do, those chasing you from behind and the enemies surrounding you will pounce and devour you without leaving a trace.

This isn't alarmist talk; it's the plain truth.

If you lack sufficient ability and strength but hold immense wealth in your hands, it's like a child holding a gold ingot—pure suicide.

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There are many shameless acts in this world. For example, if you touch a woman against her will, you're molesting her. Even if she's drunk and unconscious, you can't just grope her. Even if she comes up to you and invites you to her apartment, you have to be careful—if she later asks for money and you can't agree on a price, she can accuse you of rape, or, well, robbery.

So what's the ultimate level of picking up women?

It's when the woman comes to you willingly, never causes trouble afterward, and even feels grateful to you.

Sometimes, watching those so-called big shots in TV dramas and movies, Zhao Fusheng really worries about their IQ. They see a girl and shamelessly go to her apartment, lie on her bed, and even face resistance. Haha, it totally ruins their glorious image.

Is that how rich people play?

Ridiculous!

How do rich people play?

They invest—invest in the entertainment industry, invest in film companies. For instance, they openly recruit for the female lead of a film costing tens of millions.

Guess how many beautiful actresses would willingly come knocking?

And even if they're caught, they don't care. They can just slap the script on the table and say, 'We were up all night studying the script.'

Problem solved.

What dedicated actors, what serious producers.

Is that sort of thing in the entertainment circle called 'underhanded rules'? No, they're just striving to promote social civilization and harmonious development.

If you could find integrity in the entertainment industry, that would be total bullshit.

Everyone in the entertainment circle has a dark past.

Even Sister Feihong has had rumors with a famous host. As for that old Jiang guy, Zhao Fusheng couldn't be bothered to criticize him. Even Fan Baobao in her past life almost became the third party between Yuanquan and Xiayu—whether it was a lovers' quarrel or a publicity stunt, who knows.

But that said, in this circle, such things are too normal. Zhao Fusheng never bothered to comment. No one is perfect; as long as they have their principles, Zhao Fusheng can face them calmly.

People like Zhao Yanzi, who forget their roots, are truly unforgivable.

But actually, it's not that unforgivable—after all, she holds a Singapore passport, not a Chinese one.

Although Zhao Fusheng had also considered emigrating, he could never go that far. That's truly not seeing yourself as Chinese anymore; as long as she can make money, there's nothing she won't do.

And yet, a bunch of so-called fans still like her.

Zhao Fusheng could only sigh—brainlessness is truly incurable.

Time flew by. Zhao Fusheng felt he hadn't been home long, and suddenly it was almost March 1st.

“Sis, I don't want to go.”

Fan Beibei tugged at Fan Baobao's arm and muttered softly.

At that moment, Zhao Fusheng, Fan Baobao, and Fan Beibei were standing in the waiting room of Ninghai Railway Station.

Though they really didn't want to leave home, they had no choice. Both Zhao Fusheng and Fan Baobao had work to do; they couldn't stay home forever.

Even Fan Beibei's kindergarten was about to start.

“Beibei, be good. Mom will come see you when she has time,” Li Yuan gently comforted her younger daughter.

Even as she said this, there was reluctance in her eyes.

Having both her daughters leave her side was not a happy thing for a mother. Though she knew children grow up and need independence, Li Yuan still felt reluctant.

While the Li family mother and daughters were reluctant to part, Zhao Fusheng's family wasn't so dramatic. Though Zhao's mother was reluctant to see her son leave, she knew that children must eventually become independent. Besides, if a boy doesn't go out and explore, is he supposed to stay home and live off his parents?

As for Zhao's father, he couldn't wait for the brat to leave. During his time at home, Zhao Fusheng had been nitpicking every day—either criticizing his management style or his business plans. If not for the fact that his son had introduced him to Tan Kaixuan and Xue Yuanfang, Zhao's father would have taught him a lesson.

A father disciplining his son is only natural.

“Once you're in the capital, take good care of Baobao and Beibei,” Zhao's father said sternly to Zhao Fusheng. “You're a man. When things happen, you need to step up and not let the two girls suffer. Understand?”

Zhao Fusheng nodded. “Don't worry, I'm not a kid anymore.”

Zhao's mother glared at him. “And you—work is important, but health is more important. Money can't be earned all at once. Your father and I are in good health, and we don't lack money. In everything you do, put your health first, got it?”

Zhao Fusheng smiled slightly and nodded. “Don't worry. When you're free, keep an eye on Dad. Don't let him keep making those unreliable plans. Company development depends on the situation; his methods just don't apply.”

Zhao's father's initial touch of emotion vanished instantly at Zhao Fusheng's last few words. He glared at Zhao Fusheng and snorted, “Get lost now. Don't think just because you've made some money, you're something special. Without me, would you even exist?”

Well, Zhao Fusheng had nothing to say.

No help for it—the old man was right. He was the father; whatever he said was right.

“Alright, you. Why show off your authority to my son? As if you could have given birth to a son yourself,” Zhao's mother retorted without hesitation, standing firmly by her son. She held Zhao Fusheng's hand and said, “Listen to your mother: call me when you get to the capital. Get your work sorted out these few months, and don't delay your wedding with Baobao.”

Zhao Fusheng smiled bitterly and nodded. When the train arrival announcement finally came, he pulled the reluctant Fan sisters onto the train.

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At that time, the train from Ninghai to the capital was still a slow train. In the first couple of years, Zhao Fusheng, used to high-speed rail, found it hard to adjust to the green train's speed. But after a few years of practice, he had gotten used to it.

Because they were returning to the capital, Zhang Qian and Yang Panpan also boarded the train with them.

Also traveling with them were several dozen other Future Group employees—the veterans who had started the business with Zhao Fusheng and Zheng Yao, all from Ninghai.

Originally, they had planned to fly back to the capital, but when they heard that their boss Zhao Fusheng and his wife Fan Baobao were taking the train, they all canceled their plane tickets.

So a large group bought dozens of soft sleeper tickets, nearly booking the entire carriage.

“It's all your fault,” Fan Baobao said after stepping out and running into several middle-level managers who greeted her. Embarrassed, she came back and glared at Zhao Fusheng.

Zhao Fusheng was amusing Fan Beibei and looked up innocently. “What's it got to do with me?”

“It's your fault,” Fan Baobao said irritably. “Look at the door—they're all your company people.”

Zhao Fusheng chuckled. “You're the boss's wife. It's only natural they greet you, isn't it?”

Fan Baobao was speechless. She didn't think it was something to be proud of—a bunch of people waiting to greet her, claiming to be her fans even though they'd never seen her movies.

Just then, Zhao Fusheng's phone rang. Glancing at the caller ID, he frowned and pressed the answer button.

“Hello, this is Zhao Fusheng,” he said slowly.

“It's me.” On the other end came Ye Jing's voice, tired but urgent. “Chairman, there's something I need to report to you.”

“What's wrong?” Zhao Fusheng was a bit puzzled. Generally, Ye Jing wouldn't speak in such a tone unless it was something very important, and he even formally addressed him as Chairman. That meant something had definitely gone wrong at Future Films.

Thinking this, Zhao Fusheng asked again, “Is the company in trouble?”

He figured it was probably some trouble at the company; otherwise, Ye Jing wouldn't be like this.

“It's like this…” Ye Jing was about to speak when another train passed by Zhao Fusheng's side, and he couldn't hear what Ye Jing was saying at all.

After the train roared past, Zhao Fusheng said to Ye Jing, “The signal is bad here. Say it again—what happened?”

After a long moment, as Ye Jing narrated, Zhao Fusheng's face turned extremely grim. Even Fan Baobao, sitting across from him, could feel a chilling aura emanating from him.