Chapter 1269: Daily Life

Regarding the marriage of Zhao Fusheng and Fan Baobao, everyone around them felt it was only natural—a perfect match of talent and beauty, childhood sweethearts. All the beautiful words used to describe love could be placed upon them, so naturally no one found anything unsuitable.

As material life grows increasingly affluent, relationships in society today are actually like a song goes: 'Anyway, love nowadays is all ambiguous.'

Saying 'like' after knowing each other for three days, saying 'love' after having a meal and watching a movie together. Even ordinary opposite-sex friends are mostly in a state of 'more than friends, less than lovers.' This is a common phenomenon in the present and future society. If you don't give your true heart, there's no loss; but once you do, you often end up bruised and battered, covered in wounds.

So when it comes to relationships, Zhao Fusheng's principle has always been to be faithful from start to finish.

With Fan Baobao by his side, he felt he was already very happy.

"Fan Beibei! If you dare not eat your greens again, I'll stuff them into your mouth!"

A loud shout made Zhao Fusheng turn his gaze to the dining table. Watching the daily routine of the Fan sisters, he suddenly felt that the word 'happiness' needed to be redefined.

"Greens don't taste good; meat tastes good." Little Fan Beibei, facing her sister's threat, refused to yield, firmly stating that she simply didn't like eating greens.

"Be good, greens are nutritious. Look at the little bunny; it especially likes eating greens." Fan Baobao earnestly tried to persuade her sister. At this moment, she understood how hard it had been for their mother to raise them back then.

"Liar! Little bunnies eat carrots, that's why they're so short." Fan Beibei shook her head like a rattle drum, completely unmoved.

Pfft!

Zhao Fusheng, who was drinking water, nearly spat it out. He stared at Fan Beibei in shock, completely surprised that the girl had such a train of thought.

Fan Baobao was also amused and exasperated. She glared at Zhao Fusheng: "It's all your fault for spoiling her. Look how disobedient she's become."

Zhao Fusheng looked innocent: "I don't like hearing that. What do you mean I spoiled her? I wonder who made promises and agreed to conditions just to get her into kindergarten."

Fan Baobao's face reddened at his words. She shot him a glare, then dragged Fan Beibei back to the room to teach her a lesson.

Zhao Fusheng chuckled, said nothing, and continued reading his newspaper.

Recently, experts in the newspapers had been touting the stock market again, acting as if the Chinese stock market was about to welcome a spring, urging investors not to miss this opportunity.

After reading the so-called economist's analysis, Zhao Fusheng curled his lips, too lazy to even complain.

Retail investors, especially those in the Chinese stock market, are nothing but leeks in the eyes of the capital market players.

What are leeks?

Leeks are the fat sheep that grow well and are about to be harvested when they're ripe.

Stocks, especially in the domestic market, even with the foresight of a past life, small-scale trading might be fine. But if Zhao Fusheng planned to use this to make a big fortune, that would be pure daydreaming. At that level of competition, who knows how many big shots are lurking behind the scenes? Trying to make money would just get him bankrupt in no time.

In fact, in Zhao Fusheng's view, unless it was a stock market crash, he would never set foot in the domestic stock market again. Even for the few memorable crashes, he didn't plan to invest everything; he intended to make a little pocket money and that's it.

Charging in recklessly might make money, but Zhao Fusheng wasn't trying to conquer the world. He just wanted to make money, so stability was key.

After all, he wasn't a professional financier. His memories of a few notable crashes from his past life came partly from Tan Kaixuan's influence and partly because those crashes were so famous that they left an impression.

As for other stock-related information, Zhao Fusheng truly didn't know, so he naturally didn't dare to try.

As they say, the older the hand in the game, the more cautious. Now that his career was gradually stabilizing, Zhao Fusheng was even less likely to take risks.

"I'm not falling for that," Zhao Fusheng muttered to himself, putting down the newspaper.

After thinking for a moment, he picked up his phone and called his father.

"Oh, what made you call me?" Father Zhao was surprised, since Zhao Fusheng usually called his mother and rarely called him.

Ignoring his father's obvious teasing, Zhao Fusheng said, "Dad, the stock market isn't doing well lately. Don't get tempted, okay?"

He wouldn't stand on ceremony with his own father.

Father Zhao was taken aback, a bit confused, but still asked, "But the newspapers say the environment is good lately, that a bull market is coming."

"Bullshit!" Zhao Fusheng cursed bluntly, then explained to his father, "Think about it: if the stock market really had such good prospects, why wouldn't those experts quietly make money themselves instead of analyzing it in the newspapers for everyone to know? Are they all noble and virtuous benefactors?"

Hearing Zhao Fusheng's words, Father Zhao paused but understood his son's point. He nodded, "That reasoning is sound. No one would publicize a way to make money."

"Exactly. We know from doing business: no matter what the venture, if everyone knows it can make money and big money, then basically that business is already unsustainable." Zhao Fusheng sneered, "I think this is clearly some people in the stock market trying to harvest leeks."

When he had last gone home, he had discussed the 'harvesting leeks' meme in the stock market with his father, so Father Zhao immediately understood Zhao Fusheng's meaning.

"Don't worry, I haven't had time to invest in stocks lately, and your mother won't let me buy stocks anymore." Father Zhao said with a wry smile.

If he still didn't understand why his son had specifically called him at this point, he would be truly clueless.

"That's good. I was mainly afraid you might not be able to resist." Zhao Fusheng chuckled. Since his father understood his intention, there was no need to beat around the bush.

Between father and son, some things didn't need to be hidden.

Father Zhao couldn't be bothered to complain. He cursed with a laugh, calling him a little brat, and said no more.

Hanging up the phone, Zhao Fusheng suddenly laughed. To be honest, in his previous life, he never imagined that one day he would chat with his father like this. Fate was indeed very奇妙. Who would have thought that both he and his father would become businessmen?

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Zhao Fusheng never expected that he and his father would become businessmen, nor did Ye Jing expect that after Jiang Wen went to inspect a film base, he would come back asking for investment to make a movie.

"In short, that's how it is. Are you giving the money or not?" Jiang Wen sat opposite Ye Jing with a roguish look, acting like a scoundrel.

"Money is not a problem, but is the story you told true?" Ye Jing looked at Jiang Wen incredulously.

Jiang Wen nodded, "Of course it's true, and it's a real story. To be honest, if Feihong hadn't insisted on a role, I would have considered acting in it myself."

"What's going on?" Ye Jing was confused.

He had heard a general outline from Jiang Wen and hadn't thought much of it, but now it seemed there was a story behind it.

Jiang Wen didn't hide anything from him. He explained what he knew and finally said, "In short, Fusheng and his roommate, in order to find out the cause of their senior's death, teamed up with the former inspector from the Ministry of Public Security's Supervision Bureau, now the county chief of Beitong County, Director Chen. The three of them investigated the matter together and eventually uncovered that drug trafficking ring."

Ye Jing blinked, feeling like he was watching an American blockbuster.

Yes, it had that kind of American movie vibe.

Individual heroism, friendship, dedication, justice will prevail.

Isn't that exactly what American blockbusters have been promoting?

Thinking of this, Ye Jing slapped his thigh and said to Jiang Wen, "I think for this movie, we can bring China Film Group in as a co-investor. What do you think?"

Jiang Wen rolled his eyes helplessly, "I already said we'd need China Film's help for this film. Do you think the part about mobilizing the military is fake? That's a real thing. I tell you, if this film is done well, the Spring Festival slot in 2006 will still be ours."

Some things didn't need to be spelled out. Both Jiang Wen and Ye Jing knew that to make money and stand out in the future film industry, the most important thing was still the film itself.

To establish a foothold in this circle, the fundamental thing was to prove that your film could make investors money and bring fame and awards to actors.

According to Jiang Wen, with such a mainstream theme and a gripping plot, this was bound to be a blockbuster.

Thinking this over, Ye Jing nodded, "Alright, you write the script first. I'll handle the project approval. Then, because it involves various aspects, we'll need to communicate with the Ministry of Public Security and China Film. At the very least, Director Chen's identity must be concealed, and the identities of the narcotics police must also be kept hidden."

Jiang Wen's expression turned serious. He said to Ye Jing, "I've considered that too. Otherwise, let's not mention his current identity at all. In fact, we should make appropriate changes to the identities of the main characters to avoid causing any trouble."

This was true. Even if the drug trafficking ring had been wiped out, who knew if they had hidden accomplices? If they retaliated, things would get messy.

"That's your problem to solve. I'm not a screenwriter." Ye Jing grinned, giving Jiang Wen a look that said 'figure it out yourself,' and got up to make a phone call.

At that moment, Jiang Wen suddenly felt the urge to strangle him.