Chapter 1303: A Decent Person

Zhang Tao did not disappoint Zhao Fusheng.

A few minutes later, Zhang Tao walked in carrying several gift boxes, looking apologetic: "Sorry, boss, this store only gives away this many items."

It turned out that the guy had been negotiating with them about free gifts, after all, Zhao Fusheng and his group had spent quite a bit on this meal.

"Haha, I wouldn't have much use for this anyway."

Zhao Fusheng waved his hand: "It's yours."

Zhang Tao was taken aback, then showed an embarrassed expression: "This, this isn't appropriate."

"There's nothing inappropriate about it. If I give it to you, just take it." Zhao Fusheng smiled, looking completely unconcerned.

Zhang Tao's performance pleased him; a subordinate who knows to fight for his boss's benefits is undoubtedly a qualified one.

How are human relationships built?

They are built on the basis of mutual exchanges.

Zhang Tao, in Zhao Fusheng's view, was quite good. He did not think that just because Zhao Fusheng appeared wealthy, he shouldn't bother to secure the restaurant's freebies for his boss.

You see, a low-key and diligent subordinate always earns a boss's appreciation.

If it were an ordinary person—unreliable, boastful, and careless—such a person might seem easy to befriend, but no boss would choose such a person as their subordinate.

The reason is simple: if such a person gets access to the upper echelons, the risk is too great. As the saying goes: 'If the ruler is not discreet, he loses his ministers; if the minister is not discreet, he loses his life; if important matters are not kept secret, disaster ensues.' Zhang Tao's character, on the other hand, made Zhao Fusheng quite fond of him.

Carrying the items, the group returned to the hotel.

At the hotel entrance, they encountered the same people they had seen before, only this time the two children looked listless, as if they were in poor condition.

"Bastards!"

Zhang Tao glanced at them and cursed again in Chinese, his expression growing even darker.

Clearly, he knew these people.

Zhao Fusheng found it strange. If it had been just once, it might be overlooked, but seeing them twice with Zhang Tao reacting so oddly each time made him curious.

Still, he didn't ask, after all, he and Zhang Tao had only met by chance. Although he admired the young man, that didn't mean Zhao Fusheng was curious about his past.

This was probably Zhao Fusheng's habit; he was always like this. He rarely probed into secrets others didn't want to share, because he believed everyone has their own private space, and prying into someone's secrets without permission is an immoral act.

The group returned to their rooms. Zhao Fusheng gave Zhang Tao his phone number and didn't keep him any longer.

After a long day, he was a bit tired.

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Back in his room, he made an international call to Fan Baobao. The girl was at home watching TV with her sister Fan Beibei. After chatting with the little one for a while, when the phone returned to Fan Baobao, Zhao Fusheng told her about Zhang Tao's matter today.

"This guy is decent, quite interesting." Zhao Fusheng said with a smile.

"What, you want to use him?"

Fan Baobao knew Zhao Fusheng well, and asked curiously: "Is he that good? You've only spent a few hours with him, and you already think he's usable."

This was the first time she had seen Zhao Fusheng decide to use someone so quickly.

Zhao Fusheng shook his head: "It's not that he's good; I just think this person is decent and can be used. But how far he can go depends on his own fate."

Opportunities can be given, but whether one can seize them depends on Zhang Tao's own understanding.

Zhao Fusheng had seen many talented people who talked eloquently as if they were capable of great things, but when given a chance, they often failed to realize their talent in practice.

Of course, many would call this armchair strategizing, but in Zhao Fusheng's view, these people were far inferior to Zhao Kuo.

If Zhao Kuo were truly that incompetent, how could he have been chosen to replace Lian Po as the commanding general at the Battle of Changping? Sima Qian, in writing his historical records, had strong personal biases. Li Ling had already surrendered to the Xiongnu, yet he was portrayed as a tragic hero simply because Sima Qian was on good terms with the Li family of Longxi.

In fact, Zhao Kuo was quite talented. The reason he lost the Battle of Changping was partly because he faced Bai Qi, one of the most fearsome generals of the Warring States period and even all of ancient history, and partly because the state of Zhao was not in a position to sustain the war.

Lian Po's defensive strategy was certainly correct, but the problem was that Zhao had run out of food.

If they had continued with Lian Po's approach, the Qin army would have eventually won. In a sense, Zhao Kuo's choice was not wrong—he chose to break out while his soldiers still had fighting strength, leading the charge himself in an attempt to decapitate Bai Qi. In fact, if not for encountering the god of death Bai Qi, he might have turned the tide.

But history is written by the victors; losing meant being branded a failure in the annals.

If he had won, the phrase 'armchair strategist' might never have appeared in the history books.

"When are you coming back?" Fan Baobao asked Zhao Fusheng.

It was almost June, and he was still staying in Korea. Had he forgotten about the wedding on August 8th?

"There are some things here. Once I lay the groundwork, I'll come back," Zhao Fusheng explained to Fan Baobao with a smile. Some things needed to be made clear to her; communication between people was important, and many misunderstandings arose from poor communication. In Fan Baobao's eyes, Zhao Fusheng was a man with a strong sense of career, so he naturally laid out his plans for her.

"Uh, you're cooperating with Koreans?" Fan Baobao was somewhat surprised, especially after hearing that Zhao Fusheng had given a lawyer from Jinshan a full five percent of future entertainment shares. She became even more curious.

Zhao Fusheng smiled: "Yes, only when there's profit to be made will they introduce their network to us. Otherwise, just earning a salary, why would they go all out for our business?"

"I think I understand," Fan Baobao said after a long silence. Clearly, Zhao Fusheng's words had deeply impressed her. She had known something about his business before, but not how to expand the market. Now that he explained it, she realized there was so much to learn.

"Remember, although Mr. Ma's theories have been distorted in our country, one thing he said is correct: capital loves nothing more than profit. With a 50% profit, capital stirs restlessly. With 70% profit, it acts without hesitation. With 100% profit, it dares to take risks. And if profit exceeds 200%, capital will absolutely commit murder and robbery." Zhao Fusheng said to Fan Baobao word by word: "Whether in the entertainment industry or other businesses, this principle has never changed for thousands of years."

Fan Baobao remained silent. She had to admit that Zhao Fusheng was right.

Perhaps knowing that these topics were a bit heavy for Fan Baobao, Zhao Fusheng chuckled and turned to ask about the wedding preparations.

The two planned to hold weddings in both the capital and Ninghai. In the capital, it would mainly be for close friends. Zhao Fusheng originally wanted a grand ceremony, given his status.

But after much consideration, Fan Baobao rejected his proposal. It wasn't that she didn't like it, but she felt that given Zhao Fusheng's position, a lavish affair would easily attract criticism. Deciding whom to invite among company subordinates, business partners, government officials, and even entertainment figures was a headache. Adding her own friends and colleagues, a conservative estimate would be dozens of tables.

Moreover, such a big event would inevitably attract reporters, causing more trouble.

After much deliberation, they decided to invite only close acquaintances, a few tables, and have a low-key Western-style wedding.

As for Ninghai, after discussing with Zhao Fusheng's parents and Li Yuan, they decided to go all out. But that was something for the elders to worry about; Zhao Fusheng and Fan Baobao could leave it entirely to them.

Thinking of this, Zhao Fusheng felt quite pleased.

"I've already chosen the wedding dress. I'll take you to see your tuxedo when you get back," Fan Baobao said to Zhao Fusheng. "Who do you want as best man and maid of honor?"

"Well, I don't know. Who around me isn't married?" Zhao Fusheng hesitated. "If it comes to it, I'll have Old Tan be my best man."

Tan Kaixuan had recently been pushed by Zhao Fusheng to develop domestically, so making him best man was the most suitable.

"That works. I'll have Chenxi be the maid of honor," Fan Baobao had no objection to Zhao Fusheng's arrangement. After a moment, she said, "But what about Wang Zhen..."

That was a problem. After all, Dong Chenxi and Wang Zhen had been together before. If they met, it might be awkward.

Although both parties said it was fine, the problem was that feelings had been involved. They might say it was okay, but what they really thought was unknown.

Both sides were dear to him, and Zhao Fusheng was torn.

After hesitating for a long time, he gritted his teeth and made up his mind, saying to Fan Baobao, "I'll call them later and ask what they really think. It can't be that because of them, we have to hold the wedding in two separate hotels, can it?"

Fan Baobao burst out laughing. She suddenly felt that Zhao Fusheng like this was more interesting than when he was seriously discussing business.