Chapter 1348: People Must Live a Bit Realistically

Many years later, someone asked Zheng Yao if, when she first started a business with Zhao Fusheng, she had ever thought about the consequences of failure. To this, Zheng Yao replied, 'If you hesitate and worry too much, you'll only stagnate.'

The reporter pressed on: 'After the first deal succeeded, how did you feel?'

Zheng Yao answered: 'Fortunately, it succeeded; otherwise, I wouldn't be standing here accepting your interview right now.'

The reporter laughed: 'President Zheng, has anyone ever suggested you become a philosopher?'

After a two-second pause, Zheng Yao said: 'No, actually, this is what they call—whatever a winner says sounds reasonable, while no matter how reasonable a loser's words are, no one believes them.'

The reporter was speechless.

After a long while, he asked: 'Did you say that?'

Zheng Yao smiled: 'No, a friend I trust said it.'

She didn't reveal the name, but the reporter had already guessed who it was.

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'This world is very realistic. The so-called victor is king, the loser a bandit. If we succeed, even if we claim our decisions were divinely inspired, people will agree. But if we fail, no matter how much effort we put in, we'll still be a joke in others' eyes.'

Zhao Fusheng, holding a cup of tea as a substitute for wine, said to the friends gathered there today.

'Today, thank you all for coming to the wedding of Fan Baobao and me. Calling it a wedding is just my way of thinking—it's really a gathering, a get-together among friends. I'm letting you all know that this woman beside me and I will live together from now on. She is me, and I am her.'

'Friendship is about fate and feeling; you can be utterly devoted and go through fire and water for each other, but you don't need to exchange certain things for mutual trust. Everyone here is someone Baobao and I trust. No matter when we met, being able to sit here means we acknowledge each other. I hope it stays that way in the future.'

Zhao Fusheng spoke eloquently, clearly in a good mood.

'I'm not good with words. Those who know me understand that I'm very particular and don't easily change my mind once I've decided. Fan Baobao is the wife I've chosen. If there's anything I do that's not considerate, please bear with me. If she does something wrong, please tell me, and I'll help her correct it. But one thing: she loves acting. I know many of you here are friends in the industry. I hope you'll take good care of this silly girl of ours.'

He directed these last words toward the table where Fan Baobao's colleagues and friends were seated.

Though not explicitly stated, the meaning was clear: if anyone dared to bully Fan Baobao, please lend a hand, and he would be deeply grateful.

Is a billionaire's gratitude useful?

Of course it is.

Everyone responded with smiles. Those invited by Fan Baobao, including Zhou Qing, were all envious of her and Zhao Fusheng's situation.

There was no helping it; they had to envy her. Earlier, everyone found it strange that Fan Baobao was engaged while still in school. After she entered the People's Art Theatre, some outstanding young men pursued her, but she directly stated she had a fiancé. For a time, everyone was curious about what kind of man she had married.

Later, Zhao Fusheng's appearance silenced everyone.

Lucky girl.

That was the only thought everyone who knew about this had about Fan Baobao.

After all, to know a billionaire before he became one, to be childhood sweethearts and then engaged, to watch him transform from an ordinary person into a super-rich man—such a story wouldn't even be dared to be written in a novel.

But real life is just like that.

'Alright, a few rambling words. Sorry to make you laugh. I don't drink, so I'll use tea instead of wine. I hope everyone enjoys themselves today.' Zhao Fusheng raised his teacup and said to the crowd with a smile.

Everyone raised their glasses and drank it all in one gulp.

With only three tables, there wasn't much idle talk. Zhao Fusheng and Fan Baobao, each holding a cup, went around toasting and chatting. Zhao Fusheng didn't drink, so naturally Fan Baobao didn't either. All the guests were close friends, so no one minded. Everyone understood that being invited to this private ceremony meant their status was recognized.

This wasn't a joke. People have circles, and each circle has its own members.

For example, within the Future Group, there were circles. Back in the advertising studio days, the alumni from Ninghai Normal University who joined the company together naturally formed a circle. They weren't the same group as those who joined later in Binzhou. They were the founding members.

Also, the people in the Strategic Planning Department, despite competition, formed their own circle because they knew that as a key part of the group's talent reserve plan, they would eventually take on independent roles.

It was the same elsewhere. In the Beijing circle, who didn't envy Jiang Wen and Ye Jing, and even Yu Feihong? These three had walked alongside Zhao Fusheng back then, and now they had all risen to prominence.

Ye Jing needed no introduction—general manager of Future Film and Television, one of the big shots in the entertainment industry. Jiang Wen and Yu Feihong were originally just actors, but now, holding shares in Future Film and Television, they had become small bosses. More importantly, backed by the Future Group, the resources they could access were unimaginable to others.

At the very least, Jiang Wen didn't like to be in the spotlight, but Yu Feihong? She was swamped with advertising offers. Other stars fought hard for endorsements and resources, but she got to choose.

No help for it—everyone at Future Advertising knew that Yu Feihong was the boss's sworn sister, one of their own.

When good things come up, why would you think of outsiders instead of your own people?

Well, that's the power of circles.

Circles follow a person throughout life, and it's the same for everyone.

It's just a process of filtering. Some people gradually drift away and eventually part ways, while others complement each other and become confidants.

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By the afternoon, the banquet finally ended. After seeing off many friends, Zhao Fusheng and Fan Baobao got into the car and headed to their little home.

The greatest advantage of being rich is being able to buy houses without restraint.

Following Zhao Fusheng's instructions, Fan Baobao bought another house near the Second Ring Road.

It's said that many people in the world look like they're born to be bullied, and not bullying them is doing yourself a disservice. In Zhao Fusheng's view, the world now was paved with gold, and not seizing such opportunities to make money was doing yourself a disservice.

'Get ready. Pack up. In a few days, we'll go back to Ninghai, and you'll have your work cut out for you,' Zhao Fusheng said softly to Fan Baobao.

Fan Baobao covered her mouth and laughed: 'I'm fine. It's just that I'm delaying your matters.'

There was no help for it—Zhao's parents and Li Yuan had already prepared everything, waiting for the two to return for a formal wedding.

For the elders, a good son and a good daughter-in-law were the rarest things, and there was no way they would skip the wedding.

Wanting to do it like in the capital—inviting a few tables of friends to announce the marriage—was impossible. The word 'low-key' simply didn't exist in Zhao's mother's mind.

Not forcing Zhao Fusheng to throw a lavish wedding in the capital was already the mother giving her son enough face.

Zhao Fusheng had no objections to this. His mother rarely insisted so much, so he might as well go along with her.

As for Fan Baobao, Li Yuan personally called her with one purpose: she had to hold this wedding whether she wanted to or not.

After years of hardship, the clouds had finally parted to reveal the moon. Li Yuan also wanted others to know that her daughter had married into a good family.

Fan Baobao didn't mind. She planned to rest at home for a while after marriage anyway. Even if she publicly announced her marital status now, she didn't care.

People must live a bit realistically. It's nice to dream all day, but the problem is, you can't live in a dream world.