Chapter 1349 A Favor to Ask

The eighteenth was when they would go back for the rescheduled wedding, so Zhao Fusheng and Fan Baobao had plenty of time to stay in the capital.

Of course, the purpose of staying in the capital was simple: to deal with various matters from before, since this trip home might delay things again.

Naturally, no one objected to this, and even Zhao Fusheng's parents expressed their approval, after all, with such a large business, it was normal for him to have many things to attend to.

As parents, they would certainly understand their child in such matters.

Most importantly, Zhao Fusheng still had several collaborations to discuss.

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Playing golf is a luxury, an activity with no inherent meaning, but because it is luxurious, it gains meaning.

This is not a tongue twister, but a solid fact.

In Zhao Fusheng's view, the level of playing golf is actually similar to playing paper airplanes as a child, but now golf has become more of a social tool.

As a wealthy man, a chairman or the like, playing basketball or soccer doesn't count for much, and even cycling for a long distance seems unimpressive; golf is a good choice because it is expensive, thus fitting the identity of the rich.

Human nature is to seek advantage and avoid harm, naturally gravitating toward the circles of the wealthy, and golf, as a social tool, naturally becomes a required course.

In reality, golf is not really a useful sport; it's purely a waste of various resources. You hit the ball once, then trek over hills for half a day, basking in the sun, sweating, and sometimes the sunlight glares and you lose the ball.

But because it lacks competitiveness, people are not in a hurry when chasing the ball; they walk slowly, treating it as a chat. As for winning or losing, unless you're a professional, amateur players rely eighty percent on luck.

Of course, those who can play golf naturally know who should win.

Zhao Fusheng was now playing golf, but he had been dragged here by Jiang Wen and Tan Kaixuan, accompanied by the Wang brothers.

"Nothing for nothing, what are you up to?"

Looking at the Wang brothers without ceremony, Zhao Fusheng asked blandly.

Clearly, he didn't think the Wang brothers would kindly invite him to play golf; they all knew he was lazy and didn't like socializing in such settings.

Wang Zhonglei smiled bitterly and said, "Fusheng, can't you act a bit more like a businessman?"

"I am a businessman, but there's no need to act like anyone," Zhao Fusheng replied indifferently.

This was his true feeling.

Zhao Fusheng had always scoffed at labels like patriotic businessman or Confucian businessman, not out of disrespect, but because he thought flaunting such titles was useless.

If you truly love your country, be like Hong Kong tycoon Henry Fok, who contributed money and effort when the nation needed it, without regard for personal gain. If you're a national enterprise, don't blather on in advertisements; earnestly contribute to the country's prosperity. All day long you claim to be a national brand, yet you sell cheaper abroad than at home—national brand my ass!

Marketing is fine, but if you use the banner of nation and ethnicity for marketing, in Zhao Fusheng's view, the leader of such an enterprise is no longer a businessman but a complete scumbag.

"Alright, alright, whatever makes you happy," Wang Zhonglei said helplessly, then said to Zhao Fusheng, "My brother wants to talk with you."

Zhao Fusheng was startled and glanced at Wang Zhongjun in surprise.

Huayi Brothers, as the name suggests, the Wang brothers were undoubtedly the backbone of the company. Even fifteen years later, after being thoroughly beaten down by Han Sanping, the Wang brothers never easily conceded. Both Wang Zhongjun and Wang Zhonglei were ambitious figures. Now, what did the elder Wang want with him?

More importantly, they had even asked Jiang Wen to help arrange the meeting with him and Tan Kaixuan.

Thinking of this, Zhao Fusheng became somewhat interested in the conversation with Wang Zhongjun. After all, Huayi, as the future leading private film and television company, had a market value of over nine hundred billion after its IPO on the ChiNext board. He still owned ten percent of Huayi's shares.

"Alright."

Zhao Fusheng answered readily.

Wang Zhonglei was taken aback; he had expected Zhao Fusheng to probe deeply, but instead, he asked nothing.

Blinking, he looked at Zhao Fusheng suspiciously, wondering what game he was playing.

Zhao Fusheng looked at Wang Zhonglei with a sincere expression: "What, don't you believe me?"

As if I'd believe you!

Wang Zhonglei cursed inwardly.

Everyone in the capital knew that Zhao Fusheng, though young, was as shrewd as an old fox. Trying to take advantage of him was nothing but a fool's dream. To treat him as a naive, inexperienced fool was the biggest foolishness of all.

But thinking of what his brother was going to discuss with Zhao Fusheng today, he had nothing more to say and smiled calmly: "Of course I believe you, but my brother will tell you the specifics."

Zhao Fusheng nodded, smiled, and walked toward Wang Zhongjun, who was exchanging golf tips with Tan Kaixuan.

Jiang Wen seemed to know something too; he nodded at Zhao Fusheng and pulled Tan Kaixuan away to play golf with Wang Zhonglei, leaving Zhao Fusheng and Wang Zhongjun standing side by side.

Playing golf in summer is actually very tiring, because the sun is too hot, so spring and autumn are more suitable seasons.

Like now, a breeze blowing, neither hot nor cold, walking on the lawn, looking at the lush greenery in the distance, one's mood brightens considerably.

"President Wang, you're being too polite. Why go through all this trouble?"

Zhao Fusheng watched the receding figures of Wang Zhonglei and the others, knowing they were leaving room for him and Wang Zhongjun to talk, and said with a smile to Wang Zhongjun.

He had not invited the Wang brothers to his wedding, making it clear that the Wang brothers and he were at most business partners, definitely not friends.

Those who treat business partners as friends often end up unhappy.

Wang Zhongjun laughed and said to Zhao Fusheng, "Chairman Zhao, don't misunderstand. I asked to see you today because I have something very important to discuss."

Then he wiped the smile off his face and said solemnly to Zhao Fusheng, "Chairman Zhao, I want to make Huayi the largest private film and television company in the country. What do you think?"

Zhao Fusheng was startled; he hadn't expected Wang Zhongjun to be so ambitious.

But he knew better than to believe a single word the man said now.

The reason was simple: business is like a battlefield. Although he and Wang Zhongjun were not competitors, Huayi Brothers and Future Films were definitely not two companies that could coexist peacefully. They were only harmonious because they shared common interests for now.

Who knew when they would fall out?