Chapter 1367: It's Lonely at the Top

After handing over the Facebook matter to Wu Sijie, Zhao Fusheng's itinerary became much lighter.

Evan Williams had been very busy lately; originally Zhao Fusheng planned to meet him, but the guy said he wasn't in the US but in Canada.

As for his excuse of being there for work, Zhao Fusheng scoffed at it—the guy was most likely on vacation.

Americans are like that; they always find all sorts of reasons to justify their laziness.

But Zhao Fusheng couldn't be bothered to say anything. Everyone has their own way of life; he was just an investor, not the other's boss or elder, so why should he interfere?

Using this time, Zhao Fusheng simply accompanied Fan Baobao on a leisurely tour around the United States.

From the East Coast to the West Coast, from San Francisco to Los Angeles, they left their footprints everywhere. Fan Baobao alone took a huge pile of photos.

Of course, at the same time, Zhao Fusheng and Fan Baobao's baby-making plan was not neglected; it was proceeding intensively.

But unfortunately, after nearly a month of effort, there was still no sign of pregnancy in Fan Baobao.

"What's wrong with you?"

Fan Baobao was quite dissatisfied, glaring at Zhao Fusheng with wide eyes.

Zhao Fusheng looked helpless. This kind of thing wasn't like eating or drinking—it couldn't happen just because they wanted it. Besides, their honeymoon trip had been less than a month; how could they conceive so easily?

But the problem was, he couldn't explain this to Fan Baobao. Women in this situation are usually unreasonable, and reasoning with a woman is undoubtedly a very foolish thing to do.

"We still need to wait for fate," Zhao Fusheng explained cautiously to Fan Baobao.

Fan Baobao shot him a fierce glare and said nothing, apparently still in a bad mood.

Fortunately, at that moment, Wu Sijie called, saving Zhao Fusheng.

"What's the matter?"

Zhao Fusheng asked Wu Sijie.

For some reason, Wu Sijie felt that his boss's mood seemed quite good over the phone.

"It's like this: I've contacted the people sent by headquarters. For Future Investment, Manager Dong is coming personally to negotiate with Sequoia Capital. Would you like to meet her?"

Dong Chenxi was actually coming.

Zhao Fusheng smiled. Thinking about it, it was quite normal; after all, with such a big matter, as the general manager of the investment company, Dong Chenxi would certainly attend.

"No need," Zhao Fusheng said after a moment's thought, instructing Wu Sijie, "You don't need to do anything; just follow them."

Wu Sijie was taken aback, then understood Zhao Fusheng's intention: the boss wanted him to act as his ears and eyes.

He also understood this principle; as the chairman's secretary, this was his duty.

"Don't worry, I understand," Wu Sijie quickly agreed.

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After hanging up, Zhao Fusheng stood there, lost in thought.

To be honest, although he had his own ideas about the Facebook matter, Zhao Fusheng also knew that many things wouldn't necessarily turn out as he expected; there would always be a process and a result.

"What's wrong?"

Fan Baobao came over and hugged Zhao Fusheng, asking.

"Nothing, just company matters," Zhao Fusheng gently patted her hand. "I'm planning to sell some of my Facebook shares. What do you think?"

Fan Baobao was startled, then asked, "Do you need money?"

Obviously, if he didn't need money, Zhao Fusheng wouldn't be selling his shares.

Zhao Fusheng shook his head: "It's not that I need money; it's just that in my current situation, I need to make some trade-offs."

Trade-offs?

Fan Baobao frowned slightly, thought for a moment, and asked, "Is it related to the Alibaba matter?"

In her mind, only that matter could be the reason for Zhao Fusheng selling his shares.

Zhao Fusheng smiled: "Sort of."

There were too many intricacies involved; he couldn't explain them all to Fan Baobao, so he could only say this much.

Seeing that Zhao Fusheng didn't want to talk more, Fan Baobao didn't press further.

Husband and wife are one; some things don't need to be said between them, and it wouldn't affect their relationship.

Noticing that her husband had something on his mind, Fan Baobao didn't ask any more questions and went to bed early.

Zhao Fusheng stood by the hotel window, looking at the brightly lit night scene outside, filled with emotions.

Sometimes he had to admit that one's thoughts change with one's position. In the past, he wouldn't have thought about wanting this or that; as long as he had enough to eat, he didn't ask for more.

But now, what he considered was how to expand his business empire even further—it was a special feeling.

This was probably a man's sense of achievement.

The problem now was that Zhao Fusheng increasingly felt that his life was hard; the fatigue wasn't physical but psychological.

"They say the higher you stand, the farther you see, but the problem is, the higher you stand, the colder it really gets," Zhao Fusheng silently sighed to himself.

In his previous life, Tan Kaixuan always said he was tired. Although Zhao Fusheng never said it out loud, he always thought the guy was a bit pretentious. But now, he finally understood Tan Kaixuan.

Standing at his current position, Zhao Fusheng truly felt that it was indeed very tiring.

Every day, there were issues to consider, decisions to make, relationships to manage, and matters that required his final approval—none of these were simple.

At the very least, Zhao Fusheng felt that if he were an ordinary person, he wouldn't have to worry about these things.

But there was no choice; since he had come this far, he had to continue step by step.

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Business negotiations, especially cross-border ones involving hundreds of millions of dollars, were never settled overnight.

So Dong Chenxi came to the US prepared for a long struggle.

Originally, she thought the boss would pick her up in person and she could also see the newlyweds, but instead, she was greeted by the new chairman's assistant.

"Hello, are you Miss Dong Chenxi?" Wu Sijie was very polite, standing before Dong Chenxi with neither humility nor arrogance.

Dong Chenxi was surprised. She had already seen Wu Sijie's profile; after Zhao Fusheng hired this secretary, he sent the information to Dong Chenxi and others, simply because he was his assistant and they needed to know about him.

"You know me?" Dong Chenxi glanced at Wu Sijie.

Wu Sijie nodded: "I specifically looked up your information on the company's website."

In fact, it wasn't just Dong Chenxi's information. Since Zhao Fusheng hired him as his assistant, Wu Sijie had memorized all the profiles of the senior leaders of the Future Group that he could find.