Chapter 1409: Stealing a Moment of Leisure

I forget which philosopher said that the hardest thing in life is probably looking back.

Many say looking back is difficult, and the reason is simple: there is no cure for regret in this world. Once a choice is made, one must bear its consequences.

If given a second chance, Zhao Fusheng felt he would most likely still start a business. After all, living again without achieving something would be a waste of this time.

Recently, Zhao Fusheng wasn't very busy. After the successful Facebook negotiation, he had the management team of Future Investments take a break as per his request, even forcing General Manager Dong Chenxi to rest.

Zhao Fusheng's reasoning was simple: he wasn't a ruthless capitalist and didn't want his company to become like Foxconn one day.

Money can never be fully earned, and he couldn't abandon his conscience for profit. That, he admitted, he couldn't do.

"You're too soft-hearted."

At Future Group headquarters, in Zheng Yao's office, she looked at Zhao Fusheng helplessly and said casually.

Zhao Fusheng smiled. "What, you want me to become a capitalist who only cares about money, not people?"

Zheng Yao shot him a glare, snorted dismissively, and acted as if she couldn't be bothered with him.

This guy was born to annoy her.

"By the way, what do you think about the Supervision Department?" Zhao Fusheng asked Zheng Yao.

He had mentioned this matter to her before, and bringing it up now meant he intended to act on it.

Zheng Yao nodded. "It's a good idea. The company really needs such a department."

She understood the necessity of this department better than Zhao Fusheng. She hadn't brought it up earlier because she wasn't the boss. Now that Zhao Fusheng had proposed it, Zheng Yao naturally went along and agreed directly.

"Then call a meeting soon and announce it publicly," Zhao Fusheng said, seeing that Zheng Yao had no objections.

As the top leaders of Future Group—one chairman, one CEO—their decisions were essentially final.

"I understand," Zheng Yao nodded.

Just as Zhao Fusheng was about to leave, Zheng Yao said, "By the way, the company plans to acquire more land. What do you think?"

Earlier, Future Group's development strategy included plans to enter the real estate industry, but no formal real estate company had been established yet; Zheng Yao had been handling it.

Now that she brought it up, she clearly had new intentions.

Hearing Zheng Yao's words, Zhao Fusheng thought for about half a minute and finally said, "If you think it's feasible, then set up a subsidiary."

With that, he turned and left.

To be honest, Zhao Fusheng had previously been reluctant to touch the real estate industry, but now he felt it was better to let himself earn the money than let others do it.

Moreover, Zheng Yao always acted methodically. She wouldn't have brought it up unless she had thoroughly researched the market and made accurate judgments.

Trust those you employ; don't employ those you distrust. Since he had chosen Zheng Yao as CEO, Zhao Fusheng would trust her completely.

On October 18, Future Group officially announced the establishment of Future Real Estate Co., Ltd., focusing on real estate development, and set up a Supervision Department within the company to oversee any illegal activities. Dong Guoxiang, former General Manager of Future Technology Co., Ltd., became the first head of the Supervision Department.

The new general manager of Future Technology Co., Ltd. was named Zhang Xiaolong.

Whether by coincidence or not, he shared the same name as a vice president of Tencent Technology.

When Zhao Fusheng heard the successor candidate reported by Dong Guoxiang, he was startled, thinking it was the big shot who developed WeChat. Only later did he learn it was just a namesake.

But since Dong Guoxiang had chosen him as the head of Future Technology, he must have some skills. Even Zheng Yao had heard of him.

Zhao Fusheng said nothing more.

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October 27, light snow.

In the early morning, heavy frost covered the earth with a white veil.

Leaves by the roadside fell in the cold wind. With each gust, they chased each other like butterflies in the air, landing on the ground. The tall buildings in the distance were also shrouded in mist.

Since it had started snowing, the capital had begun heating.

Fan Baobao called Zhao Fusheng, saying it was very cold down south.

Zhao Fusheng then remembered that, like in later years, the south had no heating.

But the problem was that winters in the south were just as cold and very damp. Compared to the north with heating, Fan Baobao, who was filming in the south, was undoubtedly suffering more.

After thinking it over, Zhao Fusheng planned to visit her on set, but Fan Baobao stopped him.

"Why are you coming? You'll mess up the whole crew if you show up," Fan Baobao said, though she was delighted inside, she still discouraged her husband.

"I won't cause trouble," Zhao Fusheng said helplessly.

He actually understood what Fan Baobao meant. Given his status, if he went, not only the director but even the chief producer Chen Liang would have to come and greet him respectfully.

Having one boss's wife, Fan Baobao, already made the crew atmosphere awkward. If the boss himself appeared, the crew would probably be terrified.

"Be good. I'll finish filming soon and come home to keep you company," Fan Baobao said softly to Zhao Fusheng.

She missed him too, but since Zhao Fusheng valued this film highly and was sure it would establish her status as an actress, she had to seriously study the role.

"Alright, I'll listen to you."

Zhao Fusheng nodded helplessly, gave Fan Baobao a few more instructions, and then hung up.

"Brother, were you talking to sister?"

As Zhao Fusheng put down the phone, a small figure appeared beside him. It was Fan Beibei, looking at him curiously.

"Yes," Zhao Fusheng smiled, bending down to pat his sister-in-law's head. "Sister is filming out of town and will be back soon. Beibei, do you miss her?"

"Yes," Fan Beibei bit her finger and hesitated, tilting her head. "But when she comes back, she'll force me to do homework. Ah, if only sister would behave."

Clearly, in her mind, a sister who made her do homework wasn't a good kid.

Zhao Fusheng shook his head helplessly, blinked, and decided to give up trying to convince the girl.

Reasoning with a child was undoubtedly a mentally taxing task. Such a difficult job was better left to Fan Baobao herself.

Just then, Zhao Fusheng's phone rang. Glancing at the caller ID, he was startled, then smiled.