Chapter 1434: A Happy Event

Jiang Wen went in first to tell Yu Feihong and the others about Zhao Fusheng's decision, but Ye Jing stayed behind.

"This documentary is definitely going to lose money."

Ye Jing looked at Zhao Fusheng and said slowly.

He was the head of Future Film, and this matter had to be made clear to Zhao Fusheng first.

Running a company is not running a charity; such things can be done occasionally, but if one truly harms the company's interests for the sake of public welfare, then in Ye Jing's view, that would be putting the cart before the horse.

Privately, he naturally wanted to help Yu Feihong, but publicly, Ye Jing knew very well what should and should not be done. Otherwise, he would have spoken up earlier inside, instead of waiting for Zhao Fusheng to speak.

Zhao Fusheng naturally understood Ye Jing's meaning and nodded: "I understand that. But when doing things, we have to look to the future, not just the present. Often, we may think our current choices are right, but after time proves them, we find they were wrong. Conversely, what seems like a losing business now might, in a few years, turn out to be a valuable investment."

Ye Jing was startled, clearly not expecting Zhao Fusheng to say this, when he heard Zhao Fusheng continue: "When doing things, one must have some principles. Even a businessman must abide by certain bottom lines. If everything is about profit, then in the end, we will become cold machines.

If a person turns into a machine, that is a terrible thing. After all, we have struggled all the way to this point not to change the world, but to keep ourselves from being changed by the world.

Isn't that so?"

Ye Jing remained silent.

Although he felt Zhao Fusheng's words were overly idealistic, he had to admit that what he said made a lot of sense.

If a person lives like a machine, placing everything on the scales of profit, that person will most likely end up alone.

"Alright, let's go back. I'm leaving." Zhao Fusheng patted Ye Jing on the shoulder and said with a smile.

Ye Jing nodded and watched Zhao Fusheng get into the car.

Sitting in the car, Zhao Fusheng silently sighed in his heart.

Though he spoke well, in the end, he was just a coward.

"By the way, do you know the actor Pan Yueming?" Zhao Fusheng suddenly asked Wu Sijie, who was in the passenger seat.

As the chairman's assistant, Wu Sijie naturally followed him the whole way, but since this was a private gathering for Zhao Fusheng, Wu Sijie hadn't gone inside.

Wu Sijie was taken aback, then nodded: "Uh, no."

"Arrange it later. Have Future Film sign him. He has potential." Zhao Fusheng said casually.

In his previous life, he really liked watching "The Murderer." Though he might not be able to stop Pan Yueming and Dong Baihe from falling in love in this life, he could at least sign Pan Yueming first. If Dong Baihe dared to play tricks behind the scenes, then don't blame him for being rude.

In Zhao Fusheng's view, since the feelings were gone, it was best to part amicably. Playing tricks behind the scenes was too despicable.

Although Wu Sijie found it a bit strange, he still nodded and agreed.

He had already deeply experienced his boss's capriciousness. Often, Zhao Fusheng would give seemingly inexplicable orders, but as time passed, these orders were proven correct.

In a sense, perhaps this was why great people become great.

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It must be said, Jiang Wen and the others acted quickly, or rather, Yu Feihong and her friends had incredibly strong执行力.

In just one week, everyone quickly used their connections to form a documentary filming team.

Unlike the简陋 team of Director Guo in history, this filming team was extremely strong.

Future Film had originally planned to contribute five million, but Yu Feihong politely declined Ye Jing's kindness. Instead, she contacted a group of celebrities to raise three million, and only then did she let Future Film contribute two million.

"Sis, this is…" After learning this news, Fan Baobao was somewhat puzzled. Although she had also contributed one hundred thousand, she didn't quite understand why Yu Feihong wouldn't accept full funding from Future Film.

Zhao Fusheng smiled: "Silly girl, Sister Feihong doesn't want to cause me trouble."

This matter seemed simple, but in reality, as Zhao Fusheng said, there was deep nuance involved.

If Future Film funded the entire project, it would easily give the impression that Future Film was endorsing this cause. In other words, for those with ulterior motives, Zhao Fusheng's stance would become questionable.

Conversely, Yu Feihong raised funds with a group of friends, and when funds fell short, she called her best little brother Zhao Fusheng for help. As a billionaire, Zhao Fusheng casually had one of his film companies contribute two million to help his sister Yu Feihong—this was perfectly logical.

Even Zhao Fusheng himself hadn't thought of this at first.

"She is really too kind."

After hearing Zhao Fusheng's explanation, Fan Baobao sighed after a long while.

To be honest, Yu Feihong always habitually considered others. This was both her strength and her weakness.

Calling it a strength because it made it easy for her to make friends. For instance, it was because of her kindness that Zhao Fusheng held her in such high regard.

But conversely, it was also her weakness, because people who act this way often end up hurting themselves deeply.

After all, not everyone in this world is kind. Some people simply don't deserve sympathy or goodwill.

"Alright, after donating money, don't get involved in this matter." Zhao Fusheng said to Fan Baobao: "How is Beibei doing with her studies lately?"

"Fine."

Fan Baobao giggled, then whispered in Zhao Fusheng's ear: "Um, I didn't get it this month."

"Didn't get it?" Zhao Fusheng was startled, not paying attention to what she said, and asked casually: "Where did you go?"

Huh?

But the next moment, the expression on his face froze.

Holy shit!

"Your period didn't come?" Zhao Fusheng turned his head sharply, looking at Fan Baobao with a face full of surprise.

He wasn't a young man who knew nothing; Fan Baobao's words clearly meant good news.

A shy blush appeared on Fan Baobao's face. She glared at Zhao Fusheng: "Can you keep your voice down? Beibei is still here."

But Zhao Fusheng didn't care about that. He said to her with a smile: "Are you sure?"

Clearly, this meant he was about to become a father.

Fan Baobao shook her head: "Not yet. It just didn't come this month. I was thinking of going for a check-up."

"You should, you should." Zhao Fusheng nodded repeatedly.

This matter naturally had to be taken seriously, as it concerned his next generation.

Without hesitation, Zhao Fusheng called Wu Sijie and asked him to arrange for someone to take Fan Baobao and himself to the hospital for a check-up.

Upon learning the news, Wu Sijie was naturally very excited. If the boss's wife was pregnant, it meant the Future Group would have an heir.

A large group having an heir was a very important matter for the entire team.

To that end, Wu Sijie specifically contacted the head of obstetrics and gynecology at a hospital and asked her to conduct the examination for Fan Baobao.

Zhao Fusheng was naturally very satisfied with this, as this matter was undoubtedly very important to him.

A group of people arrived at the hospital in a grand procession. Fan Baobao was led by a nurse for blood tests and a full procedure, while Zhao Fusheng waited anxiously outside.

"Chairman, don't worry." Seeing Zhao Fusheng pacing back and forth, Wu Sijie couldn't help but console him.

Zhao Fusheng smiled bitterly, nodded, took a deep breath, but still felt uneasy.

After all, even though he had been reborn, he still cared deeply about this matter.

In his previous life, he had no children. In this life, with hope finally appearing, Zhao Fusheng's mood was quite complicated.

In fact, Zhao Fusheng felt that he was now becoming anxious and uncertain.

Shaking his head, he took a deep breath to calm his emotions, his eyes fixed on the door of the doctor's office. When Fan Baobao finally walked out, he immediately stood up.

"How is it?"

"Congratulations, congratulations!"

The doctor said to Zhao Fusheng with a smile.

Zhao Fusheng was stunned, then laughed heartily, a weight lifted from his heart.