Chapter 1442 Waiting Quietly

What exactly did Zhao Fusheng want to do?

That was the only thought in Dong Chenxi's mind after receiving Zhao Fusheng's call.

Because she really couldn't figure out Zhao Fusheng's intentions now. Originally, when Zhao Fusheng said he wanted to give up financial investments, she thought he wasn't interested in the financial market.

But then, turning around, Zhao Fusheng actually asked her to pay attention to the subprime mortgage market on the US stock market. What did this guy want to do?

"What exactly do you want to do?"

Dong Chenxi didn't hide her thoughts and asked Zhao Fusheng directly.

Zhao Fusheng smiled: "It's not about what I want to do, but what we should do."

"What do you mean?"

Obviously, Dong Chenxi didn't quite understand Zhao Fusheng's words.

This guy's speech was sometimes so vague that people simply couldn't grasp what he meant.

Helplessly sighing, Zhao Fusheng himself was a bit frustrated.

There was no helping it. He had hoped Dong Chenxi would understand his meaning, but clearly, she didn't.

"I can invest personally, but the company cannot. Understand?"

Zhao Fusheng finally explained to Dong Chenxi helplessly.

Dong Chenxi was taken aback, then frowned slightly: "You mean this is your personal action."

"Yes, that's why I'm asking for your help in a personal capacity." Zhao Fusheng said slowly: "This is a matter between Tan Kaixuan and me, not something for Future Group or the investment fund he represents. Got it?"

Dong Chenxi was skeptical. It wasn't until she hung up the phone that she felt she half-understood.

According to Zhao Fusheng, if he really planned to short the US stock market, it would be a personal action, unrelated to Future Group.

"This guy, why does he keep changing his mind?"

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"I have no choice either."

The next day, Zhao Fusheng came to the company headquarters. While looking at the materials Wu Sijie had found, he said to Zheng Yao, who was equally puzzled: "I'm actually not sure whether my guess is right or wrong. Tan Kaixuan trusts me and is willing to give up his investments in the US, but the problem is, I can't bet Future Investment on my guess, can I?"

Zheng Yao stood there stunned, not saying a word for a long time.

So after all this, you're judging that the US will have a subprime crisis based on your guess?

In an instant, Zheng Yao labeled Zhao Fusheng as unreliable.

Even if he was her boss, Zheng Yao firmly believed that doing anything required at least evidence, not just guesswork.

"What? You think I'm unreliable too, don't you?" Although Zheng Yao didn't speak, Zhao Fusheng sensed her thoughts and smiled as he spoke.

"It's not that you're unreliable, but your approach is a bit too risky." Zheng Yao frowned slightly and said to Zhao Fusheng sincerely.

Zhao Fusheng shook his head: "This is already the least risky approach I can take."

He meant it.

You see, the financial market changes rapidly. Being a layman himself, Zhao Fusheng only vaguely remembered that the subprime crisis broke out with the bankruptcies of New Century Financial and Lehman Brothers; he didn't know much else.

In other words, if he really wanted to short US stock indices or futures, he wouldn't even know when the best time to strike was.

Given that, how could Zhao Fusheng dare to let Future Investment enter the market?

The reason Zhao Fusheng dared to let Tan Kaixuan make so many preparations was simple: Zhao Fusheng clearly remembered that this financial storm caused significant losses to the US.

Big cities like Detroit even declared bankruptcy.

Even the thriving Facebook faced a crisis in 2008.

Later, it was with the help of Li Ka-shing's funds that Mark Zuckerberg saved the situation. It was said that Li Ka-shing invested $120 million at once, followed by a total of $1 billion over time.

As for how much Facebook equity he acquired, that remained unknown.

However, according to some media reports, Li Ka-shing's final return should have been over 200 times.

Of course, this refers to equity returns.

You see, within Facebook, Zuckerberg held the most voting rights, with nearly 60% voting power, and each of his shares was worth ten times that of ordinary shareholders. It was impossible for shareholders to oust him.

So, in Zhao Fusheng's view, if he could make good use of this subprime crisis, it would definitely be a great opportunity for him.

But Zhao Fusheng wouldn't tell anyone these plans, as it was just his own scheme, and whether it could be realized depended on luck.

What he needed to do now was find a way to borrow some funds, hand them over to Tan Kaixuan, and let him choose to short after the few events he predicted occurred.

As for the specific operations, Zhao Fusheng wouldn't bother with them. After all, he wasn't a trader; he'd leave that to Tan Kaixuan, who surely had talent in that area.

For Zhao Fusheng, he knew well that his talent in this regard couldn't compare to Tan Kaixuan's.

Since Zhao Fusheng was determined to make a move, Zheng Yao and the others had no choice.

Over the years, Zhao Fusheng had always been like this. He wouldn't easily make decisions to interfere with the company's operations, but if he really made a decision, no one could change his mind.

But such a thing couldn't be accomplished overnight. Both Dong Chenxi and Tan Kaixuan began collecting data, keeping an eye on the situation in the US at all times.

Zhao Fusheng's instructions to Wu Sijie were simple: stay in touch with both sides at all times and inform him immediately of any news.

He had a feeling that perhaps soon, good news would come from the US.

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Time quickly reached the end of June. The summer capital grew increasingly hot. Young ladies on the streets began wearing cool dresses. It must be said, ten years ago, such a scene would never have been seen on the streets, because even though it was already the mid-1990s, the domestic atmosphere was still relatively conservative.

Fan Baobao's morning sickness persisted. According to the doctor, it might last until late July.

Zhao Fusheng had no solution for this and could only try to get her to eat some sour foods; pregnant women seemed to vomit less severely only when eating such things.

"How have you been lately?"

Sitting at home, Zhao Fusheng looked at Jiang Wen, who had come to visit Fan Baobao with his wife Zhou Yun, and asked with a smile.

Old Jiang had recently emerged from the shadow of the box office failure of "The Sun Also Rises." After all, one must always look forward; living in the past would be too painful.

"Not bad. Ye Jing is helping me select scripts. Since directing didn't work out, I'll just act." Jiang Wen smiled at Zhao Fusheng and said, "I heard you've been busy with financial matters lately?"

"Not really." Zhao Fusheng waved his hand. "Just some ideas."

He paused and said, "By the way, what do you think about the project in Western Sichuan?"

The model Zhao Fusheng had proposed to Zheng Yao earlier had been discussed with Ye Jing, who naturally passed the news to Jiang Wen.

Jiang Wen smiled and said, "Why would I refuse an opportunity for the company to make money? Besides, it's a project you initiated. If I missed out on such easy money, wouldn't I be a fool?"

Zhao Fusheng was stunned.

He really hadn't expected Old Jiang to have such a business sense.

But thinking about it, if this guy had no business acumen at all, he wouldn't have been able to make so many movies in his past life without being completely blacklisted by investors.

After all, only two or three of his films were profitable; the rest were box office failures.

"What? Didn't expect that?" Jiang Wen could tell from Zhao Fusheng's expression that he was definitely confused.

Zhao Fusheng waved his hand: "It's not that I didn't expect it; I'm just quite surprised."

As he spoke, he laughed himself. It seemed he really should get to know the people around him better.