Chapter 1459 Setting Sail

If it were ten years later, Zhao Fusheng's actions today would surely be widely spread and discussed, and might even trend on social media due to being captured on video.

But unfortunately, this is 2006, when blogs were popular, not short-video platforms like Douyin or Kuaishou.

In other words, although what Zhao Fusheng did sparked discussion among those around him at the time, it had no chance to ferment and would not affect anything at all.

In real life, one often feels that the changes in one's environment can never keep up with the pace of internet technology development.

It seems that everything in real life is mismatched with the application of high-tech internet in reality.

For example, a building can remain unchanged for over a decade, at most undergoing renovations. But if it were the internet, ten years would bring tremendous change.

Another example: in an old alley or a简陋 room, you can effortlessly use a trendy phone to determine your location, browse news, order food, chat with friends, and check if your resume has received a response.

It's not that we don't understand, but the world changes too fast.

"I heard you had a car accident yesterday?"

Fan Baobao only learned the news the next day, and she heard it from Wu Sijie.

The reason was simple: Zhao Fusheng's previous car had been sent for repairs, and Fan Baobao overheard Wu Sijie's phone call.

Since Zhao's mother was also at home at the time, Fan Baobao suppressed her doubts and only asked Zhao Fusheng about it when Zhao's mother went out to buy groceries.

Zhao Fusheng didn't hide anything from her. He recounted the whole incident and finally said, "I had no choice at the time. If I hadn't rammed into him, that guy would have definitely hit the child."

"Good hit!"

Fan Baobao nodded repeatedly.

Perhaps because she was pregnant, her personality had become more clear-cut in love and hate. She was increasingly intolerant of acts that harmed children. In her eyes, any cruel behavior targeting children was unforgivable.

Zhao Fusheng smiled slightly. Fan Baobao's reaction was not unexpected; she was always like that—sharp-tongued but soft-hearted.

"Beibei must be careful when going to and from school in the future," Fan Baobao said after listening to Zhao Fusheng, clearly worried by the incident.

Zhao Fusheng thought of those scumbags in later times who would indiscriminately take revenge on society, and his brow furrowed.

Sometimes he really couldn't understand their logic. If life was不顺, taking revenge on society was bad enough, but choosing to target a group of children only a few years old was utterly inhuman.

People like that deserve to be shot!

And then there were human traffickers. Thinking of the countless families destroyed by them, Zhao Fusheng felt that sometimes a single bullet was too good for those bastards.

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Worry was worry, anger was anger, but Zhao Fusheng's influence was limited. The laws of the country were ultimately not something an ordinary person like him could decide, so life had to go on.

However, Zhao Fusheng had been in a good mood lately. Evan Williams had officially launched the big microblogging service, the prototype of Twitter. After research, they introduced a service that allowed users to send messages of up to 140 characters to friends' mobile phones.

The era of microblogging had finally arrived!

"We must pay close attention to news from Twitter."

In the office of Future Investment, Zhao Fusheng earnestly instructed Dong Chenxi.

"Got it."

Dong Chenxi nodded. "I really don't understand what's so great about Twitter. I think there are many websites in the US with better development prospects. Should we consider investing in them?"

Zhao Fusheng frowned and shook his head. "First, we already hold shares in Twitter. Second, the subprime mortgage crisis is starting to erupt in the US, and the entire US economy will experience a series of recessions. The internet industry is probably the least affected. Now is not the right time to invest."

Dong Chenxi's brows furrowed slightly. "Isn't this the time to consider bottom-fishing?"

People in finance and investment all harbor a dream of bottom-fishing. Everyone hopes to become the next Buffett, buying in when Coca-Cola is at its lowest and quickly becoming a super-rich person.

Such opportunities are rare and often occur during major financial crises. So, for investors, this is precisely when opportunities arise.

The higher the risk, the greater the opportunity—that's the investor's mindset.

Clearly, Dong Chenxi was now tempted. Especially with the US-based New Century Financial Group on the brink of bankruptcy and US stocks plummeting, she felt this might be an opportunity for Future Investment to enter the US market.

Although she knew there would be various difficulties in the US, Dong Chenxi firmly believed that Future Investment had the chance to multiply its value several times over.

But Zhao Fusheng didn't think so. In his memory, the impact of the US subprime mortgage crisis was enormous, even reaching a shocking level.

A global financial crisis!

Under such circumstances, any attempt to bottom-fish would be like a moth flying into a flame—a suicidal act.

So Zhao Fusheng looked at Dong Chenxi and said word by word, "Bottom-fishing is essentially gambling. Aren't you afraid of catching a falling knife? If you hold this mindset, I feel I must remind you that Future Investment is not a gambling tool."

His tone was quite severe.

Dong Chenxi was startled and looked at Zhao Fusheng in surprise. She rarely saw him so serious. Was he that pessimistic about the US market?

"Fusheng, do you know something?" Dong Chenxi asked suspiciously.

She didn't mind his tone. Having known him for so many years, if she didn't understand what kind of person Zhao Fusheng was, she would be unable to distinguish good from bad.

She knew well that Zhao Fusheng was truly good to his friends. In other words, if he hadn't been genuinely provoked by her thoughts, he wouldn't have spoken to her in such a tone.

So, in that instant, Dong Chenxi wondered if Zhao Fusheng had obtained some inside information.

Zhao Fusheng smiled bitterly and said helplessly to Dong Chenxi, "It's not that I know something; you're too caught up in the situation. Think about it: even a company as large as New Century Financial is on the verge of bankruptcy. Do you think the problem in the US market this time is a small matter?

In this era, the world's economies are intricately connected. If the US market has problems, what do you think the economic situation will be like in other regions?

Conversely, if those regions have poor economies, what will happen to the US, the center of the world economy?"

A series of questions left Dong Chenxi speechless.

She wasn't stupid. She naturally understood that if what Zhao Fusheng said became reality, her previous thoughts would indeed be laughable.

Sighing, Dong Chenxi said to Zhao Fusheng after a long while, "I understand. Our recent investments should focus on stability, right?"

If she still didn't grasp Zhao Fusheng's meaning after all this, she would be too foolish.