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Chapter 1480: Seeking Stability

Rebirth of a Perfect Future · 第1480章 求稳

Zhao Fusheng ultimately did not make a decision immediately.

After all, it was no small matter—an investment worth hundreds of millions or even more. If it were decided on a whim, that would be far too capricious.

Even Zhao Fusheng dared not make such a choice.

After instructing Dong Chenxi to closely monitor the developments at Alibaba and Tencent, Zhao Fusheng left Future Investment.

The inspection in the capital was essentially over.

As for Future Security, he had no intention of visiting; Zhang Qian was in charge there, and Zhao Fusheng trusted him more than anyone. Besides, the security company's main business was currently limited—primarily providing bodyguards for VIPs and safeguarding the operations of Future Group's subsidiaries.

In Zhao Fusheng's words, this was a process of gradual growth, and one day it would surely develop into a behemoth.

Zhang Qian had no objections to this. He was not an ambitious person by nature; he ran the security company partly at Zhao Fusheng's request and partly to provide jobs for his comrades.

Under the current circumstances, Zhang Qian was quite content.

"Do you want to take a look at other domestic projects?"

Zheng Yao called proactively after hearing that Zhao Fusheng had left Future Investment. In her view, since Zhao Fusheng planned to inspect the group's various subsidiaries, he might as well travel around the country and review all the company's projects.

Zhao Fusheng laughed upon hearing this: "That won't be necessary. If you have time, you can go and see them."

He was the chairman, not a project manager. Handling everything personally was something Zhuge Kongming would do; Zhao Fusheng had no intention of living so laboriously.

In Zhao Fusheng's mind, as long as he kept a firm grip on the few subsidiaries in the capital, he would naturally control the entire Future Group.

As for the projects invested in elsewhere, they couldn't stir up any trouble.

This was essentially the same principle as grasping the big and letting go of the small.

Many big bosses often focused on the big picture rather than details because they knew that paying too much attention to details could easily affect the overall situation.

Conversely, as long as the big direction was grasped, details became less important.

Seeing Zhao Fusheng's insistence, Zheng Yao said no more.

Hanging up the phone, Zhao Fusheng instructed Wu Sijie in the passenger seat: "Collect domestic policy materials on foreign angel investment funds."

"Yes, Chairman." Wu Sijie quickly acknowledged.

Hesitating for a moment, Wu Sijie said softly: "Chairman, according to information I received earlier, the financial market in the United States is currently in a very turbulent period. Are you planning to invest in the US?"

Zhao Fusheng was taken aback, then laughed: "What, do you also think I should turn my attention abroad at this time?"

Sensing that Zhao Fusheng's words contained no anger but rather a hint of encouragement, Wu Sijie thought for a moment and then spoke: "I just think that since the US is facing difficulties now, we have an opportunity. The data I received shows that the US is currently in an economic crisis, with the entire American economy in decline..."

Watching Wu Sijie talk on and on, Zhao Fusheng smiled without speaking.

Only after he finished did Zhao Fusheng casually ask: "Do you think I should buy stocks now, or invest in some struggling companies? What if this isn't the worst time, and I end up buying at the midpoint, then what?"

“Uh…”

Wu Sijie was stunned.

Only then did he realize that his previous statement had been completely presumptuous.

If it were really that easy to snatch a chestnut from the fire, his boss would have long since teamed up with that Mr. Tan of Brother Capital to pull off a deal; there was no way he would have waited for Wu Sijie to remind him.

Zhao Fusheng waved his hand: “Remember, in business, especially in finance, timing is crucial. If you choose the wrong moment, you can really lose everything.”

Wu Sijie quickly nodded, accepting the lesson. He knew that Zhao Fusheng was teaching him.

In fact, Zhao Fusheng’s words were not only meant for Wu Sijie but also served as a warning to himself.

Nothing involving money is simple.

Back in the global financial crash, Hong Kong stock indices plummeted overnight from thriving to declining, yet the four listed companies under Li Ka-shing had completed a super fundraising rights issue of 10.3 billion Hong Kong dollars ahead of time.

Cheung Kong Holdings, Hutchison Whampoa, Cavendish International, and Hongkong Electric—these four companies issued a massive number of rights shares to the market, totaling over ten billion.

At the time, this was seen as Li Ka-shing’s great confidence in the market.

Then the crash hit, and most of the shares that investors had painstakingly bought depreciated, nearly becoming worthless paper.

But Li Ka-shing happily used that 10.3 billion Hong Kong dollars to make his own investments.

The reason Li, despite being as rich as a country in Hong Kong, has such a terrible reputation is largely because he always only cares about making money for himself, regardless of others’ fates.

In later years, when Li Ka-shing saw the mainland economy turning bad and turned to embrace the British, Zhao Fusheng was not at all surprised, because this man had always been like that.

Why is tycoon Huo respected? Because the old man has consistently regarded himself as a descendant of the Yellow Emperor for decades.

As for Li Ka-shing, well, he’s a businessman. Nationality, in his eyes, isn’t really that important.

Speaking of which, that tycoon Liu, who had an affair with Guan Golf, is quite an interesting figure. Although notorious in financial circles, in the eyes of investors, he’s still considered a decent person. At the very least, when he eats meat, he also lets others have some soup.

I’ve digressed.

Since he had no intention of entering the U.S. market, Zhao Fusheng’s goal naturally focused on the domestic market.

It wasn’t that Zhao Fusheng was particularly patriotic; it was just that, in his memory, he knew more about China’s future domestic situation than about foreign conditions.

After all, in his previous life, he was just an ordinary person. To put it bluntly, as an ordinary Chinese who had rarely been abroad and could only learn about the outside world through the Internet and snippets from his social circle, if he were to venture into the U.S., even with fifty billion dollars, he couldn’t guarantee that his decisions would be correct.

This was an indisputable fact.

Zhao Fusheng never underestimated himself, but he also never overestimated himself. He clearly knew his own level and what he relied on.

Know yourself and know your enemy, and you will never be defeated.

Do not fight a battle without certainty—this is a truth passed down from our ancestors.

There are many opportunities, especially for Zhao Fusheng. With so many trump cards in his hand, he simply didn’t need to take risks.