Chapter 1481: An Unknown Call

Zhao Fusheng had never been a ruthless person. Although he often said that in business one must be cold-hearted and not have the weakness of a woman, from the very start of his entrepreneurial journey, he had never truly intended to become a cruel and merciless individual.

Even now, with a net worth of several billion, he remained the same.

In Zhao Fusheng's view, cherishing old ties was never a bad thing. If a person became so successful that they ended up with no friends, the price of that success was far too high.

This was precisely why, despite knowing that Dong Guoxiang and others lacked sufficient capability, Zhao Fusheng still let them hold high positions in the Future Group.

After all, he couldn't be someone with no one to share the joy of success with.

Fan Baobao could probably understand Zhao Fusheng's thinking on this matter.

As for others, they likely had no clear idea.

Thus, everyone was curious why the top leadership of the Future Group were all people who had followed Zhao Fusheng since the Ninghai days.

Many believed it was because Zhao Fusheng only trusted those who came from Ninghai Normal University.

Zhao Fusheng never deliberately explained this. Partly it was to save face for Dong Chenxi and the others, and partly he felt there was no need to explain.

The innocent are self-evident; some things only get darker the more you try to whitewash them, making it utterly pointless.

One had to admit that Zhao Fusheng's appearance at the group headquarters had a significant effect. At the very least, the entire Future Group had undergone many changes recently.

Employees were more dedicated to their work, and middle and senior management had clear goals.

That was probably the motivation they needed.

"See? I told you this method would work."

Zhao Fusheng sat at home, looking over documents, and said with a smile to Fan Baobao beside him.

Fan Baobao chuckled: "Oh, come on. This is what they call 'heavy rewards bring brave men.' I think your company's management is all just waiting to go public and become shareholders."

Zhao Fusheng nodded: "Yeah, none of them are fools. They're all sharp as a tack."

Fan Baobao hesitated for a moment, then asked Zhao Fusheng: "Are you really planning to let the subsidiary go public?"

Clearly, she had some reservations about this decision.

But as Zhao Fusheng's wife, she would fully support any decision her husband made.

Zhao Fusheng nodded and explained to Fan Baobao the same reasons he had given Zheng Yao and the others. Finally, he said: "There's definitely no harm in this. It's just that during the actual operation, we need to be careful about many things."

Fan Baobao remained silent. She didn't know much about finance, but she was somewhat aware of the domestic environment.

"Alright, don't worry. I have it under control." Zhao Fusheng saw her worried expression and smiled to reassure her.

Fan Baobao knew that no matter how much she worried, she couldn't help Zhao Fusheng much; in fact, it would only add to his troubles. So she nodded and proactively cut some fruit for him, placing it on the coffee table.

Watching Fan Baobao leave, Zhao Fusheng sat there, silent for a long time.

In truth, he had made this decision out of necessity.

The Future Group had reached a bottleneck stage. To develop further, they had to find a new path.

Or, more precisely, to motivate his team to work harder, Zhao Fusheng needed to offer some kind of incentive.

And obviously, going public was a very attractive proposition.

Men die for wealth, birds die for food; the same went for those high-level white-collar workers.

Although these people always liked to talk about ideals and the future, always liked to dress themselves in romance, they could never truly hide their materialistic hearts.

Given that, the IPO plan Zhao Fusheng had put forward would undoubtedly appeal to many.

Of course, Zhao Fusheng couldn't say these things too explicitly. After all, everyone needed to save face, and appearances had to be maintained.

In simple terms, one shouldn't be too greedy in their approach.

"Petty bourgeois are all like this."

Zhao Fusheng glanced at the internal report and muttered to himself.

Although he didn't like having so many petty bourgeois under his command, that didn't stop Zhao Fusheng from using these people to make money for him.

Money itself has no attributes; only those with ill intentions define it as good or bad.

As a certain great detective said, only the poor care deeply about money.

The rich, on the other hand, think about how to become richer.

While this doesn't represent the thoughts of most people, at least Zhao Fusheng thought so.

Money is a bastard; spend it and earn it again.

Although it sounds a bit vulgar, Zhao Fusheng believed there was some truth to it.

Only in his previous life, he never had the chance to earn more.

Since he had promised to give his family happiness in this life, he would certainly work hard to achieve it.

People who make careless promises without thinking are usually not responsible.

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Putting company matters aside, Zhao Fusheng spent most of his time, besides accompanying Fan Baobao, studying the materials of his subsidiaries.

Whether it was Future Advertising or Future Film and Television, including personnel resumes, especially for middle and senior management, Zhao Fusheng had Wu Sijie prepare a copy for him.

As the boss, he naturally needed to have a clear understanding of his employees.

Of course, Zhao Fusheng also had another purpose: he hoped to screen out talented and capable people for his own use.

But unfortunately, such things were not easy to come by.

After reading materials for a full week, Zhao Fusheng still hadn't found any names familiar from his previous life.

It is said that talented people are like awls in a bag—they can't be hidden. Thinking carefully, it was true; if someone truly capable existed, how could they never have emerged in the Future Group?

"Still have to wait."

Zhao Fusheng muttered to himself, sighed, shook his head, and stood up.

He planned to go out for a walk to clear his mind.

Today was August 16th. Fan Baobao and Zhao's mother, led by Zhou Yun, went shopping to buy some baby supplies. According to Zhao Fusheng, there was no need to rush, as the baby was still months away from birth, but women at this time wouldn't listen to others' opinions, so he had to let them go.

Before they left, Zhao Fusheng still had Hu Donghai take some people to follow them, just in case of any accidents.

Buzz buzz buzz!

The phone on the table suddenly rang.

Zhao Fusheng glanced at the caller ID and found it was an unfamiliar number.

Frowning slightly, Zhao Fusheng found it strange. After all, this was his private number; unless it was someone very familiar, few people knew this number.

Given his different status now, Zhao Fusheng couldn't publicize his phone number. Generally, the phone number he made public was handled by his assistant Wu Sijie.

But now, obviously, the owner of this unfamiliar number should know him.

"Who is it?"

Muttering to himself, Zhao Fusheng picked up the phone and pressed the answer button.

"Hello, is this Chairman Zhao?"

After a long pause, a somewhat hesitant voice came from the other end.

Zhao Fusheng listened, feeling that he had heard it somewhere before, sounding familiar.