Chapter 1694: Easy Days

Zhao Fusheng was quite satisfied with Song Qian, at least when it came to dealing with children, she was very clever.

When they got into the car, Fan Beibei and Song Qian weren't very familiar with each other, but by the time they got out, the two had already become good friends.

This was something most people couldn't achieve.

Affinity, as a concept, sounds simple but is sometimes quite mysterious. Some people might never understand why others always keep their distance from them. Others, even at a first meeting, can soon become close friends with whom they can talk about anything.

At the very least, Zhao Fusheng felt that compared to Song Qian, he was slightly lacking.

This girl truly had exceptional qualities; no wonder she would later become a huge hit in China.

That's right, Song Qian debuted in South Korea in a group called f(x), which had five members including herself. Later, because the youngest member fell in love and resolutely chose to leave the group to pursue her own path, the group was essentially abandoned by SM Entertainment. Song Qian herself had previously participated in a Korean idol dating show, gained some popularity, and then chose to return to China to develop her career. Unexpectedly, she became quite popular.

After all, having undergone systematic idol training in South Korea, her quality was certainly higher than that of domestic idols who grew up without such training.

Whether it was variety show sense, stage presence, or even singing ability, she was slightly stronger.

This was fully reflected in several others who had returned from Korea.

Sometimes, even if we are unwilling to admit it, we have to say that the Korean approach of turning idols into commodities is indeed worth learning from for domestic entertainment companies.

At the very least, their artists, even standing alone on stage, could hold their own.

And ours...

Heh...

Zhao Fusheng sometimes couldn't even be bothered to complain, because it was just too exasperating.

If a person doesn't even feel like cursing you, what kind of feeling is that?

"Brother, come quick!"

Fan Beibei called out loudly to Zhao Fusheng. She was very excited now. They were at Samsung Everland, an amusement park under the Samsung Group, a very famous place in South Korea.

It seemed Song Qian had done her homework.

"Brother is tired. Let Sister Song Qian play with you," Zhao Fusheng waved his hand and said to Fan Beibei with a smile.

"Alright..."

The little girl was a bit disappointed, but then she pulled Song Qian and walked off into the distance.

Zhao Fusheng smiled and said to Chen Zhen, "Have someone keep a close eye on them."

"Yes, Chairman."

Chen Zhen nodded immediately. He knew how important Fan Beibei was to Zhao Fusheng. If anything happened to this little miss, Zhao Fusheng would be furious.

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"Chairman, are you really not going to see President Liang?" Wu Sijie didn't go to play either; instead, he sat beside Zhao Fusheng.

"Why would I see him?" Zhao Fusheng smiled and waved his hand. "Don't overthink it. I told you, this summer vacation is mainly about taking Beibei around."

This was his true feeling, because Zhao Fusheng was really tired now and had no intention of getting involved in company matters. He planned to relax and give himself a break.

It wasn't that he didn't value the development of Hanxing Investment or didn't think highly of Liang Jingyu. Entrusting such a large subsidiary to him meant Zhao Fusheng trusted him. But Zhao Fusheng now believed he couldn't put all his energy into making money.

The purpose of making money is to live well, not to become richer.

This sentence might sound a bit obscure, but if you think about it carefully, it really makes sense.

"You mean..." Wu Sijie looked at Zhao Fusheng, somewhat puzzled by his words. In his mind, a super-rich person like Zhao Fusheng should be extremely busy, constantly on the go. How could he suddenly decide to take two months off?

"Let me ask you a question."

Zhao Fusheng seemed to see Wu Sijie's confusion and said to him with a smile.

"Go ahead," Wu Sijie quickly nodded.

He deeply admired Zhao Fusheng. Starting from scratch, he had amassed so much wealth in just a few years. He was a living legend.

Everyone has a dream of starting a business, especially young people, who are full of beautiful hopes for the future and eager to make achievements. But not everyone has the ability to do so.

But Zhao Fusheng had done it. At least in Wu Sijie's eyes, everything his boss had achieved was something that most people, even most people in the world, couldn't accomplish.

Someone like this was willing to share his experience, and Wu Sijie wished Zhao Fusheng would say more.

"What is the purpose of making money?"

Looking at Wu Sijie, Zhao Fusheng smiled faintly and asked calmly.

"The purpose of making money?"

Wu Sijie thought for a moment, frowning deeply. After a long while, he said cautiously, "The purpose of making money is naturally to make our lives better and freer. At least, we don't have to feel embarrassed when we want to eat something or buy something. We don't have to let our parents, wives, and children worry about life."

"Good."

Zhao Fusheng nodded with satisfaction. Wu Sijie's ability to think of this showed that he was indeed a good person.

Many people make money just for eating, drinking, and having fun, without considering their families. If Wu Sijie's answer had been like that, Zhao Fusheng would have unhesitatingly chosen to abandon him and find a new assistant.

Because if a person gives up on their family, they don't deserve to be called a person.

"But think about it: since our purpose in making money is to make ourselves and our families live better, what's the point if we lose our families while making money?" Zhao Fusheng looked at Wu Sijie and said calmly.

"Many people always say they're busy and have no time. Actually, that's just an excuse. Whether rich or poor, time can be squeezed out if you really try."

Wu Sijie fell silent. At this moment, he naturally understood what Zhao Fusheng meant.

"The purpose of making money is to keep ourselves from becoming slaves to money." Zhao Fusheng patted Wu Sijie on the shoulder. "I've already made a lot of money, so now I'm going to start thinking more about myself and my family."

This was the result of his long and careful consideration.

Relying on his foresight, he had accumulated a huge fortune—one that many people couldn't spend in several lifetimes—and this money could continue to appreciate.

Under such circumstances, how should he choose?

Zhao Fusheng felt that spending more time with his family and living more comfortably was the most enjoyable thing for him.

As for the rest, was it really that important?

"Alright, I'm going to play for a while. You think it over slowly."

Zhao Fusheng laughed, stood up, and walked toward where Song Qian and Fan Beibei were, leaving Wu Sijie deep in thought.

He wasn't feeding Wu Sijie chicken soup for the soul; this was genuinely how he felt.

Sometimes we do feel that life is very hard, always thinking that we're so busy we're about to suffocate for the sake of living.

But that doesn't mean we should give up enjoying the beauty in life.

Even just taking a walk in the park with family can be a wonderful enjoyment for the whole family.

Focusing only on work, being too tired to say a word to family—it sounds pitiful, but in reality, is there really no time to say even one sentence?

It's just a tacit understanding.

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It had to be admitted that children's energy was sometimes really exasperating.

Fan Beibei had played at Everland for an entire morning without feeling tired at all. Even Zhao Fusheng was out of breath, but she still looked full of energy.

"Beibei, Beibei, I can't go on. Let me rest for a while." Zhao Fusheng finally couldn't hold on anymore and begged for mercy.

Tilting her head to look at Zhao Fusheng, Fan Beibei snorted, "Brother is so dumb..."

Zhao Fusheng was speechless for a moment and rolled his eyes, thinking, How dare you say that? But when he saw her eagerly eyeing the Ferris wheel in the distance, he decided to keep his mouth shut.

Song Qian, perhaps because she was trained in dance, showed no signs of fatigue.

"Um, Xiao Song, you play with her. I won't go."

Zhao Fusheng said to Song Qian.

"Okay, Mr. Zhao." Song Qian quickly nodded.

After spending the day together, she had grown quite fond of Fan Beibei. The child was polite and well-behaved, always saying thank you for everything she did, without any of the haughty attitude typical of rich kids. She was truly endearing.

In a sense, Song Qian felt that this child even had the potential to become a star.

Of course, she was just thinking about it.

Are you kidding? Someone of her status becoming a star?

Even people like Lee Soo-man and Kim Young-min had to curry favor with Mr. Zhao. How could a family like that let their child become a star?

Watching Song Qian and Fan Beibei head toward the Ferris wheel, Zhao Fusheng showed a helpless smile, walked to the rest area, and found Wu Sijie, who was busy with a laptop doing who knows what.

"What are you doing?" Zhao Fusheng asked casually, seeing Wu Sijie still busy.

"It's documents from Future Investment. I'm filing them for you," Wu Sijie replied.

"Okay, I'll read them tonight."

Although he was on vacation, Zhao Fusheng still looked at the reports from the subsidiaries, as they concerned the decisions of each company. As chairman, he naturally needed to stay informed.

Taking a vacation didn't mean being a hands-off boss. If he completely let go of everything in the company, Zhao Fusheng would be too foolish.