Chapter 1728: Going Home

Things in this world have always had gains and losses, advantages and disadvantages.

Listing a company can certainly raise more funds and accelerate its development, but it also gives external forces an opportunity to interfere in the company's affairs.

Zhao Fusheng didn't believe Zheng Yao didn't understand this principle.

It was just that the matter of the Growth Enterprise Market had excited her too much, blinding her to the risks.

Now, Zhao Fusheng's words instantly woke her up.

"I'll be more cautious."

After a moment of silence, Zheng Yao said to Zhao Fusheng seriously.

Zhao Fusheng hummed in acknowledgment, then asked, "You've arranged things for Zhang Ziyan, right?"

"Yes, Zhang Qian arranged a plastic surgeon for her to get a new identity, and then she can start a new life."

Zheng Yao smiled and said, "But why are you so concerned about her? Could it be that you..."

Zhao Fusheng sighed helplessly: "You need to know when to joke. Her life has been miserable enough; there's no need to involve her in what's coming next."

After a pause, Zhao Fusheng added, "Besides, I'm not interested in those who lack size and fullness."

Ah?

Zheng Yao was taken aback, then noticed Zhao Fusheng's choice of words.

Size?

Fullness?

Holy crap!

Such bold and apt wording instantly made Zheng Yao lose her composure.

"Hey, what's wrong with you?" Zheng Yao said helplessly to Zhao Fusheng. "Now that you have a child, you've become shameless, haven't you?"

Zhao Fusheng laughed heartily: "You're over thirty, don't tell me you don't understand what I'm saying?"

Then he sighed: "Not to mention Dong Chenxi, you too, you should find a boyfriend soon. You can't stay single forever."

His answer was Zheng Yao hanging up the phone without hesitation.

"..."

Holding his phone, Zhao Fusheng sighed. Some things, after all, others couldn't say much about.

Even though they were friends, there were some things he couldn't say too much about.

...

...

Time passed quickly. After gathering with friends in the capital, a few days later, Zhao Fusheng took Fan Beibei and set off back to Ninghai.

As the chairman's assistant, Wu Sijie naturally followed Zhao Fusheng.

"How is Miss Dong's matter going?"

Sitting in the soft sleeper compartment, Zhao Fusheng casually asked Wu Sijie.

"It's been handled," Wu Sijie quickly replied. "The news should be spreading by now; Miss Dong should already know."

Zhao Fusheng nodded: "Don't interfere with the follow-up. She will make her own choices, understand?"

"Yes, Chairman." Wu Sijie bowed in agreement.

Looking at him, Zhao Fusheng seemed to want to say something but stopped. After thinking for a moment, he finally didn't speak and waved his hand: "Go get some rest."

By then, the train had begun to pick up speed. Although high-speed rail hadn't appeared yet, it was already much faster than ordinary trains. Sitting in the soft sleeper compartment, Zhao Fusheng chatted with Fan Beibei, and time passed quickly.

The little girl was still young; after playing for a while, she got tired and fell asleep on the bed.

Zhao Fusheng wasn't in a hurry. At that time, PDAs weren't widespread, and smartphones weren't interesting. To be honest, children didn't have many forms of entertainment.

Because the signal was poor, Zhao Fusheng couldn't work, so he simply stepped out of the soft sleeper compartment and looked at the scenery outside the window.

"Chairman."

Seeing Zhao Fusheng come out, Chen Zhen and the others, who were sitting at the door protecting his safety, stood up.

He waved for them to sit down and smiled: "I'm just looking around; don't mind me."

He also knew that these people were concerned for his safety. After all, at his level, caution couldn't hurt.

This wasn't a joke; if something really happened, it would be too late for regrets.

For example, a Hong Kong movie star who played gangsters all his life—his brother was even a deputy commissioner of the Hong Kong Police Force—still got stabbed and ended up in the hospital.

As a public figure, it's best to understand the principle of not standing under a dangerous wall.

"Okay."

Chen Zhen verbally agreed, but still nodded to his companions, and soon someone stood near the compartment door.

There weren't many passengers in the entire carriage, not because there were no passengers, but because Wu Sijie had bought all the soft sleeper tickets in the carriage. Since there was no ID-based ticket purchase at the time, it didn't matter.

Zhao Fusheng knew about his arrangement and didn't mind. To be honest, Wu Sijie was indeed very clever, good at gauging his boss's intentions. If such a person entered officialdom, he would definitely rise quickly.

"Old Chen, have you heard of high-speed rail?"

Zhao Fusheng suddenly asked Chen Zhen a question.

Chen Zhen was taken aback, then shook his head: "I've never heard of it. As you know, I haven't read much, and in these two years following you, I haven't had the chance to read either."

He was honest, and his words were sincere.

These people from the military had that kind of character—they spoke plainly and never lied.

If you really asked them to lie, it would probably be harder than killing someone.

"High-speed rail is a wonderful thing..."

Zhao Fusheng explained the benefits of high-speed rail and finally said with a smile: "Although it can't shorten the distance between two places, it's a wonderful thing that can reduce travel time. I really don't understand why those experts always think it's no good."

This was no joke; discussions about China's high-speed rail had actually started long ago.

Just this year, the British Financial Times, citing informed sources, reported that the Chinese Academy of Sciences had submitted a report urging relevant parties to reassess the large-scale high-speed rail construction plan.

The report worried that China might not be able to afford such a massive high-speed rail construction plan and that the high-speed rail network might not be practical. It also said that the level of debt incurred to promote China's high-speed rail construction had reached an unsustainable level.

High-speed rail refers to trains traveling at speeds exceeding 250 kilometers per hour, about twice the speed of conventional trains. According to currently published plans, China has approved the construction of a 16,000-kilometer high-speed rail network by 2020, serving over 90% of China's population.

In the view of foreign media, this was part of a stimulus plan.

As for other news, there was even more, including many domestic experts loudly proclaiming how high-speed rail damages the environment and wastes national financial, material, and human resources.

But as someone who had personally experienced the convenience of high-speed rail, Zhao Fusheng felt that these experts really ought to be taken out and shot for a minute.

Yes, bullets were needed to clear their minds, so they would stop talking nonsense all day and wasting taxpayers' food.

This was no joke; it was the truth.

"Maybe the experts have other considerations," Chen Zhen said hesitantly to Zhao Fusheng.

He was not well-educated. In Chen Zhen's worldview, experts were learned people, cultured people. Since they said so, there must be a reason.

Zhao Fusheng sighed. This was why he was annoyed with those so-called experts.

In China, there was always a group of people who liked to crown themselves as representatives of public opinion, calling themselves professionals, and under the guise of experts, they made bold and irresponsible remarks.

For these people, they often didn't care about right or wrong, only whether their status as experts was recognized.

As for the impact of their remarks, sorry, that was not within their consideration.

"What's wrong, Chairman?"

Sensing Zhao Fusheng's low spirits, Chen Zhen asked him in confusion.

Zhao Fusheng gave a wry smile: "Old Chen, think about it. If your home were in Ninghai and you had the financial means, would you rather take a three-day-two-night green train or a one-day-one-night high-speed rail?"

"Huh?"

Chen Zhen was startled: "Of course high-speed rail."

Then he hesitated: "Is it really that fast? Won't it be dangerous?"

Clearly, he still didn't quite believe it.

Zhao Fusheng shrugged: "History will prove everything."

That was the only answer he could think of.

Chen Zhen was somewhat puzzled, not quite understanding why his boss reacted so strongly to this matter, as if he were lamenting something.

Everyone has their own secrets, and Zhao Fusheng was no exception, except that his secret was a bit bigger than others'.

……

……

"Sister!"

When getting off the train, Fan Beibei saw her sister and rushed out, throwing herself into Fan Baobao's arms.

Fan Baobao smiled, holding her sister's head: "You little girl, I feel like you've gained weight?"

"Not at all." The little girl giggled, looking delighted.

At her age, she didn't yet know what disadvantages being fat had for a girl.

Zhao Fusheng smiled at Fan Baobao: "Why are you here? Where's our daughter?"

"She went shopping with her grandmother and grandma."

Fan Baobao shrugged: "Our mothers said they want to buy groceries and cook at home."

Zhao Fusheng nodded and said nothing more.

He could understand the elders' thoughts. Perhaps for them, the best way to welcome a child who had been working hard away from home was not to go to a restaurant for delicacies, but to cook a home-style meal at home with their own hands.

In his previous life, Zhao Fusheng didn't understand this truth until after his parents passed away.

Now, he cherished the time spent with his parents immensely.

People are like that—they often don't know how to cherish when they have something, only to regret it after losing it. So we often toss and turn in our dreams, longing to live again to make up for those regrets.

This is a very sad thing.

So sad that some people spend their entire lives in remorse.

"Let's go, we're going home."

Getting into the car, Zhao Fusheng said to Fan Baobao with a smile.

He was now extremely eager to see his daughter and his parents, because only by their side could he prove that he was not dreaming, but truly living in this world.