Chapter 1735 A Little Thought

Zhao Fusheng really didn't have much ambition for the Korean market.

This wasn't a joke.

It was a genuine consideration.

It wasn't that he thought there were no business opportunities there, but rather that he felt the ties between the government agencies and the chaebols were too close.

In other words, if Future Advertising entered the Korean market, no matter who they cooperated with, they would eventually get entangled in Korea's political struggles.

In such an environment, a foreign company getting involved in political struggles would undoubtedly be courting death.

Zhao Fusheng didn't want the hard-won foothold he had established in Korea to be destroyed.

He chose to enter the Korean market to make money; if the risk of losing money was the price for Future Advertising to enter Korea, Zhao Fusheng didn't think it was a good choice.

"Won't you reconsider?"

Zheng Yao was still a bit unwilling to give up and asked Zhao Fusheng.

Zhao Fusheng smiled and nodded: "Really, no need to reconsider."

He had actually considered this matter long ago.

The answer was beyond doubt.

"Alright then."

Zheng Yao nodded. Having worked with Zhao Fusheng for a long time, she naturally understood his personality—once he set his mind on something, unless he himself changed his mind, he wouldn't easily change course.

"If there's nothing else, I'll head back first."

Zhao Fusheng smiled and said to Zheng Yao: "In the coming period, our work focus should be on how to digest internal resources. Next year is the Olympic year; I think it might be a good development opportunity."

"Hmm?"

Zheng Yao was startled and looked at Zhao Fusheng with some surprise. She sensed something different in his words.

This guy seemed to be planning something big!

But Zhao Fusheng didn't look like he intended to elaborate, so Zheng Yao didn't press further.

That was his personality—if he didn't want to talk about something, no matter how much you asked, he wouldn't say. If he wanted to talk, he would tell you even if you didn't ask.

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Leaving the company headquarters, Zhao Fusheng went home; he planned to spend time with his daughter.

Company matters were naturally handled by a group of subordinates—that was probably the biggest perk of being the boss.

As for Ye Jing calling to say there were a few good scripts and hoping to put his name on them, Zhao Fusheng agreed directly.

This was very common in the film and television industry.

In the film and television circle, there was never a shortage of good scripts, but only a few ever got produced.

What is a movie?

Essentially, a movie is a commodity.

Any film company invests in making movies for the purpose of making money.

Under such circumstances, if the author of a script was unknown, why would investors put their money in? Their money didn't come from the wind; rather than investing in a script with no reputation and uncertain prospects, they would rather invest in well-known screenwriters and directors, who at least had some box office appeal.

That was why a screenwriter like Zhao Fusheng, who had produced works with proven box office success, had such great appeal.

Just like his identity as a gold-medal planner.

It was said that a man who could forgive a woman's lies was a true man.

In fact, an investor who could forgive a screenwriter's lies was a truly good investor.

Although Future Film had Zhao Fusheng's capital as support, Ye Jing knew very well that whether for movies or TV dramas, risk sharing was the most appropriate approach.

Putting all eggs in one basket was undoubtedly a very foolish behavior for a business manager.

"Why are you back so early?"

Seeing Zhao Fusheng return, Fan Baobao asked with some surprise.

The biggest benefit of Li Yuan coming to the capital was that it freed Fan Baobao.

"Nothing much, so I came back." Zhao Fusheng smiled, playing with his precious daughter, then said to Fan Baobao: "Want to go out for dinner tonight?"

"Ah?"

Fan Baobao was taken aback, then smiled and nodded: "Sure, Zhou Yun just came back too, and I was thinking of having dinner with her."

Zhou Yun had taken her child to visit her parents a few days ago and had just returned.

"Okay."

Zhao Fusheng nodded. He actually didn't really want to see Jiang Wen, because that guy would definitely drag him into discussing scripts.

To be honest, Zhao Fusheng wasn't very interested in the film and television circle right now.

This might be the emptiness after achieving a certain level of success. At this point, Zhao Fusheng felt a kind of reluctance to strive.

He didn't know what mindset those predecessors had when they reached his level, but at least for now, Zhao Fusheng enjoyed the time spent with his family more.

"What's wrong?"

Seeing Zhao Fusheng's reaction, Fan Baobao found it strange. She frowned slightly and asked him casually.

Zhao Fusheng shook his head: "Nothing. I'll have Wu Sijie book the restaurant."

"Okay." Fan Baobao laughed: "I'm not planning to bring our daughter; I bet Zhou Yun will be envious."

As a good friend, she knew that Zhou Yun was quite tired of taking care of the child. It was said that a pregnancy made a woman three years dumber; for women, spending several years taking care of a child was no easy task.

Men probably found it hard to understand this feeling, because for most men, their joy ended with having the child; the rest had nothing to do with them.

Few husbands paid attention to raising children; they cared more about work and earning money to support the family.

There was nothing wrong with that, but for wives, taking care of a child was not that simple.

Many people always thought that with the man working outside and the woman managing the home, cooking, doing housework, and taking care of the child every day wasn't really hard. But in fact, this was a misconception.

Only those who had actually taken care of a child knew how 'terrifying' a little kid could be.

They don't listen when told, don't understand when they hear, don't do when they understand, and don't say when they do.

That was the state of most children.

"Alright, don't tease her." Zhao Fusheng shook his head helplessly and said to Fan Baobao: "Seriously, now that your mom helps watch the child and Beibei can take care of herself, would you consider occasionally acting for fun?"

"Acting?"

Fan Baobao tilted her head, thought for a moment, and finally shook her head: "Forget it, I prefer performing in stage plays."

Stage plays?

This time it was Zhao Fusheng's turn to be surprised.

He really hadn't expected that Fan Baobao would come to enjoy performing in stage plays.

"Wait, are you serious?" Zhao Fusheng asked Fan Baobao: "Why the sudden interest in stage plays?"

Fan Baobao laughed: "Stage plays have more flexible time, and I think they can better hone my acting skills, plus I can interact with the audience."

Zhao Fusheng looked at her; he really hadn't expected her to have such thoughts.

All along, in his impression, Fan Baobao's career ambition wasn't very strong.

Part of that was due to him, and part was her own issue.

Zhao Fusheng didn't really mind, after all, the family didn't rely on her to earn money. But since she treated it as a hobby, Zhao Fusheng could understand.

Everyone should have something they like to do; Fan Baobao was no exception.

"Whatever you like."

Zhao Fusheng smiled: "But you still need to keep your name on the shareholder list at Alibaba."

"Ah?"

Hearing this, Fan Baobao was startled, a bit confused, then remembered that Zhao Fusheng had made her a shareholder of Alibaba back then.

Directors and shareholders were not the same thing; there were differences between the two.

There were many differences, all common financial knowledge. In short, most of the time, shareholders also served as directors of the company, and in rare cases, they would appoint someone to act as their director.

If that happened, even if the person had no shares in the company, as long as they were the proxy, they could participate in the company's daily management.

It was like Fan Baobao's situation now: as a shareholder of Alibaba, she appointed Future Investment as her proxy to make all decisions on her behalf in the company.

Her proxy could also be called a professional manager.

"How about I transfer the shares to you?" Fan Baobao thought for a moment and said to Zhao Fusheng.

She really didn't know what use holding these shares was.