Chapter 1757: Hope of Listing

The pleasures of the boudoir are naturally not to be shared with outsiders.

It's often said that men are creatures driven by their lower halves. Actually, this statement isn't entirely true—men only think entirely with their lower halves when they encounter a woman they truly like.

Whether it's because of beauty or something else, that's correct.

Of course, some people are more philandering, while others are more devoted.

There's no helping that; it's just individual cases.

Zhao Fusheng was naturally the devoted type.

Over the years, he had long grown accustomed to Fan Baobao being by his side, just as she had grown accustomed to his presence.

Young husband and wife, old age companions.

Zhao Fusheng felt that this saying truly applied to him and Fan Baobao.

Speaking of which, Zhao Fusheng sometimes wondered if he had been too aggressive lately, always willing to argue with those bad people.

In the past, he might have simply ignored them.

But now, he thought about teaching them a lesson.

Environment changes people.

That was the conclusion Zhao Fusheng had reached after careful thought.

He was still the same person, but now his status had changed, and so had his attitude toward injustices.

In the past, he had endured everything, always choosing harmony and patience.

Even in his previous life, he wouldn't have fought back unless he was pushed too far.

But now, with tens of billions in assets, surrounded by people at his beck and call,

Under such circumstances, Zhao Fusheng subconsciously no longer intended to tolerate certain people and things.

He didn't know if this was good or bad, but Zhao Fusheng felt that teaching those guys a lesson made him happy.

Nothing is more important than his own happiness.

That was one of Zhao Fusheng's current mottos.

So, he quickly put the whole matter aside.

Since Fan Baobao didn't plan to appear in Brother Shanzheng's new movie, Zhao Fusheng lost interest in following the production.

Investment, forming the crew, preparing for filming.

A series of tasks unfolded methodically. Zhao Fusheng's thinking was simple: he didn't care about the process, only the result.

What the movie turned out like didn't matter—that was for the director, screenwriter, and actors to consider. As an investor, he only looked at the returns.

"Tell him to go ahead and shoot without worry."

Zhao Fusheng said into the phone to Ye Jing on the other end: "The company will handle any issues; he just needs to focus on making the movie well."

Xu Shanzheng and Jiang Wen were different after all.

The former had a personal friendship with Zhao Fusheng and a good relationship with Ye Jing. More importantly, he was a well-known director and actor in China.

With such status, no matter how Jiang Wen messed around, someone would clean up after him.

But Xu Shanzheng was different.

To be honest, he wasn't a friend from Zhao Fusheng's humble beginnings, nor was he close to Ye Jing. In short, he was just an ordinary actor under Future Film and Television.

Now, directing for the first time, with an investment of over ten million,

It would be a lie to say he wasn't nervous.

So, Zhao Fusheng naturally had to give him some reassurance.

Of course, that was what he said. If the movie really lost money, Brother Shanzheng would certainly be affected.

But no one would be foolish enough to say that outright, making everyone uncomfortable.

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"Do you really think that script is good?"

A few days later, Ye Jing sat in Zhao Fusheng's office and asked him.

Zhao Fusheng laughed: "Of course. Why else do you think I invested?"

"Alright."

Ye Jing shrugged and nodded helplessly.

He had never been able to understand Zhao Fusheng's thinking. When it came to investment, whether in movies or other areas, the guy was stubborn and always had his own theories.

But you had to admit that his approach always seemed to win out.

That was probably what they called talent.

"I've made inquiries," Ye Jing said to Zhao Fusheng. "The news about the ChiNext board is almost certainly true. Barring any surprises, it should launch after the Olympics next year."

"That soon."

Zhao Fusheng was somewhat surprised, frowning slightly. "If that's the case, we need to speed up our preparations."

"Yes."

Ye Jing nodded. "At the very least, the company's financial statements must look good; otherwise, it will be hard to pass the review."

Regarding listing on the ChiNext board, all subsidiaries of the Future Group were considering it. After careful deliberation, Zhao Fusheng decided to let Future Film and Television test the waters first.

Actually, the most suitable candidate was Future Advertising, but Zheng Yao was always cautious about listing. In her view, if they were going to list, they had to be fully prepared.

A hasty listing would not bring good results for the company; instead, it could easily affect normal operations.

This was no joke. Everyone thought listing was a good thing—raising more funds, doing more projects—but the problem was that after listing, the company's risks increased, and all activities would be subject to more scrutiny.

For those who liked to meddle, a listed company provided just such an opportunity.

On this point, Zhao Fusheng and Zheng Yao were in agreement.

In Zhao Fusheng's words, this company could only belong to him; he wouldn't allow others to nitpick his strategies.

If pushed too far, he would dare to delist!

"Speaking of which, is that why you agreed to let me invest in Xu Shanzheng?"

Zhao Fusheng suddenly remembered something and asked Ye Jing with a smile.

Ye Jing nodded, not denying it, and said frankly: "Yes. For us, this is the best opportunity. It would be a shame to miss it."

As someone who had invested a lot of effort into Future Film and Television, the company was like his dream. Ye Jing naturally hoped it could go public.

That would not only mean raising more funds but also signify his own success.

"Yes, missing it would be a pity."

Zhao Fusheng smiled but said nothing more.

He knew very well that the reason many companies faced operational difficulties after listing was that their managers, intoxicated by success, wanted more and took increasingly bigger steps.

But for him, that wouldn't happen.

Because from start to finish, Zhao Fusheng had never thought of blindly expanding the company after listing.

He had even considered selling his shares once they became tradable after listing.

That's right!

Sell them!

Mark Cuban, owner of the Dallas Mavericks, had always been Zhao Fusheng's idol.

In Zhao Fusheng's view, the meaning of hard work was to enjoy life.

Once his material life was sufficiently rich, he naturally wanted to give up this busy lifestyle.

"Discuss with Zheng Yao and try to make Future Film and Television's financial statements look better starting from the end of the year," Zhao Fusheng said to Ye Jing. "The company will fully cooperate with you."

"Okay."

Ye Jing nodded and then left Zhao Fusheng's office.

In fact, both he and Zhao Fusheng knew that there was no need to worry too much about Future Film and Television's listing. The company's performance was already good, and it had been consistently profitable over the years with no negative assets. If a company with such good credit and promising development prospects couldn't pass the CSRC's review, then Zhao Fusheng would have to say that some people up there really had problems with their eyesight.

Moreover, Zhao Fusheng knew one more thing.

"Iron Man" was about to be released in North America. This movie would bring huge profits to Marvel. As one of the partners, Future Film and Television would benefit greatly, as one could imagine.

It was like the future successes of "Wolf Warrior" and "The Monkey King," even including "Ne Zha." The box office explosions of these films were certainly due to their quality, but there were also backstage promoters.

The power of capital is far beyond ordinary people's imagination.

For example, when the Wang brothers fell from grace a decade later, it was actually a game between the authorities and capital.

Facts have proven that in this land of China, those with power are more formidable than those with money.

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The National Day holiday was approaching. Since it was a long holiday, Zhao Fusheng discussed with Fan Baobao whether to go out for a few days.

But Fan Baobao turned him down.

"Why?"

Zhao Fusheng looked at her puzzled. "Isn't going out something you've always wanted?"

"I have to act."

Fan Baobao shook her head. "After the National Day, I have to go back to the People's Art Theatre. I'll be rehearsing a new play then. How would I have time to go out?"

Then she smiled and said, "We can move in the next few days. Wu Sijie called me and said the formaldehyde test was fine, and the house over there is ready for us to move in."

Zhao Fusheng thought for a moment and shook his head. "Let's do this: you go take another look and redecorate. I don't like the furniture they used before."

He preferred to use things he was accustomed to. He felt that the furniture provided by the developer was probably of average quality.

Fan Baobao didn't mind and agreed with Zhao Fusheng, nodding in acceptance.

For them, moving wasn't a big deal. Since they became wealthy, they had bought over a dozen properties in the capital alone.

In Fan Baobao's own words, even if Zhao Fusheng went bankrupt one day, they could still live a good life on rental income.

Zhao Fusheng had nothing to say to that; he felt that this wife of his sometimes really deserved a spanking.