Chapter 1760: Madness

The person Zhao Fusheng brought Liu Qiangdong to meet was, naturally, no big shot.

He took Liu Qiangdong to see Ye Jing.

The reason was simple: Zhao Fusheng wanted Jingdong Mall to provide some endorsements for Future Film.

Zhao Fusheng was always quite stingy, especially about things like this.

When Liu Qiangdong saw Ye Jing, he found it both amusing and exasperating, but he had to agree to Zhao Fusheng's request. After all, it wasn't a big deal; given his status, handling this matter was a trivial effort.

"Wait, you actually took Liu Qiangdong to solicit ads for Future Film?"

Dong Chenxi asked Zhao Fusheng the next day, her face full of surprise.

Zhao Fusheng nodded: "Of course, it's already settled."

"You're something else."

Dong Chenxi shook her head at Zhao Fusheng, speechless. This guy's thought process sometimes left one with nothing to say.

Anyone else wouldn't do something so boring; after all, as a bona fide wealthy man, no one would willingly lower themselves like that.

Only Zhao Fusheng actually seemed to enjoy it.

He was completely unaware of how mismatched this action was with his status.

"Future Investment shouldn't think about going public."

Zhao Fusheng said to Dong Chenxi with a smile: "I've thought it over; it's better for you to just be an investor."

Dong Chenxi rolled her eyes and couldn't be bothered to respond. His mind was always full of random ideas that sometimes made you want to punch him.

But she also understood that Zhao Fusheng was right.

Indeed, Future Investment was not suitable for going public.

Or rather, if Zhao Fusheng's earlier thoughts held true, it was better for Future Investment not to go public.

"But seriously, do you really have that much faith in Liu Qiangdong?"

Dong Chenxi asked Zhao Fusheng.

She genuinely didn't understand why Zhao Fusheng kept holding shares in Jingdong.

After all, according to the analysis of the investment experts under Future Investment, Jingdong's development prospects weren't very good.

Or to be more precise, even if there was room for growth, it wasn't substantial.

Zhao Fusheng chuckled: "What, you think Jingdong will have trouble going public?"

"Going public isn't a problem."

Dong Chenxi shook her head: "I just think it seems very difficult for it to reach Alibaba's level."

Although Liu Qiangdong was confident he could surpass Ma Xiaoyun, true industry insiders knew that between Alibaba and Jingdong, the former had far greater potential.

It was like comparing two children; even if the weaker one shouted loudly, the teachers knew who was truly stronger.

"Exactly."

Zhao Fusheng smiled and nodded: "But the question is, how many Alibabas are there in this world?"

Hmm?

Hearing Zhao Fusheng's words, Dong Chenxi's expression changed instantly.

She felt she understood what Zhao Fusheng meant.

In fact, as Zhao Fusheng said, there weren't many companies like Alibaba in the world.

For example, Facebook's development had always been praised, but in reality, among similar internet companies, only Facebook had grown big and strong; other small companies and websites had eventually disappeared into the river of history.

Clearly, this was a sad thing.

But we had to admit that the principle of 'one general's success costs ten thousand lives' also applied to the development of internet companies.

The success of an internet company meant stepping on the corpses of countless peers.

This was no joke!

Take Twitter as an example. In the original timeline, Twitter was hailed as the second Facebook, and all investors had high hopes for it. But what was the result?

Under Facebook's pressure, Twitter's living space was increasingly squeezed. In the end, Twitter's market value never surpassed Facebook's.

Not to mention becoming the second Facebook; Twitter's own development had stalled.

It was no exaggeration to say that all those who hoped Twitter would become the next Facebook had failed.

That was why Zhao Fusheng was willing to sell Twitter to Samsung.

Because he knew very well that this company was doomed to never grow strong.

Or to be more precise, Twitter's development was destined to become a nightmare that many investors would not want to recall.

Of course, for Lee Kun-hee, this deal was certainly not a loss.

He just made a bit less profit.

Zhao Fusheng didn't think he had cheated Lee Kun-hee; it was a mutual agreement. Samsung had gained benefits from him, and he had gotten what he wanted.

Mutual benefit.

That was how Zhao Fusheng saw it.

As for whether Lee Kun-hee would think the same years later, Zhao Fusheng didn't think it mattered.

He wasn't a god; matters many years later were best left to history to judge.

"I hope you're right."

Dong Chenxi was silent for a moment, then said to Zhao Fusheng with a smile.

Zhao Fusheng nodded, his face calm: "I believe in myself."

He had that confidence.

At the very least, his foresight was something no one else in the world possessed.

If, under these circumstances, he still hesitated and dared not act boldly, then Zhao Fusheng would really have to consider whether he was suited for business.

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Since Zhao Fusheng had made up his mind, Dong Chenxi naturally wouldn't question it. She and Zheng Yao had always been supporters of Zhao Fusheng, not opponents.

Earlier, she had just asked casually.

After all, as the head of Future Investment, she needed a clear understanding of the company's next steps.

Moreover, although the Jingdong shares were not insignificant, in Dong Chenxi's view, their actual value wasn't high.

Even if they eventually lost money, it would still be within an acceptable range.

That was confidence!

Why did many rich people get richer? Ultimately, it was because they could afford to lose.

For example, investing in ten projects.

The wealthy could cast a wide net; even if all those projects lost money, they would still dare to continue investing.

But for ordinary people, they might not have that courage.

You might lose money on one project, and suddenly all your funds were gone, leaving no chance to reinvest and turn things around.

That was the most awkward thing.

Yet it was the dilemma most ordinary people faced.

They couldn't afford to fail, or rather, they couldn't bear the cost of failure.

This was a sad story.

Zhao Fusheng had once been like that. In fact, when he started his business in this life, his extreme caution was partly due to this reason.

Now, Zhao Fusheng finally had the luxury to waste.

It was ridiculous, but also poignant.

Life often liked to play such jokes on us.

After saying goodbye to Dong Chenxi, Zhao Fusheng returned home, where he was greeted by Fan Baobao's weary eyes.

"What's wrong with you?"

Zhao Fusheng looked at Fan Baobao's strange expression and asked in confusion.

Fan Baobao lay weakly on the bed. Hearing this, she looked up at Zhao Fusheng: "Tired from filming."

"Ah?"

Zhao Fusheng was stunned for a moment, then laughed.

He hadn't seen Fan Baobao this exhausted in a long time. Since she got pregnant, she had seemed to let things slide, but now picking up acting again, she really looked the part.

"Still laughing? Come and give me a massage."

Fan Baobao said to Zhao Fusheng irritably.

She felt perfectly justified bossing her man around.

Zhao Fusheng smiled, not annoyed, and went over to Fan Baobao to massage her.

Of course, as he massaged, they naturally moved from the sofa to the bed.

What happened next is not for outsiders to know.

Zhao Fusheng could only say that if the People's Art Theatre needed donations, he would certainly be generous, thanking them for their contribution to his family's harmony.

After their lovemaking, the couple lay in each other's arms.

Caressing Fan Baobao's hair, Zhao Fusheng's face was full of tenderness. At that moment, he felt his life had no regrets.

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Zhao Fusheng's life had no regrets, but some people's days were not so good.

In a siheyuan in the capital.

Lee Jae-hyun and Lee Maeng-hee, father and son, sat facing each other.

Frowning deeply, Lee Jae-hyun said to his father: "Father, do you think Zhao Fusheng will cooperate with us?"

"Unlikely."

Lee Maeng-hee shook his head: "That man is too smart. Do you know what smart people mean?"

"What?"

Lee Jae-hyun asked, puzzled.

"The smarter a person is, the better they know how to seek advantage and avoid harm."

Lee Maeng-hee said calmly: "Now, anyone who isn't stupid knows that in this war between us and your uncle, we are the weaker side. Why do you think Zhao Fusheng would help the weak?"

Lee Jae-hyun remained silent; he had to admit his father's words made sense.

In fact, that was exactly the case.

In the Samsung inheritance struggle, he and his father were in a weak position.

After all, Lee Kun-hee had already taken control of Samsung. Even if his father united with other aunts and uncles, they couldn't shake Lee Kun-hee's position.

Ultimately, Lee Jae-hyun was just fighting for pride.

He couldn't bear to watch his father age while he himself could have been like Lee Jae-yong, known as the crown prince of the Samsung empire.

But now, he was trapped in CJ Group.

They said no rainbow without rain, but for Lee Jae-hyun, his life had been bleak ever since his father lost the right to inherit Samsung.

If he couldn't regain control of Samsung during his father's lifetime, then once his father left this world, it would be nearly impossible for him to take back Samsung.

Thinking of this, Lee Jae-hyun gritted his teeth!

He made a crazy decision!