Chapter 1782 Official Announcement

Zhao Fusheng had always hoped that Dong Guoxiang would not be too dogmatic.

Dogmatism, like textbooks, essentially expands a simple concept into a pile of sentences that no one can understand.

The more thinking is confined to a certain framework, the more rigid it becomes. Once a corporate manager falls into habitual thinking, it becomes truly difficult to lead the company forward.

Zhao Fusheng was naturally not that kind of person, but he worried that the managers of his subsidiaries might become like that.

But as it stood, even Dong Guoxiang, who concerned him the most, had not turned out that way.

Regarding the software matter, Zhao Fusheng thought Dong Guoxiang's idea was excellent and naturally supported him in continuing.

Moreover, he looked forward to what kind of surprise Dong Guoxiang might bring him.

A few grown men staying together was really boring, and since they weren't idle people, after sitting for a while, they all got up to take their leave.

Soon, only Zhao Fusheng was left at home.

Sitting idly on the sofa watching a TV drama, Zhao Fusheng felt that the production quality of the show was really not great.

No wonder the drama "Struggle" became an instant hit after airing—the reason was simple: there were too few good works nowadays.

This couldn't help but remind Zhao Fusheng of the future film market. After experiencing a period of box office explosion, the market quickly moved toward rationality: good films earned sky-high box office, while bad films were doomed to flop.

Of course, there were also some films that achieved high box office through promotional hype and nostalgia.

But overall, any film that had a box office breakout, aside from its own solid quality, was more importantly because among a sea of bad films, these good ones stood out too conspicuously.

Shaking his head helplessly, Zhao Fusheng really couldn't bear to watch the boring drama anymore, so he switched to the sports channel and started watching a match.

"Football..."

He spat out two words and felt his good mood vanish instantly.

When it came to sports, Zhao Fusheng had no fondness whatsoever for China's three major ball sports.

There was no helping it—the performance of the great Chinese players was just too disappointing.

The men's volleyball team could be excused; they had always been in a state of striving.

The men's basketball and men's football teams...

Let alone having Yao Ming to save face, those useless basketball players, aside from fighting, really seemed to be no good. They used to dominate Asia, but a few years later they couldn't even dominate Asia anymore.

As for the men's football team...

Zhao Fusheng felt he might as well watch a boring soap opera.

Those idiots were simply wasting the fans' emotions.

Shaking his head, Zhao Fusheng turned off the TV, went upstairs, and turned on the computer to go online.

At that time on the internet, although video sites had begun to appear, they were not yet thriving. Many video sites, including Youku, mostly played Flash animations.

Zhao Fusheng remembered one of his all-time favorites called "Pretty Boy"; back then, watching the Flash, he was incredibly moved.

After looking at the computer for a while, Zhao Fusheng stood up and walked to the window.

Outside the window, the sky had darkened; clouds obscured the sun, making the sunlight pale. In the silent shade, tear-like moisture seemed to gather, making the already gloomy air even more oppressive.

To be honest, Zhao Fusheng really didn't like rainy days, because they reminded him of the time in his previous life when he was down and out. What people probably disliked most were memories like that.

When Fan Baobao came back, what she saw was a somewhat depressed Zhao Fusheng.

"What's wrong with you?"

Seeing that Zhao Fusheng seemed to be in a bad mood, Fan Baobao asked curiously.

"Nothing."

Zhao Fusheng smiled and waved his hand: "Why are you back so soon?"

He had originally thought Fan Baobao and the others would shop for a while, but in less than three hours, she was back.

"Zheng Yao kept getting calls, and so did the others."

Fan Baobao said helplessly: "So we split up later."

"Alright."

Zhao Fusheng blinked and decisively dropped the topic.

Such was the helplessness of being a businessman—no matter when, if something came up, it had to be dealt with.

……

……

Time passed quickly, and before they knew it, it was October 15th.

Samsung and CJ finally ended their lengthy negotiations and officially announced their cooperation plan.

This three-party share swap plan involving Samsung Group, CJ Group, and Future Group shocked all of South Korea.

"No way, is it real?"

"Are you kidding?"

"Is it April Fools' Day?"

"This... this is too unbelievable, right?"

Reading the news in Seoul's JoongAng Ilbo, all of South Korea went crazy.

That was Samsung!

Lee Kun-hee had actually reconciled with Lee Maeng-hee, and CJ and Samsung joined forces?

Everyone who heard the news first thought it must be false.

But as media reports deepened, they found it was actually true!

Not only that, but Lee Kun-hee also issued a public statement inviting his brother to return home.

Soon, Lee Maeng-hee's side also issued a statement in China's capital, saying he would return to South Korea soon, that the misunderstandings with his younger brother Lee Kun-hee over the years were too deep, and he hoped they could bury the hatchet in their later years.

And Dong Chenxi finally finished her mission in South Korea and returned to China smoothly.

"I'm exhausted!"

At Zhao Fusheng's home, Dong Chenxi lay on the sofa without any dignity and called out to Fan Baobao: "Baobao, hurry up and wash some fruit for me."

Hearing this, Zhao Fusheng was speechless: "Hey, why are you ordering my wife around?"

"Of course,"

Dong Chenxi said irritably: "Isn't that only right? I've been making money for you, boss. Don't you think you should reward me?"

"Alright, alright, you have a point."

Zhao Fusheng laughed heartily. What Dong Chenxi said was indeed true.

Recently, she had really worked hard in South Korea, handling everything personally from top to bottom, and was exhausted.

More importantly, Future Investment had gained a lot from this, and she, as the person in charge, had to deal with it all personally.

Fan Baobao watched them bicker, smiled helplessly, got up to bring Dong Chenxi some fruit, and then said to her: "You shouldn't push yourself too hard. Aren't there staff below? Just delegate things to them. If you do everything yourself, no wonder you're exhausted."

"I know, I know."

Dong Chenxi waved her hand, then said to Zhao Fusheng: "I'm taking half a month off. You handle any matters."

Zhao Fusheng smiled and nodded: "Okay."

Anyway, Future Investment didn't have much going on recently; the most important thing was Alibaba's IPO at the end of the year, so Zhao Fusheng was happy to take it easy.

"By the way, are you transferring three percent of Alibaba's shares to Pangu Bank?"

Dong Chenxi suddenly remembered something and asked Zhao Fusheng.

Zhao Fusheng nodded: "Yes."

"Not bad, very thoughtful." Unlike Zheng Yao, Dong Chenxi nodded at this: "The Chen family has an excellent reputation in Southeast Asia. If we can become an important partner of Pangu Bank, it will be very beneficial for the company's market expansion in Southeast Asia."

"..."

Zhao Fusheng was speechless. Thinking about it carefully, it really was the case.

Actually, he really hadn't thought that far ahead, but things often developed in directions he hadn't anticipated.

"Don't tell me you didn't think that far?"

Seeing Zhao Fusheng silent, Dong Chenxi asked helplessly.

Zhao Fusheng chuckled and fell silent again.

For him, it was exactly as Dong Chenxi had guessed.

Sighing, Dong Chenxi suddenly felt a pain in her heart.

As they said, you plan things and they don't work out, but things you don't plan often succeed. That's how the world works—this guy was just repaying a favor, yet he always stumbled into doing good things.

Could it be that Zhao Fusheng was truly a man favored by heaven?

"Alright, can't you two stop talking about work?"

At that moment, Fan Baobao spoke up: "Day in and day out, it's nothing but work. Aren't you tired? If you ask me, one day you should all take a break. If you don't rest properly, you're not allowed to work!"

"That would be hard!"

Zhao Fusheng and Dong Chenxi exchanged a glance and said in unison.

Then, they all burst into laughter.