Chapter 1824 Women Are Terrifying

From youth to old age, this is an unavoidable process.

Heroes grow gray, beauties' hair turns white—no matter who you are, as time passes, you gradually become old.

Zhao Fusheng is no exception, nor is Yu Feihong.

In fact, Zhao Fusheng had never really understood Yu Feihong during that period of time.

Yu Feihong did not recklessly squander her youth, nor did she use her will to fight against time. Instead, she constantly adjusted and enriched herself, always living in a way that suited her.

Calm, elegant, and then growing old.

From the very beginning, she had never intended to feel melancholy about this inevitable matter.

But it took Zhao Fusheng many years to understand this truth.

"I heard you're looking for a boyfriend for Feihong?"

In the general manager's office of Future Film, Ye Jing asked Zhao Fusheng with a smile.

Zhao Fusheng looked helpless: "This is already the fifth person asking me this question. Is that guy Jiang Wen a big mouth?"

Fan Baobao had casually mentioned it while chatting with Zhou Yun the other day, and Zhou Yun naturally told her husband. Then that Jiang Wen started spreading the news everywhere.

Now even Ye Jing knew about it.

"Heh, you probably don't know?"

Ye Jing grinned at Zhao Fusheng: "Almost the entire Beijing circle knows now..."

Holy crap!

Zhao Fusheng was stunned, staring at Ye Jing: "You... you're not joking, are you?"

"Of course not."

Ye Jing replied seriously: "You're a super-rich man. If Zheng Yao hadn't held it back, do you think Forbes would have let you off these past few years?"

"What the hell does that have to do with me introducing a boyfriend to Sister Feihong?" In his panic, Zhao Fusheng even swore.

"Of course it does."

Ye Jing shook his head and explained to Zhao Fusheng: "Think about it, how many people in the entertainment industry don't know about your relationship with Feihong? Back then, you invested tens of millions in her movie, and it only made a few million at the box office. Anyone would know that you treat her like your own sister. In other words, if someone becomes her man, they'll be able to do whatever they want in the domestic entertainment industry."

"..."

Zhao Fusheng was speechless. Thinking about it carefully, it really was true.

Given his friendship with Yu Feihong, if she found a boyfriend within the circle, he would take care of that person out of respect for her, at least ensuring he wouldn't suffer any loss.

Zhao Fusheng was very clear about this aspect of himself.

He was someone who sided with his own people, not with reason.

And then...

Well, Zhao Fusheng didn't want to think about what came next.

"What should I do?"

Looking at Ye Jing, Zhao Fusheng smiled bitterly: "I really didn't think that much at the time."

"Heh..." Ye Jing gave him a knowing smile and said casually: "Feihong isn't in the capital right now. When she comes back, tsk tsk, don't you think you should buy some insurance or something?"

"Get lost!"

Zhao Fusheng glared at him irritably. This guy was clearly gloating—he was utterly despicable.

But he did know that although Yu Feihong couldn't do anything serious to him, she would definitely give him a lecture.

Thinking of this, Zhao Fusheng quickly said to Ye Jing: "By the way, does the company have any new films starting production recently?"

"Huh?"

This time it was Ye Jing's turn to be bewildered. Then he realized that Zhao Fusheng, that bastard, was planning to run away and avoid Yu Feihong.

"Come on, is it really that bad?"

Ye Jing said helplessly to Zhao Fusheng.

Zhao Fusheng nodded: "Well, it's mainly too awkward. Let me let her cool down first, cool down."

Ye Jing chuckled: "There's definitely no new project. Ning Hao's movie is about to be released, and they're doing promotions. Also, Wang Quanan's shooting is about to start. He and Yu Nan are over in the grasslands. Maybe you could go check it out?"

"Not interested."

Zhao Fusheng shook his head firmly. What a joke—if he went to the grasslands to watch cattle and sheep, he might as well let Yu Feihong give him a scolding.

Zhao Fusheng liked eating beef and mutton, but that didn't mean he liked watching cattle and sheep run on the grasslands.

"Alright."

Ye Jing shrugged: "Then I can't help it."

Since this guy wouldn't help him out of trouble, Zhao Fusheng didn't waste any more words. He got up and left Future Film.

After leaving the company and sitting in the car, Wu Sijie noticed the strange expression on Zhao Fusheng's face and asked softly: "Chairman, what's wrong?"

"Nothing."

Zhao Fusheng shook his head and then smiled: "Tell me, where should we go now?"

"Huh?"

Wu Sijie looked completely bewildered, thinking: You're the boss asking me, the assistant, where to go? How am I supposed to answer that?

"Forget it, asking you is useless."

Zhao Fusheng waved his hand and answered his own question.

After thinking for a moment, Zhao Fusheng said: "Let's go home first."

Wu Sijie nodded and told the driver to start the car. The convoy headed toward Zhao Fusheng's residence.

Nowadays, when Zhao Fusheng went out, it was no longer a convoy of three cars, but a full six cars, and all six were identical models.

This was specially arranged by Zhang Qian.

In his words, they sought no merit but no fault. Although Zhao Fusheng himself didn't care and believed nothing could happen to him in China, for Zhang Qian and the others, Zhao Fusheng's safety was more important than anything else.

Though it didn't go as far as using a body double, in Zhang Qian's view, having a convoy to protect Zhao Fusheng's safety was perfectly normal.

When he got home, Fan Baobao was surprised to see him back so early: "Why are you back so early?"

Zhao Fusheng reached out and picked up his eldest daughter, who was crawling back and forth on the carpet, and said with a smile: "No choice. I'm planning to go away for a few days."

"Go away for a few days?"

Fan Baobao was a bit puzzled: "Hide from whom? New Year's is coming up."

"Ahem..."

Zhao Fusheng was a little embarrassed and glared at Fan Baobao: "It's all your fault."

"My fault?"

Fan Baobao was even more confused. What did this have to do with her?

But after Zhao Fusheng finished explaining the whole story, she was laughing so hard she could barely stand and sat down on the sofa, holding the armrest.

"Hahaha..." Fan Baobao laughed heartily, then looked at Zhao Fusheng: "You can't blame me for this. If anyone's to blame, it's yourself for thinking too much."

Zhao Fusheng felt a pang in his heart. Was this really his own wife? How could she be so gleeful?

"Come on, Sister Feihong won't really do anything to you. She'll just give you a lecture."

Fan Baobao, having laughed enough, said to Zhao Fusheng: "At worst, I'll stop her. I'm pregnant, so she wouldn't dare scold you in front of me."

Zhao Fusheng smiled and nodded: "That works."

Of course, both of them knew this was just a joke.

But Zhao Fusheng did intend to take a trip, not just to hide, but because he felt he needed to think about the company's next steps.

Actually, everyone has moments like this—sitting quietly, contemplating the future path, and making their own decisions.

It's just that Zhao Fusheng needs to make decisions more often than others.

The little spider forced out of Marvel was right: with great power comes great responsibility.

To be more precise, with greater power comes greater responsibility. You can choose not to take on that responsibility, but whether you can be happy depends on yourself.

This is true. For example, a prodigal son naturally doesn't have to worry about responsibility.

Conversely, someone like Zhao Fusheng would seriously shoulder the responsibility.

Playing with his daughter, he put her on the carpet and let the little girl crawl around. Zhao Fusheng asked Fan Baobao curiously: "Where's Mom?"

Only then did he notice that Li Yuan wasn't home.

"She went to some event."

Fan Baobao replied casually: "A few days ago, when she was buying groceries, someone handed her a flyer. It seemed to be some kind of health checkup for middle-aged and elderly people..."

"Alright."

Zhao Fusheng rolled his eyes and quickly understood what was going on.

In short, it was definitely about selling health supplements.

The most important customer source for China's health supplement industry is these middle-aged and elderly people.

Zhao Fusheng knew this very well.

Although he didn't dabble in this industry, he knew how huge its profits were.

People fear death, especially the elderly.

At an age close to death, if someone tells you that a certain product can prolong life, believe it or not, no one would refuse. Regardless of status, the fear of death is universal.

As for whether health supplements actually work, opinions vary. Zhao Fusheng wouldn't dare claim his view is absolutely right.

But he felt that for a conscientious merchant, using products that won't kill you but are essentially useless for the elderly's health to trick them into buying products costing thousands of yuan is a violation of fair and just business principles.

One can live humbly, but one cannot act despicably.

The former is a state of life, while the latter involves issues of character.

Zhao Fusheng would not be that kind of businessman, nor would he allow such a situation in the Future Group. He even explicitly told Zheng Yao that the Future Group would not engage in or touch the food and pharmaceutical business.

The reason was simple: he could only guarantee that he himself wouldn't be blinded by profit and do unscrupulous things, but he couldn't guarantee that others would be the same.

This is a very frustrating issue, like the Sanlu milk powder incident back then. From the dairy farmers to the group leaders, everyone was blinded by profit, leading to such crazy actions.

Fortunately, in this life, Zhao Fusheng made some arrangements in advance; otherwise, history might have repeated itself.