Chapter 1826: Zhao Fusheng, the Good Guy

In Zhao Fusheng's eyes, the shares of Alipay were naturally of considerable value.

To be honest, for him now, holding fifty percent of one company was not as good as holding five percent of ten companies.

Although the total wealth might be somewhat reduced, for Zhao Fusheng, having total assets of five hundred billion US dollars versus four hundred billion US dollars made no essential difference.

More importantly, Zhao Fusheng felt that this way he could control more resources.

Of course, that was for later.

For now, since Ma Xiaoyun had shown sincerity and was willing to exchange the Alipay he had preserved by refusing to cooperate with Sun Zhengyi, Zhao Fusheng was naturally willing.

Zhao Fusheng had always been a person who liked fair transactions.

"I hope we can have a pleasant cooperation."

Zhao Fusheng looked at Ma Xiaoyun and said with a smile.

Ma Xiaoyun was a bit stunned, looking at Zhao Fusheng in surprise.

"What?"

Zhao Fusheng raised an eyebrow and asked casually.

"A bit surprised."

Ma Xiaoyun said sincerely: "I didn't expect you to agree so simply."

"Hahaha."

Zhao Fusheng laughed and waved his hand: "President Ma, I think you might have misunderstood."

"Misunderstood?"

Ma Xiaoyun looked at Zhao Fusheng in bewilderment, a bit at a loss, not quite understanding what Zhao Fusheng meant.

Zhao Fusheng said calmly: "I am a businessman. As long as the price is right, I will naturally cooperate with you."

Then he laughed: "You should know that, for me, no matter what Hongshan Capital and SoftBank think of me, I only see them as business competitors."

Ma Xiaoyun remained silent; he could tell that Zhao Fusheng was speaking from the heart.

"Alright, that's it."

Zhao Fusheng smiled and said to Ma Xiaoyun: "Discuss the specifics with Dong Chenxi. I have only one request: grow as quickly as possible. When I'm ready to cash out, don't tell me you have no money, understand?"

"Huh?"

Ma Xiaoyun was taken aback: "You mean..."

"Literally."

Zhao Fusheng smiled, but had already picked up his water glass and lowered his head to drink.

In ancient times, raising a teacup meant seeing a guest out.

Clearly, Zhao Fusheng did not intend to continue the conversation with Ma Xiaoyun.

But even so, Ma Xiaoyun's face was already full of smiles.

After all, Zhao Fusheng always meant what he said; since he had agreed, he would not go back on his word.

This meant that he had regained the initiative.

Watching Ma Xiaoyun leave, Zhao Fusheng turned and went back to the living room.

"Chairman, are you really going to trade with him?" Wu Sijie asked in surprise after seeing Ma Xiaoyun out and returning to Zhao Fusheng.

Zhao Fusheng smiled slightly: "What, you think I shouldn't cooperate with him?"

"No, that's not it."

Wu Sijie shook his head: "Alibaba's development prospects are so good; investing in them is definitely the right move. I just don't quite understand why you're interested in Alipay."

When Zhao Fusheng agreed to let Dong Chenxi invest in Alipay, Wu Sijie had not yet become his assistant, so naturally he didn't know much about it.

Zhao Fusheng smiled: "Remember, in the future, what will truly support Ma Xiaoyun's vast business empire is definitely Alipay, not Taobao."

This was the truth; with over five hundred million users in the future, Alipay would be an incredibly huge cornucopia.

In fact, it would be no less than Taobao.

The reason was simple: in this market, it was invincible.

Looking at the confident Zhao Fusheng, Wu Sijie was momentarily at a loss for words.

There was no helping it; he was the boss.

...

...

Since becoming pregnant, Fan Baobao's temper had worsened considerably. Although she tried to control herself, she often lost her temper.

Fortunately, Li Yuan was there, which helped soothe Fan Baobao's temper a bit; after all, she was her mother.

As for Zhao's mother, who had rushed over, she took on the task of looking after Fan Beibei and the granddaughter.

With the two mothers around, naturally there was no need for Zhao Fusheng to intervene; he was mainly responsible for accompanying Her Majesty the Queen.

Pregnancy was generally like this.

Most women were queens for ten months but suffered for a lifetime.

A very few encountered scumbags and scumbag families, suffering even during pregnancy.

But in any case, pregnancy was not easy.

So Zhao Fusheng was very tolerant of Fan Baobao, arranging for people to handle whatever she wanted or wanted to eat.

"Don't worry, even if you want a star from the sky, I'll find a way to buy you a meteorite."

Zhao Fusheng vowed to Fan Baobao.

Fan Baobao burst out laughing, looking helpless: "You're so silly, what would I do with that? It's not edible or drinkable."

"See, I'm just showing my determination."

Zhao Fusheng said to Fan Baobao with a grin: "How about I take you to see Zhou Yun?"

"Okay."

Fan Baobao nodded. She didn't have many friends, and Zhou Yun was one of the few. Most importantly, Zhou Yun had nothing to do after giving birth and stayed at home all day.

"Alright, to Teacher Jiang Wen's house."

Zhao Fusheng said to Wu Sijie in the passenger seat.

Wu Sijie nodded, picked up the walkie-talkie in the car, and gave the order.

Soon, the motorcade headed toward Jiang Wen's house.

When they arrived at Jiang Wen's house, Old Jiang happened to be at home, apparently about to go out.

"Why are you two here?"

Seeing Zhao Fusheng and Fan Baobao arriving together, Jiang Wen asked in surprise.

"She came to see Zhou Yun." Zhao Fusheng replied: "Are you going out?"

"Yeah, a friend asked to meet me, probably to recommend a script. Want to come along?"

Zhao Fusheng was taken aback and was about to refuse when he heard Fan Baobao and Zhou Yun talking about going shopping, apparently planning to pick out baby items and such.

"Well, I'll go with you." Zhao Fusheng said decisively.

"Huh?"

Old Jiang looked confused, staring at Zhao Fusheng uncomprehendingly.

Before he could speak, Zhao Fusheng had already turned to Fan Baobao: "Honey, I'm going with Old Jiang to discuss business. Let Wu Sijie accompany you shopping, okay?"

"Fine." Fan Baobao didn't think much of it and nodded: "Then you go ahead."

Without another word, Zhao Fusheng pulled Jiang Wen out the door and into his car.

"..." Jiang Wen sat in the car, looking at Zhao Fusheng speechlessly: "Come on, is it that bad?"

"Heh."

Zhao Fusheng smiled faintly: "How about you try going shopping with them for a round?"

"Uh, I'll pass."

Jiang Wen wisely backed down. No way; accompanying those two women shopping would probably leave his legs swollen by the afternoon.

"Alright, I'll go with you to join the fun."

Zhao Fusheng said to Jiang Wen with a smile: "What script is it that requires you to make a special trip?"

"Just connections through connections."

Jiang Wen explained to Zhao Fusheng: "They say it's a comedy, a sitcom, and they want me to recommend it to Old Ye."

"Then let's go take a look."

Zhao Fusheng nodded, looking completely indifferent.

He simply didn't want to accompany the two women shopping; that was definitely a very boring thing.

Since he could now go with Jiang Wen to kill time, he might as well treat it as a diversion.

The two sat in the car, the motorcade slowly moving, with Jiang Wen's agent driving ahead to lead the way.

As Old Jiang's agent, he naturally knew who was in the motorcade behind. Although it wasn't his first time seeing the big boss, he was nervous every time.

Just before reaching their destination, Zhao Fusheng had the motorcade stop.

"What's up? Why aren't we moving?"

Jiang Wen asked Zhao Fusheng in surprise.

"Too flashy."

Zhao Fusheng smiled and waved his hand: "Let's walk over."

Jiang Wen rolled his eyes at him: "Come on, do you think all these bodyguards aren't flashy?"

"Ah?"

Zhao Fusheng was taken aback, then realized that his dozen or so bodyguards already hinted at an unusual status; unless the other party was an idiot, they would definitely notice something was off.

"No need to hide."

Jiang Wen said to Zhao Fusheng: "Just say you're my friend, no need to introduce too much. After all, they're the ones asking for my help, right?"

"True."

Zhao Fusheng nodded. He had been overthinking; Old Jiang had a clearer head.

Sometimes people are like that: the more they think, the more problems they create. Being straightforward is less likely to cause trouble.

They say character determines destiny. Zhao Fusheng had such a conflicted personality, often leading to such outcomes.

In contrast, Tan Kaixuan was quite decisive, making decisions directly without hesitation.

The motorcade started again and soon arrived at the destination.

Looking at the restaurant before them, Zhao Fusheng suddenly said to Jiang Wen: "What do you think about me opening a hotel?"

Huh?

A hotel?

Jiang Wen looked at Zhao Fusheng in bewilderment: "Are you planning to enter the food and beverage industry?"

There was no helping it; at Zhao Fusheng's level, opening a restaurant in Jiang Wen's eyes meant going into chain operations and entering the food and beverage industry.

Zhao Fusheng was amused by his words, waved his hand, and denied: "That's not what I meant. You're overthinking. I mean, I'll open a restaurant, make it exquisite, so we have a place to eat in the future, and the company's receptions won't need to go out. What do you think?"

"Whatever you want."

Jiang Wen shrugged upon hearing this: "You've got money, so do whatever makes you happy."

Zhao Fusheng was momentarily speechless, but Jiang Wen wasn't wrong; since he had money, he could do whatever made him happy.

As they talked, the two arrived at the door of a private room.

Opening the door, Zhao Fusheng was instantly stunned...