Chapter 1835: Not Wanting to Make Money?

In fact, Zhao Fusheng knew very well that he had been acting too much on a whim lately.

After all, he was no longer a child. Zhao Fusheng also knew that compared to the past, he often made decisions based on his mood, which was somewhat irrational.

But a person has to make choices in life.

If, at this point, he still couldn't live according to his own heart, then it would be too dull.

The TV series matter was settled. He specifically called Yu Feihong to tell her that he didn't like Chen Yao's looks—that big mouth was too off-putting.

Although she thought the reason was a bit far-fetched, Yu Feihong didn't mind.

She herself had been asked to recommend someone. She had said at the time that she was only responsible for the recommendation, and the final decision was up to Zhao Fusheng. If he chose someone else, she couldn't be blamed.

The other party had agreed.

So Yu Feihong wasn't very invested in this matter.

Besides, family ties aside, since Zhao Fusheng didn't like the candidate, she certainly wouldn't insist.

On this point, Yu Feihong was even clearer than Old Jiang.

New Year's Day passed in the blink of an eye, and 2008 quietly arrived among us.

Zhao Fusheng didn't feel much, after all, it was just reliving it once, but many people didn't feel that way, especially sports fans who were looking forward to the upcoming Olympics.

Zhao Fusheng couldn't be bothered to tell them certain truths, letting them chat idly all day.

With the Spring Festival approaching, for Zhao Fusheng, having the whole family together for a harmonious holiday mattered more.

Old Zhao had long put aside matters in Ninghai, handing over the company to Chen Hai and Hou Liangping and others, and came to the capital to be with his granddaughter.

In his words, money can never be fully earned, but time is fleeting.

Especially a child's growth—in a flash, they've grown up.

Zhao Fusheng deeply agreed, feeling that his father had learned a lot from doing business in recent years and had become quite cultured.

Of course, he only dared to say this when joking with Fan Baobao in private; if he said it in front of the old man...

Even though Zhao Fusheng was now worth tens of billions, his father would still give him a beating.

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Are you interested in the banking industry?

After spending only a few days at home with his parents and child, Zhao Fusheng received a call from Xue Yuanfang. As soon as they met, Xue Yuanfang asked him a question.

Frowning slightly, Zhao Fusheng was surprised: "Bank?"

Mm.

Xue Yuanfang nodded: "A relative of a family friend knows someone with connections in this area. If you're willing to do it, we'll put up the money, take shares, and the other party will handle management."

Zhao Fusheng thought for a moment but didn't say anything.

Because at that moment, he thought of someone.

They say rich second-graders are flashy. In the supercar clubs of the capital and Shanghai, a Porsche is just entry-level. Those second-graders who spend all their energy in nightclubs are indeed ostentatious.

Step on the gas, with the roar of the engine, the sports car takes off—they become heroes of the city.

During the day, roads are congested, and the car can't speed up. When night falls, they walk out of the private room, breathe the cold air outside, and with a surge of excitement, the empty roads remove all speed limits. What does it matter if they get caught on camera? They'll pay the fine—it's less than the cost of a bottle of wine. The only thing that can stop second-graders from racing through life is the curb.

So at some point eight years later, a Ferrari worth thirty million yuan was wrecked by the roadside.

And then, there was no more.

The owner's surname was Qin, age unknown, likely born in the late 80s or early 90s. His main business was investment, his side gig was gaming, and he organized amateur racing teams.

As a powerhouse who could spend hundreds of millions on a game, he was a true tycoon.

This guy was different from Wang Sicong. Old Wang's kid seemed to come from a clean family, spoke without restraint, but no one expected Old Wang to run into big trouble, barely surviving, and only getting back on his feet after a fire sale.

Sicong became low-key from then on, only daring to curse at entertainment stars. If he couldn't resist making a joke about Brother Dong, he had to delete it quickly. That guy had made an international joke, but he had just invested five billion in Old Wang and was a major shareholder. Taking someone's money and still posting on Weibo—did he not want to stay in the game?

Little Wang didn't care whether his friends were rich or not; he cared about where their money came from. So when he met Young Master Qin, Little Wang behaved very well, even leaving messages for his then-girlfriend.

Some said Little Qin's family ran a casino, and his father was a junket operator in Macau.

But the problem was, Mr. Ji, who had taken his junket business public, had his girlfriend Miss Wu mocked by Little Wang just for showing off a bag.

Would Little Wang look down on money from casinos?

Casino operators are inferior to real estate developers, who are inferior to bankers, and only those qualified can run a bank.

As the organizer of the "Capital West City Patrol Team," Mr. Qin was a true old-timer. After the reform and opening up, he took off his military uniform and put on a suit, first at CITIC, then at China Merchants Group, a pioneer in the financial sector.

Of course, whether Old Qin and Little Qin are related is unknown.

They could be father and son, relatives, or strangers. Looking at Old Qin's resume, he worked for wholly state-owned enterprises—in other words, working for the people. His salary wouldn't be high, at most some bonuses, hardly enough to buy a Ferrari.

Little Qin not only had sports cars but also yachts and private jets, and countless watches worth millions.

When breaking up with a beautiful woman, he would casually pay tens of millions in compensation for lost youth. At this spending rate, even Mr. Ji, who contracted a casino on Saipan, might not keep up. Miss Wu had been with him for years and had three children, yet her gift was only a pigeon's egg diamond.

What Zhao Fusheng recalled was that in 2003, Old Qin sold his 14% stake in Ping An Insurance to a company controlled by a Hong Kong businessman for 1.8 billion yuan. Soon after, the company went public, and those shares were worth tens of billions.

By the way, that businessman's surname was Zheng, who later drove a real estate tycoon fond of actresses to slam the table and curse.

To be honest, Zhao Fusheng knew that if he agreed to this deal with Xue Yuanfang, he would definitely make a huge profit.

But the problem was, he was a bit scared.

The reason was simple: the waters here were too deep.

In this patch of China, the rich can't outdo the powerful—that's the truth.

Many times, having money doesn't mean you can do whatever you want. Faced with strong administrative power, even Daddy Ma has to bow his head and call "father."

Zhao Fusheng knew this well.

So, after thinking it over, he said to Xue Yuanfang: "If you want to do it, I can lend you the money, as your dividend from the previous Marvel investment. As for me, I won't participate."

Xue Yuanfang was taken aback, frowned, looked at Zhao Fusheng, and then saw Zhao Fusheng's helpless expression, instantly understanding his meaning.

"Are you worried..." Xue Yuanfang opened his mouth to say something, but stopped before continuing.

Obviously, Zhao Fusheng's intention was clear.

Out of personal friendship, he could provide the money, but Future Group would not participate in this project.

"You guy, do you have to be so cautious?"

After a moment of silence, Xue Yuanfang said helplessly to Zhao Fusheng.

Zhao Fusheng smiled, knowing that he had accepted his proposal, and said calmly: "In such matters, being careful can't hurt."

He paused and added: "Besides, I think it's not appropriate for you to enter this project now, at least until your uncle's matter is settled."

"Huh?"

Xue Yuanfang was startled, then realized what Zhao Fusheng meant.

If there was one thing that mattered most to the entire Xue family at present, it was undoubtedly that person.

Earlier, Xue Yuanfang hadn't thought much about it, since the person who introduced this project to him was an old acquaintance.

But now that Zhao Fusheng mentioned it, he became uncertain.

After all, this project was clearly handing him money. If he took it, it might affect his uncle's situation...

With that thought, Xue Yuanfang's expression changed slightly, and he looked at Zhao Fusheng: "I understand."

Seeing that he had caught on, Zhao Fusheng smiled and said nothing more.

Some things only need to be hinted at; there's no need to spell them out. They were both smart people; saying too much would only make things awkward.

After seeing Xue Yuanfang off, Zhao Fusheng sighed.

Sometimes he felt helpless; politics and economics were inherently difficult to separate.

Although he had considered changing this many times, Zhao Fusheng knew he was powerless.

"Forget it, I'll take it one step at a time."

In the end, Zhao Fusheng could only comfort himself like this.

This was also why he was unwilling to continue in the real economy—because some things were simply unacceptable.

But there was no way around it; many things couldn't be changed by human effort. Even if he wanted to withdraw, it would take time and process.

Moreover, Future Group now involved too many interests on all sides. Even for Zhao Fusheng, withdrawing was not an easy task.

He could only proceed slowly.

When he went downstairs, Zhao Fusheng called Dong Chenxi, told her about the matter, and finally said: "Prepare yourself. If Xue Yuanfang needs funds later, transfer the money to him."

Dong Chenxi frowned, clearly not understanding Zhao Fusheng's approach: "Is this appropriate?"

Then she said solemnly: "If we invest, maybe..."

"Maybe this tens of millions will turn into tens of billions, right?"

Zhao Fusheng chuckled and said: "But think about it, wouldn't that money burn your hands?"

Dong Chenxi fell silent.

She naturally understood what Zhao Fusheng meant. In short, there were definitely other issues involved. If they invested that money, who knew what might happen later.

With that thought, Dong Chenxi sighed: "I understand."