Chapter 1970: Profit Above All

After the meal, Fan Baobao and Yang Panpan agreed to chat together in the evening. Zhao Fusheng simply suggested that Zhang Qian and Yang Panpan stay overnight at the villa.

Fan Baobao naturally agreed happily.

And Yang Panpan, after consulting Zhang Qian, also agreed.

The group got into the car and headed toward the villa.

Of course, Fan Baobao and Yang Panpan were in one car, while Zhang Qian sat with Zhao Fusheng in another.

"Today's incident actually has little to do with Ye Jing."

Sitting in the car, Zhang Qian said to Zhao Fusheng.

This was something only he could say to Zhao Fusheng.

After all, Zhao Fusheng was very angry today. As he himself put it, he had shown no face to anyone earlier.

Even if other senior executives of the Future Group knew about this, Zheng Yao and the others, being women, found it hard to speak up. Dong Guoxiang usually couldn't be bothered with such matters. Only Zhang Qian was most qualified to mediate.

"I know."

Hearing Zhang Qian's words, Zhao Fusheng nodded: "I know it has little to do with him."

"Then you..."

Zhang Qian was startled and looked at Zhao Fusheng in surprise. He had thought Zhao Fusheng was blinded by anger, but now hearing his tone, it seemed otherwise.

"Just a warning."

Zhao Fusheng said calmly: "After all, he's different from the rest of you."

This was the truth.

Without Zhao Fusheng, Zhang Qian, Zheng Yao, and the others would be nothing.

It was no exaggeration to say that Zhao Fusheng's existence had given them everything they had today.

But Ye Jing was different.

He was himself one of the big shots in the Beijing circle, doing quite well.

Zhao Fusheng's existence, or the existence of the Future Group, only made Ye Jing do even better.

So the question arose.

Under these circumstances, how much did Zhao Fusheng trust Ye Jing?

Compared to outsiders, he certainly trusted him.

But in his heart, there was inevitably a sense of caution.

After all, it involved a matter of trust level.

For instance, Liang Jingyu—Zhao Fusheng had already discussed with Dong Chenxi about letting him leave South Korea and return to China.

Of course, this wasn't killing the donkey after it finished its work.

It was just to prevent anyone from becoming too powerful.

Zhao Fusheng didn't want the enterprise he had painstakingly built to end up as someone else's trophy.

The balance of power was something he had to consider.

Power without checks and balances was bound to go astray.

Zhao Fusheng knew this well.

"Ye Jing is a very smart man."

After a moment of silence, Zhang Qian said slowly.

His personality had always been like this—calling a spade a spade. Although he didn't particularly admire or like Ye Jing, Zhang Qian believed, based on his understanding of Ye Jing, that Ye Jing would not choose to betray Zhao Fusheng.

After all, Zhao Fusheng was a better choice in every respect now.

A big tree offers good shade.

For Ye Jing, in the current Chinese entertainment industry, he couldn't find a better boss than Zhao Fusheng.

Zhang Qian was confident of that.

Hearing Zhang Qian's words, Zhao Fusheng smiled. He wasn't surprised; Zhang Qian was actually very smart, just not fond of talking usually.

If Zhang Qian were willing, he could actually handle many more tasks.

"Later, have Old Jiang pay more attention to the company's affairs, that should be enough." Zhang Qian thought for a moment and said to Zhao Fusheng.

Zhao Fusheng nodded: "I know."

After a pause, recalling his earlier conversation with Dong Chenxi, Zhao Fusheng said to Zhang Qian: "Are you interested in going to South Korea for a few years?"

"South Korea?"

Zhang Qian was startled, somewhat surprised.

But then he realized that Zhao Fusheng meant for him to replace Liang Jingyu.

After all, the development of Hanxing Investment was now so good that it was almost on par with the group headquarters.

If not for Future Investment holding shares in Samsung and CJ, Hanxing Investment might now be worth more than the Future Group.

And Liang Jingyu's trustworthiness in Zhao Fusheng's eyes was even less than Ye Jing's.

"What, is there a problem with Liang Jingyu?"

Zhang Qian frowned and asked Zhao Fusheng.

"I can't see anything yet."

Zhao Fusheng shook his head and explained to Zhang Qian, "It's just Dong Chenxi's idea. He's been in Korea too long."

"You're afraid he'll become too big to control?"

Zhang Qian was taken aback, then caught Zhao Fusheng's meaning and asked him.

Zhao Fusheng nodded: "Yes, to be honest, I'm worried about that too. After all, Korea is far away, and the emperor is far from the court. There are some things I can't handle in every detail."

"Alright, I'll go take a look."

Zhang Qian thought for a moment and said to Zhao Fusheng, "Actually, I think you could consider having him come back first, as a senior vice president of Future Investment."

Then he smiled: "Actually, I think the entire Future Group needs restructuring. General managers could be replaced with presidents."

Zhao Fusheng remained silent, naturally understanding Zhang Qian's meaning.

To be honest, when it came to handling such issues in a modern enterprise, he really didn't know.

But Zhao Fusheng was well aware that he had to be cautious, otherwise it would definitely affect the company's development.

"I'll think it over."

After a long while, Zhao Fusheng said to Zhang Qian.

Then he glared at Zhang Qian: "We were talking about Ye Jing's matter, how did we get off track?"

Zhang Qian looked innocent: "It wasn't me, it was you. Can you be reasonable?"

Zhao Fusheng was taken aback, then laughed himself.

Hearing this, Zhang Qian couldn't be bothered to respond. This guy was sometimes so boring and childish.

In fact, both of them understood that the reason for their worries was that Future Group and its subsidiaries were not yet listed.

Money moves people; the purpose of interests is to stir the heart.

If these subsidiaries under Zhao Fusheng were listed, these problems wouldn't exist.

After all, as management, whether Ye Jing or Liang Jingyu, they would receive some shares of considerable value, and they would naturally be at ease.

But Zhang Qian couldn't bring up this topic with Zhao Fusheng, since he was also one of the top executives.

Although he didn't care about shares, others did.

...

...

The convoy soon returned home, and everyone rested.

The next morning, Zhao Fusheng received a call from Ye Jing.

"Zhang Mo is hospitalized and will be sent abroad within a month."

Ye Jing got straight to the point and told Zhao Fusheng the result.

"Alright."

Zhao Fusheng nodded, quite satisfied with this outcome.

After all, Zhang Mo didn't deserve death; driving him away was undoubtedly the best result.

"Apologize to Liu Yiming for me about yesterday."

Ye Jing said bitterly over the phone: "I really didn't know about this. I had told Wang Zhonglei before, but I didn't expect things to still go wrong."

He was truly wronged now. He had clearly told Wang Zhonglei, but that bastard himself was fine, yet he neglected Zhang Mo.

It could only be said that the entertainment industry was too dirty.

So dirty that anyone could enter and find what they wanted.

This was no joke, but the truth.

From the earliest coal bosses to later real estate tycoons and venture capital investors.

Everyone who entered longed to get what they wanted.

Even though they knew it was wrong, and many unspoken rules were unreasonable.

But seeing others do the same, they thought it was only natural for them to do it too.

They felt no shame, but rather pride.

That's what these people were like.

Zhang Mo was just one of them.

"Spread the news."

Zhao Fusheng said indifferently: "Also, tell the company's artists that no matter who they are, if they encounter such things, they shouldn't be afraid. Whatever happens, I'll take responsibility."

"Okay."

Ye Jing nodded, naturally understanding Zhao Fusheng's intention.

"Also, wait for me at the company this morning. There's something I want to discuss with you."

Zhao Fusheng thought for a moment, recalling what Zhang Qian had said yesterday, and said to Ye Jing.

Ye Jing was startled, and his heart suddenly tightened.

Although he didn't know what Zhao Fusheng wanted to talk about, he vaguely felt it must be related to yesterday's incident, since that matter had touched Zhao Fusheng's bottom line.

Given Zhao Fusheng's temper, it was impossible that beating Zhang Mo would be the end of it.

Thinking this, Ye Jing sighed inwardly and nodded: "Okay, I understand."

He felt that his departure from Future Film might be entering the countdown.