Chapter 1994: The Olympics Approach

With the Olympics approaching, public security across the whole of China, especially in the capital, was getting better and better.

There was no choice; under these circumstances, not only committing crimes, but even violating traffic rules would earn a severe reprimand from the traffic police.

The eyes of the whole world were on China.

At this time, mistakes could not be made.

"How did your talk with Huang Guangyu go?"

Zhao Fusheng's meeting with Huang Guangyu was not kept secret from the company, and Dong Chenxi soon called Zhao Fusheng.

Her meaning was simple: Zhao Fusheng's attitude would determine the company's future stance toward Jingdong.

"How could it go? Just the usual."

Zhao Fusheng smiled and told Dong Chenxi the specifics of his meeting with Huang Guangyu, then said lightly, "Regarding Jingdong, we're only responsible for providing the funds, nothing else. Liu Qiangdong's business is his own; we won't interfere, understand?"

When he said that, Dong Chenxi immediately understood what he meant.

It seemed Zhao Fusheng had reached an agreement with Huang Guangyu.

Otherwise, he wouldn't have spoken that way.

"I understand."

Dong Chenxi nodded to Zhao Fusheng.

Zhao Fusheng's words made sense; after all, Jingdong was just a company Zhao Fusheng had invested in, and its management wasn't from the Future Group but from Liu Qiangdong and his team.

Under these circumstances, Zhao Fusheng put up the money, but whether the company could grow and thrive was Liu Qiangdong's problem.

If he couldn't do it, it only meant he lacked the ability.

As for having the Future Group go to war with Gome over Jingdong, Dong Chenxi made it clear that money didn't grow on trees, and Future Investment would never do the work for someone else's benefit.

"By the way, tell Liu Qiangdong that."

Zhao Fusheng thought for a moment and stopped Dong Chenxi, saying, "Don't hide it from him. My attitude is what it is."

"Huh?"

Dong Chenxi was a bit surprised but still nodded.

Since Zhao Fusheng said so, he must have his reasons. And Dong Chenxi felt it wasn't a bad thing; after all, to Zhao Fusheng, Liu Qiangdong really wasn't a big shot worth worrying about now.

Big shots also start as nobodies; not everyone is born in Rome.

Many people truly succeed step by step from nothing.

And Liu Qiangdong, clearly, was one of those still in the early stages.

But Zhao Fusheng was already close to success.

The gap in status between the two couldn't be explained in a few words.

But one thing was certain: Zhao Fusheng really didn't need to care about Liu Qiangdong's opinion, because Liu Qiangdong now could only live under someone else's thumb.

But Zhao Fusheng didn't need to do that at all.

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Sure enough, after receiving Dong Chenxi's notice, Liu Qiangdong didn't seem angry.

He wasn't an idiot; having someone invest in him was already a good outcome. Expecting Zhao Fusheng to go all out against Gome for him?

Ha, did he really think others were fools?

Which businessman was a fool?

Every single one was shrewd through and through. Not to mention Zhao Fusheng, even Liu Qiangdong himself would know how to choose.

"Miss Dong, please tell Chairman Zhao that I won't let him down."

Liu Qiangdong said into the phone to Dong Chenxi on the other end.

Dong Chenxi was taken aback, then smiled: "Alright."

She was a bit surprised; she hadn't expected Liu Qiangdong to be so cooperative, not even questioning it, but instead pledging to Zhao Fusheng.

She had to admit, the man had brains. No wonder he, a phoenix from a rural background, had made it this far step by step.

Decisive when needed, able to bend and stretch.

That was the impression Liu Qiangdong left on Dong Chenxi.

She could even be sure that if Liu Qiangdong ever developed well enough to surpass Zhao Fusheng, he would use today's incident to retaliate. But for now, he would pretend nothing was wrong, acting like an obedient grandson.

That was forbearance!

You couldn't say he was wrong; after all, as the weaker party, he had his own way of survival.

But Dong Chenxi knew very well that for Future Investment, such a Liu Qiangdong could never be taken lightly.

After hanging up, she called Zhao Fusheng, repeated Liu Qiangdong's words, and finally said, "That guy is no pushover."

Zhao Fusheng smiled slightly: "That doesn't matter."

"Huh?"

Dong Chenxi was startled: "What do you mean?"

"Literally."

Zhao Fusheng said lightly, "Even if Jingdong develops fast, do you think it can surpass us?"

"Of course not."

Dong Chenxi said disdainfully, "With the speed Future Group is developing now, Jingdong can never catch up."

"Then there you go."

Zhao Fusheng laughed, "So what are you worried about?"

Dong Chenxi was stunned. Thinking it over, it really made sense.

"You're right. I was overthinking."

After a long pause, Dong Chenxi hung up helplessly.

Zhao Fusheng was right; she had indeed thought too much. As he said, no matter how well Jingdong developed, Liu Qiangdong had no right to throw his weight around with Zhao Fusheng.

The reason was simple: Zhao Fusheng was stronger than him.

It was like two people fighting. No matter how strong the child was, he was still just a child. Facing a healthy adult, though it might seem he had a chance to do something, in reality, he had no chance of winning.

With just one outstretched hand and a heavy punch, the adult could knock him down.

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Time passed quickly, and soon it was the end of July, with the Olympics about to open.

"Brother, brother, I saw so many foreigners today."

Fan Beibei came home and said excitedly to Zhao Fusheng.

"The Olympics are coming soon. You'll see even more foreigners in the capital then." Zhao Fusheng patted her head and said with a smile.

That was true. The capital would attract tourists from all over the world. This was probably one of the biggest benefits of the Olympics.

"Oh..."

Fan Beibei nodded, half-understanding.

For a child her age, the meaning of Zhao Fusheng's words was still a bit obscure.

In Fan Beibei's worldview, more people meant more excitement.

That was enough.

"The opening ceremony must be spectacular!"

Zhao's mother and Fan Baobao were chatting.

Zhao Fusheng smiled: "What's there to guess? We'll see when it happens."

"You don't understand." Zhao's mother waved her hand and said to Zhao Fusheng, "You stay home with Baobao then."

Zhao Fusheng was speechless, staring at his mother in surprise.

"What are you looking at? With Baobao's condition, she definitely can't go to the venue."

Zhao's mother said seriously, "So you stay home with her."

"Uh, alright."

Zhao Fusheng nodded helplessly.

Nothing was more important than wife and child; what else could he say?