Chapter 2039 How Much Money Do I Have

"You want to buy an island?"

Fan Baobao stared blankly at Zhao Fusheng, completely taken aback.

"Yes."

Seeing her expression, Zhao Fusheng smiled: "What, don't you want an island that belongs to our family?"

"It's not that." Fan Baobao hesitated, but still said, "I just think, if that's the case, wouldn't we have to emigrate?"

"No need for that trouble."

Zhao Fusheng shook his head: "I've asked around. The owner of the island must have local nationality, but as for others, that's not a concern."

"So you mean, use someone else's name?"

Zhao Fusheng nodded: "Yes, Old Tan has already gone abroad anyway, and the US recognizes dual citizenship, so I plan to use his name..."

Fan Baobao smiled.

But thinking about it, it was actually a good idea.

Tan Kaixuan emigrated because he was in investment, specifically international private equity, and needed a green card.

As for Zhao Fusheng, he didn't plan to emigrate abroad for now.

After all, most of his business was in China.

"But I heard buying an island costs a lot of money, right?" Fan Baobao suddenly remembered something and said to Zhao Fusheng.

Zhao Fusheng nodded: "Indeed, it's not cheap."

"How much?" Fan Baobao asked.

"To buy one, it's about tens of millions of dollars, including miscellaneous expenses, maybe a hundred million?" Zhao Fusheng said casually.

For him, a hundred million dollars was nothing.

"How much?"

Hearing Zhao Fusheng's words, Fan Baobao's voice shot up by a dozen decibels, her face changing color.

That was a hundred million!

And in US dollars!

She wasn't stupid; Zhao Fusheng certainly wouldn't use RMB as the unit.

"Dad is right, money earned must be learned to spend." Seeing Fan Baobao's reaction, Zhao Fusheng smiled and waved his hand: "Don't worry about it. I have this money."

"I know you do!"

Fan Baobao said helplessly: "But spending so much money just to buy an island, isn't that a bit wasteful?"

In her view, if Zhao Fusheng donated hundreds of millions, Fan Baobao wouldn't feel bad, because that was helping others. But spending a hundred million to maintain an island, she really couldn't accept it.

Zhao Fusheng smiled, understanding Fan Baobao's reaction.

The concept of consumption is often related to a person's upbringing.

If he weren't a successful person, a reborn person, and didn't know how enormous the wealth he possessed and would possess was, Zhao Fusheng might have felt the same as Fan Baobao.

"You know, do you know how much money I have now?"

Zhao Fusheng thought for a moment and decided to change Fan Baobao's perspective.

Or rather, he needed to let Fan Baobao know what kind of empire her child would inherit.

"Huh?"

Fan Baobao looked bewildered at Zhao Fusheng's words.

Clearly, this question seemed inexplicable to her.

In her worldview, Zhao Fusheng was rich, very rich.

And that was it...

Because Fan Baobao had never paid attention to this matter.

"Let me put it this way."

Zhao Fusheng smiled at Fan Baobao: "Future Advertising now has an annual net profit of over a hundred million, and most importantly, it holds vast resources, both in the film and television circles and the advertising circle. Next year, I plan to list it on the main board. Future Film and Television, barring accidents, will be listed in Hong Kong next year. After these two companies go public, their market value will at least reach tens of billions of RMB. As the major shareholder, I hold over 80% of the shares. Even if diluted after listing, I will maintain absolute control with over 60%."

"As for Hanxing Investment in South Korea, according to Dong Chenxi's statistics, its current value conservatively exceeds five billion US dollars. Because Hanxing holds a large amount of land and cash, as well as shares in CJ Group and Samsung Group."

"Future Investment is impossible to calculate now. Dong Chenxi has invested in a bunch of companies, some may rise, some may fail. But just the Alibaba shares we hold are worth over three billion US dollars, and in the next few years, this amount will multiply by ten, or even more."

"Also, the Marvel I invested in the US has now doubled. I invested over two billion US dollars back then, now it's worth at least five billion."

"And Facebook, its current valuation has exceeded ten billion US dollars, and we hold 15% of the shares. According to Wall Street tycoons' predictions, once this company goes public, its market value will be at least a hundred billion US dollars..."

"Stop!"

Fan Baobao decisively stopped Zhao Fusheng from continuing.

She couldn't keep up with what Zhao Fusheng was saying.

"You mean, you've made a lot now?" Fan Baobao looked at Zhao Fusheng in surprise.

"Haha, I'm trying to tell you that your husband is very good at making money. Even if you try your hardest to squander it, it's fine." Zhao Fusheng said gently to Fan Baobao with a smile.

Fan Baobao was stunned, and after a long while, she had to admit that what Zhao Fusheng said was indeed true.

With assets of tens of billions of US dollars, even if just placed in a bank, the annual interest would be astronomical.

Even relying on that interest alone would be enough to live well.

At that moment, Fan Baobao suddenly felt that her previous idea of striving in the film and television circle was very boring...

Zhao Fusheng really gave people a sense of frustration.

"Does that mean you might be richer than Gates in the future?"

Fan Baobao suddenly thought of something, blinked, and said to Zhao Fusheng.

Zhao Fusheng chuckled: "Do you think Gates is really the richest person in the world?"

"Huh?"

Fan Baobao was taken aback.

Clearly, she didn't understand Zhao Fusheng's words.

Wasn't he?

That was the world's richest person announced by Forbes!

Shaking his head, Zhao Fusheng said: "Let's put it this way, money is just a number. Some people like to flaunt their wealth, others don't. Take our country's annual rich list. In fact, before publication, the list makers specifically ask some people if they want to be included. For example, Future Group also receives such inquiries."

"So?"

Fan Baobao asked puzzled: "You chose to hide?"

"Yes."

Zhao Fusheng nodded: "It's fine to be neither high nor low. There's no need to be the target. Besides, I never planned to list Future Investment, so I don't intend to let the outside world know exactly how much money I have."

Although Zhao Fusheng owned about 90% of Future Investment, as long as the company wasn't listed, he didn't need to disclose this information.

The outside world could only guess.

That was the advantage of being a capitalist.

Even if Facebook's market value reached five hundred billion US dollars one day, the owner of the 15% stake would still be Future Investment, not Zhao Fusheng personally.

Thus, the outside world's speculation about Zhao Fusheng's wealth would forever remain speculation.

"Alright, buy it."

Fan Baobao nodded.

Then she snorted: "After I finish my postpartum confinement, I'm going out shopping!"

Since her husband was so good at making money, if she didn't help him spend it, would she let those little vixens have it?

"Buy, buy, buy!"

Zhao Fusheng looked completely indifferent.

Money was meant to be spent.

If not on his wife and children, then on whom?

"Go on, earn milk money for your son." Seeing his expression, Fan Baobao felt helpless.

They grew up together, how did he turn out this way?

Why wasn't she as smart as him?

...

...

Zhao Fusheng, inexplicably kicked out of the house, had no choice but to take Liu Yiming to Future Investment.

"Why are you here?"

Dong Chenxi looked at Zhao Fusheng with some surprise.

"Kicked out..."

Zhao Fusheng smiled bitterly and said to Dong Chenxi: "By the way, what do you think about me buying an island?"

"Huh?"

Dong Chenxi was startled at first, then smiled: "That's great. I thought you were going to be a miser for life."

"..."

Zhao Fusheng was speechless.

So in their eyes, he was a miser.

But thinking about it, it was true.

From starting his business to now, the most money he had spent was probably on buying houses.

Most of the rest was spent on charity.

As for spending on enjoying life, there was basically none.

Even clothes and cars—the former were bought on Fan Baobao's advice, the latter purely because Zheng Yao, Zhang Qian, and others forced him to buy a bulletproof car for his safety.

"Why did you think of buying an island?"

Dong Chenxi looked at documents while casually asking Zhao Fusheng: "I remember those aren't cheap, right?"

"Yes."

Zhao Fusheng nodded: "Not cheap."

Then he smiled: "I figured since there's nothing much to do, buying an island would give us a place to go when we travel abroad."

That was the truth; his island would essentially be like Dong Chenxi and Zheng Yao's—they could go whenever they wanted.

"I think it's fine too."

Dong Chenxi put down the documents and said seriously to Zhao Fusheng: "You push yourself too hard. We've already developed well enough; we really don't need to be in such a hurry."

This was a common thought among her and Zheng Yao.

In their perception, Zhao Fusheng had always been too strict with himself.

No one his age had achieved such results, yet Zhao Fusheng still kept running forward like a relentless athlete.

Although every successful person needs this kind of dissatisfaction, the problem was that Zhao Fusheng was already very successful.