Chapter 2062 A Small Matter

Fan Baobao's comeback was truly just a small matter in Zhao Fusheng's eyes.

He had too many things to deal with recently; with the year-end approaching, although Zhao Fusheng didn't have to personally handle subsidiary matters, he still needed to review and inquire about various issues himself.

"This matter won't work."

"Tell President Zheng that this plan needs to be reconsidered."

"Nonsense! Since construction of the film base has already started, how can we choose to stop?"

Zhao Fusheng sat in the company office, reviewing documents while giving instructions to Liu Yiming.

Liu Yiming dared not slack off, holding his notebook and writing continuously.

This was his habit.

Every time Zhao Fusheng gave instructions, he would write them down and then convey them to others one by one.

In Liu Yiming's own words, this was something Wu Sijie had told him.

A good memory is worse than a bad pen. To avoid miscommunicating due to verbal errors, he would record everything, repeat it back to Zhao Fusheng for confirmation, and only then pass it on.

After all, this affected the work of many people in the group.

"Chairman, please take a look, is this correct..."

After Zhao Fusheng finished speaking, Liu Yiming reiterated his instructions to confirm with him.

Zhao Fusheng nodded, and Liu Yiming turned and left to convey Zhao Fusheng's words to others.

As the chairman's secretary, this was what he needed to do.

Of course, recently Liu Yiming had also been building Zhao Fusheng's office team.

After all, relying on one person alone was certainly not enough to complete so much work; Zhao Fusheng needed a large team around him.

Sitting in the office, Zhao Fusheng rubbed his head.

It was often said that when hearts are scattered, the team is hard to lead.

In fact, when a company grows large, the team is also hard to lead.

Just like the current Future Group, everyone had their own ideas, each thinking they were a talent, unaware that talent was never proven by empty talk and glibness.

"If you don't make money for me, you're no talent at all!"

Zhao Fusheng muttered to himself.

He had never denied that his purpose in doing business was to make money.

To make a lot of money.

When rich people say they're unhappy, many believe it must be true, thinking that simplicity is the true pursuit of life.

Even someone as powerful as Ma Xiaoyun would say, what use is money, what use is wealth? I've never touched money; I have no interest in it.

Zhao Fusheng once thought this was just showing off, telling people to learn to face their own lives.

But now, Zhao Fusheng found it utterly ridiculous.

When rich people say having more money doesn't make them happy, it's like a beauty telling you looks don't matter, or a thin person saying it's better to be a bit chubby for health.

They're just being hypocritical and saying it casually; those who take it seriously are too foolish.

The happiness of the rich is unimaginable to others.

Just like Zhao Fusheng now, if he were interviewed by the media, he would also say he has no interest in money, that it's just numbers, and that he enjoys the happiness of completing a career.

He might even say that everyone comes from an ordinary family, nothing special, just with a slightly bigger house.

Yes, his new home was very ordinary—just an island in the Mediterranean.

His house was a bit bigger—the entire island was his.

This is life, this is reality.

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"Why did you disagree with Future Advertising's new plan?"

Zheng Yao quickly came to find him.

After all, she had approved Future Advertising's new plan.

Although she was now the CEO of Future Group, Zheng Yao still paid close attention to the development of Future Advertising.

"You're pretty fast."

Zhao Fusheng smiled helplessly and said to Zheng Yao, "Have a seat first."

"Okay."

Zheng Yao nodded and sat down on the sofa opposite Zhao Fusheng.

He got up to pour her a glass of water and looked at Zheng Yao: "What do you think of Future Advertising's plan?"

Zheng Yao frowned: "I think it's not bad. The domestic market is already saturated; no matter how hard we try, there's probably not much room for growth, right?"

This was true. In her view, Future Advertising had already reached a huge scale, even a bottleneck. If they didn't think about going abroad and expanding the market, she believed further development would be impossible.

"I know that."

Zhao Fusheng nodded: "But I think the foreign luxury goods market isn't really suitable for us."

"What do you mean?"

Zheng Yao looked at Zhao Fusheng, puzzled.

Zhao Fusheng said solemnly: "Have you looked into the advertising materials of famous foreign luxury brands in recent years?"

"Not really."

Zheng Yao shook her head: "What does that have to do with us? Is it about the advertising style?"

Zhao Fusheng smiled bitterly: "It's not about style; it's that their ads, more or less, show some disrespect to our country."

"Huh?"

Hearing this, Zheng Yao's expression changed instantly.

"There are no small matters when it comes to the nation. These luxury brands target the international market, and they often come up with all sorts of problematic designs. As an advertising production company, we'll be the ones in the most trouble."

Zhao Fusheng looked at Zheng Yao and said calmly: "Think it over, go back and check the materials."

Zheng Yao left Zhao Fusheng's office in a daze, full of doubt.

Zhao Fusheng watched her back and sighed.

This was not alarmism; it was the truth.

Many foreign products, when designed, often don't care about China's reaction. After all, in their view, even if it involves insulting China, they can just apologize and move on. Soon, when things calm down, they can come back to make money in China.

But the problem was, Future Advertising had to survive in China.

Once or twice might be okay, but if it happened repeatedly, Future Advertising, being a local agency, would inevitably be pushed to the forefront.

How would they handle it then?

Rather than becoming a target and losing the reputation built over years, Zhao Fusheng felt it was better to play it safe and nip the danger in the bud now.

At least then he wouldn't have to worry.

Zheng Yao eventually chose to give in.

Or rather, when she saw the advertising designs of those foreign luxury brands over the years, she felt terrible.

In her own words, did those foreigners have rocks in their heads?

Didn't they know that for Chinese people, some things cannot afford mistakes?

Some things can be joked about, but others cannot.

Zhao Fusheng understood this principle well.

It was like certain crosstalk actors, so-called stars, joking about earthquakes. Besides their brainless fans, who thought that could be easily brushed aside?

But there was no help for it; even the fanatical K-pop fangirls were more clear-headed than the brainless fans of crosstalk.

Zhao Fusheng could only say this was the tragedy of a generation.

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"Chairman, our game user growth rate has been very fast in recent months." Dong Guoxiang came to see Zhao Fusheng in person to report on the recent situation of Future Technology.

Zhao Fusheng nodded: "I've seen the data; it's very good."

This was true. Future Technology's development this year had exceeded all expectations.

With the joint promotion by Tencent Technology and Future Technology, Dungeon & Fighter quickly became known among players online. Its fresh modes and gameplay immediately made players fall in love with this pay-to-win game.

And with this game, Future Technology's YY software rapidly gained widespread use among players.

Moreover, YY was also applied in various online games like World of Warcraft, with online users increasing day by day.

This situation even startled Dong Guoxiang.

Yes.

Even he himself hadn't expected that a voice chat software could have such huge development potential.

This was the truth. It was like a person who thought the antique in his hand was worth ten thousand, but when he accidentally took it to an antique shop, he found it was worth ten million.

That kind of feeling was not something ordinary people could handle.