Chapter 2082: New Year's Reception

From a certain perspective, Zhao Fusheng wasn't actually opposed to the emergence of Weibo.

After all, it made celebrities more influential, and fans and the public had more intimate contact with them. In other words, there were more ways for celebrities to make money, and they earned more.

Even a single repost by a celebrity could earn hundreds of thousands.

For a company like Future Film, which was in the entertainment business, this alone was a good thing.

So despite many people's confusion, Zhao Fusheng directly instructed the artists under Future Film to join Weibo.

"By the way, acquire some shares of Sina."

Zhao Fusheng made a call to Dong Chenxi.

"What do you mean?"

Dong Chenxi was a bit baffled. Although Sina had been listed in the US since 2000, its market cap had never been very high. Even now, its stock price was only around twenty dollars, with a total market cap of less than one billion US dollars.

What use would Zhao Fusheng have for Sina's shares?

"Acquire a bit, become a shareholder. If Weibo goes public later, Sina's stock price will definitely soar," Zhao Fusheng said with a faint smile. "Besides, being a shareholder in such a social platform can't hurt. If there's negative news about us in the future, we can ask them for help."

"Huh?" Dong Chenxi was stunned. She never imagined such a move was possible.

But upon reflection, it was exactly as Zhao Fusheng had said.

Chinese people like to say it helps to have friends in high places.

The same principle applies in business competition.

If Future Investment were a shareholder of Sina, not to mention the money they could make, just the identity alone would provide many conveniences.

"How much should we acquire?" Dong Chenxi asked Zhao Fusheng.

"Just enough to get a seat on the board."

Zhao Fusheng smiled. "We're not trying to take over the company, just buying insurance."

"Okay."

Dong Chenxi nodded.

This trivial matter was nothing.

With a total market cap of less than fifteen billion US dollars, she was even worried about accidentally acquiring too many shares and becoming a major shareholder.

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After hanging up, Zhao Fusheng called Ye Jing to inform him about this.

After thinking it over, he simply drove to the company headquarters.

"Why are you here?"

Zheng Yao was a bit surprised, thinking Zhao Fusheng wouldn't come today.

Zhao Fusheng smiled. "Nothing much, just to tell you I had Dong Chenxi acquire Sina shares."

"Huh?"

Zheng Yao was taken aback.

If she remembered correctly, Zhao Fusheng had previously said he didn't plan to get involved with Weibo.

Why had he changed his mind now?

"What do you mean?" With doubts in mind, Zheng Yao asked casually.

Zhao Fusheng smiled and explained the situation, finally saying to Zheng Yao, "You'd better contact Sina and hint at my intention. Say I'm optimistic about Weibo, but since this platform has our company's artists, I need to acquire a small stake to ensure my voice."

"Okay."

Zheng Yao immediately understood Zhao Fusheng's meaning and nodded without objection.

"Is that all?"

Then she looked at Zhao Fusheng. "I thought you had something else."

"No."

Zhao Fusheng shook his head. "I'm taking Beibei to Italy for the New Year in a few days. I wanted to get everything arranged before I leave."

"Suit yourself."

Zheng Yao shook her head helplessly.

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Zhao Fusheng's plan was good, but unfortunately, plans change.

A phone call from Xue Yuanfang forced him to stop.

"What?"

Stunned, Zhao Fusheng held the phone and said, "You want me to attend the New Year's reception?"

"Yes."

Xue Yuanfang nodded. "The higher-ups specifically requested your attendance at this year's Federation of Industry and Commerce New Year's reception."

"Can't I skip it? Let Zheng Yao go." Zhao Fusheng thought for a moment and试探ingly said.

"Ha, do you think this is a press conference?"

Xue Yuanfang said irritably, "You can ask not to be photographed, but you must be there, understand?"

Interestingly, among China's wealthy, only Zhao Fusheng remained mysterious, rarely reported by the media, and officially only a name existed.

If not for occasionally appearing in online legends, people wouldn't even know there was such a wealthy young man in China.

"Alright, I understand."

Zhao Fusheng sighed, touched Fan Beibei's head, and helplessly hung up.

"Beibei, looks like we'll have to leave a few days later."

Zhao Fusheng said helplessly to Fan Beibei.

"Brother, you have work, right?" Fan Beibei asked understandingly.

"Yeah, I have to go to a dinner I don't like."

Zhao Fusheng resigned himself.

Some things couldn't be avoided just because he wanted to.

The authorities come first.

Long live harmony.

Under these circumstances, unless Zhao Fusheng was crazy, he had no choice but to obediently wait to attend this banquet.

But what he didn't expect was that when the news got out, Zheng Yao and the others were quite happy.

"Great!"

"Yes, it shows the higher-ups have a good impression of us."

"Looks like our efforts over the past year have paid off."

Watching the group cheer, Zhao Fusheng looked helpless.

Didn't these people realize that he was the one who had to socialize?

What heartless friends!

"Hey, can't you guys think about me for once?" Zhao Fusheng said speechlessly to Zheng Yao and Dong Chenxi. "How about one of you becomes the chairman?"

"Dream on!"

Everyone retorted in unison.

"You know, this is good for our company's development," Zheng Yao said to Zhao Fusheng. "Even if our company's name appears in the news, especially in news about the national leaders' reception, that's a huge benefit—something no amount of advertising money can buy, understand?"

"I know."

Zhao Fusheng rolled his eyes at her.

He was in advertising and had such a big business now, so of course he knew what it meant for a businessman to be invited to a banquet of this level.

It was like a web novelist being accepted into the China Writers Association—it meant official recognition.

Although there wasn't much practical benefit, at least it sounded good!

"So, should we use this to stir up some hype?"

Zhao Fusheng said casually.

"No."

"Absolutely not!"

Zheng Yao and the others quickly stopped Zhao Fusheng's idea.

Are you kidding? Using the authorities for hype—was that crazy or what?

"Forget it, let it be."

Seeing their reaction, Zhao Fusheng shook his head helplessly and said no more.

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Time passed quickly, and soon it was near the Spring Festival. Zhao Fusheng, who hadn't left, ended up attending the New Year's reception.

Naturally, his identity was Chairman of Future Group.

He shook hands with several big shots one by one, was praised for being young and promising, but it was Xue Yuanfang's elder who, while shaking hands with Zhao Fusheng, smiled and said, "Hope for even better development next year."

Clearly, he knew something.

Thinking about it, as the head of public relations, how could Xue Yuanfang not know Future Group's development strategy?

If he knew, naturally that big shot knew too.

But Zhao Fusheng didn't mind at all; in fact, he was a bit happy.

As the biggest player in China over the next decade, he was eager to leave a good impression on that big shot.

Even if he did nothing, as long as the other person thought well of him, it would be useful in many situations.

After the New Year's reception, Zhao Fusheng left the Great Hall.

"Why not stay a bit longer?"

Xue Yuanfang, who had accompanied Zhao Fusheng, asked curiously.

Zhao Fusheng shook his head. "I have a plane to catch, big shot."

"Catch a plane?"

Xue Yuanfang was surprised, then suddenly understood. "You're leaving now?"

Speechless, Zhao Fusheng said, "I'm going to Italy, not Zhangjiakou. If I don't leave early, do you want me to spend the New Year on the plane?"

He now knew that the higher-ups hadn't originally listed him for the reception, knowing he kept a low profile. But Xue Yuanfang mentioned it to his elder, who thought it was a good idea and had his secretary add Zhao Fusheng.

He knew Xue Yuanfang was trying to help, but the problem was that it disrupted his schedule!

Hearing Zhao Fusheng's words, Xue Yuanfang smiled awkwardly and then changed the subject. "Why hasn't your private plane arrived yet?"

He naturally knew about Zhao Fusheng buying a plane, so he asked curiously.

"It's not that fast."

Zhao Fusheng shook his head helplessly. "They take orders and then we have to wait. There are probably a lot of people ahead of us."

"Alright, I thought they could deliver it directly."

Xue Yuanfang smiled.

"You're dreaming."

Zhao Fusheng waved his hand. "I used to think that too, but now I know they don't have a bunch of planes waiting for us to buy. They take orders, come up with a design, and build the plane according to your requirements."

"Impressive!"

Xue Yuanfang was stunned, looking astonished.

He really hadn't expected there was so much to it.

Although he was considered a top playboy in the capital, buying a plane was far beyond his reach.

After all, given the national situation, if Xue Yuanfang actually bought a plane, he'd be exposed in no time, so he never thought about such things and naturally didn't know there was this kind of process.