Chapter 2104: Listing Imminent

There is no one who does not yearn for a perfect romance.

Especially girls, even more so.

For Hu Tingting, it was the same.

She too had dreamed of meeting her prince, even though she knew it was hard to achieve, but dreaming wasn't a crime.

But when she met Dong Guoxiang, she realized that her dream might actually come true.

For Dong Guoxiang, what Zhao Fusheng and the others had done today was quite unexpected.

Or rather, it didn't align with his values.

“Isn’t this going too far?”

Dong Guoxiang called Zhao Fusheng.

“What’s wrong?”

Zhao Fusheng laughed upon hearing this: “Are you feeling sorry for the money, or sympathizing with those two whose cars were smashed?”

“What, they really smashed them?”

Dong Guoxiang hadn’t expected that Zhao Fusheng would actually let Zhang Qian smash the cars of Li Jie and Zhou Xiaoyan.

“Don’t you know Old Xue’s temper?”

Zhao Fusheng said helplessly: “If he didn’t deal with them personally, you should thank your lucky stars for those two. But what’s the story with those two?”

“It’s like this…”

Dong Guoxiang then recounted what he had learned from Hu Tingting, and finally said helplessly: “I don’t mean anything else, just hope nothing serious comes of it.”

He was the type who didn’t want to cause trouble for others, even for Xue Yuanfang and Zhang Qian.

After all, this was his personal matter, not official business; causing trouble wouldn’t be appropriate.

“It’s fine.”

Zhao Fusheng laughed: “They’re not big shots. Old Xue will handle it himself. In his words, stepping on such nobodies whose families don’t even have a high-ranking official gives him no sense of achievement.”

“…”

Dong Guoxiang was speechless.

He only then remembered that before joining Future Group to do business, Xue Yuanfang was a well-known playboy in the capital, let alone now that his family had a member poised to enter the central leadership. As he himself said, he had no interest in stepping on people whose families didn’t even have a high-ranking official.

“By the way, what’s up with your girlfriend?” Zhao Fusheng asked with interest.

When a girl encounters such a situation, she’s either extremely flattering or needs to calm down. He was curious which type Hu Tingting was.

“Nothing much, she just told me to have lunch together tomorrow as usual,” Dong Guoxiang said. “Does that mean she accepts me?”

“Probably.”

Zhao Fusheng hadn’t expected such an outcome either. He blinked and said seriously: “At least she didn’t cry or make a scene, nor did she say she wanted to break up. Isn’t that good?”

Dong Guoxiang listened to him and nodded: “That’s what I think too.”

After a few more words, they hung up.

“Boss, was what you just said for real?” Liu Yiming asked in surprise, listening to Zhao Fusheng.

Zhao Fusheng chuckled: “How would I know?”

“Huh?”

Liu Yiming was dumbfounded, staring at Zhao Fusheng, thinking to himself that you really don’t care if you kill someone.

Zhao Fusheng waved his hand: “Who told Zheng Yao and the others to blow things up? Now they’ve all run off, leaving me to take the heat. But I guess it should be fine. With Dong’s personality, any woman would like him, right?”

Liu Yiming thought about Dong Guoxiang’s temperament and agreed wholeheartedly with Zhao Fusheng.

For one thing, Dong Guoxiang was definitely the kind of genuine homebody.

He didn’t smoke or drink heavily, spent most of his time at work, and didn’t go out for entertainment after work, heading straight home early.

He had no bad habits and was good at managing finances.

Thinking about how this man now owned over a dozen properties in the capital, Liu Yiming even felt the urge to introduce his sister Liu Yan to Dong Guoxiang.

After all, according to the boss, properties within the Fourth Ring Road in the capital, as long as they weren’t too small, would fetch astronomical prices in the future!

Being an artist is so hard; how could it compare to the joy of being a landlord collecting rent?

…

…

Dong Guoxiang’s matter was thus settled. For Zhao Fusheng, personally facilitating this gave him a great sense of accomplishment.

As for Dong Chenxi, Zhao Fusheng couldn’t be bothered with her.

Wu Sijie had quietly stolen away his good friend without a word; not settling accounts with him was already giving Dong Chenxi face.

That was also Zheng Yao’s thought.

Zhao Fusheng and she were of the same mind.

The next day, when Ye Jing returned from Hong Kong, he brought good news: the listing of Future Film and Television was finally confirmed.

“In another four months, we can officially go public.”

Ye Jing came to Zhao Fusheng’s chairman’s office to report.

“The news can be released.”

Zhao Fusheng pondered for a moment and said to Ye Jing: “The internal shares for artists must be clearly allocated, as well as the management shares for executives. I don’t want our company to become a tool for some people to profit after listing.”

As he spoke, he smiled and said, "I'm not planning to play any games with pledged stocks, so these people had better know what to do."

"Don't worry, I understand."

Ye Jing nodded, naturally knowing what to do.

"We need to urge Old Jiang."

Zhao Fusheng pondered for a moment, then said to Ye Jing, "If we go public this year, 'Let the Bullets Fly' must be a hit if it's released during National Day!"

The reason was simple: if Future Films had just gone public and the movie's box office flopped, the blow to the stock price would be enormous, possibly causing investors to lose confidence and sell off shares.

At that point, Zhao Fusheng would have no choice but to use his own funds to shore up the price.

That absolutely could not happen. Although it would be easy for Zhao Fusheng and wouldn't cause any major damage, if he did that, it would mean the IPO was a failed decision.

"I know."

Ye Jing nodded again.

He understood what Zhao Fusheng meant. A film company that chose to go public would inevitably face a dilemma.

The company's stock price would inevitably be affected by the market.

In other words, if the box office or ratings of Future Films' previous investments were low, they would only lose the initial investment costs. Often, those costs were already recouped through sponsorship fees and advertising.

But since they were listed on the Hong Kong Stock Exchange and became a public company, they had to bear the risks of the capital market.

In other words, a box office flop could easily affect the company's stock price.

Conversely, a box office hit would cause the company's market value to skyrocket.

That was how crazy the capital market was!

"By the way, should we contact some funds through Future Investment?"

Ye Jing thought for a moment and asked Zhao Fusheng.

After all, once the company's stock was listed, there would definitely be roadshows to attract large institutional investors. If they could prepare in advance, it would benefit the IPO.

"I'm not handling that. Talk to Dong Chenxi."

Zhao Fusheng smiled. "I only make suggestions; the decision is hers."

Ye Jing smiled, naturally understanding Zhao Fusheng's meaning—it seemed he agreed with his idea.

...

...

Perhaps because of the Future Films IPO, Zhao Fusheng's mood had improved considerably, and he had been smiling more often in recent days.

"Brother, are you very happy?"

Fan Beibei, who had just returned from Italy, asked Zhao Fusheng with some surprise.

Today, when Zhao Fusheng picked her up from school, he was almost constantly smiling, which really surprised the little girl.

"Of course."

Zhao Fusheng smiled and nodded: "Seeing Beibei, of course Big Brother is happy."

"Heh heh..."

Fan Beibei looked at him helplessly: "Bro, I'm not a five-year-old anymore."

"Hahaha!"

This time it was Zhao Fusheng's turn to be a bit embarrassed. He laughed it off, suddenly realizing that Fan Beibei was almost in middle school.

"It's about business."

Zhao Fusheng smiled and said to Fan Beibei: "To be honest, I really didn't expect you to have grown up so much."

As he spoke, Zhao Fusheng ruffled Fan Beibei's hair: "Our Beibei has grown up, gotten smarter, hasn't she?"

"Of course."

Fan Beibei smiled smugly.

"Remember, no dating at school. If anyone bullies you, tell the teacher, then call me, got it?" Zhao Fusheng thought of many school bullying incidents from later years and suddenly became nervous, quickly instructing Fan Beibei.

In his view, girls like Fan Beibei, who were pretty and came from a good family, were the easiest to be bullied.

There was no helping it; whether boys or girls, it was the same—what they disliked most were those who were far better than themselves.

"Bully me?"

Fan Beibei was taken aback, then shook her head: "I'd like to see them try. I've trained with Aunt Panpan."

Zhao Fusheng was speechless.

He really didn't know about this—Fan Beibei had actually trained with Yang Panpan?

But he figured it was just fancy moves, after all, she was still young, and martial arts required hard work from childhood.

Not everyone could reach Wu Jing's level.

Thinking of Wu Jing, Zhao Fusheng suddenly realized that this guy should probably be about to return from Hong Kong, right?

"Come on, Big Brother will take you out for a feast."

Zhao Fusheng smiled and took Fan Beibei's hand.

"Great, I want steak today."

Hearing that she could have a feast, Fan Beibei was naturally very happy and quickly said to Zhao Fusheng.

Zhao Fusheng readily agreed; he wouldn't refuse Fan Beibei's requests.

But after getting in the car, Zhao Fusheng still sent a text to Ye Jing, asking him to check where Wu Jing was now.

Zhao Fusheng had always admired this excellent action actor. He hoped he could cooperate with Wu Jing—even if he didn't sign him, at least collaborate a few times to bask in his glory.