Chapter 0208 Drawing a Line

A middle-aged man often feels lonely, because when he opens his eyes, everyone around him depends on him, yet there is no one he can rely on.

Many people may not understand this feeling, but Zhao Fusheng could, because he had experienced it.

It is a feeling of standing there, looking around in bewilderment, finding nothing to lean on, having to rely only on yourself.

No matter how hard life is, even if you sit alone in the wind and snow eating steamed buns, you must grit your teeth and persevere; even if you work hard for more than ten hours every day, you must smile and say you're not tired.

Because every middle-aged man knows that he is the sole support of his family; if he cannot hold on, the family will collapse.

Zhao Fusheng could feel the same sentiment in Wang Shen.

He was very anxious, or rather, Wang Shen, who seemed honest, simple, and without desires, hid an ambition beneath his calm exterior.

Although they had only met a few times, Zhao Fusheng always believed that compared to the seemingly shrewd and capable Su Xia, the quiet Wang Shen was the smarter one.

"Hey, Sister Su, it's me, Zhao Fusheng." Dialing Su Xia's number, Zhao Fusheng said with a smile.

"Oh, busy man, what made you think to call me?" Su Xia's voice sounded calm, but the calmer she was, the more Zhao Fusheng found it strange.

Logically, if Qvod had been developed by Wang Shen, she shouldn't be treating him like this.

"Nothing much, just haven't been in touch for a while, wanted to say hello to you and Brother Wang." Zhao Fusheng laughed.

"We're both fine. Oh, by the way, your Brother Wang asked me to tell you that the thing you asked him to do last time is done." Su Xia said as if casually.

Zhao Fusheng was taken aback, then smiled: "Good, then thank Brother Wang for me. I'll treat you both to a meal another day."

Hanging up the phone, a strange expression appeared on his face.

He had guessed right; it seemed Wang Shen was afraid he would come to him for a share of the spoils.

Zhao Fusheng was very clever. Although Su Xia didn't say it outright, the implication was clear: Qvod had nothing to do with him. Although it was his idea initially, Wang Shen had already helped promote his navigation page, so they were even.

Zhao Fusheng didn't mind at all. Qvod was ultimately illegal; even if it benefited many shut-ins, it was also a thorn in the side of competitors. Moreover, Zhao Fusheng didn't want to be known as the father of Qvod. As a reincarnator, he had plenty of opportunities to make money; there was no need to tarnish his reputation.

Think about it—others were the fathers of e-commerce or WeChat. If he ended up with the title of father of Qvod, he would have to be crazy to compete with Wang Shen for that.

Calculating the time, if his memory served him right, it wouldn't be long before Chen Tianqiao introduced the online game that would catapult him to the top of the rich list. That would be the best opportunity to promote wo123.

Whether a startup can grow, how big it can become, and how long it can survive depends not only on luck but entirely on the boss's vision and learning ability. Entrepreneurs must absorb all knowledge like monsters; the speed of this process is directly proportional to the countdown to the company's death.

In Zhao Fusheng's view, both Wang Shen and Su Xia had ambition but lacked foresight; they were hardly capable of achieving anything.

But that was fine. Drawing a clear line now would save trouble later.

Everyone has their own choices. He wasn't a god; he could help one person, but not ten thousand.

The bus stopped near the school. As Zhao Fusheng got off, a few people approached from not far away. He didn't pay attention at first, but then a figure suddenly made him stop.

Hu Xia?

Frowning, Zhao Fusheng looked at the group and noticed they were probably members of the poetry club. Since the last time he had slapped the poetry club's face in front of everyone, Tan Kaixuan had stopped attending their activities, but Hu Xia was still very enthusiastic. In Tan Kaixuan's words, she was completely immersed in the persona of a literary young woman.

Since returning from Beijing, Mu Qingqing, perhaps too embarrassed to face Zhao Fusheng, hadn't contacted him again. Zhao Fusheng was happy for the peace and naturally didn't reach out to her.

Now, what appeared before Zhao Fusheng was Hu Xia and a few poetry club members.

That alone wouldn't have caught his attention, but what was more important was that Hu Xia was clearly with a boy who was very close to her. They were chatting and laughing like a couple.

Everything in the world has a cause and effect. You can't sympathize with someone casually, can't judge by appearances, and can't listen to only one side of the story, because often people are unconsciously mistaken. The ancestors said, 'A long road tests a horse's strength, and time reveals a person's heart.' That saying holds some truth.

There is a type of girl who has a fatal attraction for men, especially young men. They are generally good-looking, like to smile, dress appropriately, and stand like a quiet flower. They are also considerate, making both men and women feel they could be their best friend.

They always think thoroughly, like a force field that works flawlessly on men, making men willing to do anything for them.

Such people never hurt anyone with words. In a relationship, they seem passive but are actually in control, because they can subtly influence everyone.

Zhao Fusheng called this type of woman a green tea bitch.

Zhao Fusheng couldn't be sure if Hu Xia was a green tea bitch, but he was sure that Tan Kaixuan had really changed a lot for her, and now Hu Xia was treating him coldly.

In matters of the heart, there's no right or wrong, but no one should treat others as fools.

Zhao Fusheng didn't move forward but stood silently on the path the poetry club group had to take.

Gradually, someone noticed Zhao Fusheng. Hu Xia also saw him. In that instant, her face turned pale, and she stopped.

"What's wrong?" The boy beside her looked at her with concern.

"N-nothing." Hu Xia hesitated and answered softly.

Zhao Fusheng said nothing, just stood there quietly watching Hu Xia. At this moment, he felt it was more appropriate not to speak.

"Who are you?" The boy, unwilling to be a bystander, stepped in front of Hu Xia and asked Zhao Fusheng.

At that moment, Zhao Fusheng hoped Hu Xia would explain, but she did nothing.

Zhao Fusheng pointed at Hu Xia, then at the boy, shook his head, said nothing, turned around, and walked away.

Watching Zhao Fusheng's back, Hu Xia mustered her courage and said loudly, "This is between me and Tan Kaixuan. We broke up a week ago!"

The implication was that Zhao Fusheng had no reason to interfere.

Zhao Fusheng stopped, turned to look at Hu Xia, and said calmly, "From the start, I never thought you were suitable for Tan Kaixuan, but he liked you, so I said nothing. I just hope you remember the choice you made, because with this choice, you've lost a lot."

Hu Xia was stunned. Before she could recover, Zhao Fusheng had already turned and left.

"Who is that guy?"

The boy beside Hu Xia frowned and was about to go after him.

"Don't. He's Tan Kaixuan's roommate..." Hu Xia paused for a moment, then stopped the boy.

The boy clearly knew Tan Kaixuan. He glanced at Hu Xia and said nothing more, but no one noticed the hint of malice in his eyes as he watched Zhao Fusheng's retreating figure.

Back in the dormitory, Zhao Fusheng glanced at Tan Kaixuan, who was playing games with Wen Yu, and sighed inwardly. No wonder the guy had been acting off lately, holed up in the dorm all day. When asked, he would say Hu Xia was busy. So it turned out he had been dumped.

"Still that same old look, bottling everything up." Zhao Fusheng shook his head and said, "I'm treating tonight. Got time?"

"Huh?"

"Treating?"

Wen Yu and Tan Kaixuan were startled and looked at Zhao Fusheng in surprise.

Zhao Fusheng smiled: "Unlimited drinks, plenty of meat. In or out?"

"In!"

The two answered in unison.