Chapter 2201: Missing Family More During Festive Seasons

Personality is something everyone has, actually.

Zhao Fusheng knew this too.

Even he himself, at times, would throw a little tantrum.

But the problem was, once personality was tied to the public, one had to learn to restrain it.

For example, being a celebrity often meant being attacked by all kinds of trolls and keyboard warriors. Admittedly, these trolls and keyboard warriors were truly disgusting, like the black sheep of the internet.

But the issue was, as a public figure, if you didn't restrain your personality, why should the public tolerate you?

Celebrities and artists sold personas, selling images that catered to the public's fantasies.

Imagine a young man who constantly hyped himself as well-behaved, sensible, and sunny, suddenly caught smoking in public one day. How would his fans or even passersby feel?

It was the same for Jiang Wen.

If you made a film and wanted it to be released in theaters, it meant you weren't making it just for yourself; you wanted box office returns.

But the problem was, if what you made couldn't move the audience, why should they pay for it?

As they said, comparing people can lead to death, comparing goods can lead to discarding.

That was the logic.

Your film was incomprehensible; others couldn't understand it.

Other people's films might lack depth, but they could make the audience relaxed and happy.

Naturally, the audience would make their own choice.

Those who treated the audience as fools would be mercilessly slapped in the face by them.

Like some self-media in later years, accustomed to consuming heroes and public sentiment, once the public woke up, they would reap what they sowed.

Of course, public opinion had always been something that could be guided.

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After the meal, everyone dispersed.

This matter was considered settled for now.

Dong Guoxiang was the last to leave. Before going, he told Zhao Fusheng that the livestream platform had gotten on track and, barring accidents, might turn a profit this year.

To be honest, Zhao Fusheng really hadn't expected this thing to become profitable so quickly.

In his impression, livestream platforms seemed very hard to turn a profit.

But now it seemed he had underestimated the industry.

Regardless, this was good news.

How much profit didn't matter; the fact that it was profitable was enough to prove his decision was right.

Time quickly reached the end of the year.

2009 had passed quickly; Zhao Fusheng hadn't even realized that soon it would be 2010.

With New Year's approaching, he considered it and decided to go to Italy to be with his family.

To be honest, staying in China didn't require him to handle anything. With Zheng Yao and the others around, Future Group had no major issues needing his attention.

As for Future Investment, with Dong Chenxi there, he was even less needed.

This was what Zhao Fusheng was most proud of.

The people around him, though not professionals, had been taught by him over the years how to manage a company.

Their abilities might not be top-notch, but their minds were clear; they knew what they should and could do.

This was undoubtedly very important.

Self-awareness was a crucial ability for a person, especially for a corporate manager.

For instance, if a corporate manager didn't know their own level and meddled in company affairs, it could easily lead to management chaos and decision-making errors.

Thus affecting the normal operation of the enterprise.

Zhao Fusheng didn't want that to happen.

So he had always been trying to instill in those around him the concept: never pretend to know what you don't.

If you know, you know; if you don't, you don't.

In fact, many times, as a corporate manager, you really didn't need to understand every detail. As long as you could control the big picture, there was no need to dwell on details.

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“Tired, aren’t you?”

When Zhao Fusheng arrived in Italy, it was evening there.

Seeing his travel-worn appearance, his family was truly worried.

Zhao’s mother simply said, “If I’d known, I wouldn’t have bought this island here; it’s too far.”

Zhao Fusheng chuckled but didn’t take his mother’s words to heart.

A mother would naturally worry about her son, but some things weren’t up to him.

Or rather, once a choice was made, there was no room for regret.

“The child just arrived; let him rest well.”

His father was more composed. He glanced at Zhao Fusheng but didn’t say much.

Fathers were like that; for them, expressing their feelings was a luxury, even if they missed their son just as much.

If it were the Zhao Fusheng of his past life, he might not have understood his father, but in this life, or rather now, he had long passed the so-called rebellious phase and could naturally grasp his father’s thoughts.

This was probably what they called growth.

Fan Baobao, on the other hand, hadn’t said much. After asking a few concerned questions, she helped Zhao Fusheng change clothes.

The two of them were now an old married couple; some things didn’t need to be said—they understood each other.

Soon, Zhao Fusheng freshened up and went to his room to rest.

“Mom has been especially homesick these past few months.”

Fan Baobao sat beside Zhao Fusheng and said softly.

Clearly, she was explaining to Zhao Fusheng why his mother had acted that way just now.

Zhao Fusheng smiled; he naturally understood what Fan Baobao meant.

“How about this: let Mom fly back for the New Year.”

Zhao Fusheng thought for a moment and said to Fan Baobao.

Missing family more during festive seasons.

For his parents, Italy was clearly not their home in their hearts. Only by returning to China would they probably feel better.

“That works. I’ll talk to Mom later.”

Fan Baobao nodded, quite agreeing with Zhao Fusheng’s suggestion.

“Where’s our son?”

Zhao Fusheng held his daughter in his arms and suddenly realized he hadn’t seen his eldest son just now.

Fan Baobao smiled: “He went out for a stroll with my mom. That kid never stays put; he always likes to wander around.”

“Loving freedom is a good thing.”

Zhao Fusheng laughed and waved his hand: “Don’t worry about him. As long as he doesn’t become some spoiled brat, he can do whatever he wants.”

When it came to children’s education, Zhao Fusheng had never thought about molding his son into a specific kind of person.

As long as he could grow up healthy and be a person with a clear conscience, that was enough.

Wasn’t the point of his own hard work to ensure his son didn’t have to struggle?