Chapter 2202: A Major Incident!

As it turned out, Fan Baobao's guess was correct.

Sure enough, upon hearing that they could go home for the New Year, Aunt Zhao's mood immediately improved, and even Li Yuan's spirits lifted considerably.

It seemed the elderly still preferred living in China.

Since they had decided to return to China for the Spring Festival, preparations were necessary—buying gifts, local specialties, and the like.

Seeing Aunt Zhao and the others launch into shopping mode, Zhao Fusheng had no choice but to dutifully tag along as an escort.

Regardless, as long as his mother was happy, that was what mattered.

As a son, this was all he could do.

But in any case, this matter was finally settled.

All were delighted.

Zhao's father was indifferent; men and women were ultimately quite different.

This was actually quite interesting: often, women were attached to home, while men preferred the outside world.

As some said, a man's goal was the stars and the sea.

In truth, that was merely a yearning for freedom.

Zhao Fusheng was fine.

In his previous life, he might have held such a mindset, but now he was more inclined to stay by his family's side.

People were probably like this.

Once you have seen the vast ocean, it is hard to be content with a pond; once you have seen the clouds over Mount Wu, it is hard to be satisfied with other clouds.

After experiencing certain things, one loses interest in others.

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A brief separation is sweeter than a honeymoon; between old married couples, there are things that cannot be expressed in words.

Come to think of it, it was really quite interesting.

Zhao Fusheng and Fan Baobao had not seen each other for a long time, but their feelings had not changed at all.

Sometimes, Zhao Fusheng himself wondered if it was because he had always valued family and emotions more than physical sensations.

Of course, it might also be due to a sense of moral restraint.

Jiang Wen is planning to take a break?

Lying in bed, Fan Baobao leaned on Zhao Fusheng's shoulder and said casually.

The news she got was probably from Zhou Yun.

Zhao Fusheng nodded: "Yes. Old Jiang's idea—he's been busy filming all this time and hasn't spent much time with his family, so he plans to rest for a while."

It's good to rest.

Fan Baobao said, "He really shouldn't overwork himself."

Then, with a glance, she looked at Zhao Fusheng: "You too—don't push yourself too hard."

As Zhao Fusheng's wife, she knew better than anyone how exhausted he truly was.

The company might seem prosperous now, but in reality, every step had to be taken with caution.

After all, it wasn't like the early days of entrepreneurship, when failure meant little loss.

Now, with projects involving hundreds of millions or even billions, even if failure didn't cripple them, it would affect more and more people and families.

Under such circumstances, how could Zhao Fusheng afford to be careless?

Fan Baobao understood this, which was why she was so understanding of his hardships.

Often, the pressure one bears is not easily understood by others; perhaps only the closest people can vaguely sense it.

Beyond that, one has to bear it alone.

Zhao Fusheng was quite pleased with Fan Baobao's thoughtfulness.

He smiled gently and said to her, "I'm fine."

That was the truth.

Unlike others, Zhao Fusheng often tried to release the pressure within him, though his way of doing so was different from others.

Of course, this might have been a result of his mindset from his previous life.

People, no matter how beautifully they are adorned on the outside, are nothing but a bundle of desires once the skin is peeled off.

But precisely because of this, we should cherish the dignity of that skin even more.

Zhao Fusheng sometimes thought that so-called culture was perhaps the dignity of that skin.

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Time passed quickly in Italy. Admittedly, Zhao Fusheng had to acknowledge that proper rest did help one relax.

He had originally planned to stay until the Little New Year before returning to China.

But news from home made him abandon that plan and return to China early.

Future Group, conference room.

What's going on? Why did this happen?

Zhao Fusheng's face was ashen as he looked at the people before him.

Well...

Zheng Yao hesitated, about to speak, but Zhao Fusheng interrupted her and looked at Dong Guoxiang: "You tell me!"

He was genuinely angry.

He had been enjoying his vacation in Italy when he received news that the newly launched YY Voice platform in China had been exposed for vulgar performances.

Now, online public opinion was in an uproar, and Future Technology had become a company synonymous with vulgarity, condemned by all.

Even Future Group, which had always maintained a good image, was affected.

I'm sorry, Chairman. It's my fault. I failed to supervise my subordinates properly.

Dong Guoxiang stood up and bowed to Zhao Fusheng.

In this matter, he indeed bore undeniable leadership responsibility. As the general manager of Future Technology, he had overlooked such an important issue, thereby tarnishing the entire company's image.

If it were anyone else, they might have had to resign immediately.

This matter must be dealt with as quickly as possible.

Zhao Fusheng ignored Dong Guoxiang and said sternly to Zheng Yao: "Contact the media, and mobilize our own resources to calm things down as soon as possible."

Then he looked at Dong Guoxiang: "Clean up the platform's streamers. Remove those with vulgar or unhealthy content immediately. I'd rather not make money than lose our reputation. Understand?"

This was very important. Zhao Fusheng knew well how crucial a company's reputation was for its development.

Why was Baidu later condemned by everyone, its reputation utterly ruined? Because before that, due to a series of idiotic operations by Baidu, netizens had lost all trust in the company.

It sounds ridiculous—Baidu was a company that started with search engines, but in the later stages, it could only watch as companies like Sogou and 360 rose without being able to do anything.

To a large extent, it was because Baidu's reputation had already gone bad.

To be honest, if not for its previous high market share, which kept its usage rate high, Baidu would have been completely crushed by this alone.

But regardless, Zhao Fusheng was not going to let this matter slide easily.

A group of company executives all looked pale. Everyone knew that the chairman rarely lost his temper, but this time he was clearly furious.

No matter who was involved, the final outcome would not be good.

In fact, it was very likely that a number of people would be fired.