Chapter 2211: Making a Profit?

Watching Fan Baobao and his own wife chatting about acting skills, Jiang Wen looked helpless and turned to Zhao Fusheng: “Seriously, you really don’t mind her acting?”

“Why would I mind?”

Zhao Fusheng raised an eyebrow: “Is anyone daring enough to cause her trouble?”

Jiang Wen was taken aback, then shook his head helplessly.

Come to think of it, Zhao Fusheng wasn’t wrong at all.

During the 2008 earthquake, Fan Baobao donated five hundred million on behalf of Zhao Fusheng, which had already exposed her identity under the spotlight.

Now in the entertainment industry, everyone knew that Fan Baobao was the mistress of Future Group.

In other words, she was a bona fide wealthy wife.

Under these circumstances, for Fan Baobao to make a comeback in acting—not to mention Future Film’s current influence in the circle—just her status alone meant no one with any sense would court trouble.

As for other matters, there was no need to mention them.

What Ye Jing had just said was not without reason.

If Fan Baobao wanted to make a comeback, whether in film or commercials, there would probably be a long line of people waiting to hire her.

Especially commercials.

After all, she had originally made her name through commercials, and after marriage she rarely appeared on screen.

Now, bearing the title of a super-rich wife, if she shot commercials…

Tsk, just imagining that scene, Jiang Wen felt it would definitely be interesting.

But Jiang Wen also understood that, given the relationship between Zhao Fusheng and Fan Baobao, even if Fan Baobao went out to act, it wouldn’t affect their feelings.

That was the advantage of childhood sweethearts.

At the very least, no one could pose a threat to their relationship.

If it were a couple who got together halfway, they would have to be wary of all kinds of scandals.

After all, that was common in the entertainment industry.

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Fan Baobao’s comeback was just a trivial matter.

What truly concerned Zhao Fusheng was the development of Future Group.

After all, that was what he really needed to pay attention to.

After all, with Future Group growing so large, Zhao Fusheng, as the boss, had to keep an eye on everything at all times.

As the Spring Festival approached, Zhao Fusheng became busy again.

With the group so large, just the annual bonuses alone amounted to a considerable sum.

And that money naturally required his signature.

Of course, the specifics of how to distribute it had already been discussed with him by Zheng Yao and others.

Zhao Fusheng naturally had no objections.

He was never the stingy type of boss; the employee benefits at Future Group had always been quite good.

Zhao Fusheng’s thinking was clear: employees get as much return as they contribute—that was the compensation they deserved.

Conversely, if they failed to meet the company’s requirements, they would naturally have to pack up and leave.

A contract was always mutual.

Zhao Fusheng would not allow the practice of valuing hard work over results.

The reason was simple: once a company started managing through personal relationships, all sorts of problems were bound to arise.

So even Dong Guoxiang, back when the YY voice incident happened, had his salary docked for a full six months by Zhao Fusheng.

As for Future Technology, several mid-level managers were directly fired.

Out of consideration for their years of hard work for the company, Zhao Fusheng gave Dong Guoxiang face and allowed them to resign voluntarily, so that at least when they looked for jobs later, they wouldn't lose too much face.

After all, being fired by a previous company and resigning voluntarily were two different things.

"On the live streaming platform side, we achieved a profit of thirty million in 2009."

When the year-end report was handed to Zhao Fusheng, he was stunned upon hearing Dong Guoxiang's report.

He really hadn't expected that the live streaming platform would actually make money!

It had only been a few months!

"No, you're not joking, are you?"

Even though Zhao Fusheng knew Dong Guoxiang definitely wasn't joking, he still asked in bewilderment, "A profit of thirty million? How did you make it? You guys didn't pull any tricks again, did you?"

He was genuinely worried, because Dong Guoxiang was easily swayed; if those programmers under him coaxed him a bit, he might fall for it.

If they really tried to play edge games or run shady live streams, they might attract a bunch of users in the short term, but it definitely wouldn't be a long-term solution.

Zhao Fusheng had seen too many examples of this in his later life.

Many live streaming platforms survived by walking a fine line, but in the end, they couldn't hold out, because people couldn't keep watching that kind of content forever, and national policies and regulations wouldn't allow it either.

Ultimately, for a platform to develop, it had to have its own unique characteristics.

Zhao Fusheng was well aware of this.

"No, no."

Dong Guoxiang quickly shook his head. Facing Zhao Fusheng's question, he explained, "You already said before, no edge games, we need to develop the hosts' specialties. After we got back, we also overhauled the various channels. Now, most of the platform's hosts are talent-based—talk shows, singing, and so on. Overall, the fans' reactions have been pretty good, and they're willing to send gifts to the hosts. That's how the platform made its profit."

"I see."

Zhao Fusheng nodded, finally understanding what was going on.

It seemed that the platform at this time already had a hint of the live-streaming platforms of later generations, starting to focus on fan effects.

He wondered if among those playing YY at this time, there were so-called 'big shots.'

Thinking of those tycoons who casually spent millions or tens of millions, Zhao Fusheng shook his head helplessly.

China was too vast, so vast that you couldn't even count the rich.

"That's good."

Zhao Fusheng nodded with satisfaction and said to Dong Guoxiang, "Since that's the case, just keep at it."

As he spoke, he smiled and said, "Maybe Future Technology can go public with this project."

"Go public?"

Dong Guoxiang was taken aback, somewhat surprised.

He really hadn't thought that far.

He simply regarded this as a task assigned by Zhao Fusheng and executed it earnestly.

After all, it had been like this for so many years.

But now, it seemed Zhao Fusheng didn't think that way; clearly, he had other plans in mind.

Seeing Dong Guoxiang's reaction, Zhao Fusheng knew that his trusted subordinate obviously hadn't considered the issue of Future Technology going public.

Thinking about it, it was quite normal, very much in line with Dong Guoxiang's character and temperament.

He wasn't really suited for management; given his abilities, he was more like a programmer, and research and development suited him better.

But over at Future Technology, Zhao Fusheng didn't have anyone else he trusted, so he placed Dong Guoxiang there.

Now it seemed, perhaps he should find a successor for Dong Guoxiang.