Chapter 2212: New Year's Here!

Regarding the issue of the live streaming platform going public, Zhao Fusheng knew the ins and outs very well, but Dong Guoxiang had truly never thought about it.

After all, in his impression, this was just a project. Even if it turned a profit, could it really be more lucrative than making games?

Seeing his reaction, Zhao Fusheng knew that his words hadn't sunk in.

Shaking his head helplessly, after a moment's thought, Zhao Fusheng said, "I'll assign you a deputy later. Separate the live streaming platform business from the company's operations and set up a subsidiary, understand?"

Subsidiary?

Dong Guoxiang was taken aback, somewhat surprised, but didn't understand Zhao Fusheng's intention.

Zhao Fusheng waved his hand: "Go back. I'll have Zheng Yao talk to you about it later."

Dong Guoxiang was puzzled but ultimately nodded.

He was always like this—Zhao Fusheng's words were commands, and he simply followed orders.

After Dong Guoxiang left, Zhao Fusheng called Zheng Yao.

Zheng Yao hurried to Zhao Fusheng's office.

"What's up?"

Somewhat curious, Zheng Yao asked Zhao Fusheng.

Zhao Fusheng explained the situation and finally said slowly, "Consider who to send over to Future Technology. Also, keep an eye on the subsidiary setup."

Zheng Yao nodded. Zhao Fusheng had finally realized Dong Guoxiang's shortcomings.

To be honest, she had noticed this issue before, but the problem was that Dong Guoxiang did well in everything except management.

Moreover, he was an old subordinate who had followed Zhao Fusheng for years, and their relationship was so close that even Zheng Yao couldn't say much about many things.

But now that Zhao Fusheng himself had recognized the problem, it couldn't be better.

"No problem."

Zheng Yao said to Zhao Fusheng, "I'll arrange it right away. But you need to communicate with Dong Guoxiang so he doesn't overthink it."

After all, this was equivalent to divvying up his authority, and Zheng Yao was mainly worried about Dong Guoxiang's reaction.

Zhao Fusheng waved his hand: "I've already told him. That guy won't overthink it, rest assured."

This was the truth. Based on his understanding of Dong Guoxiang, he might even be happy to have someone help share the workload.

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Zheng Yao moved quickly. Three days later, a new deputy general manager was assigned to Future Technology.

The new deputy was mainly responsible for the company's daily management and operations, while Dong Guoxiang, as the general manager, focused on product research and development.

Dong Guoxiang had no complaints about this; he was more than happy to have someone share his work.

And quietly, Future Technology's subsidiary, Future Interactive Entertainment Company, was quietly established.

The company's only project was the voice live streaming platform.

No one knew what this company would become later, not even the initiator Zhao Fusheng, who never imagined he would start an era.

Or rather, he created a new profession.

Streamer.

Of course, that was a story for later.

For now, Zhao Fusheng simply felt that since this project was profitable, he might as well let Future Technology continue with it.

As for going public, if it really succeeded one day, he could sell it off then and make a tidy sum.

Yes, from start to finish, Zhao Fusheng had never planned to stay in it for the long haul.

The reason was simple: he knew that in the livestreaming industry, it was hard for streamers to make money, and as a platform, maintaining high profit growth was equally difficult.

In his past life, among the countless livestreaming platforms he remembered, only a few had truly risen and grown strong. Even the platform initially invested in by the son of the richest man, though it made a big splash at the start, fizzled out within a few years.

The remaining one, Douyu, which successfully listed in the US, struggled to sustain profit growth. But anyone with discerning eyes could see they were using continuous events to fleece their users, sacrificing user and streamer potential to keep the platform running.

The money from the big spenders was returned in full, while the money from the ordinary users was split thirty-seventy.

That was the operational model of livestreaming platforms in their later stages.

Under such circumstances, Zhao Fusheng certainly didn't want his own company to sink to that level.

But that was a few years down the line. For now, at least, Future Technology's voice livestreaming platform was developing quite well.

Spring Festival arrived quickly, and the family happily gathered together to celebrate and watch the Spring Festival Gala.

Though the gala's programs were still boring, Zhao Fusheng watched with keen interest.

Of course, he wasn't watching the shows.

He was watching his family by his side.

During the holidays, as the boss, Zhao Fusheng's phone rang nonstop.

Not just his, but his father's too.

In his mother's words, it was best to let the father and son each stay in their own room, so the constant ringing wouldn't disturb everyone watching the show.

Zhao Fusheng naturally dared not speak out. After all, his mother seemed to be going through menopause lately, with a terrible temper—even his father often got chewed out.

Let alone himself.

Only the grandchildren could bring a smile to the old lady's face.

In Fan Baobao's words, that was like one thing subduing another.

Zhao Fusheng deeply agreed; women being unreasonable was an innate skill.

No matter their age, it was the same.

The phone rang from around eight or nine o'clock straight until midnight—calls from all sides, from the company to partners, even that American Zuckerberg called Zhao Fusheng.

Americans naturally didn't celebrate the Spring Festival; they celebrated holidays like Christmas and New Year's.

But that didn't stop them from sending New Year's greetings to Zhao Fusheng, after all, maintaining relationships sometimes just needed an excuse.

A true businessman makes the most suitable choice for himself at the most opportune moment.

Zhao Fusheng naturally understood this principle, politely socializing with the other party, but resolutely avoiding any key topics.

He wasn't stupid.

Over in Korea, Lee Jae-hyun and the others naturally wouldn't be left out. Koreans, like Chinese, also celebrated the Spring Festival, and it was an important holiday.

Lee Boo-jin even chatted with Zhao Fusheng for a good ten-plus minutes, mainly to exchange New Year's greetings, and then to brief him on the fundraising matter.

Although the person liaising with her was Dong Chenxi, Lee Boo-jin knew very well that the one truly making the decisions was definitely Zhao Fusheng.

Zhao Fusheng naturally understood her intentions. Laughing inwardly, he chatted with Lee Boo-jin for a while. Regarding her expressed hope to join the newly established fund, Zhao Fusheng clearly replied that he needed to discuss it with Dong Chenxi before giving her an answer.

Lee Boo-jin was overjoyed; she had originally thought Zhao Fusheng would directly reject her idea.