Chapter 2260: Money Is Meant to Be Spent

Zhao Fusheng's accusation was, of course, a joke.

He was undoubtedly in favor of Zheng Yao thinking of finding someone.

"Alright, don't worry about this anymore."

For some reason, Zheng Yao seemed unwilling to discuss the matter further with Zhao Fusheng and began to change the subject.

Though somewhat puzzled, Zhao Fusheng wisely chose not to press further, thinking that Zheng Yao would eventually reveal it.

"I'll go back to work tomorrow."

Zheng Yao said to Zhao Fusheng.

"No problem."

Zhao Fusheng nodded: "Up to you. Also, Future Investment has news that Jingdong Mall is going public. Any thoughts?"

"Jingdong Mall is going public?"

Zheng Yao's voice rose a few decibels, slightly surprised: "You didn't know?"

"It's not that I didn't know."

Zhao Fusheng said with a wry smile: "I simply never paid attention to it."

Zheng Yao smiled, but upon reflection, this was indeed Zhao Fusheng's style—he seemed concerned about many things, but in fact, he was quite careless.

"Alright, I'm just letting you know."

Zhao Fusheng smiled and said to Zheng Yao: "It's good that you're coming back to work. I plan to go abroad."

"Abroad?"

Zheng Yao was a bit surprised, not quite understanding what Zhao Fusheng meant.

"My wife, kids, and parents are all in Italy. Of course, I have to go see them."

Zhao Fusheng said with a smile.

"Alright."

Zheng Yao nodded and didn't waste more words with Zhao Fusheng. She knew he wasn't lying; he had always been such a family man.

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After hanging up, Zhao Fusheng called Liu Yiming in.

"Get ready. We're going to Italy."

Zhao Fusheng instructed Liu Yiming.

"Okay."

Liu Yiming didn't even think to question and directly nodded in agreement.

"Aren't you curious?"

Zhao Fusheng looked at Liu Yiming with some surprise, having expected him to be curious about his decision.

Liu Yiming shrugged: "Nothing to be curious about. You're the chairman; wherever you go, I go."

Hearing this, Zhao Fusheng laughed and waved his hand: "Don't be so cheesy. If you were a girl, it'd be fine, but a man? Forget it."

Liu Yiming blinked, realized what Zhao Fusheng meant, and was left speechless.

This chairman was really boring, making such a joke with him.

But it was clear he was in a good mood.

Otherwise, he wouldn't have cracked such a joke.

The longer Liu Yiming followed Zhao Fusheng, the more he understood his boss's temperament. In his view, the boss's biggest trait was spontaneity.

He might be handling documents in the capital today, but if he suddenly thought of going abroad, he'd fly straight to Italy to visit his family.

This might not be rational, but Liu Yiming had to admit that such a boss at least had human touch, because he considered the feelings of those around him rather than acting arbitrarily.

Many important people have the habit of only caring about what they care about when considering matters, often turning a blind eye to the feelings of the little people.

"Great achievements are not bound by trivialities"—this saying has been considered correct by many throughout history, even revered as a golden rule.

But the question is, what is a great matter?

In Liu Yiming's view, the chairman was undoubtedly someone who clearly distinguished between great and small matters.

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In fact, when Zhao Fusheng appeared in Italy, Zhao's mother and Fan Baobao were both startled.

"Why are you here?"

Seeing Zhao Fusheng, Zhao's mother asked curiously.

"Yeah, didn't you say there was business at the company?" Fan Baobao was also puzzled.

Zhao Fusheng chuckled, picked up his precious daughter with one arm, held his son's hand with the other, and said with a smile to Fan Baobao and his mother: "Nothing much, just came to see you all."

"Oh, that's rare."

Zhao's mother laughed: "I think you missed the kids."

"Look what you're saying. Don't you miss me?"

Zhao Fusheng said innocently.

"Get out of here."

Zhao's mother had no way to deal with her son and glared at him, but the joy in her eyes was undeniable.

For every mother, children are the ones they care about most.

As the saying goes, a mother worries about her child traveling a thousand miles. No matter how great Zhao Fusheng's achievements or how much wealth he had, in his mother's heart, he was still the child she needed to worry about.

This was a fact that would never change.

"Where's Dad?"

Not seeing his father, Zhao Fusheng asked curiously.

"He went out."

Zhao's mother smiled: "Tan Kaixuan came. That kid bought a yacht and said he'd take your dad fishing."

Zhao Fusheng rolled his eyes in exasperation and said to Liu Yiming behind him: "Go gather information on yachts, and also helicopters."

"Yes, Chairman." Liu Yiming executed Zhao Fusheng's orders one hundred percent and quickly started making calls to relay Zhao Fusheng's instructions.

In his view, whatever Zhao Fusheng said, whether reasonable or not, had to be carried out.

It was like that before, and even more so now.

Seeing Liu Yiming's actions, Fan Baobao and Zhao's mother were both taken aback. Zhao's mother asked curiously: "What are you going to do?"

Zhao Fusheng laughed: "Buy things, of course."

"Buy things?"

The mother-in-law and daughter-in-law looked confused, then realized that Zhao Fusheng was going to buy a yacht and a helicopter!

"You kid, always wasting money."

Zhao's mother looked at Zhao Fusheng helplessly: "Those things are so expensive. Besides, there aren't many of us at home. If you buy them and park them here, there's maintenance and all."

Zhao Fusheng laughed heartily, not expecting his mother to even know the word 'maintenance.'

But he still smiled and explained to his mother: "These things should be standard equipment. Besides, you and Dad have nothing to do, so you can take the yacht out for fun. Old Tan's yacht is his, and that guy is never around regularly. If Dad wants to go out to sea, does he have to wait for Tan to come?"

"What's the big deal? We could just rent one."

Zhao's mother said to her son irritably.

Zhao Fusheng burst out laughing and looked at Fan Baobao: "What do you say?"

"I'll go with your decision."

Fan Baobao smiled.

"And you two?"

Zhao Fusheng thought for a moment and asked his daughter in his arms and his son by the hand.

"Dad decides."

"Dad."

The two children said in unison.

"You little rascals, with Dad around, you forget Grandma, huh?" Zhao's mother glared helplessly at Zhao Fusheng and said to her grandchildren.