Chapter 2262 Father

In fact, Tan Kaixuan was smarter than Zhao Fusheng thought.

The problems Zhao Fusheng could see, Tan Kaixuan had no reason not to see them.

Only, Zhao Fusheng relied on his own foresight, while Tan Kaixuan relied on his own talent.

"You're right. This place, Italy, really can't go on."

Tan Kaixuan was silent for a moment, then smiled bitterly at Zhao Fusheng. "In fact, I've already stopped investing further."

"Then what are you waiting for?"

Zhao Fusheng frowned.

He didn't quite understand. Since he had stopped investing, what was Tan Kaixuan hesitating about?

Or rather, what was there to hesitate about?

"Could it be that you think waiting a bit longer might ease things?"

Zhao Fusheng said helplessly to Tan Kaixuan. "Look at the situation in Italy. Just watch the Serie A league. Those owners simply don't have the money to keep investing. They're selling teams, selling players. You and I both know what that means."

Tan Kaixuan was silent.

He naturally understood what Zhao Fusheng meant.

In fact, the history of Italian football development was a reflection of the Italian economy.

Serie A teams had low revenue, mainly from television rights, which were easily affected by the ever-changing media industry. Meanwhile, player salaries had been growing exponentially, making total salary costs unsustainable.

Moreover, Serie A lacked competitive credibility. A series of scandals had impacted the league's revenue.

And the financial crisis that began in 2008 had a huge impact on Italy. GDP growth had been nearly zero for the past three years. Export markets shrank, domestic demand fell, investment markets contracted, and the population aged severely.

This series of problems collectively manifested as Italy losing its appeal to investors worldwide.

Back in the day, Serie A was called the little World Cup. Now, stars no longer saw Italy as the best choice but longed for the Premier League or La Liga.

As a generation that grew up watching Serie A, Zhao Fusheng and Tan Kaixuan's memories still held the glorious era of the Seven Sisters of Serie A.

"Alright, I understand."

Tan Kaixuan looked at Zhao Fusheng and nodded seriously. "I get what you mean. Don't worry, I know what to do."

Zhao Fusheng shrugged. "As long as you have a clear picture. Dong Guoxiang's program development is on track. Within a year, I think we might start making money."

"That fast?"

Tan Kaixuan looked at Zhao Fusheng in surprise.

Zhao Fusheng nodded. "Trust me, in the future, the part of us that will have the most contact with the internet is definitely the right thumb."

Blinking, Tan Kaixuan looked bewildered.

Zhao Fusheng smiled but didn't explain further.

Tan Kaixuan wouldn't understand what the right index finger clicking a mouse and the right thumb swiping on a phone screen really meant.

"Do you know that last year, 3G licenses were already issued domestically?"

Zhao Fusheng said to Tan Kaixuan.

Tan Kaixuan was taken aback. Zhao Fusheng shrugged and explained to him.

Early last year, the Ministry of Industry and Information Technology issued three 3G licenses to China Mobile, China Telecom, and China Unicom.

But at the time, not everyone realized that mobile internet would bring disruptive changes. People talked more about areas that simply reflected faster internet, like video calls and mobile TV.

Ma Huateng was one of the first to wake up.

In a speech last year, he said, "In the future, not only will the number of people using the internet on their phones double, but more importantly, the scenarios will become richer. Fragmented time in daily life can also be used to access the internet. This change will definitely transform people's lives."

Zhao Fusheng naturally knew this too. In fact, he had started laying groundwork in this area even earlier than the Penguin company.

But the Future Group was even more low-key.

Zhao Fusheng was very clear about one thing: the future internet industry pie was too big for any single company to swallow.

This time, he didn't plan to be the first to try.

He would only be the man behind the scenes.

"I think I understand what you mean."

Tan Kaixuan was silent for about ten minutes, then finally nodded and said to Zhao Fusheng.

Zhao Fusheng smiled but said nothing more. He had already said all that needed to be said.

……

……

After dinner, that guy Tan Kaixuan left the villa.

In his own words, he didn't want to disturb the time Zhao Fusheng spent with his family.

But Zhao Fusheng couldn't help thinking that the guy must be going to arrange certain things.

After all, for people like them, once a decision was made, it needed to be executed swiftly.

In comparison, Zhao Fusheng even felt that Tan Kaixuan had been a bit slow. He should have made up his mind long ago, instead of needing Zhao Fusheng to help him decide.

"By the way, did that kid Tan Kaixuan invest a lot of money here in Italy?"

In the evening, as Zhao Fusheng was enjoying the sea breeze, his father walked up to him and asked.

Zhao Fusheng smiled. "No, don't overthink it. He only invested a few hundred million."

"That much?"

Father was startled, somewhat surprised.

Zhao Fusheng shrugged. "It's not all his money."

"Well, you kids—I'm finding it harder and harder to understand you."

Father sighed, full of emotion.

He meant what he said.

To him, the performance of Zhao Fusheng and Tan Kaixuan's generation had already exceeded his expectations.

"Dad, are you bored here?"

Zhao Fusheng asked his father.

Father was taken aback, then laughed. "What, do you have an idea?"

"Nothing."

Zhao Fusheng shook his head and smiled bitterly. "I just feel that letting you retire early might not have been the right choice. You and Mom are taking care of the kids here, and it seems boring."

"Silly boy."

Father smiled gently and tapped Zhao Fusheng on the head. "I'm your dad. What do you think is most important to me?"

"Huh?"

Zhao Fusheng was stunned by the question.

In his view, his father should have some regrets. After all, he had built a company with great effort, only to hand it over to others and end up like this.

Having his ambitions worn away—that wasn't good news for a man.

But now it seemed he might have been overthinking?

"Silly son."

Father smiled, looking into the distance. "To your mother and me, the most important thing in this world is you. Without you, it wouldn't matter where we were. So you don't need to think so much, really."

Zhao Fusheng was at a loss for words, because he realized that he had never really understood his father.