Chapter 2267: The Yacht

In fact, Zhou Hongwei didn't need to take the out.

The higher-ups had long been restless.

As leaders, they naturally hoped for harmony and stability below.

No leader would appreciate a situation like this.

In their view, if you're in business, just do business properly. Deliberately stirring up trouble like this was clearly asking for a lesson.

Soon, the Ministry of Industry and Information Technology issued a document, giving both sides a slap on the wrist and demanding they quickly settle the matter.

Naturally, both Qihoo Technology and Tencent Technology obediently chose to cease hostilities.

After all, no matter how powerful they were, they had to comply with administrative orders.

Otherwise, if they truly angered the higher-ups, they would find it impossible to move forward.

Ma Huateng was quite satisfied with this, since Qihoo Technology hadn't gained any advantage; instead, they were outflanked by Future Technology and had to readjust their strategy.

For this reason, he even called Zhao Fusheng to express his gratitude.

Zhao Fusheng didn't mind; he couldn't exactly tell Ma Huateng that he had quietly instructed Dong Chenxi to secretly acquire a portion of Tencent Technology's stock.

Of course, he wouldn't reveal this information.

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With the 3Q War coming to an end, Zhao Fusheng finally had some free time.

But he didn't rest for long; soon, he received another piece of news that left him helpless.

Jingdong Mall was finally going to list in the United States.

"Liu Qiangdong has invited me, hoping I can attend the bell-ringing ceremony."

Dong Chenxi came personally to report this to Zhao Fusheng.

Zhao Fusheng smiled: "Will Tencent also send someone?"

"Yes."

Dong Chenxi nodded: "Definitely, I heard it's the vice president."

"Then you go."

Zhao Fusheng laughed: "After all, we are his earliest investors. Even though there won't be many opportunities for cooperation in the future, we shouldn't make them feel we don't value them."

"Alright, as you say."

Dong Chenxi nodded in agreement.

She had only come to report this matter to Zhao Fusheng, with no other intention.

After all, Jingdong Mall's development was going well. Although it certainly wasn't as impressive as Alibaba, Dong Chenxi felt that, barring any surprises, Jingdong's market value might exceed one hundred billion US dollars.

Calculated that way, Jingdong was also a decent unicorn enterprise.

Of course, that was relatively speaking.

Compared to several other companies Zhao Fusheng had invested in, and even compared to Twitter—which Zhao Fusheng had once given up and was now under the control of the Samsung Lee family—Jingdong's development prospects fell far short.

Speaking of this, Dong Chenxi was truly resentful. In her view, Zhao Fusheng's abandonment of Twitter was utterly unjustifiable.

After all, even before going public, Twitter's valuation had already exceeded two hundred billion US dollars.

In other words, once it went public, it could potentially break five hundred billion US dollars, or even higher.

And giving up on Twitter's future investment was undoubtedly a huge loss.

Although Samsung was also very valuable, the problem was that the shares of Samsung were not entirely controlled by Lee Kun-hee and Lee Mong-hyuk; even if they sold most of their equity, voting rights remained in their hands.

In other words, for the same transaction worth three billion US dollars, Samsung's value had only doubled.

But Twitter had already at least quadrupled.

"By the way, should we pay attention to what's happening on Twitter?"

Dong Chenxi thought for a moment, then asked Zhao Fusheng.

"Twitter?"

Zhao Fusheng was taken aback, looking at Dong Chenxi with some surprise: "What's there to pay attention to on Twitter?"

Then he realized Dong Chenxi's intention and laughed: "You're not thinking of getting involved in Twitter's IPO, are you?"

Clearly, that was exactly Dong Chenxi's plan.

Dong Chenxi was quite frank: "Yeah, there's talk outside that after Twitter goes public, its market value could break fifty billion dollars, maybe even higher. I thought we might..."

"No need."

Zhao Fusheng waved his hand, directly cutting off Dong Chenxi: "A good horse doesn't turn back to graze on old grass. We're not doing that sort of thing."

"Huh?"

Dong Chenxi was stunned; she really hadn't expected Zhao Fusheng to think that way.

"Alright then."

Seeing Zhao Fusheng's firm stance, Dong Chenxi didn't press further and let the matter drop.

She stood up to leave, but Zhao Fusheng remembered something else and said to Dong Chenxi, "Oh, by the way, have you been keeping an eye on Alibaba lately?"

"Alibaba?"

Dong Chenxi was startled: "What's up? Ma Xiaoyun seems pretty quiet lately."

"Is that so?"

Zhao Fusheng frowned, feeling like he was missing something.

But since Dong Chenxi said so, he let it go; it seemed he was worrying unnecessarily.

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Time passed quickly, and before they knew it, a month had gone by.

During this period, Zhao Fusheng wasn't very busy, as he had delegated all the tasks.

In his own words, he planned to be a hands-off boss for a while.

Dong Chenxi and the others were quite helpless about this.

Lately, the guy had become increasingly lazy, often disappearing without a trace, unwilling to work, and spending less and less time at the company.

"Chairman, the yacht has been ordered."

One day, just as Zhao Fusheng arrived at the company, Liu Yiming answered a phone call and said to him.

"That fast?"

Zhao Fusheng was somewhat surprised and asked curiously, "Didn't they say custom orders take a long time?"

"Well, they had a yacht ordered by a球星 before, but unexpectedly, that guy went bankrupt, so..."

Liu Yiming explained helplessly.

Zhao Fusheng was taken aback, then laughed; he hadn't expected such a twist.

But on second thought, it made sense.

Foreign sports stars are quite interesting, especially black American athletes. They might earn tens of millions or even hundreds of millions of dollars in their careers, but they don't know how to manage money. They always like to spend recklessly, or else have a bunch of illegitimate children.

So money, for them, is sometimes just a set of numbers.

They might get a ten-million-dollar paycheck today and spend it all by tomorrow.

This situation isn't limited to athletes; many black people in the entertainment industry, especially hip-hop rappers, are the same.

The root cause is mainly that black people in the lower rungs of American society are genuinely poor, extremely poor.

Once these people come into money, naturally a whole bunch of relatives and friends swarm around them. This kind of vampire-like behavior naturally doesn't end well.