Chapter 2286: A Joke

Zhao Fusheng's impression of Liu Qiangdong had always been stuck in the online news from his previous life.

Of course, that didn't mean Zhao Fusheng thought this guy was some big shot or anything.

He had seen plenty of bigwigs in this life.

Even the one from Xue Yuanfang's family hadn't completely thrown Zhao Fusheng off balance.

Having lived again, Zhao Fusheng knew very well that the difficulties and people he had to face far exceeded his imagination.

So, many times, his caution was somewhat surprising.

But that didn't mean Zhao Fusheng had let his guard down against Liu Qiangdong.

In his view, a poor kid from the countryside who managed to become the boss of a Nasdaq-listed company through his own efforts—

even if he had some unknown support behind him—

was, to be fair, no simple character.

Zhao Fusheng was well aware of this.

So, most of the time, he would delegate authority to Liu Qiangdong and let him perform.

As they say, the bigger the heart, the bigger the stage.

What Zhao Fusheng gave him was that stage.

In fact, not just Liu Qiangdong, but also Ma Xiaoyun and Ma Huateng—Zhao Fusheng never intended to interfere with the management of the companies he initially invested in.

In his own words, he was good at investing and spending money, not at managing a company and making it grow.

If he really had that skill, he would have registered a company and done it himself; why bother investing?

Dong Chenxi and Zheng Yao both thought Zhao Fusheng was being modest.

But in truth, only Zhao Fusheng knew.

He was speaking from the heart, and it was the truth.

And apparently, that was the case with Liu Qiangdong now.

After Jingdong Group went public, his pace had quickened.

"Chairman, should we continue to follow up on this?"

Seeing Zhao Fusheng silent, Liu Yiming asked in a low voice.

Zhao Fusheng smiled and waved his hand: "Forget it, let him be."

As the saying goes, you might think Liu Qiangdong likes to show off or is hypocritical, but you have to admit the guy has ability and skill.

Under these circumstances, Zhao Fusheng didn't mind letting him have free rein.

After all, for Zhao Fusheng, the better Jingdong Group performed, the more valuable his shares became.

And the more benefits he could reap in the end.

This, even Liu Qiangdong himself, was well aware.

But he had no choice.

After all, to get Zhao Fusheng's support and investment, he had chosen to accept Future Investment's funds.

Many entrepreneurs, after succeeding, often regret their initial losses.

Think about it: a company worth tens of billions—if they hadn't given up so many shares, their net worth might be even higher now.

But in reality?

If they hadn't offered those shares, investors might not have invested.

As they say, every sip and peck is predestined.

In plain terms, you have to give to get; without sacrifice, how can you gain?

"Okay, Chairman."

Liu Yiming quickly nodded.

Since Zhao Fusheng said so, he knew what to do.

Next, he would contact Future Investment and have Dong Chenxi assign someone to keep an eye on Liu Qiangdong.

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…

After handling these matters, Zhao Fusheng felt a bit tired. He instructed Liu Yiming to wake him if anything came up, then fell into a deep sleep.

Sleeping on a plane isn't exactly comfortable, even on a private jet.

But there was no help for it; if one couldn't adapt to the environment, one had to endure its inconveniences.

Fortunately, the journey soon reached its destination.

By the time they returned to the capital, it was already the next day.

After more than ten hours on the plane, Zhao Fusheng felt a bit dizzy.

"Chairman, go back and rest first."

Seeing Zhao Fusheng tired, Liu Yiming suggested.

After a moment's thought, Zhao Fusheng finally nodded.

Though he wanted to check on the company, as Liu Yiming said, health was more important, and in his current state, he wasn't fit for office work.

Getting into the car, the group left the airport and headed to the residence.

"By the way, Harvey Weinstein was arrested by the police in the US."

At that moment, Liu Yiming recalled something and said in a low voice.

"Huh?"

Zhao Fusheng was startled: "What happened?"

He hadn't expected Kevin Feige to be so efficient, taking down Harvey Weinstein in just two months.

And even getting the police to arrest him.

"Actually, it's like this."

Liu Yiming smiled wryly: "According to our information, after that party, Marvel started using their connections to suppress Harvey Weinstein. Robert Iger from Disney, for some reason, also joined in. His reputation in Hollywood quickly plummeted..."

"And then?"

Zhao Fusheng was curious; if it were just that, Harvey Weinstein shouldn't have ended up in such a state.

After all, the guy was still wealthy, having accumulated countless connections and wealth over the years in Hollywood.

Zhao Fusheng had heard this before.

In short, Harvey Weinstein wasn't just a scumbag; he was a rich scumbag.

That was quite something!

"Then, unable to produce films, he was in a bad mood and went out on a date."

Liu Yiming said with a strange expression: "And he happened to be exposed by the media!"

"What a coincidence."

Zhao Fusheng burst out laughing.

It could only be said that Harvey Weinstein was really unlucky.

"Being exposed was bad enough, but the guy actually talked to the woman about his past affairs of abusing his power to sleep with actresses, and a reporter recorded it. Soon, it was all over the media, so the US police got involved..."

What Liu Yiming said next left Zhao Fusheng dumbfounded.

So, Harvey Weinstein had basically exposed himself?

"Is that guy an idiot?"

Zhao Fusheng was speechless; he didn't know how to describe Harvey Weinstein's behavior.

People have to pay for their mistakes and take responsibility for everything they've done—Zhao Fusheng understood and agreed with that.

Whether good or bad, everyone faces that situation.

But the problem was, even a bad guy, a shameless scoundrel, ending like this was truly too ironic.