Chapter 2287: A Medical Checkup

Zhao Fusheng was no saint, and he had no sympathy for bad people, thinking that the pitiable must have something hateful about them.

In his view, everyone must be responsible for their own actions.

Take someone like Harvey Weinstein, for instance. Since he dared to use his power to coerce actresses, he should have known that once it came to light, he would be ruined.

"Tell Marvel that they don't need to follow up on this anymore."

Zhao Fusheng thought for a moment and said to Liu Yiming, "To avoid giving the impression that I deliberately set out to destroy him."

"Yes, Chairman."

Liu Yiming quickly nodded, but inwardly he was amused.

He clearly remembered the expression on Zhao Fusheng's face when he first heard that Harvey Weinstein had made improper advances toward Scarlett Johansson.

It wasn't the look of someone who would just give a mild lesson.

But that was perfectly normal.

Men, after all, have moments like that.

Not to mention Zhao Fusheng; even Liu Yiming himself felt the same way.

It's only human.

"Alright, you go back and rest too."

As the car pulled up to his house, Zhao Fusheng said to Liu Yiming, "No need to come today. Wait for my call tomorrow."

"Okay."

Liu Yiming naturally understood what Zhao Fusheng meant—that if he didn't receive a call, he didn't need to come to work.

The chairman was human too and needed a good rest.

……

……

As it turned out, rest was a luxury for someone as important as Zhao Fusheng.

He had just gotten home and slept in the next morning when he received a flood of calls.

Some were from Zheng Yao, others from Dong Chenxi.

They all wanted him to come to the office; there were matters to report.

Zhao Fusheng really didn't want to move, but he had no choice—he was the big boss of the company.

No one else could make the decisions for the company.

He had been in Italy for the past two months, and a huge backlog of work had piled up back home.

Of course, when he went to the company, Liu Yiming had to come along.

Sitting in the car, Zhao Fusheng glanced at Liu Yiming. "You don't seem flustered at all. Why?"

"I was prepared long ago."

Liu Yiming smiled at Zhao Fusheng.

"Huh?"

Zhao Fusheng was taken aback. "Really?"

"Of course it's true."

Liu Yiming said with a grin, "When I got home, I planned ahead. I spent an hour finishing the work that needed to be done, then had dinner with my girlfriend, and went to bed early."

"……"

Zhao Fusheng was speechless.

So this guy had already prepared to go to the company with him today.

No, it wasn't that he had prepared—

Liu Yiming simply didn't believe that Zhao Fusheng would actually get a day off.

"Ah, a life of hard labor!"

Zhao Fusheng sighed helplessly.

That was exactly what he was thinking.

Since he started doing business, over the years, his real rest time had only amounted to a few months, and that was due to various circumstances.

If he counted carefully, he had almost no time that truly belonged to him.

But Zhao Fusheng also knew that this was the price of success.

Every successful entrepreneur faces this outcome.

Don't think that in his past life, Boss Ma and others seemed to enjoy leisure and frequently appeared in the media; they had their reasons.

That was called a living advertisement!

For instance, the former richest man's son, Wang Sicong, known as the 'national husband,' frequently showed up on Weibo—wasn't that essentially advertising for his own company?

Did anyone really think he was foolish, just picking fights with celebrities for fun?

In any era, at any point in time, whether they were nouveau riche or old money, if people held high positions, they were not stupid.

The way it's depicted in novels, where they spout nonsense or bully this one and that one, only happens in novels and TV dramas.

In real life, even the nouveau riche wouldn't be foolish enough to actively provoke someone stronger than themselves.

As for those weaker than themselves?

Do you think a poor person has many opportunities to appear before a wealthy person?

In the company of scholars, there are no commoners.

Many people don't really understand what that saying means in modern society.

For example, once a civil servant reaches a certain level, whether it's their children's employment or studying abroad, in every aspect, they are beyond the reach of an ordinary person.

That's what it means to lose at the starting line.

The most obvious example is a certain singer surnamed Qu. When she studied abroad back then, her mother was a bona fide cadre in the Binzhou City Construction Committee. Even after her mother was arrested and sentenced, her daughter still lived a carefree life abroad, and her assets were unaffected.

As for the money she squandered, well, it was long gone and unrecoverable.

But that's digressing.

Back to the main topic.

Zhao Fusheng had no complaints about his current life.

After all, he was used to it.

Time is like a woman's chest; if you squeeze it, there's always some.

……

……

Fortunately, although there was a backlog of work at the company, most of it just needed Zhao Fusheng's signature.

After a busy morning, he finally finished handling everything.

"Are you two trying to work me to death?"

Zhao Fusheng said helplessly to Zheng Yao and Dong Chenxi.

"So many documents."

Zheng Yao laughed heartily. "You can't blame me for that. You're the chairman; these all need your signature. I've already handled everything I could. We've taken care of whatever we could without bothering you, Your Excellency. Now if you don't even want to sign, what do you expect me to do?"

Zhao Fusheng felt a bit awkward, smiled, and didn't dare to say anything.

"Alright, just be understanding."

Dong Chenxi said to Zhao Fusheng, "While you were away, she held the company together alone. It was really tough. She never had a moment's rest, sleeping only four or five hours a day. I heard she even fainted in the office a while back."

"What!"

Zhao Fusheng's expression changed instantly. He looked at Zheng Yao. "What happened? You fainted?"

Zheng Yao shot a glare at Dong Chenxi and waved her hand. "It's nothing serious, just fatigue. You know, with all the big and small matters at the company needing my attention, I wasn't resting well for a while. Look at me now, I'm perfectly fine."

As she spoke, she even walked a couple of circles in front of Zhao Fusheng to show she was fine and ease his worry.

But Zhao Fusheng's expression didn't improve. He sat there, lost in thought.

"You shouldn't keep pushing yourself."

Dong Chenxi was blunt. "If you keep this up and something really happens, how could he ever forgive himself?"

"Exactly."

Zhao Fusheng chimed in. "How about this: I'll go with you to the hospital now for a thorough checkup, and then you take a leave."

"A leave?"

Zheng Yao frowned. Clearly, she didn't agree with Zhao Fusheng's decision.

In her view, she still had a mountain of work to handle; how could she take leave so early?

But Zhao Fusheng didn't give her a chance to argue. He waved his hand. "It's decided."

Then he dialed Liu Yiming's number and told him to prepare the car to take Zheng Yao to the hospital.

Zheng Yao was speechless. She never imagined that because of one remark from Dong Chenxi, things would turn out like this.

Zhao Fusheng actually intended to take her to the hospital for a checkup.

And he was determined to see it through.

From her understanding of Zhao Fusheng, he was a man of his word.

"It's all your fault!"

Sitting in the car, Zheng Yao glared at Dong Chenxi and said irritably.

Dong Chenxi looked innocent and said with a smile, "I'm doing this for your own good. Think about it: if you collapse from overwork, how do you think he would feel?"

Zheng Yao fell silent.

She had to admit that Dong Chenxi's words made sense.

Given Zhao Fusheng's personality, if she really fell ill from overwork without him knowing, he would probably spend the rest of his life blaming himself.

Character determines destiny—that was Zhao Fusheng's nature.

He had always regarded Zheng Yao and Dong Chenxi as his closest people; how could he bear to see them suffer because of work?

"I'm sorry."

Zhao Fusheng said to Zheng Yao.

"You..."

Zheng Yao was already speechless. She waved her hand, too lazy to say anything more to him.

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……

Soon, the car arrived at the hospital. Zhao Fusheng personally arranged for the hospital to give Zheng Yao the most comprehensive checkup.

After waiting over two hours, although some results were still pending, the hospital had already given a diagnosis.

"Ms. Zheng is indeed suffering from severe fatigue."

The doctor said frankly to Zhao Fusheng. "She has likely been working under such strenuous conditions for a long time, which has led to her current state."

"Is there any danger?"

That was Zhao Fusheng's main concern.

"From a medical perspective, Ms. Zheng should take some time off to recuperate and relieve her body."

The doctor thought for a moment and then said to Zhao Fusheng, "Also, Chairman Zhao, you don't look too well yourself. Would you like to have a checkup too?"

"Yes!"

Zhao Fusheng thought it over and finally made up his mind to agree.

Then, the checkup startled everyone.

Zhao Fusheng was perfectly fine!

"Chairman Zhao is in excellent health, in peak condition."

The doctor looked at the report with a strange expression, clearly surprised that Zhao Fusheng was in such good shape.

Dong Chenxi and Zheng Yao were even more astonished.

Zheng Yao felt terrible.

What was going on?

Why was it that, despite both working hard, Zhao Fusheng was in good health while she was overworked?

If this weren't one of the best hospitals in the capital, she might have suspected they were quacks.

Otherwise, how could the difference be so huge?

But Zhao Fusheng knew the reason.

It was most likely related to his constitution as a time traveler.

Over the years, he had rarely fallen ill.

He had previously thought it was due to good physical fitness, but now it seemed it was probably because of his穿越.

Physical fitness reflects the functioning of various bodily systems and is an important indicator of health. Everyone knows how crucial it is for work.

But people often think they're healthy enough to endure, so they overlook this issue.

Zhao Fusheng understood this perhaps more deeply.

With that in mind, he looked at Zheng Yao. "Starting now, hand over your work."

"Huh?"

Zheng Yao was taken aback. "You're not really going to make me take leave, are you?"

Zhao Fusheng nodded. "At least two months. Think about how to divide your work. I'll transfer Liang Jingyu back to be the group's vice president, and at the same time, restructure Future Group."

"Restructure?"

Zheng Yao and Dong Chenxi were stunned, looking at Zhao Fusheng in surprise.

Zhao Fusheng nodded. "Yes, I plan to let each subsidiary break away from group management and manage themselves. Additionally, Future Group's headquarters will be reorganized. Redundant employees will be either laid off or transferred."

He had been considering this issue for a long time.

The existence of Future Group's headquarters was somewhat redundant.

It wasn't that the group shouldn't have a headquarters, but it was unnecessarily large, with many overlapping functions.

Zhao Fusheng had been thinking about restructuring for a while.

He decided to take advantage of Zheng Yao's leave to finally sort it out.

Hesitation leads to disaster; Zhao Fusheng had no patience to drag it out any longer.

He planned to take a good rest after this was done.

Since he was already financially free, he should arrange his time wisely instead of throwing himself entirely into work.

Zheng Yao was already on the verge of collapse. Zhao Fusheng dared not imagine what would happen if he also broke down—how would Fan Baobao and the children, and his parents, cope?

After all, there were plenty of people coveting his wealth.

While he was around, these people might behave, but once he was gone—

Hmph.

Who could guarantee that today's friends wouldn't become tomorrow's enemies?

The business world is like a battlefield; Zhao Fusheng had seen it all.

It wasn't about being despicable; the basic principle was that an innocent man may suffer for his wealth.

Without sufficient power, holding wealth that makes others envious would inevitably lead to being torn apart by the surrounding wolves.

For Zhao Fusheng, he would never want to see that happen.

If it came to that, he would rather stop expanding his businesses and just live as a wealthy retiree.

It might sound unambitious, but at least it would allow his family to live in peace.