Chapter 2342: A New Company?

Since it was confirmed that Boss Sun wasn't targeting Future Investment, Zhao Fusheng had his own considerations about the matter.

"Give up on co-investing."

After thinking it over, Zhao Fusheng said to Dong Chenxi, "Just make sure we can recover the investment."

"But if we do that, after several rounds of dilution, our shares might only be a few percent."

Dong Chenxi frowned at Zhao Fusheng.

"It doesn't matter."

Zhao Fusheng shook his head. "As I said, money can't be made endlessly, and I'm more optimistic about other companies."

"Alright."

Dong Chenxi nodded and said no more.

She herself had only been optimistic about Jumei Youpin.

That didn't mean she believed the company's future would be exceptionally brilliant or ahead of its time.

There were far too many promising internet companies like this in China nowadays.

Many young people's ideas, or rather, the concepts of many startup teams, often made investors' eyes light up, prompting them to open their wallets in hopes of seeing those dreams realized.

But how many of these people would actually achieve their dreams? No one knew.

Even Zhao Fusheng himself wasn't sure.

Because that was the current state of internet company development.

Many harbored dreams, but few ultimately realized them.

Some companies, before they could truly grow, were crushed by the ruthless waves of the internet and faded into obscurity.

Whether Jumei Youpin would be among them, Dong Chenxi honestly couldn't say.

Therefore, in a sense, she agreed with Zhao Fusheng's words.

After all, they had only made an angel round investment; even if shares were diluted, it wouldn't be by much, and the loss wouldn't be significant.

But if the company eventually went public, even a few percent of shares would be enough to cover the initial investment.

That was Dong Chenxi's thinking.

Though somewhat underhanded or not entirely aboveboard, she saw it as perfectly normal.

She was an investor, which meant her stance was inherently opposed to that of the entrepreneurs.

If she sympathized with them, spoke up for them, or considered their interests, she would be going against her own purpose.

After all, she represented not Dong Chenxi the individual, but Future Investment.

She had understood this long ago.

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After seeing Dong Chenxi off, Zhao Fusheng sat on the sofa, silent for a long time.

He actually understood Dong Chenxi's thoughts.

Sun Zhengyi's approach had truly tempted Dong Chenxi.

In her view, perhaps the internet era demanded such methods—after all, the waves would sift out the gold that could shine.

But the problem was, Zhao Fusheng knew very well.

Over the next decade, there would be too much gold on the internet.

How much?

So much that he couldn't pick it all up.

Even as a time traveler, Zhao Fusheng had never thought of entering every industry and excelling in all.

If he did, he would surely invite suspicion.

So, under the current circumstances, this was actually a perfect balance.

At the very least, he didn't have to worry about being targeted.

"What are you thinking about?"

Fan Baobao walked over and asked Zhao Fusheng.

Zhao Fusheng smiled. "Nothing, just some trivial matters."

After years of marriage, Fan Baobao knew he wasn't telling the truth.

He was always like this—whenever something was on his mind, he would sit alone in a daze, lost in thought.

"Get some rest early."

After a moment's hesitation, Fan Baobao didn't press further but said softly to Zhao Fusheng.

Zhao Fusheng nodded. "Alright, you go to bed first."

"Mm."

Fan Baobao turned and left.

Watching her back, Zhao Fusheng shook his head and smiled.

She was still so considerate, often choosing to stay silent even when curious.

That was probably the默契 between them.

Between husband and wife, no matter how close, there were bound to be some secrets.

Zhao Fusheng understood this well.

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Time passed quickly. A week later, Zhao Fusheng and Fan Baobao, along with their children, left the capital.

Fan Baobao had been back in China for quite a while, and Zhao's parents missed the children every day, hoping they would visit.

Filial piety comes first—Zhao Fusheng had never forgotten that.

"Are things settled back home?"

Sitting on the plane, Fan Baobao told their son and daughter not to run around with their aunt and casually asked Zhao Fusheng.

Zhao Fusheng nodded. "Pretty much."

He was telling the truth; most matters had been handled by Dong Chenxi and Zheng Yao.

What remained were minor issues.

This time, Zhao Fusheng went to Italy without even Chen Qiuyan, leaving her in the capital to handle other affairs.

"By the way, did you know Old Jiang plans to set up his own film company?"

Fan Baobao asked Zhao Fusheng.

Zhao Fusheng was taken aback. "Old Jiang?"

He really hadn't expected Jiang Wen to consider starting a film company.

After all, in this day and age, the film industry wasn't easy to break into.

Countless film companies were established in China every year, but few truly stood out.

Many films were completed but rarely made it to theaters or screens.

The rest became inventory.

Although Jiang Wen was well-known and had his own network, running a film company was no simple task.

Given his nature, he would likely still make films or TV series he wanted to make.

Those works that often smuggled in personal touches might strike a chord with audiences and become hits if lucky.

But if unlucky, they could lose money!

Thinking this, Zhao Fusheng said to Fan Baobao, "What, did you invest?"

He thought she was bringing it up because she had invested.

Fan Baobao shook her head. "No, I just wanted to know if you knew."

Then she lowered her voice. "I was thinking, if you knew, I'd sign with them too. If not, forget it."

After all, she was still considered an actress.

Zhao Fusheng shook his head. "I wouldn't have known if you hadn't told me. But whether you sign or not is up to you—it's Old Jiang's company anyway."

"It's not just him."

Fan Baobao shook her head. "I heard from Zhou Yun that there are quite a few shareholders."

"I see."

Zhao Fusheng frowned upon hearing this but said nothing more.

He didn't speak, but Fan Baobao already understood his meaning.