Chapter 0249: Good Movies

Since one must look forward, one must eventually move ahead.

Zhao Fusheng understood well that the greater the expectation, the greater the disappointment, so he never hesitated to plan for the worst.

You see, how close a person is to success is also how close they are to disappointment.

For Zhao Fusheng, so-called disappointment was nothing more than having his hard-earned plans taken by others, and even his position being occupied.

In his previous life, he had personally experienced what the truth of society really meant.

For every reborn person, the meaning of rebirth lies in making up for regrets—an irresistible temptation, just like seeing the protagonist in a rebirth novel change fate against the heavens. Likewise, it is also a promise to oneself.

That experience from his previous life, in Zhao Fusheng's eyes now, didn't even count as a starting point. The entire rebirth experience had brought about unimaginable changes in him—an evolution, not just from being over forty to returning to his early twenties, nor merely from decrepitude to youthful vigor.

"Old Zhao, to be honest, I'm a bit reluctant to let go."

As soon as Wen Yu and Tan Kaixuan entered, they ran off to watch TV. Wang Zhen pulled Zhao Fusheng into the server room, looking at the servers, and said to him.

Zhao Fusheng smiled: "What, you think the prospects are bright?"

Wang Zhen nodded: "More than bright. At this rate, in at most three months, our registered users could reach five hundred thousand, or even more..."

Five hundred thousand!

You have to consider how many netizens there are in the entire country right now. If we really had five hundred thousand users, MyHome could definitely be called the most popular virtual community.

This was an unprecedented achievement. Not to mention the interns, even Wang Zhen himself, if he hadn't seen it with his own eyes, would find it hard to believe that this miracle was accomplished by his own hands.

Zhao Fusheng smiled slightly and said to Wang Zhen: "This matter, actually, it depends on how you look at it."

"Huh?" Wang Zhen looked at Zhao Fusheng with some confusion.

Zhao Fusheng shrugged: "I still say the same thing: what we've made isn't very technical. To put it bluntly, it's too easy to imitate. There should be quite a few similar communities popping up lately, right?"

Wang Zhen nodded: "Yes, at least three or four."

"Right, there are already three or four now. If another year passes, there will probably be over a dozen." Zhao Fusheng said to Wang Zhen: "Do you think we'll still have such a big advantage by then?"

Actually, there was something he didn't say: the technology of this virtual community might seem advanced now, but as network technology becomes more and more developed, in the later stages, even QQ would be defeated by WeChat, let alone a virtual community.

For example, Zhao Fusheng could even be certain that if the internet bubble burst and a cold wave hit internet companies, this virtual community would be lucky to survive half a year, only with heaven's blessing.

Even if Wang Zhen had the will, Zhao Fusheng couldn't provide that much funding.

So, this website simply couldn't be run long-term.

The internet industry, in the end, requires burning money. Without massive investments, wanting to succeed in this field is nothing but a pipe dream.

Do you really think Tencent started with just that five hundred thousand back then? There are things hidden behind that which ordinary people simply don't understand.

"I understand what you mean. It's just that seeing this website built up in my hands, now thinking about selling it later, I feel a bit uncomfortable." Wang Zhen said with a bitter smile.

Zhao Fusheng also understood that every founder has deep feelings for their own business, like their own child—watching it grow from nothing, from small to large. How could they just give it up?

This is the strength of young entrepreneurs, but also their weakness.

Often, because they can't make a decision at a critical moment, they miss the opportunity.

This point has been proven too many times in the course of history.

Indecisive people rarely succeed, whether in business or other industries—it's the same principle. Only those who make prompt decisions can become victors.

"This website is a springboard for us. From here, we can move toward success. Besides, don't you want to buy a house soon? Dong Chenxi has graduated. What if her parents urge her to get married? What will you do?"

Zhao Fusheng blinked, deciding to give Wang Zhen a strong dose. He knew well that in Wang Zhen's heart, Dong Chenxi's status was higher than this website.

Sure enough, after hearing Zhao Fusheng's words, Wang Zhen's expression changed. Finally, he gritted his teeth and said solemnly: "I understand. Don't worry, if any buyer contacts me, I'll have them contact you."

He knew his own character and weaknesses well. If someone came to buy the website and he negotiated in person, he would definitely be fooled. On the other hand, Zhao Fusheng had experience in this, having sold scripts before, and from what Dong Chenxi said, he seemed quite savvy.

Zhao Fusheng laughed: "Don't worry, I'll definitely find a good buyer for our hard work."

He meant it. No matter what, this contained Wang Zhen's effort and was also his own first real pot of gold. Zhao Fusheng had no reason not to sell it at a good price.

After chatting with Wang Zhen for a while, Wang Zhen went back to monitoring the user growth curve. Zhao Fusheng wasn't interested in technical matters, so he came out and watched TV with Wen Yu and the others.

It had to be said, people's entertainment life at this time was really too sparse. Even the programs on TV were extremely dull, often making one feel bored just sitting there watching.

Zhao Fusheng admired these guys, though—they were actually watching with great interest.

"Boring. Hey, how about I go rent some discs and we watch a movie?" Tan Kaixuan suggested.

The previous tenant had left a DVD player, so they could rent discs.

"Sure, I've heard there are some good movies out recently." Wen Yu nodded, looking eager.

Zhao Fusheng originally planned to refuse, but seeing how enthusiastic they were, he reluctantly nodded: "Go ahead, go ahead. I'll stay with you until afternoon."

He had nothing to do back at the dorm anyway, so staying was fine—just a way to kill time.

Tan Kaixuan chuckled, quickly dragged Wen Yu out, and came back with several discs in hand.

Looking at the flashy covers, Zhao Fusheng sighed helplessly, waved his hand: "You guys watch. I'm going back to sleep."

With that, he simply walked straight out the door.

No choice—titles like *The Carnal Prayer Mat*, *Hong Kong Criminal Cases: Rape*, and *Doctor Lamb* told him it wasn't anything good.

As a veteran who had watched countless films online in his previous life, already achieving the state of having censored blocks in his eyes but none in his mind, for Zhao Fusheng, these movies were like Kato Ken seeing a big sister—completely unarousing.

"That guy is just secretly perverted." Watching Zhao Fusheng's back, Tan Kaixuan laughed heartily, not caring if Zhao Fusheng heard, and urged Wen Yu to put the disc in quickly.

Meanwhile, Zhao Fusheng, having gone downstairs, walked while pulling out his phone to call Han Bin.

"Zhao planner, what brings you to call me?"

On the other end of the line, Han Bin seemed busy with something. The phone rang for a long time before he answered, and he was even panting—who knew what that fat guy was up to.

"Nothing much. I want to discuss something with you." Zhao Fusheng said calmly: "Since the ad is about to air, I think the scholarship project can start too."

Han Bin was taken aback, grunted, and seemed to sit up straight: "So soon?"

Zhao Fusheng sighed helplessly: "Boss, it's already November. New Year's is coming soon. When the ad airs, at the very least we need to show our sincerity."

He really had nothing to say about Han Bin. Compared to Han Pojun's domineering aura, Han Bin seemed open and aboveboard but was actually somewhat calculating. In Zhao Fusheng's view, his personality might be fine under Han Pojun's protection, but once Han Pojun was gone, it could very well ruin him.

Of course, that had nothing to do with Zhao Fusheng. To him, the Han family was just a client.

Have you ever seen a servant die for their master? Have you ever seen a waiter take a knife for their boss?

It's impossible. They're not fools—why would they sacrifice themselves to protect someone else?

"I understand. I'll contact them right away. But why did you choose Sichuan? Couldn't you just pick a poor county near Beijing?" Han Bin nodded but was still puzzled.

Zhao Fusheng was too lazy to explain anymore. He said calmly: "You're not just donating one school. You have to keep doing it, boss. You sell phones, do charity, and seek fame, right?"

Han Bin fell silent. He was used to it now—he had never won an argument with Zhao Fusheng.