Chapter 0310 The Big Talker

Zhao Fusheng understood clearly that everyone must take responsibility for their own choices. Though we often meet the right person at the wrong time, and only after losing do we learn how to love someone.

And chasing time is an extremely difficult thing, something no one can accomplish.

He dared not be certain whether, if he made another mistake, he would have a chance to start over. But what Zhao Fusheng could be sure of was that he definitely did not want to repeat the same mistakes now.

"Old Zhao, don't worry, I'll handle this matter perfectly." Tan Kaixuan said to Zhao Fusheng with a smile.

Zhao Fusheng nodded: "I know. Open the account first. If I can make it over at the beginning of next month, I definitely will."

Because the Spring Festival happened to fall at the beginning of February this year, Zhao Fusheng couldn't guarantee whether he would have time to go to Shanghai after the seventh day of the new year.

If he wasn't there, everything would have to rely on Tan Kaixuan himself.

"No problem, I'm a man who does big things. This little issue will be easily resolved." Tan Kaixuan said with a laugh.

Zhao Fusheng chuckled: "Big things, my foot. We're not planning to go down in history. Just do what makes you comfortable, got it?"

Tan Kaixuan was taken aback, but on second thought, he found Zhao Fusheng's words quite reasonable.

Looking through history, over five thousand years, those who were bent on doing great things, even emperors, ended up badly.

Whether it was an emperor determined to reform or a minister advocating political change, even if they were wholeheartedly devoted to the common people, wielding immense power, once they died—or even before death—they would be overthrown from their position, then disgraced and die a miserable death.

Like Tan Kaixuan, Zhao Fusheng was not fond of tragedy, so the two of them hit it off immediately.

Of course, as for how far they would go in the future, that would depend on their respective fates.

After hanging up the phone, Zhao Fusheng let out a long breath. Things had reached this point; next, he would have to see whether the stock market in this world would develop as he knew it from his previous life.

Days passed quickly. On the Little New Year, Zhao's father and mother didn't even have time to have a meal with Zhao Fusheng and the others, because the supermarket had started promotional activities. Zhao's father, Zhao's mother, and Li Yuan were all busy with sales promotions and contacting suppliers.

The closer it got to the New Year, the more Chinese people liked to buy a lot of things. This was a custom spanning thousands of years. Even in ancient times, poor families would have a good meal at the end of the year, let alone now.

In Zhao's mother's words: "In this day and age, the more it's New Year, the stronger people's purchasing power. If you don't take this opportunity to earn more money, you're a fool."

"So, we're going to eat at the mall on the afternoon of New Year's Eve?" Fan Baobao looked at Zhao Fusheng incredulously.

Zhao Fusheng nodded: "This is the result after I fought for it. Otherwise, according to your mother's intention, she planned to wait until the mall closed at night before coming home to eat."

Fan Baobao's expression was very strange. She knew her mother's personality well; that she actually said such a thing was too terrifying.

"Bear with it. During this period, the mall's daily sales are two to three hundred thousand. My dad is dizzy with work, and your mom and my mom are also busy guarding the finance department, afraid something might go wrong." Zhao Fusheng said with a wry smile.

To be honest, even he hadn't expected the mall's business to be so good. According to his father, from opening to now, about a month, the net profit had actually reached over three hundred thousand.

That's right, over three hundred thousand.

Although after deducting shareholders' dividends and bank interest, the family might only have a few tens of thousands left, for Zhao's father, Zhao's mother, and Li Yuan, it was undoubtedly great news.

In the year 2000, in a small city like Ninghai, a business that could guarantee a net profit of over five hundred thousand was hard to find even with a lantern.

Of course, in Zhao Fusheng's view, the business was so good for many reasons. For example, there was no comprehensive supermarket in Ninghai at the time, and it coincided with the New Year and Spring Festival period. Moreover, the mall's location was excellent, situated in the city's golden commercial district, giving it a natural geographical advantage.

But regardless, Wanda Mall had become quite famous in Ninghai. When Zhao's father went out, some people would call him President Zhao.

Zhao's father was quite proud of this, though he occasionally complained that the Little Smart phone he carried didn't match his status.

But Zhao's mother directly shot him down. In her words: "When men get rich, they go bad. Old Zhao, are you planning to get promoted, get rich, and wish your wife dead?"

Zhao's father was speechless. He just wanted to change his phone; did he deserve to be blasted like that?

Fortunately, Zhao Fusheng saved his father. He took the few phones that Han Bin had given him and brought them to the mall, with the simple explanation that they were gifts from the Brain Gold company.

Recently, Brain Gold's sales had been so good that even the newly added counter in Wanda Mall was selling like crazy, so his parents didn't find it strange.

After all, with this advertising campaign alone, their son had helped Brain Gold sell several hundred million more. Receiving a few phones as a reward was only natural.

Zhao's mother even muttered that the boss was stingy—after boosting sales so much, he only gave a few phones.

Zhao Fusheng didn't dare to say anything, just smiled obediently. But regardless, the family now had an Aipu phone each. Zhao Fusheng felt that Han Bin should give him an excellence award.

"How about this: I'll go help at the mall too." Fan Baobao said to Zhao Fusheng after thinking it over.

Zhao Fusheng shrugged: "I think that works. Beibei and I can manage at home anyway."

Fan Baobao blinked, feeling something was off about this sentence. Why did she have to go help at the mall while Zhao Fusheng could stay home with his sister?

"Think about it; there's actually a reason for this." Seeing Fan Baobao's expression, Zhao Fusheng knew what she was thinking and explained with a smile: "You have some fame, at least. You've been on TV, a bit of a star. If you go to our own mall, it's like a living advertisement, right?"

"Really?" Fan Baobao was taken aback: "Am I that famous?"

Zhao Fusheng nodded: "Come on, the Qingzui lozenge ad is still playing on TV. And you've only shot that one ad. Your image is healthy and youthful. Consumers' impression of you couldn't be better."

Fan Baobao chuckled: "Of course. I tell you, if Sister Hua hadn't stopped me, I'd have shot many ads by now. But Sister Hua said I need to maintain my image now. I can't take just any ad. I need both a healthy image and high standards, otherwise I'll be surpassed."

Zhao Fusheng nodded repeatedly, indicating that Fan Baobao was absolutely right.

Watching Fan Baobao happily put on her coat and head to the mall to help, a smile crept onto Zhao Fusheng's lips: Young people are so easy to fool; a few words and it's done!