Chapter 0322: The Wolf Is Coming!

Although Uncle Tan’s words were blunt, Zhao Fusheng knew he meant well.

If he hadn’t regarded him as a close nephew, Uncle Tan could have simply kept quiet; at most, he could have stopped Tan Kaixuan, since any profit or loss would be Zhao Fusheng’s affair, none of his concern.

Even if the Tan family owed him a favor, this wasn’t how it should be repaid.

“Uncle Tan, I understand what you mean. That’s why this time I don’t plan to invest all my money—only half.” Zhao Fusheng smiled slightly and spoke slowly to Uncle Tan.

Uncle Tan was taken aback: “I remember Kaixuan saying your website sold for over a million?”

When Tan Kaixuan mentioned it, he naturally excluded Wang Zhen’s share and only counted Zhao Fusheng’s portion.

Zhao Fusheng nodded: “Almost one point five million. This time I plan to invest only seven hundred thousand, and I’ll only do short-term trading. Within ten trading days, whether I lose or make money, I’ll close my positions and exit.”

When he said these words, his tone was resolute, leaving no room for doubt.

Uncle Tan looked at Zhao Fusheng in surprise; he could tell that Zhao Fusheng wasn’t joking.

Often, some people speak of extremely serious matters in a joking tone, while others speak of jokes in a serious tone.

Whether the listener can discern the difference depends on their experience and ability.

And Uncle Tan undoubtedly had that ability, so he could clearly sense that Zhao Fusheng wasn’t joking but truly intended to do this.

“Alright, since that’s the case, I’ll have Kaixuan join you too, just to let him gain some experience.” Uncle Tan laughed and said to Zhao Fusheng, “You two are best friends; you must help each other more in the future.”

Zhao Fusheng nodded: “Don’t worry, his business is my business.”

This was what he owed Tan Kaixuan—no chance to repay in his past life, but in this life, Zhao Fusheng would definitely make it right.

“Good, good, good. Have a seat, and let your aunt cook a few dishes. We’ll have a few drinks.” Uncle Tan said with a beaming smile. He was very satisfied with Zhao Fusheng, or rather, based on his decades of life experience, Zhao Fusheng seemed reliable.

At the very least, he wouldn’t stab anyone in the back.

After a meal at the Tan’s, everyone was pleased. In the evening, Uncle Tan repeatedly urged Zhao Fusheng to stay overnight, but after careful consideration, Zhao Fusheng politely declined.

He had come to Shanghai not only to trade stocks but also for other matters; staying at the Tan’s would be somewhat inconvenient.

Seeing Zhao Fusheng insist, Uncle Tan didn’t force him and had Tan Kaixuan take him to a hotel near the stock exchange.

After seeing Tan Kaixuan off, Zhao Fusheng lay on the hotel bed, turned on the TV, and watched the news reports on the screen, a faint smile curling at the corners of his mouth.

Everything was developing in the direction he had envisioned; perhaps this was fate.

With that thought, he took out his phone, called his mother to report his safety, chatted for a few moments, and then hung up.

At that very moment, in a high-end apartment in Shanghai, Chen Tianqiao’s face was ashen, and he looked at his brother with a grim expression: “What did you say?”

“Well, the admin of wo123 replied to us, saying the website’s boss is in Shanghai. If we want to discuss advertising, we can talk directly to the boss.”

Chen Danian said with a wry smile, “He also gave me the boss’s phone number, but no matter how I look at it, that number seems to be Zhao Fusheng’s.”

The three words “Zhao Fusheng” hit Chen Tianqiao’s face like a slap.

He finally understood why Zhao Fusheng had said “see you when fate allows” back then, and why MyHome had been repeatedly recommended on the wo123 navigation page—recommended relentlessly and without logic. The reason was simple: it was Zhao Fusheng’s own website.

Of course he would spare no effort for his own business.

Now that MyHome had been bought by him, Zhao Fusheng could naturally refuse to recommend it.

Thinking of this, Chen Tianqiao couldn’t help but smile bitterly: “That kid, he set a trap right here.”

“Then what do we do?” Luo Qianqian, his wife of less than six months, asked Chen Tianqiao. They had entered marriage after knowing each other for less than two months, and she greatly admired her husband, whose abilities were beyond imagination.

And the more that was the case, the more curious she became about the young man who had made her husband suffer a setback.

Hearing his wife’s words, Chen Tianqiao shook his head: “What can we do? He’s cast the bait, and we have no choice but to bite.”

As he spoke, he sighed: “We’re the fish on the chopping block; there’s nothing we can do.”

The smarter a person is, the more clearly they understand the situation.

Chen Tianqiao was shrewd; he knew well that a virtual community with five or six hundred thousand users and one with a million users were two completely different concepts in the eyes of venture capitalists.

For the former, they might only invest a little casually; for the latter, venture capitalists would continuously monitor and increase their investment.

Moreover, Chen Tianqiao himself was optimistic about the development of the internet. In his view, China’s internet could develop just like that of foreign countries, and he even had the ambition to build a vast pan-entertainment industrial chain.

So, as he himself said, he had no choice but to swallow the bait Zhao Fusheng had cast.

Taking out his phone, Chen Tianqiao found the name in his contacts, a bitter smile on his lips. He shook his head and dialed Zhao Fusheng’s number.

When Zhao Fusheng received the call, he wasn’t surprised.

“President Chen, long time no see.” Zhao Fusheng said with a smile.

“Xiao Zhao, I really didn’t expect you to have such great skill.” Chen Tianqiao said sincerely.

Zhao Fusheng’s expression was calm, with no trace of a victor’s joy. Instead, he said calmly, “President Chen, I think we can skip the pleasantries, can’t we?”

“Alright, I want to know now: how much would it cost for wo123 to fully promote MyHome?” Chen Tianqiao said slowly.

Zhao Fusheng smiled silently, his face full of mockery, but his tone was steady: “President Chen, do you think that’s possible? How many daily page views does Wo123 have, and how many users would full promotion bring to MyHome? I’m sure you know without me saying. The price—I can guarantee you can’t afford it.”

He was telling the truth. No matter how eloquently or grandly Chen Tianqiao spoke, in Zhao Fusheng’s view, Chen Tianqiao’s funds were definitely limited.

Or rather, if it meant investing a large sum in advertising, Chen Tianqiao would certainly be reluctant.

And this was precisely the opportunity Zhao Fusheng had been scheming to obtain all along.