Chapter 0364: Good Days

In fact, Zhao Fusheng also understood that in many things, plans ultimately couldn't keep up with changes. A certain matter might be conceived perfectly, but during the specific operation process, once some unpredictable changes occurred, it would produce different results.

Just like himself—he inexplicably obtained shares of Tencent, and even managed to do so before the other party received their first round of financing.

Zhao Fusheng still felt as if he were dreaming. He guessed that Boss Ma's mood must be very bad lately.

You see, it had been a long time since he last left a message for Zhao Fusheng online.

But Zhao Fusheng could understand how he felt. If it were himself, working hard and about to succeed, only to have someone suddenly snatch away the fruits of his labor—even if only a little—he would be unwilling too.

But business was like that: the victor is king, the loser a bandit. The best-selling medicine in the world was undoubtedly regret medicine, but unfortunately, it wasn't available on the market.

Anyway, Zhao Fusheng wasn't in a hurry. As one of the shareholders, if an investment was obtained, he had the right to know. Since Boss Ma hadn't called him, it seemed the negotiations were still ongoing.

For Zhao Fusheng, obtaining this five percent stake was more symbolic. Knowing that in the future it would be a treasure trove, he certainly wouldn't sell it.

As for the shares of Shanda, Zhao Fusheng didn't think highly of Chen the Rich Man's character. His idea was simple: once Shanda went public in the United States, he would definitely sell off his ten percent stake.

Whether Chen the Rich Man would be angered by that was beyond Zhao Fusheng's consideration.

His name was Zhao Fusheng, not Chen Fusheng, and he didn't have two sons.

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Students all felt this way: during holidays, they thought the break was too slow and looked forward to school starting. But once school actually started, they found it boring and wished for the holidays to come early.

Zhao Fusheng used to be like that too, thinking studying was boring and reading books was one of the most tedious things in the world.

But as he grew older, he gradually realized that the meaning of learning was to enrich one's mind, so that when talking with others, he wouldn't be caught off guard when someone mentioned Márquez, not knowing who that person was or what he had written.

Ignorance is not a sin, but ignorance is truly a painful thing.

So after his rebirth, Zhao Fusheng seized every moment to read and study. As long as he thought a book was useful, he would read it and take notes.

Although it seemed somewhat puzzling to others, Zhao Fusheng still did it.

Living as a person, sometimes you don't need to be understood for what you do; it's enough to have a clear conscience.

That guy Jiang Wen later called Zhao Fusheng again, telling him that Yu Feihong had turned down all film offers and advertisements, focusing solely on researching materials about comfort women.

“To be honest, she's a bit obsessed now,” Jiang Wen said bitterly.

Zhao Fusheng frowned: “Is it that serious?”

He really hadn't expected Yu Feihong to be so devoted to this matter.

Only half a month had passed since they parted, and she had already calmed down to start collecting materials like this.

Jiang Wen nodded: “Mainly, she's been investigating the specifics of what you mentioned lately. You know, real history is always somewhat sad.”

Zhao Fusheng remained silent; he understood what Jiang Wen meant.

Actors talk about “getting into character.” Although Yu Feihong wanted to shoot a documentary now, constantly reading those tragic materials would inevitably affect her emotions, especially since she was a woman—the impact was even greater.

With a sigh, Zhao Fusheng said: “Find time to talk to her more often. Don't let anything happen to her.”

The mountains are high and the emperor far away. One was in Beijing, the other in Ninghai. Even if Zhao Fusheng wanted to comfort her, he didn't know where to start, let alone the fact that their relationship hadn't reached the level of intimate trust.

If he really thought that accepting a few roast ducks mailed from Beijing meant Yu Feihong liked him, Zhao Fusheng felt he would be either crazy or stupid.

Things in this world are always like that: every family has its own hard-to-read scripture. What looks beautiful on the surface may not be what it seems when the truth is revealed.

During this period, Zhao Fusheng was actually quite free. Tan's father and Cheng Gong were in Shanghai negotiating with KFC's agent, trying to secure the KFC franchise rights for the entire Beijiang Province. Of course, the cost was no longer the one million Zhao Fusheng and Tan Kaixuan had previously known. The specifics were still under discussion, but Tan's father said that if Zhao Fusheng and his son didn't have enough funds, he could lend them some.

To this, Zhao Fusheng could only say that old ginger is spicier. No wonder Tan's father had accumulated millions in assets over more than a decade from the mid-1980s onward. Just his vision alone proved that everyone's success has its unique aspects.

As for his own father, Zhao Fusheng had stopped asking. Father Zhao was now like the protagonist template of a time-travel novel. Out of the blue, the wife of an old company commander turned out to be a deputy bank manager. Through her introduction, he met a certain city leader, who seemed to be a deputy mayor in charge of the economy, newly transferred from above and in urgent need of political achievements.

So, the two sides hit it off immediately. The deputy mayor personally helped with policies, and the deputy manager helped at the bank. Father Zhao, with no major trouble, secured the lease for the entire Hualian Commercial Building, and the lease term was actually five years.

This kind of snake-swallowing-elephant development made Zhao Fusheng dizzy. Perhaps only in the 1980s and 1990s, during the early stages of reform and opening up, did such situations occur.

And even today, in an economically backward area like Ninghai, Father Zhao's accomplishment of such a feat was rare.

Zhao Fusheng could only say that his own father might be the true winner in life, and he himself should just settle for being a rich second generation.

But Zhao Fusheng didn't intend to let Tan's father get involved. After all, cooperating with Tan Kaixuan was friends starting a business together; adding his parents would change the nature of it.

Living, you can't be like cooking, preparing all the ingredients before putting them in the pot—such things are too hard to come by. In Zhao Fusheng's view, life without ideals means either compromise and giving up, or fighting to the end.

In his previous life, he had tried and finally gave up.

In this life, holding a royal flush in his hand, Zhao Fusheng planned to see if he still had a chance to reach the pinnacle of life.