Chapter 0407: Being Set Up

Zhao Fusheng was well aware of his mother's occasional tendency to show off with him.

But he didn't resent it. As a son, if he couldn't make his parents proud of him, wouldn't that be a failure?

At the very least, he should ensure that when his parents talked about him to others, they wouldn't sigh in disappointment.

Leaving the ward, Zhao Fusheng walked outside and sat down on a chair.

He hadn't been idle these past few days. Although there were still months to go, many things required preparation. Since he planned to open an arcade, the first issue was finding a venue.

In his memory, five or six years later, the Ninghai city government would relocate to Ningxi, and a large supermarket called Walmart would be built on the current Museum Square. But in Zhao Fusheng's view, the best places for an arcade now were still the Department Store or Wanda Mall.

The problem was that he couldn't handle this personally, which was quite troublesome.

"What to do?" Zhao Fusheng muttered to himself, rubbing his chin. He was genuinely worried.

Strictly speaking, his parents wouldn't mind him working at Future Advertising, provided he got his diploma.

In their generation's view, a college diploma was far more important than a job during school.

Many might find this absurd, but it was true. In the minds of many born in the 1960s and 1950s, a diploma meant an iron rice bowl, at least guaranteeing a stable life.

As for self-employment?

Frankly, even in 2015, a web writer earning over ten thousand a month might not be seen as better than an ordinary teacher earning three thousand.

The reason was simple: the teacher could work for a lifetime; could you?

"Hey, what are you doing here?"

Just then, a voice sounded in Zhao Fusheng's ear. Looking up, he saw Chen Jianmin standing before him in a white coat, followed by two interns.

"Director Chen, hello." Zhao Fusheng stood up and smiled at Chen Jianmin.

Chen Jianmin nodded: "Are you here to see the old man?"

Zhao Fusheng was startled, then shook his head: "No, no. My sister is hospitalized here; I'm just passing by..."

"Pediatrics?" Chen Jianmin said.

Zhao Fusheng nodded, ready to leave.

"Hey, wait." Chen Jianmin stopped him, waved the two interns aside, and said to him: "You and Zhang Qian aren't friends, are you?"

He wasn't stupid. If Zhang Qian really had such a wealthy friend, or if he were truly close to this young man, the situation wouldn't be what it was.

Zhao Fusheng smiled: "Director Chen, does that matter?"

Chen Jianmin hadn't expected such a reply. He shook his head: "Honestly, I think you shouldn't keep this from him."

Then he asked Zhao Fusheng: "What's your name?"

"Zhao Fusheng." After introducing himself, Zhao Fusheng said: "Director Chen, I did this because I felt that since that old man had done good deeds all his life, he deserved help from others."

That was his true feeling. Zhao Fusheng wasn't a man of strong principles; after all, you couldn't expect a man in his forties to still have the passion and sense of justice of a twenty-year-old.

But he always held onto the basic bottom line of being human.

He liked money and enjoyed making it, but that didn't mean he didn't know the purpose of making money.

Living with kindness was what his father had told him on his deathbed in his previous life, and he had always kept it in mind.

"Xiao Zhao, I approve of your helping others, and I think doing good deeds without leaving a name is a noble virtue." Chen Jianmin looked at Zhao Fusheng and said slowly: "But this patient's situation is special. I can tell you responsibly that the surgery was successful, and the old man pulled through. However, based on my understanding, his bodily functions are already very poor. He might not make it through the year."

He was a doctor, so Zhao Fusheng naturally believed him. Frowning, he asked: "That serious?"

Chen Jianmin nodded: "They say it's better to teach a man to fish than to give him a fish. Though we haven't interacted much, I can see you're a mature young man. Have you thought about what will happen to the children in the welfare home if the old man passes away? Will they end up on the streets?"

He paused and sighed: "My personal strength is limited, but I think you might be able to do better than me. What do you think?"

Zhao Fusheng stood there, silent for a long time, not even noticing when Chen Jianmin left.

After a long while, he looked up with a rather strange expression.

"Damn, have I been set up?" Zhao Fusheng muttered to himself, then laughed.

To be honest, although Chen Jianmin's approach might seem unreasonable to others, Zhao Fusheng didn't feel upset at all.

Doing good deeds might seem saintly, but it actually felt really good.

What is the biggest trait of a smart person?

That every action he takes is aimed at his ultimate goal.

Zhao Fusheng's ultimate goal was to have a life without regrets, a perfect future.

Chen Jianmin's words might earn him a cold stare or a sneer from others. A kind-hearted person might offer some donations, but Zhao Fusheng saw something different.

"Hmm, Zhang Qian is quite suitable..."

A whimsical idea suddenly popped into Zhao Fusheng's mind.

Though they hadn't interacted much, from the few encounters, Zhao Fusheng could tell that Zhang Qian was a man who knew how to repay kindness.

Although his approach might seem like expecting gratitude in return, Zhao Fusheng felt that if he got involved as Chen Jianmin suggested, it might actually be a good thing for Zhang Qian.

Interpersonal relationships are like that. If one party always expects the other to give without reciprocating, in the end, it becomes awkward between them.

But this matter wasn't easy to handle. Zhao Fusheng didn't know the size of the welfare home, how many children were there, or their conditions.

Honestly, just the words "welfare home" told Zhao Fusheng that this was a heavy responsibility.

And throughout history, responsibility was probably the hardest thing to bear.

With that thought, Zhao Fusheng stood up, let out a long breath, and looked toward the surgical ward not far away. He felt that perhaps he should have a good talk with Zhang Qian.

After all, a man with extraordinary fighting skills who would rather carry cement at a construction site than resort to robbery was always worth a conversation.