Chapter 0429: Forbearance Is Paramount?

Zhao Fusheng glanced at Zhang Qian, then at Qian Dongliu and the others, furrowing his brow: "What are you trying to do?"

He could tell that this group was now practically waiting for the people arranged by Zhou Wei to show up.

Falling into the hands of a group of retired special forces soldiers, Zhao Fusheng now actually felt a bit of sympathy for those thugs.

"Um, the machines are all installed now. If they get smashed, the loss would be huge." Zhang Qian said to Zhao Fusheng: "I figure, if someone comes to cause trouble, I might as well make a move. I'll just be locked up for a few days and then get out."

Zhao Fusheng rolled his eyes, utterly speechless.

Letting out a sigh, Zhao Fusheng looked at Qian Dongliu and the others: "Is that what you all think too?"

Qian Dongliu and the others exchanged glances and nodded: "If Zhang Qian gets taken in, and someone else comes to cause trouble, we'll take turns making a move."

Slapping his own forehead, Zhao Fusheng said helplessly: "What if they keep coming?"

"Keep coming?"

The group looked at each other in bewilderment. After a long moment, Zhang Qian said in a low voice: "If they keep coming, I'll strike hard. At worst, I'll go inside for a few years. You take care of the kids at the welfare home for me."

Zhao Fusheng couldn't be bothered to praise him anymore. The guy had an expression of righteous self-sacrifice, as if he just needed the soundtrack of "The wind blows bleakly, the waters of Yi River are cold; the brave man leaves, never to return."

"Strike hard? To throw yourself away for a bunch of scum, have you got water in your head?" Zhao Fusheng glared at Zhang Qian in exasperation.

Zhang Qian was taken aback, but before he could speak, Zhao Fusheng continued: "No matter who comes to cause trouble, let them smash whatever they want. After all, the most important part of our game machines is the game motherboard, not the monitor screens."

As he spoke, Zhao Fusheng blinked: "Don't worry, no matter how much they smash, they'll have to pay us back in the end."

The group was dumbfounded. According to Zhao Fusheng's reasoning, weren't they supposed to just play the coward and swallow this?

"Fusheng, this..." Zhang Qian hesitated, opening his mouth to say something to Zhao Fusheng.

But Zhao Fusheng didn't give him a chance, waving his hand: "You don't need to give me any reasons. I only have one thing to say: you have to follow my arrangements on this matter."

Zhang Qian looked at Zhao Fusheng sullenly, then let out a dejected sigh. Clearly, he was unconvinced.

Zhao Fusheng shook his head, knowing that for Zhang Qian, bowing to a bunch of thugs was undoubtedly unpleasant. But in Zhao Fusheng's view, if a matter had to be resolved through violence, it meant the person handling it had failed miserably.

Since they were doing legitimate business, there had to be limits. Resorting to violence to counter violence, as Zhang Qian thought, was ultimately not the right path.

Moreover, in Zhao Fusheng's eyes, getting locked up in a detention center for those thugs was simply not worth it.

"Don't worry, things aren't as bad as you think." Zhao Fusheng said to Zhang Qian and the others with a smile.

The group exchanged glances but said nothing. In their view, Zhao Fusheng was just comforting himself. That was the Industry and Commerce Bureau, with power in their hands. A section chief from the bureau, at this moment, was a big shot they, as ordinary people, couldn't afford to provoke.

If not for Zhou Wei's conditions being too excessive, they might have actually given in.

After all, the common people don't contend with officials.

Zhao Fusheng couldn't be bothered to explain further. He turned to Zhang Qian and said: "Tomorrow, some reporters should contact you. Take them to the welfare home for a visit, then bring them here. Tell them this is a revenue-generating project that Future Advertising helped your welfare home set up. Understand?"

Zhang Qian was completely baffled, nodding as if he understood but didn't.

Zhao Fusheng then looked at Qian Dongliu and the others: "As for you, don't worry either. No matter how many people they send, let them smash whatever they want. Tomorrow, have Zhang Qian's younger siblings come too. Even though we don't have a business license, we can still clean up."

With that, a grim expression appeared on his face: "Remember, no matter how they smash, don't stop them. Let them smash as they please. Got it?"

Li Kunlun and the others were utterly confused. Qian Dongliu, who was a bit quicker on the uptake, paused, then stopped Zhang Qian, who was about to speak, and said to Zhao Fusheng: "President Zhao, I understand."

Zhao Fusheng gave him a meaningful look: "Good that you understand. That's it, then."

With that, he turned and left.

For him, spending so much energy on this matter was already somewhat dissatisfying. If Zhang Qian and the others still couldn't catch on, then they were truly beyond help, and they shouldn't expect Zhao Fusheng to support them in the future. They might as well just be security guards.

Watching Zhao Fusheng's retreating figure, Zhang Qian was about to speak, but Qian Dongliu stopped him and whispered a few words in his ear. After a long moment, Zhang Qian looked up in surprise: "Are you serious?"

Qian Dongliu nodded: "Most likely. It seems President Zhao is really angry and plans to hit that Zhou guy hard."

Zhang Qian tended to trust Qian Dongliu's words. Back in the army, the guy had played a role similar to a strategist in their squad. Now that he said so, maybe it really was as Zhao Fusheng had said—he didn't need to do anything, just stick to his own tasks.

Zhao Fusheng was indeed determined to teach Zhou Wei a harsh lesson. So after leaving, he directly called Zheng Yao to confirm the arrival time of Qiu Ming and the others, then called his father.

"Dad, how's the investigation going?" Zhao Fusheng asked directly.

Zhao's father chuckled: "Why are you in such a hurry? It hasn't been that long."

Zhao Fusheng shook his head: "A long delay means many changes."

"I had someone ask around. Zhou Wei doesn't have much background. His father was once a deputy director of the Municipal Public Security Bureau, but he's already retired to the second line." Zhao's father told his son, which was the result of his inquiries.

"Retired to the second line?" Zhao Fusheng frowned, then nodded: "I see."

Since his father said it in such a relaxed tone, it seemed Zhou Wei really wasn't a big deal.

But then Zhao Fusheng thought it over and understood. Perhaps Zhou Wei, who meant nothing in his father's eyes, was an untouchable big shot in the eyes of Zhang Qian and the others. Zhou Wei probably thought so too, otherwise he wouldn't have dared to extort Wanda Mall but instead set his sights on the Glory Arcade.

With that in mind, Zhao Fusheng took a deep breath. Tomorrow might be a very interesting day.

He was looking forward to seeing the expression on Zhou Wei's face then...