Chapter 0433: The Uncrowned King

In fact, even Zhao Fusheng himself hadn't expected things to turn out this way.

His original plan was to let the reporters experience the children's difficulties at the welfare home, and then make them feel that with this arcade, the children would have hope and could change their current environment.

After all, people are like that—hoping for hope in despair, longing for success in failure.

Zhao Fusheng even believed that once the reporters understood the situation at the welfare home, any minor objections they had about the arcade would disappear, since electronic game halls were still not seen as a legitimate path by many.

According to Zhao Fusheng's idea, when the reporters arrived at the arcade, they would see a mess and a group of thugs slipping away.

But he never expected that things would turn out like this.

Qiu Ming had been beaten and had completely lost it!

Sometimes, the so-called butterfly effect doesn't need to be very obvious or have strong subjective initiative; it might just be a few steps faster, leading to many unpredictable changes.

Zhao Fusheng might not have thought of this, but life is like that—full of infinite possibilities.

And it is precisely because of this that this society, this world, becomes more vivid and interesting.

Now the situation was that the reporters, enraged by Qiu Ming's beating and the arcade being trashed, were furious. Even if it were a deputy director of a police station, or even the mayor of Ninghai or the city party secretary, they would still dare to point at these leaders and say, 'There's a problem with public security in Ninghai!'

There was no helping it; the bruises on Qiu Ming's face were still there, the smashed machines and beaten people at the arcade were still there—everything was clearly laid out.

To put it bluntly, once reporters occupy the moral high ground, it becomes a terrible disaster.

Even Zhao Fusheng could now say with certainty that the whole incident had spiraled beyond his control. Judging by Qiu Ming and Jiang Xuerui's expressions, they clearly intended to blow things up.

To be honest, if Zhao Fusheng stepped in to calm them down now, he might be able to suppress their anger. But the problem was, Zhou Wei wasn't Zhao Fusheng's son—why should he care about Zhou Wei's fate?

In Zhao Fusheng's view, adding fuel to the fire at the right moment and sending that bastard Zhou Wei to hell was the right choice.

As for 'forgive and forget,' ha, sorry, in Zhao Fusheng's dictionary, there was no such option for enemies.

Watching Hua Zi and the others being taken away by the police station, Zhao Fusheng walked up to Qiu Ming: 'Brother Qiu, do you need to go to the hospital?'

Qiu Ming rolled his eyes at him: 'Am I that fragile?'

Just then, Zhang Qian suddenly had a flash of inspiration and said, 'It must be that bastard surnamed Zhou who caused this!'

At that moment, Zhao Fusheng wanted to hug him and give him a big kiss. He was just worrying about how to steer things toward the Industry and Commerce Bureau, and Zhang Qian's words had suddenly exposed the matter.

It was obvious to anyone that Qiu Ming, who had just been inexplicably beaten, would have a certain expression when he learned there was a幕后黑手 behind it all.

As for these reporters, they were now filled with the ambition to save the welfare home. In other words, every reporter now felt they could win China's Pulitzer Prize. But then they suddenly discovered that behind this incident there was a conspiracy and a幕后黑手—it was easy to imagine how thrilled they were.

In an instant, everyone's attention focused on Zhang Qian.

'And this is?' Qiu Ming asked, looking at Zhang Qian curiously.

Zhao Fusheng coughed, lowered his voice, and said in a tone almost everyone could hear: 'He's Zhang Qian.'

Zhang Qian!

The reporters were all startled, and then someone blurted out: 'Is he the Zhang Qian you mentioned who works at construction sites during the day and takes care of the elderly at the hospital at night?'

'The Zhang Qian from the welfare home?'

Zhao Fusheng nodded, pointing at the bewildered Zhang Qian: 'That's him.'

The next moment, Zhang Qian was surrounded by reporters, all pulling at him to ask about the welfare home and the old man, leaving Zhang Qian completely confused, not knowing what was happening.

Only then did Zhao Fusheng walk over to Qian Dongliu: 'How are you? Are you okay?'

Qian Dongliu shook his head, applying a band-aid to himself as he replied: 'I'm fine, just a minor injury. In the army, I've had worse.'

Zhao Fusheng nodded: 'Stay here for a while, take a look at how many machines were damaged, clean up, and replace the backup screens. If any motherboards are damaged, remember to call me, and I'll have them shipped from Shenzhen.'

Regardless, as long as the game machine motherboards were fine, Zhao Fusheng didn't care about a few monitor screens.

Moreover, Zhou Wei would have to pay for the trouble he caused this time. Zhao Fusheng made it clear that he had never been a kind person willing to suffer such losses for nothing.

If it were an open fight, Zhao Fusheng wouldn't mind. Even if Zhou Wei wanted to negotiate and share the profits, as long as he was willing to invest, Zhao Fusheng wouldn't mind having another partner.

Doing business is like that—whether it's a head-on collision or big fish eating small fish, if everything is above board, the strong rise and the weak fall; it's only natural.

But if someone plays dirty, don't blame him for being ruthless.

Moreover, when it came to scheming, the gap between Zhao Fusheng and Zhou Wei was probably as wide as ten Zhang Qians.

One side was just entering commercialization, like a farmer pushing a cart to sell vegetables, only able to calculate how much money today's vegetables would bring.

The other side was a business elite controlling market trends, capable of digging a pit that would make an opponent on a completely different level lose everything.

So, from start to finish, Zhao Fusheng never considered Zhou Wei as his opponent. What he wanted to do was to completely extinguish any spark of desire in anyone who wanted to get their hands on his industry.

Although this meant taking on the burden of the welfare home, in Zhao Fusheng's view, it was nothing. Every enterprise needs a flagship product and a label.

And what he chose for his enterprises was the label of charity.

An enterprise that, even if it develops slowly, is dedicated to charity—occasional mistakes are easily forgiven. This is normal because Chinese people are forgiving; as long as you do some good deeds, they forget the bad things you did before.

The most obvious example is the shady dealings in the entertainment industry. Even some female celebrities who posed with the Japanese military flag and mingled with the powerful have been whitewashed. What in this world can't happen?

In this life, when Zhao Fusheng was bored, he checked and found that that brainwashing drama hadn't been filmed yet. He didn't know if that swallow would appear, but if it did, Zhao Fusheng estimated he might not be able to resist stepping on it.

There was no helping it; he really had no good feelings for that person, even though they both shared the surname Zhao.

Over here, Zhang Qian was surrounded by reporters, all asking him about the welfare home and the old man's medical treatment.

Zhao Fusheng had mentioned it once before: if he didn't know what to say, he should say nothing.

Now, Zhang Qian finally remembered. So no matter how Qiu Ming and the others pressed him, Zhang Qian just silently lowered his head, stood there, and stared at the game machine fragments on the floor without speaking.

Imagine a poor young man who had finally seen the dawn of the future, only to have it destroyed by someone. What kind of mood would he be in?

At that moment, almost all the reporters were moved by the scene they had conjured up in their minds.

In their eyes, Zhang Qian at this moment was undoubtedly the most sorrowful person.

After all, anyone else would probably feel like going crazy.

Little did they know, Zhang Qian's mind was full of thoughts about whether he should find time to go to the police station and find a chance to kill those four bastards!

At that moment, Qiu Ming suddenly asked Zhang Qian: 'Zhang Qian, you said someone was behind this just now. Who is this person surnamed Zhou?'

He had heard clearly; Zhang Qian had clearly said that someone surnamed Zhou was behind this. As an innocent bystander who had been dragged into it, Qiu Ming couldn't help but be sensitive about the person behind the scenes.

Zhang Qian turned to look at Zhao Fusheng, a hint of hesitation in his eyes.

He really didn't know what to do. Should he reveal Zhou Wei's name?

Zhao Fusheng understood what Zhang Qian was thinking just by looking at his expression. There was no helping it; Zhang Qian's nature was simply not suited for scheming. Fortunately, the reporters didn't dwell on it and instead turned their gazes to Zhao Fusheng.

Zhao Fusheng sighed, pulled Qiu Ming aside, and began to speak in a low voice.

Soon, Qiu Ming's face turned extremely ugly. After a long while, he asked Zhao Fusheng: 'Are you saying a section chief dares to do this?'

Zhao Fusheng smiled bitterly: 'Brother Qiu, a section chief may not mean much to you, but to us ordinary people, he's an untouchable god. The arcade's business license still hasn't been approved, and the machines are sitting here. We thought we could wait for approval, but now it's fine—we don't have to wait for approval anymore...'

Qiu Ming waved his hand: 'Don't worry about this anymore.'

Then he turned and called Jiang Xuerui and a few others over. They huddled together, muttering about something. After a moment, Qiu Ming said to Zhao Fusheng: 'Fusheng, take us to the Industry and Commerce Bureau now.'

'Huh?'

Zhao Fusheng was startled. Before he could speak, Jiang Xuerui smiled slightly and said: 'Don't worry, we won't all go in. Qiu Ming and I will go in with you to have a chat with Section Chief Zhou.'

Then she pointed to the remaining reporters: 'They'll wait outside the Industry and Commerce Bureau. I'd like to see just how powerful this Section Chief Zhou really is!'

At that moment, Zhao Fusheng silently bowed to Zhou Wei. This guy was doomed!