Chapter 0454 Arrival in Beijing

Many times, people are filled with fear about the future because of its uncertainty.

Humans are creatures with brains, so when facing many things, they long to have everything under control. The uncertainty of the future makes people realize that they simply cannot grasp their own destiny.

Fear naturally arises.

After all, around the corner you might not encounter love, but a beggar.

To some extent, Zhao Fusheng, like Tan Kaixuan, was filled with confusion about the future. Only, Tan Kaixuan was confused because he didn't know what the future would bring, while Zhao Fusheng worried that his own small butterfly effect might alter the course of history.

With Wang Zhen's example before him, Zhao Fusheng felt a deep sense of guilt. In his view, if not for his own appearance, perhaps Wang Zhen would not have ended up like this.

"When Heaven is about to place a great responsibility on a man..." Tan Kaixuan suddenly muttered those lines from Mencius. Zhao Fusheng looked at him in surprise, utterly baffled.

"What's wrong with you?" Zhao Fusheng asked, seeing that Tan Kaixuan showed no sign of stopping.

Tan Kaixuan smiled and gently shook his head. "Nothing. I just suddenly feel that maybe, for Old Wang, this incident is also a valuable experience."

"Hmm?"

Zhao Fusheng was taken aback, then raised an eyebrow as he looked at Tan Kaixuan. He never expected him to say such a thing.

Zhao Fusheng naturally understood the meaning of Mencius's words: for a person to succeed, except for those born with a silver spoon, most must go through a period of hardship.

Even many of the future successful tycoons were still starting their businesses at this time.

In Tan Kaixuan's view, Wang Zhen had indeed been a bit carried away before.

Zhao Fusheng had taken him into business, and selling it off had yielded nearly a million in profit. For Wang Zhen, this was a success he had never imagined.

Thus, in the face of such success, Wang Zhen lost his way, even losing a girl like Dong Chenxi.

And the incident with Ma Lina struck like a morning bell or evening drum, ringing in Wang Zhen's ears. The shocking news allowed him to re-evaluate himself.

Therefore, in Tan Kaixuan's view, after this incident, Wang Zhen might be able to pull himself together again.

"What, you don't believe it?" Seeing Zhao Fusheng silent, Tan Kaixuan asked with a smile.

Zhao Fusheng shook his head. "I don't know either. I just hope he can understand."

Some things are beyond the understanding of outsiders like him and Tan Kaixuan. People always say to be grateful for all the hardships experienced, because those hardships make one grow.

But in truth, that's all nonsense!

No one has ever said that going through hardships guarantees success, just as effort does not necessarily accomplish many things. If hardship were the measure of success, then success would be far too cheap.

Days of hardship are not fond memories for anyone.

Endure them, and you achieve fame and success.

Fail to endure, and you sink into oblivion.

Whether Wang Zhen could pull himself together again, Zhao Fusheng did not know. Even with his life experience, he dared not judge, because he knew very well that neither he nor Tan Kaixuan could do more than fulfill their duty as friends. Whether Wang Zhen could emerge from failure and revive himself still depended on him.

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In the end, Zhao Fusheng did not wait for news of Wang Zhen's release. Since Ma Lina's family had chosen to appeal, the process would take some time, and there was nothing Zhao Fusheng could do.

So, after the final exams, he boarded a plane to Beijing.

As for Future Advertising in Binzhou, Zhao Fusheng called Zheng Yao, reiterating his complete trust in her and telling her that as long as she was willing, he would be her solid backing.

With that, he hung up.

After the initial joy, Zheng Yao finally came to her senses. According to that bastard Zhao Fusheng, didn't that mean he would do nothing and leave all the company's affairs to her?

It was said that for more than a week afterward, the name Zhao Fusheng became taboo at Future Advertising. People often heard the name Zhao Fusheng coming from the general manager's office, but it was always accompanied by some less-than-civil adjectives.

Zhao Fusheng naturally knew nothing of this, because after that call, he decisively turned off his phone.

As a civilized and good person, Zhao Fusheng knew well that when flying, it was best to turn off one's phone. Yes, he was just that kind of rule-abiding person.

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The plane landed at Capital Airport. As Zhao Fusheng walked out of the airport, a black sedan was parked not far away. Seeing Zhao Fusheng emerge, the car door opened, and a graceful figure stepped out.

In a long dress, without makeup yet strikingly beautiful, she was the kind of woman who, no matter what, even in a crowd, your eyes would fall on her first. This person was Yu Feihong.

She stood there, exchanging glances with Zhao Fusheng, and nodded gently.

"Sis." Zhao Fusheng smiled.

"Mm, get in the car." Yu Feihong's expression was calm, her gaze clear.

Zhao Fusheng smiled and nodded, put his luggage in the trunk of Yu Feihong's car, and then sat in the passenger seat.

"Seatbelt." Seeing that Zhao Fusheng made no move, Yu Feihong shot him a glare.

"Ah." Zhao Fusheng was startled, then nodded and fastened his seatbelt.

Only after he had fastened it did Yu Feihong start the car.

The car drove along the road toward the city. Zhao Fusheng's gaze occasionally swept over the surrounding buildings. He recalled a movie where the protagonist was reborn and told his friend to buy a house in Beijing. But the friend's mother sold the house when the price had risen by two or three thousand.

Sometimes, not every effort yields results. Although occasionally there are gains without effort, most of the time we know clearly that every gain requires effort. This is an unfair and irreversible proposition.

"What are you thinking about?" Yu Feihong, sensing that Zhao Fusheng seemed preoccupied, asked.

Hearing her words, Zhao Fusheng chuckled. "Sis, if you have money, you could buy a few courtyard houses in the city."

After all, Yu Feihong was a celebrity with much higher income than most ordinary people. Zhao Fusheng thought he could give her some advice.

"Buy houses?" Yu Feihong looked at Zhao Fusheng in bewilderment and asked in surprise, "What would I do with so many houses alone?"

Zhao Fusheng slapped his forehead, full of helplessness.

There was no helping it. If he told Yu Feihong now that in ten years a courtyard house would be worth several hundred million, she probably wouldn't believe him.

Thinking this, Zhao Fusheng said, "I think Beijing's development will definitely get better and better. The housing prices on the Third and Fourth Ring Roads might continue to rise, even higher."

"Really? The current housing prices don't seem low anymore." Yu Feihong blinked, still somewhat skeptical of Zhao Fusheng's words.

She had lived in Beijing for quite some time, from college to staying on as a teacher after graduation. Although she had studied abroad for a few years, she had lived in Beijing ever since returning. She had already been astonished to see housing prices rise from a few hundred to several thousand yuan. Now, hearing Zhao Fusheng say there was still room for growth—wasn't that too absurd?

"Sis, look at Shanghai's housing prices, and then at Beijing's current ones," Zhao Fusheng explained. "In the three major cities of Beijing, Shanghai, and Guangzhou, housing prices simply can't be too low."

No kidding. In fact, not just Beijing, Shanghai, and Guangzhou, but including Shenzhen, any major first-tier city in China—if someone owned ten houses, in ten years they would be a pure tycoon. Especially in places like Beijing, Shanghai, and Guangzhou, even collecting rent would be enough to live on.

"Alright, I understand. I'll ask someone to look into it later." Yu Feihong tilted her head, thought for a moment, and nodded.

Zhao Fusheng was taken aback. "You decided just like that?"

"Of course. You wouldn't harm me." Yu Feihong said matter-of-factly.

Zhao Fusheng was startled, then broke into a smile, his gaze softening as he looked into the distance.