Chapter 0478 Woof Woof Woof

Since Zhao Fusheng didn't want to fall too far behind his father, he had to work hard to make his own business bigger and stronger.

Although ten years later, the standard for measuring a person's success would mostly be how much wealth he possessed, Zhao Fusheng didn't want to be someone who succeeded merely by relying on shares.

If that were the case, what meaning would his rebirth have?

There are too many smart people in this world who, knowing full well there's a pit ahead, still jump in without hesitation. The reason is simple: these smart people all have their own thoughts.

Just like Zhao Fusheng now. He was even clear that the foresight he could rely on was diminishing. Perhaps if he went into business, he might fail, and everything he had painstakingly built might be swallowed up by others. Yet he still chose to struggle on his own, rather than waiting for Tencent or Shanda to go public and counting money at home.

If a person has no dreams, what difference is there from a salted fish?

Moreover, Zhao Fusheng felt that the process of struggle was actually a way to prove one's existence.

Nowadays, Zhao Fusheng seemed to be hitting here and there without any clear purpose, but in fact, doing business itself had no fixed routines or distinctions.

Doing business is much like hitting the jackpot, and investing is even more so. The successful are rare and make a splash, while the losers turn around and continue searching for the next opportunity.

The purpose of doing business is to make money from money, so it involves great chance.

Just like gambling, you might lose or win; no one dares to guarantee the outcome. Even Zhao Fusheng, as a reborn person, couldn't do it.

Moreover, Zhao Fusheng was well aware that the complexity of human hearts in this world was absolutely staggering.

Even more so, many times we unconsciously hope that others fare worse than ourselves, because only then can we find spiritual comfort and the pleasure of balance.

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Zhao Fusheng was not a dark person, but he never shied away from speculating about others with the worst malice.

As the saying goes, one should not have the heart to harm others, but must have the heart to guard against them. No matter how good a friend, one must leave a way out for oneself; otherwise, who knows when two people who are now inseparable might turn against each other.

Therefore, Zhao Fusheng had always been continuously building his own forces, trying as much as possible to prevent these forces from having horizontal connections.

He understood the principle of a wily rabbit having three burrows.

In the evening, Fan Baobao and Zhou Yun appeared at the door, but they no longer had the ease and joy from before; instead, they looked exhausted.

"You're back." Zhao Fusheng smiled at Fan Baobao and placed the dinner he had prepared on the table.

"Mm." Fan Baobao responded weakly, then collapsed onto the sofa.

"Dead tired." Zhou Yun did the same as Fan Baobao, completely unlike the eager look they had when they first went to the Beijing Film Studio in the morning.

There was no helping it; after a day of running errands as extras, they had managed to get a total of five lines between the two of them.

The rest of the time, they basically served as human background props, playing dead bodies, serving as maids, and occasionally filling in as extras, like robots.

Even an iron man would have lost their spirit by now.

"I think you two are really exhausted." Zhao Fusheng said with a smile.

Since the two of them didn't plan to eat right away, he wasn't in a hurry either; after all, he had already prepared the meal.

"Dead tired." Fan Baobao repeated what she had said earlier, looking helpless. "Now I understand why they say an actor must have a good physique. With this intensity of filming, the director still says it's only a little tough. Heaven knows what real hardship looks like."

Seeing this, Zhao Fusheng walked over, sat down beside Fan Baobao, and began to massage her legs. As he massaged, he said, "Health is the capital of revolution. This is nothing yet. You haven't even filmed through the night. If you did that for a few days, do you think your body could hold up?"

Fan Baobao blinked, was silent for a moment, then said, "I'd better exercise more."

As they talked, Zhao Fusheng's hands didn't stop; he continued massaging Fan Baobao's legs. Zhou Yun rolled her eyes, got up, and walked toward the room.

"What's wrong? Aren't you going to eat?" Fan Baobao asked Zhou Yun curiously.

Zhou Yun replied irritably, "Shut up. I'm being treated miserably. Filming is already exhausting, and then I have to come back and watch you two show off your love. Is there no justice in this world?"

Fan Baobao blinked, glanced at Zhao Fusheng, then glared at him. "It's all your fault!"

Zhao Fusheng looked completely innocent. What did this have to do with him?

But he knew well that arguing with a woman was a mistake in itself, so he didn't say a word and just continued massaging Fan Baobao's legs to relieve her muscle soreness.

Watching Zhao Fusheng's actions, Fan Baobao, for the first time, showed a genuinely happy smile. At that moment, she truly felt that with this guy by her side, everything was wonderful.

"What are you smiling at?" Zhao Fusheng noticed Fan Baobao's smile and asked curiously.

"Nothing. I just feel that it's really good to have you here."

Fan Baobao smiled softly and said quietly.

Zhao Fusheng was startled, then smiled too. He liked this version of Fan Baobao better; he liked the feeling of her relying on him.

"I'll always be here."

He said softly to Fan Baobao and gave her a reassuring smile.

Fan Baobao nodded firmly. She trusted Zhao Fusheng, just as she had when he made decisions for her back then. All these years, he had never lied to her.

"Hey, you two, don't act like I don't exist!"

Just then, Zhou Yun's voice rang out. She appeared not far away with a look of utter despair.

Zhao Fusheng and Fan Baobao were instantly embarrassed. Zhao Fusheng was fine; his thick skin from living two lives allowed him to sit there nonchalantly as if nothing was wrong, but Fan Baobao's face had turned red all the way to her neck.

"I can't be bothered with you two." Zhou Yun grumbled irritably, walked over to the table, and started eating.

Zhao Fusheng smiled and said to Fan Baobao, "I think Zhou Yun must be wanting to fall in love."

"Probably!" Fan Baobao chuckled and blinked.

Looking at this heartless couple, Zhou Yun angrily bit down on the vegetables in her mouth as if they were Zhao Fusheng and Fan Baobao.

These two hateful people simply didn't consider the feelings of a singleton.