Chapter 0482: Simpleton

Zhao Fusheng was curious about how lively the entertainment circle in the capital would become in the future, but he was by no means intent on getting to the bottom of it. After all, such things could not be hidden forever; sooner or later, they would be exposed under the spotlight.

What Zhao Fusheng truly cared about was the impact he, as a butterfly, would have on this world.

If the general trend would still follow the trajectory of history, then Zhao Fusheng would know how he should act.

Although becoming the world's richest man was extremely difficult, it was precisely because some things were not easily achieved that the process of striving for them became meaningful. That process of approaching the impossible revealed the value of our lives.

Often, one's position determines one's perspective, and one's stance determines how one acts.

Simply put, when people stand on different ground, even the same event can be interpreted differently.

For example, in Wang Jinghua's case, from the perspective of her original company, they had nurtured her, and now that she had grown strong, she wanted to fly solo with the artists under her—this was nothing short of treason, ingratitude, and shamelessness. But from Wang Jinghua's point of view, she had made significant contributions to the company yet received little in return, which left her feeling deeply dissatisfied.

As for Zhao Fusheng, standing from the perspective of a business manager, maximizing profits was only natural. However, given that Fan Baobao was his girlfriend, he naturally hoped that Wang Jinghua's development would follow the trajectory of history and become as powerful as before.

Only then would Fan Baobao gain more resources in this circle.

Watching from the sidelines always felt comfortable, because the spectator always had a god's-eye view, smarter than those caught in the game.

All the joys and sorrows, schemes and intrigues in the world, when viewed from an outsider's perspective, were nothing but a grand play.

Now, a grand play was about to unfold in the capital's entertainment circle, but the one who had quietly set it in motion had already returned to his residence.

Fan Baobao and Zhou Yun would be back soon, so Zhao Fusheng had to prepare dinner for them.

He casually took a can of Jianlibao from the fridge, opened it, and took a sip, but in his mind, he thought of the Kangshifu Ice Black Tea that would become popular a few years later.

The reason it left such a deep impression was the phrase 'One More Bottle' on the cap. At most, Zhao Fusheng had once won ten bottles in a row, drinking until he felt sick.

Thinking back to that time, a smile involuntarily crept onto Zhao Fusheng's lips. Back then, he was drifting in Beijing, financially strapped, unwilling to even buy bottled water. Occasionally, he would buy Ice Black Tea just for the chance to win another bottle. After buying one, he would open the cap, and upon seeing the words 'One More Bottle,' he would quickly hand it to the shopkeeper, and the cycle would repeat.

Come to think of it, those were probably some of the few happy days in life.

Thinking this, Zhao Fusheng went into the kitchen to prepare dinner. The two girls must have been exhausted today, so he had specially bought spare ribs, intending to show off his cooking skills.

It was often said that to capture someone's heart, you must first capture their stomach. This held true for both men and women. Everyone loved to eat.

In the middle of cooking, Zhao Fusheng heard his phone vibrate a few times and then stop. Assuming it was spam, he ignored it. By the time he finished cooking, it was already past five in the evening.

"Why aren't they back yet?" Zhao Fusheng muttered, walking to the sofa to pick up his phone and call Fan Baobao.

Just then, footsteps and voices came from outside. Zhao Fusheng looked up, and soon the door opened, revealing Fan Baobao and Zhou Yun. Behind them, surprisingly, followed another person.

A man?

Zhao Fusheng frowned, surprised that Zhou Yun and Fan Baobao had brought a man home. More importantly, the man seemed timid, cautiously following behind Fan Baobao, making it hard for Zhao Fusheng to see his face.

"We're back!"

Fan Baobao's vigorous voice rang through the room, clearly in a good mood today.

A smile appeared on Zhao Fusheng's face as he looked at his girlfriend with affection: "You're back, and so happy?"

"Because I get to see you," Fan Baobao said, unabashedly showing off their affection. She came up to Zhao Fusheng, linked her arm with his, and introduced, "Let me introduce someone—our lifesaver, Yunyun's and mine."

"Big sis, don't say that, don't say that." A thick northern provincial dialect hit Zhao Fusheng's ears. He frowned, looking at the young, naive face that emerged from behind Zhou Yun, and froze on the spot.

"This is Xiaoqiang, my newly adopted little brother," Fan Baobao said to Zhao Fusheng. "Xiaoqiang works as a martial arts stunt double. Today, during a scene, the crew didn't secure the lights properly. When it was our turn, a spotlight fell. If Xiaoqiang hadn't blocked it with his arm, it would have hit me on the head."

Zhao Fusheng was startled and quickly looked at Fan Baobao: "Are you okay?"

"I'm fine, I told you, Xiaoqiang blocked it for me," Fan Baobao said casually, pointing at the young man. "He's eighteen this year, from a northern province, from a rural area. He was a monk for a few years, has martial arts skills, and just came to Beijing this year to work as a stunt double. He's a good kid."

Zhao Fusheng blinked, sizing up the young man, then silently sighed, recalling a song.

"A toast to Nailiang, a toast to..."

Never mind. Shaking his head, Zhao Fusheng said to the young man, "Thank you, little brother."

The other seemed very shy, quickly shaking his head: "It's nothing, nothing. Big brother, you don't need to be polite. Sister Baobao and Sister Yun have been very kind to me. It was my duty."

Zhao Fusheng glanced at Zhou Yun curiously. Zhou Yun shrugged: "We were working as extras together yesterday. He eats a lot, and Baobao and I couldn't finish our boxed lunches, so we gave some to him."

As she spoke, she laughed: "Who knew good deeds would be rewarded? Today, this kid saved us."

The young man touched his head and grinned naively.

Only then did Zhao Fusheng notice that one of the young man's arms was wrapped in thick gauze, presumably injured by the spotlight when he saved Fan Baobao and Zhou Yun.

"Since Baobao recognizes you as her brother, you're my brother too. Have a seat first, let's eat, and we'll talk later," Zhao Fusheng said with a smile, looking at the vaguely familiar face.

No matter what his past life was like, since in this life he was Fan Baobao's adopted brother and had saved her, it was only right for Zhao Fusheng to help the young man out.