Chapter 0526: The Welfare Home

After more than a month without seeing him, Zhang Qian still gave the same impression as before—cold, as if he didn't like to smile. He just stood there, and the few young people who had been whispering at the door immediately moved far away, as if afraid of provoking him and getting beaten up.

You have to understand, this was Ninghai, a place where armed bandits dared to storm checkpoints even in 2005. In the decade after the millennium, the underground forces in Ninghai underwent countless reshuffles. Someone once used events in Ninghai as a blueprint to write an online novel about the underworld, which became a sensation for a time.

But even so, you could see the toughness of Ninghai's people.

And now, Zhang Qian gave off a particularly cold vibe, so cold that people dared not speak.

Zhao Fusheng, however, had no such reservations. He glanced at Zhang Qian and frowned. "Why are you pulling a long face?"

"Huh?"

Zhang Qian looked bewildered.

"When guests come, they're not here to see your face. If you can't smile in the future, just hide away obediently. Standing at the door with a cold face, who would want to come to our arcade to play?" Zhao Fusheng said irritably to Zhang Qian.

Zhang Qian hesitated at his words, but still nodded.

"Regardless of how the old man's health is, this arcade will have to be supported by you all in the future. Do you really think I can't find projects to invest in?" Zhao Fusheng looked at Zhang Qian seriously. "The arcade is a starting point. From here, projects will extend, and the welfare home will have a share. Even if we grow old, it doesn't matter. As long as this place exists, the children of the welfare home won't have to worry about food or clothing."

Zhang Qian's body swayed. He really hadn't expected Zhao Fusheng to have such intentions.

"Alright, take me to see the old man." Zhao Fusheng waved his hand, too lazy to explain further to Zhang Qian. This guy really fit his initial judgment—good with his hands, but not much for thinking.

Of course, that didn't mean Zhang Qian was bad; it's just that Zhao Fusheng had always hoped he could take on the mantle of the arcade, so that in the future, he could handle things on his own.

But now, it was Qian Dongliu, whom Zhang Qian had brought in, that impressed Zhao Fusheng, managing the arcade with flair.

Zhao Fusheng was even considering whether to give Qian Dongliu more responsibility.

After all, in his vision, the arcade was just the beginning. There would be various projects launched in the future, especially in Ninghai. According to Zhao Fusheng's plan, although Ninghai wouldn't become the headquarters of his business, it would still be a key location.

No matter the time, those who use their brains will always achieve more than those who use their brawn—that's inevitable.

In Hong Kong, they say 'eat with the brain,' referring to those who live by their wits. These people often command others, so naturally, their achievements are greater.

Compared to those who rely on physical labor, those who rely on their brains undoubtedly have an easier and more relaxed life.

But for now, Zhao Fusheng didn't plan to mention this to Qian Dongliu. He still needed to observe a bit longer, and it wasn't yet time to start new projects.

Steady progress, step by step—that was the strategy Zhao Fusheng had set for himself.

He already had his first pot of gold, so he wasn't as eager for quick success as before. As the saying goes, haste makes waste; being too hasty could easily lead to failure and being schemed against.

Zhang Qian had no reaction to Zhao Fusheng's words. He had been used to this since childhood—always someone smarter telling him what to do.

Moreover, to him, Zhao Fusheng was a benefactor, someone who had saved his grandfather and changed the fate of the welfare home.

So, whatever Zhao Fusheng said, Zhang Qian figured he'd just listen. After all, listening wouldn't cost him anything.

If Zhao Fusheng knew what Zhang Qian was thinking, he'd probably spit blood. After all his efforts to groom him, in this guy's eyes, it meant nothing.

The two left the Wanda Mall one after another and took a car to the welfare home.

As soon as he got out of the car, Zhao Fusheng frowned.

"What's wrong?" Seeing Zhao Fusheng's bad expression, Zhang Qian asked curiously.

Zhao Fusheng pointed at the welfare home's signboard and then at the entrance. "Why hasn't it been renovated?"

"Grandma Zhang said it's not necessary; it's still usable. Better to save the money to buy clothes for the younger siblings," Zhang Qian explained helplessly.

Zhao Fusheng was taken aback, then shook his head helplessly and said nothing.

This was exactly something the welfare home's grandmother would do. In her view, every penny should be spent where it counts.

Seeing Zhao Fusheng silent, Zhang Qian stood behind him and smiled silently. He knew that this guy, though fierce with him, was completely docile in front of the elders.

As his grandfather said, Zhao Fusheng seemed calculating and shrewd, but deep down, he was incredibly kind.

But even so, thinking about what his grandfather had mentioned earlier, Zhang Qian still felt that success would be difficult.

Zhao Fusheng, of course, didn't know what Zhang Qian was thinking. He walked into the welfare home and saw a group of children playing. Frowning, he turned to Zhang Qian. "Why aren't they in school?"

"They're not old enough. Kindergarten fees are too expensive," Zhang Qian answered honestly. Sending one child to kindergarten cost dozens of yuan a month, and with nearly twenty kids here, plus meals, it would be almost a hundred yuan per person.

Zhao Fusheng waved his hand. "Don't worry about that. If the money's not enough, I'll cover it. Later, discuss with Grandma whether we should hire a teacher to teach here or send the kids to kindergarten."

He paused, as if thinking of something, and said solemnly, "Also, children with physical disabilities should be organized to learn. And for those with cerebral palsy, if possible, hire some rehabilitation teachers."

"This..." Zhang Qian hesitated. Although he made most decisions for the welfare home now, the problem was that if they followed Zhao Fusheng's plan, not to mention whether the welfare home's space could accommodate so many people, the financial cost alone would be enormous.

The entire welfare home had nearly two hundred children. Just the monthly living expenses were a significant sum. If not for the arcade's good business and the substantial dividends each month, the welfare home would have been living beyond its means, as before.

Seeing Zhang Qian hesitate, Zhao Fusheng frowned, knowing he had been a bit impatient.

But regardless, there were some things he had to do.