Chapter 0534: Self-Knowledge

Many people think that if they were reborn or traveled through time, they would surely conquer all and achieve great success.

But in reality, this is simply impossible.

Not to mention the probability of such an event occurring, even the issue of adapting to the environment alone would be enough to make countless ordinary people with beautiful dreams hit a wall and retreat.

Take the simplest example: if you were transported to a battlefield, how many people would know how to fire a gun? Even if they could, how many would know how to use those old-fashioned weapons?

Another example: if you traveled to ancient times, how many people could fully recognize all those complex traditional Chinese characters? Moreover, setting aside other things, could a modern person immediately get used to the myriad of ancient rules and customs? Not to mention the differences in diet, speech, and all aspects of daily life—truly integrating into that era is no easy task.

Even if one traveled to modern times, as in Zhao Fusheng's case, he had to admit that being a good reborn person was not easy.

The reason is simple: not everyone is a favored son of destiny like Liu Xiu. For an ordinary nobody to achieve a reversal in life is not that easy. Relying solely on having lived a few extra decades and thinking one can overcome all hardships—well, sorry, but reality is not a novel, and life is not a fairy tale.

Even today, Zhao Fusheng, deep down, lives cautiously and earnestly.

Because he knows very well that everything he possesses means nothing in the face of true power. With a single phone call or a word, they could uproot him completely.

And he himself would have no ability to resist.

Just like those online novel writers who would appear a few years later: when the authorities announce tax reforms, even if everyone complains bitterly and the land is filled with lamentations, they still have to stand straight and let themselves be sheared.

Others are the butcher's knife, and we are the fish on the chopping block—there is no help for it.

So Zhao Fusheng had no desire to get involved in the Qvod matter.

No matter what benefits Su Xia promised Dong Guoxiang, in Zhao Fusheng's view, it wasn't worth it.

After all, Qvod was just starting out and already facing many difficulties. In a few years, they would encounter even more problems. Would he have to help them then?

Zhao Fusheng didn't want to be a goody-two-shoes, nor did he care to meddle in other people's affairs.

"Just drop this matter," Zhao Fusheng said seriously to Dong Guoxiang.

Dong Guoxiang was startled, then nodded: "Got it."

After all, Zhao Fusheng was the boss, and he was just an employee. In other words, he only had the right to advise, not to decide. The final decision rested with Zhao Fusheng.

It was only because Zhao Fusheng had a good temper; if it were someone else, Dong Guoxiang would surely have been scolded severely.

"By the way, prepare yourself. Later, we'll rent a larger, more formal place," Zhao Fusheng said to Dong Guoxiang after thinking for a moment.

After all, although the website only had a few people, Zhao Fusheng felt it was better to be more professional.

Dong Guoxiang naturally had no objections. In his view, he was now Zhao Fusheng's trusted confidant, having followed him since the early days of the venture. As the website developed better and better, the returns he could reap in the future would also increase.

Zhao Fusheng was well aware of Dong Guoxiang's little thoughts but didn't call him out on them, because it was perfectly normal. These days, there is no hatred without reason, nor love without reason. If Dong Guoxiang had always shown no desires or demands, Zhao Fusheng would have been afraid to use him.

As long as a person has desires, they can be controlled and managed. If someone reaches a state of complete indifference, anyone would become wary of them.

"Alright, I'll head back now," Zhao Fusheng said to Dong Guoxiang after sitting for a while longer.

Dong Guoxiang saw him to the door, and then Zhao Fusheng turned and left.

Turning back, Dong Guoxiang sighed, recalling Su Xia's promises to him. He shook his head helplessly. It seemed he would have to give up that beautiful woman.

To be honest, for a young man full of vigor like him, a young wife under thirty like Su Xia was incredibly alluring. After only a few meetings with Su Xia, Dong Guoxiang quickly fell under her spell, which led to him proposing to Zhao Fusheng that they help Qvod out of its difficulties.

But Zhao Fusheng's firm refusal made Dong Guoxiang realize that he might have been used.

Dong Guoxiang was no fool. Although he coveted Su Xia's beauty, he knew very well that the main reason Su Xia favored him was not because he was well-endowed, skilled in bed, or handsome, but because he was the person in charge of the wo123 navigation page under Zhao Fusheng.

Now that he had graduated from university, he occasionally kept in touch with former classmates. Through their exchanges, one iron rule they had summed up was that society today was vastly different from before.

In school, perhaps the measure of a person was whether their grades were excellent and their character particularly good. But after stepping into society, the standard for judging a person's success became how much money they could make, how famous they were, and how high an official position they held.

This is life; this is society.

So, despite being extremely reluctant to give up the comfort Su Xia had created for him, after Zhao Fusheng spoke those words, Dong Guoxiang cut off his thoughts about Su Xia.

He didn't want to end up with nothing one day, losing even his last shred of dignity.

Naturally, Zhao Fusheng had no idea that he had inadvertently put an end to a young man's illicit romance. Even if he knew, he wouldn't have cared.

The reason was simple: Zhao Fusheng had never taken this matter to heart.

After leaving the school, he didn't go home. He called his mother to tell her he wouldn't be home for dinner, asked her to bring Fan Baobao and the little girl back, and then went straight to the dormitory.

Tan Kaixuan had just called him, saying he had returned early, so Zhao Fusheng planned to go back and see him.

Walking along the familiar path, looking at the branches swaying in the wind, recalling the scenes of the four of them in the dormitory joking and messing around, Zhao Fusheng silently sighed in his heart.

Nothing could ever go back to the way it was.

Wang Zhen's case had not yet been decided. No matter the verdict, he was definitely going to prison. As for Wen Yu, since he was interning back home, they probably wouldn't meet again until next year.

Of the entire dormitory, only he and Tan Kaixuan remained in Ninghai.

And even he and Tan Kaixuan were busy with their own affairs. After all, the KFC business was getting better and better, and Tan Kaixuan was considering opening a branch sooner. Zhao Fusheng himself had to go for his internship.

Everyone has their own life to be busy with, their own destiny to face.