Chapter 0594 The Meaning of Silence

Zhao Fusheng had always felt that his luck had been pretty good ever since the moment he was reborn.

After all, encountering something even less likely than winning the lottery—just that alone was enough to outshine any so-called lucky person.

Of course, that had nothing to do with doing business now; it was just a bit of psychological self-suggestion.

"Forget it, if you don't want to see it, then so be it." Tan Kaixuan said helplessly.

Zhao Fusheng was always like this—he only handled the big picture, and unless a problem arose, he was basically a hands-off boss when it came to specific operational details.

Tan Kaixuan chose the location for Brilliant Technology in the city center, specifically renting a floor of an office building for it.

In Tan Kaixuan's words, since running an internet café had turned into a company, they had to make a big show of it, at least appearing grand. Although Zhao Fusheng scoffed at this remark, he didn't object. He knew very well that Tan Kaixuan was more motivated by showing off, but in fact, his words still had some truth.

However, Zhao Fusheng couldn't say this; if he did, Tan Kaixuan would definitely wag his tail.

"Alright, I'm going to Beijing in a couple of days. Handle things at home with Old Qian." Zhao Fusheng thought for a moment and said to Tan Kaixuan.

Tan Kaixuan was startled for a moment, then laughed and indicated he understood.

Zhao Fusheng had mentioned going to Beijing before, so he wasn't surprised.

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People all like to talk about taking a spontaneous trip, but in reality, everyone knows it's just a beautiful wish.

Sure, you can really drop everything and leave whenever you want, but the problem is, you can't keep traveling forever. Once you stop, you have to face reality, face the problems you've only temporarily forgotten.

Work, relationships, family, and so on.

Artistic youths and hipsters always like to flaunt themselves, but the truth is, they go to the plateau to worship, seeking spiritual comfort, only to come back tanned black; they go to Lijiang to pursue inner peace, but most end up in bars on dates.

Only when they've spent all their money and return home to find various bills do they realize that so-called spiritual solace is actually no better than getting drunk once.

True strong people are never swayed by chicken soup for the soul, because nothing can succeed casually just by relying on it—unless you're really casual.

"So, after this trip, are you feeling better?"

Sitting in a teahouse in Beijing, Zhao Fusheng smiled at Jiang Wen across from him.

He had just arrived when Jiang Wen dragged him out with a phone call.

To be precise, because he had called Yu Feihong earlier, the first person Zhao Fusheng saw when he exited the airport was Jiang Wen, Teacher Jiang.

In Jiang Wen's words, he was the one sent to pick up Zhao Fusheng on behalf of Yu Feihong.

To this, Zhao Fusheng indicated that he actually didn't need to show up.

Of course, these were all jokes. Zhao Fusheng hadn't even let his girlfriend pick him up at the airport, let alone Jiang Wen.

But not letting Fan Baobao come was purely to give her a surprise. As for Yu Feihong, Zhao Fusheng regarded her like an older sister, so naturally he wouldn't stand on ceremony.

As for Comrade Jiang Wen, Zhao Fusheng honestly didn't really like sitting here drinking tea with some artistic old man. If he had the time, he'd rather go to the Central Academy of Drama to look at pretty girls.

"You, sitting with me—it's such an honor. Look, several people are staring at us." Jiang Wen glared at Zhao Fusheng discontentedly and said angrily.

"Huh?"

Blinking, Zhao Fusheng said innocently, "Um, did I say that out loud?"

Jiang Wen shot him a look, sharp as a knife.

"Drink tea, drink tea." Smiling slightly awkwardly, Zhao Fusheng quickly lowered his head.

The place where the two were sitting was a private room in the teahouse, with carved beams and painted pillars, full of ancient charm.

Not far behind them, a tea artist in a cheongsam, with delicate features, was brewing tea for them with her slender jade hands.

Tea art is no simple skill; both the movements and the timing have extremely intricate requirements. The tea artist's hands moved like flowing clouds and water, gently lifting, and a graceful arc appeared in the teacup. The fragrance of tea assailed the nose, yet it wasn't at all cloying.

The tea's aroma wafted slowly; even before it reached the mouth, it was intoxicatingly rich.

Tasting tea is like tasting a person.

Jiang Wen lifted the tea, observed it, gently sniffed, took a slow sip, swallowed in three mouthfuls, leaving a lingering fragrance.

"Good tea!"

Zhao Fusheng, sitting across from him, also took a sip, feeling the tea's initial bitterness followed by sweetness, and nodded lightly.

"I got divorced."

Instead of answering Zhao Fusheng's earlier question, Jiang Wen suddenly said to him.

Pfft!

Zhao Fusheng almost spat out his tea, staring at Jiang Wen in surprise. He hadn't expected this guy to get divorced so early in this life. What was going on?

"She brought it up." Jiang Wen said calmly, seeing Zhao Fusheng's reaction.

Zhao Fusheng remained silent. He had never met Jiang Wen's French wife, only occasionally heard Yu Feihong mention her a few times. In matters of love, there's no right or wrong. But he knew that in emotional disputes, a sense of shame is actually a very important factor, especially for the weaker party. If one still has to consider face and dignity, then the relationship is basically hard to sustain.

Clearly, such a problem had arisen between Jiang Wen and his ex-wife.

But after all, he was an outsider. Even if Zhao Fusheng went crazy, he wouldn't express any opinion on this matter.

"You're quite slick, aren't you?" Seeing Zhao Fusheng silent, Jiang Wen shook his head helplessly and said with a smile.

He was usually quiet, but in fact, he had strong opinions and was not easily swayed by others. Just now, he had mentioned this to Zhao Fusheng merely as a notification between friends. If Zhao Fusheng had really put on a posture of 'for your own good' and started lecturing, it would have been awkward between them.

But fortunately, Zhao Fusheng wasn't that boring, and Jiang Wen was satisfied with that.

"Slick? I just think this is your own business; others have no right to comment." Zhao Fusheng said indifferently.

This was his true thought. No matter how good the friendship, on some matters, one shouldn't overstep, or it could turn good brothers into strangers.

"Ah, if only everyone thought like you, it would be great." Hearing Zhao Fusheng's words, Jiang Wen sighed softly. Clearly, he had heard too much advice lately and was already tired of it.

But the problem was, those people always put on a 'for your own good' look, making it hard for him to refuse.

Many times, what we hate most might be that phrase: 'I'm doing this for your own good.'