Chapter 0671: Legend

How popular was the game Legend back in the day?

Probably no one except those who lived through it can understand.

The post-80s generation likely has the clearest memories of Legend. Back then, walking into any internet café, almost every screen showed the game's画面.

Dragon Slayer, Paralysis Ring...

The names of these weapons were exhilarating. The explosive news that a single weapon could sell for tens of thousands drove many people crazy.

Zhao Fusheng had once been one of them. Now, he was going to use this game to make a hefty profit.

"President Chen, let's be straightforward. If there's something, just say it directly." Zhao Fusheng said seriously, holding the phone.

He didn't plan to meet Chen Tianqiao or get involved in Shanda's management. Zhao Fusheng knew his own limits well—he was an expert in advertising, but when it came to the internet, aside from his foresight, he couldn't handle anything else.

"Well..." Chen Tianqiao hesitated for a long time before finally saying, "It's like this. I plan to go to South Korea to license an online game from them and then promote it domestically."

Zhao Fusheng was taken aback, then laughed: "I see. So, the company isn't doing well, is it?"

"Yes, to be honest with you, if things continue as they are, the company can hold out for at most another six months." Chen Tianqiao didn't beat around the bush and said directly to Zhao Fusheng.

As one of the shareholders, Zhao Fusheng had the right to know the company's situation, which was also why Chen Tianqiao insisted on meeting him.

Zhao Fusheng frowned. In his memory, Shanda launched Hot Blooded Legend around the middle of next year. If they started preparing now, the timing would be about right.

With that in mind, he said in a deep voice: "President Chen, I'm just a shareholder; you're the company's manager and operator. Whatever decision you make, you don't need to consult me—just go ahead."

"Huh?" Chen Tianqiao was stunned, then asked in surprise: "You support my decision?"

In fact, besides his wife, even his own younger brother opposed Chen Tianqiao's decision, which was one reason he wanted to meet Zhao Fusheng.

But to his surprise, Zhao Fusheng expressed support without even meeting him.

Zhao Fusheng chuckled: "President Chen, I trust your abilities. Shanda will surely grow and thrive."

Then he quickly added: "I have things to attend to, so I won't say more. Regarding the game licensing, I fully support your decision. That's all..."

Before Chen Tianqiao could respond, Zhao Fusheng had already hung up.

He had no choice; if he kept talking, he'd throw up himself.

As a principled young man, saying such mystical things made Zhao Fusheng feel quite embarrassed, you know.

Luckily, Chen Tianqiao didn't catch on, or Zhao Fusheng wouldn't have known what to say next.

Turning around and going upstairs, his mother asked curiously: "Who was that on the phone?"

"Company stuff." Zhao Fusheng brushed it off, then said to his mother and Li Yuan: "Mom, I'll buy a ticket back to Beijing tomorrow. Do you and Auntie have anything to bring to the baby?"

"Of course. Here's what you do: go back to school first. Your auntie and I will pack things up and give them to you before you leave." Zhao's mother thought for a moment and instructed Zhao Fusheng.

Zhao Fusheng nodded, didn't say much else, and turned to leave.

When he returned to the dorm, Tan Kaixuan, the rascal, was unusually not out fooling around but lying obediently in bed, saying he was a bit tired and wished he could hold a computer in his hands, so he could play and chat at the same time—that would be really comfortable.

After saying that, Tan Kaixuan fell asleep.

Zhao Fusheng was speechless. No one knew that one day, Tan Kaixuan's words would come true: phones and computers would truly merge, people's lives would enter the thumb era, and most people would spend their days with their heads down playing on their phones.

They say times are changing, but in reality, it's not society that changes—it's people.

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Three days later, without waiting for Wang Zhen's appeal date, Zhao Fusheng bought a plane ticket in advance and left Ninghai.

They say the bigger your heart, the bigger your stage. Zhao Fusheng knew that Ninghai could no longer contain his ambitions.

If a year and a half ago he still thought about making a career in Ninghai, now Zhao Fusheng felt his stage should be bigger.

For instance, the capital, or Shanghai.

"Seriously, are you really that comfortable leaving the navigation website to Dong Guoxiang?" Dong Chenxi said to Zhao Fusheng as they sat on the plane.

She had returned the day before yesterday to handle some urgent matters and happened to be leaving with Zhao Fusheng today.

Zhao Fusheng smiled: "People who've endured hardship, unless their conscience is eaten by dogs, usually won't be too unreliable."

He meant it. Although 'phoenix men' are often criticized, they are the minority. The media likes to hype such stories, just as they like to hype peers who supposedly succeed in entrepreneurship.

Most people in this world are actually kind, or to be more precise, they just want a stable life. If that need is met, no one will easily do bad things.

"You're someone who sometimes trusts others easily and sometimes trusts no one." Dong Chenxi shook her head helplessly. She really couldn't figure out Zhao Fusheng's approach.

This guy, from the day she met him, had never let anyone understand him.

Zhao Fusheng didn't comment on her words. Some things, he didn't need to explain to her.

"By the way, are you really that confident about the film 'One Day at a Time'?" Dong Chenxi thought for a moment and asked Zhao Fusheng.

Zhao Fusheng smiled: "What, haven't you read the script?"

"It's precisely because I've read the script that I think you're being a bit too casual." Dong Chenxi said helplessly: "Even though you're also a screenwriter, the problem is, can this low-budget comedy work?"

She didn't know that the script's screenwriter was Zhao Fusheng. Unfortunately, the name Fusheng had been blacklisted by the broadcasting authorities, so Zhao Fusheng simply didn't put his name on it and let Jiang Wen take credit as a screenwriter.

Anyway, that guy liked to revise scripts, and Zhao Fusheng didn't care about such vain titles.

But Dong Chenxi didn't know. In her view, although the film had a strong cast, the problem was that the New Year's film genre was still blank in China, and the film market wasn't very prosperous. Rushing into making a film was really too risky.

In fact, if Zheng Yao hadn't nodded, Dong Chenxi wouldn't have agreed to Future Advertising's investment in this film.