Chapter 0711: Disaster from the Mouth

Humans are a peculiar animal—the more they lack something, the more they care about it. Having been poor and afraid, so many people are desperate to drill into money and become its slaves.

Another example: having been a gangster for a long time, one craves recognition. So they try desperately to become successful, to be above others.

This is like when a person suddenly goes from obscurity to fame and fortune, usually showing three types of behavior.

One type feels that with greater ability comes greater responsibility. If such a person isn't crushed by the weight of responsibility along the way, they often become a great philanthropist who uses success to give back to society.

Another type is the petty person who becomes arrogant upon achieving their ambitions. Simply put, they're the kind who say, 'You took three yuan from me when we were kids, now kneel before me.' Such people have only two fates: either they are favored by heaven like Zhao Fusheng, or, well, they die without even a trace left.

Of course, there is another case: the person with no grand ambitions. Whether rich or poor, success or failure has no impact on them—a Buddhist-style existence.

Clearly, Ma Qianli should belong to the first type.

But for now, he doesn't seem to have the idea of giving back to society. Having been a gangster for so long, he's single-mindedly trying to clean up his act and become a truly successful person.

Well, to be more precise, this guy's ambition is huge.

Although Lin Lu didn't say it explicitly, Zhao Fusheng could vaguely guess Ma Qianli's thoughts: nothing more than a strong alliance with Wanda, first capturing the entire Ninghai market, then expanding outward.

Thinking this, Zhao Fusheng blinked, glanced at Lin Lu, and smiled slightly: 'Vice President Lin, since your company intends to cooperate with our Wanda, I think we should show some sincerity, don't you?'

Lin Lu was taken aback. Compared to the beginning, Zhao Fusheng's words were less aggressive. Could it be that this guy agreed to cooperate?

Zhao Fusheng chuckled, said no more, and stood up directly, saying to Lin Lu: 'This proposal, I think there's no need to discuss further. If you want to cooperate, it should be more in-depth, and you should come up with some practical plans. I still think highly of Qianli Group.'

Although his background wasn't entirely clean, in Zhao Fusheng's impression, Ma Qianli hadn't actually done anything bad. What left the deepest impression in his previous life was that Ma Qianli had once launched a 'Qianli Student Aid Plan,' providing free support to impoverished middle school students. And it seemed he had persisted for many years.

Compared to those so-called righteous men who are rich but unkind, this guy from the underworld still has some conscience.

In Zhao Fusheng's memory, a certain entertainment tycoon known as one of Hong Kong's top ten billionaires donated 200,000 yuan to the earthquake-stricken area in 2008.

That's right, worth tens of billions, donated 200,000 yuan.

Truly a kind person.

Although Zhao Fusheng dislikes moral coercion, he has to admit that some people's faces are truly nauseating.

Money is evil—this is recognized in both East and West. Westerners even say: behind every great fortune lies a great crime.

Even a behemoth like the Rockefeller family, due to their terrible reputation, would be cursed by pastors when donating to churches.

And Zhao Fusheng's impression of that early batch of wealthy people was actually very poor. Whether on the mainland or in Hong Kong, those people either made their fortunes through real estate or finance. Not to mention whether there was any technical content, simply put, it was collusion between officials and businessmen, cheating the common people.

The most obvious example: among the domestic real estate tycoons, which one didn't have connections and background?

Of course, Zhao Fusheng could only complain about such things to Tan Kaixuan or Fan Baobao when they were alone. He wasn't the top leader, and he couldn't do much about these second-generation rich kids. They had the ability, were born into privilege, and had the guts to take advantage when the country was undergoing economic transformation and opening up. If it were him, he certainly wouldn't have that capability.

Regardless, Ma Qianli left a good impression on Zhao Fusheng. He felt that his father might really consider cooperating with him.

But ultimately, the decision had to be made by his father himself. Zhao Fusheng could only truthfully relay the process of his negotiation with Lin Lu to his dad.

Sure enough, after hearing Zhao Fusheng's account, Father Zhao fell into deep thought.

Clearly, Ma Qianli's proposal tempted Father Zhao greatly.

Zhao Fusheng didn't want to say much more. After all, his father was the boss of the company; he'd better not get too involved.

Besides, there was an injured person at home waiting for him. Zhao Fusheng had no intention of staying long at the company.

'Alright, you and Uncle Chen can discuss the rest. I'm out.'

Zhao Fusheng stood up and said to his father.

Father Zhao frowned: 'What are you going to do?'

'Go home,' Zhao Fusheng said matter-of-factly. 'Aren't you eager to have a grandchild? I need to go back and work on it.'

'Huh?'

Father Zhao was stunned for a moment, and before he could react, Zhao Fusheng had already walked out.

But just as Zhao Fusheng went to the arcade for a spin, chatted a bit with Zhang Qian about the welfare home, his mother's relentless phone calls came in.

'Son, what do you mean by having a grandchild?' His mother was straightforward enough to get straight to the point.

Zhao Fusheng held the phone, helplessly rolling his eyes: 'Mom, do I even need to explain your little scheme with Aunt Li? Saying the family has many expenses lately, so we won't buy a house first, and let Baobao and I rough it outside...'

'Ahem...' Mother Zhao coughed dryly and decisively changed the subject: 'You child, what do you know about family matters? I'm asking you, what do you mean by having a grandchild?'

Seeing his mother's imposing manner, Zhao Fusheng dared not not back down. He shrugged: 'Nothing much, just working hard.'

Mother Zhao, being experienced, instantly understood her son's meaning. Delighted, she laughed proudly: 'Alright, alright, you go ahead. Bring Baobao back for dinner later, and I'll cook something nutritious for her.'

Zhao Fusheng shook his head helplessly and hung up.

He didn't know that after putting down the phone, his mother happily shared the good news with Li Yuan. Li Yuan was naturally overjoyed. The two mothers discussed it and decided not to let Fan Baobao run around. So they made a bunch of delicious food at home and happily took a car to deliver it to Fan Baobao.

Can you imagine how horrified Fan Baobao was, dragging her newly broken body, to see her own mother and future mother-in-law appear at the door together?

Well, Fan Beibei, squatting at the door with big curious eyes, was completely ignored by her elder sister.