Chapter 0725: Seeking Sponsorship

Zheng Yao quickly transferred the money over. Zhao Fusheng did not immediately call Chen Tianqiao but instead contacted his legal advisor, Cheng Gong. After informing him of the matter, Cheng Gong said he happened to be free and could handle it personally.

Zhao Fusheng nodded, told him to come to Beijing the next day, then dialed Chen Tianqiao's number and informed him that the money was ready, but he needed to come with a lawyer to sign the contract.

After all, this was no small matter—it involved an investment of millions of yuan, and even more in the future. Without a lawyer's contract, Zhao Fusheng could not simply hand the money over to Chen Tianqiao.

Chen Tianqiao understood this reasoning and gladly agreed to Zhao Fusheng's request.

On April 3rd, Zhao Fusheng and Chen Tianqiao, in the presence of their respective lawyers, formally signed the equity transfer contract. At this point, Zhao Fusheng owned 15% of Shengda Network Technology Company, becoming its third-largest shareholder.

“From now on, you should pay more attention to the company’s affairs,” Chen Tianqiao said politely, shaking Zhao Fusheng’s hand.

Unexpectedly, Zhao Fusheng shook his head: “I’ll say it again: I trust your abilities, President Chen. I won’t interfere in the company’s daily operations. And I promise that after the company goes public, I will choose to cash out and leave.”

Chen Tianqiao frowned: “You mean…”

Zhao Fusheng smiled and waved his hand: “Let me be frank: I’m not very interested in online gaming. Or rather, I don’t like the internet industry much—I only like investing.”

This was his honest opinion. Apart from a few large companies in the internet industry, the rest seemed unreliable to Zhao Fusheng, especially Chen Tianqiao. The latter, for reasons unspeakable, later sold off all his holdings and focused solely on investing.

Zhao Fusheng felt that rather than waiting to be forced out, it was better to state his terms early and leave gracefully at the best time.

But both knew that for a listed company, a shareholder like Zhao Fusheng with more than 5% of shares could only sell after three years from listing; even if below 5%, he had to wait one year after listing to sell.

Moreover, if Zhao Fusheng held a position at Shengda, he would also have to wait three years before being allowed to sell shares and cash out.

Of course, there were other flexible ways to cash out, such as equity pledges, block trades, or equity transfers. But for Zhao Fusheng, the losses would be significant.

Now, by saying this, Zhao Fusheng was naturally giving Chen Tianqiao a heads-up: if he wanted the shares in his hands, he would at least need to prepare a large sum of money in advance.

Chen Tianqiao thought it over but still couldn’t fully grasp Zhao Fusheng’s intentions. However, he had already decided that if Zhao Fusheng really wanted to sell his shares, he would act first and buy them.

After seeing off the ambitious Boss Chen, Zhao Fusheng’s life returned to calm.

He wasn’t too concerned about the game “Legend” that Chen Tianqiao mentioned. It wasn’t that he didn’t know how brilliant the game’s future would be, but rather that knowing certain things would happen took away the novelty.

“You’re out of money?”

Fan Baobao stared at Zhao Fusheng in disbelief, surprised by what he meant.

“Yeah, all the liquid funds I had went into a project. Now, I think I have less than five hundred yuan left.” Zhao Fusheng waved his bank card, looking smug.

Seeing him like this, Fan Baobao couldn’t even be bothered to complain. Was being broke something to be proud of?

“I remember you said that ‘Infernal Affairs’ gave you a share of 880,000 yuan?” Fan Baobao blinked and asked Zhao Fusheng.

Zhao Fusheng nodded: “Yeah, originally it was 600,000, but Brother Hua was generous and gave me a red envelope.”

“And then?”

“Then I spent it,” Zhao Fusheng said matter-of-factly.

Fan Baobao gently patted her forehead and decided not to argue with him for now. Ever since her family’s misfortune, she had noticed that Zhao Fusheng had become much more interested in making money.

Thinking about it, this was a good thing too. After all, between a boyfriend with no ambition and a man bent on bringing glory to his family, only a fool would choose the former.

"What project?" Fan Baobao glared at Zhao Fusheng, walked over to sit beside him, and asked curiously.

She really had no idea that Zhao Fusheng was now learning to invest in projects. All along, watching him write songs, scripts, and do advertising planning, Fan Baobao hadn't found anything wrong—after all, the guy had been good with words since childhood and had that talent.

But investing in a project, throwing hundreds of thousands or even millions of yuan out like that, Fan Baobao now felt as if she couldn't see through Zhao Fusheng anymore.

"Someone introduced it—an internet project. Remember when I told you I knew a friend in Shanghai who was into the internet?" Zhao Fusheng said to Fan Baobao with great enthusiasm.

Since Fan Baobao was already with him, he needed to gradually let her know some things, and then through her, subtly influence his parents, giving the whole family a simple understanding of how he made his fortune.

"Ah, the one named Chen?" Fan Baobao thought for a long time before remembering.

Zhao Fusheng had mentioned once before that he had a friend in Shanghai who worked in the internet industry.

"Right, he became an agent for a Korean online game. The prospects are good, so I invested one point five million yuan into it." Zhao Fusheng reduced his investment amount a bit when telling Fan Baobao.

"One point five million!" Fan Baobao gasped. "You've saved that much money?"

Zhao Fusheng smiled: "The box office dividends from 'Infernal Affairs,' plus the planning fees from advertising. Anyway, I'm completely broke now. You'll have to support me."

Rolling her eyes, Fan Baobao wanted to strangle this audacious guy. He'd thrown so much money in without discussing it with her—if it lost money, he'd cry himself to death.

Pausing, she suddenly remembered something and asked curiously, "What about the dividends from 'The Dream Factory' before? I remember Zhou Yun heard from Old Jiang that your company made quite a bit too."

Zhao Fusheng nodded: "We discussed it. Since the film and TV production market has such good prospects now, we plan to keep the company going. If there are good scripts in the future, we'll invest again."

"What do you mean?"

Fan Baobao didn't quite understand Zhao Fusheng's words, since she had no experience with such things.

Zhao Fusheng smiled: "I mean, before, each of us put in two hundred and fifty thousand, investing a million total, and got back five million in profit, right? So from now on, we'll treat that six million as principal, with each of us contributing one point five million. If there's a chance to invest in a new film, we'll take the money from that six million."

This was a decision they'd made after careful discussion. Four people, one vote each. When a good script came up and someone was interested in investing, they'd vote. If it was two to two, they wouldn't invest. At least three had to agree before they'd put money in.

Though it seemed a bit ridiculous and might cause them to miss some scripts, it protected everyone's interests to the greatest extent.

After a long while, Fan Baobao stared at Zhao Fusheng in shock. She really hadn't expected that this guy's speed of spending money and making money were both so fast.

The money he'd just earned wasn't even warm in his pocket before he'd spent it, and he didn't know when he'd get it back.

"You, you idiot—couldn't you have discussed it with me?" Fan Baobao glared at Zhao Fusheng helplessly.

Zhao Fusheng chuckled: "Next time, I'll definitely discuss it with you next time."

"Hmph!"

Miss Fan glared at Zhao Fusheng, got up, and left the sofa.

Zhao Fusheng didn't mind and continued reading his book.

Less than two minutes later, Fan Baobao came out of the room, walked up to Zhao Fusheng, and with a slap, threw a bank card onto the coffee table.

"This is all I've saved. Spend it sparingly."

At that moment, Zhao Fusheng's heart felt as if it had been filled with honey.