Chapter 0073: The Great Poet Tan Kaixuan

They say a man should be carefree and unrestrained, so Zhao Fusheng once imagined that one day he would appear at his doorstep surrounded by a crowd of subordinates in suits, pointing proudly at a row of cars downstairs and telling his parents they were all his.

But in the end, he gave up on that idea.

The reason was simple: knowing his parents, if he dared to do that, an unprecedented mixed doubles beating would surely befall him.

To Dad and Mom Zhao, no matter how great their son's achievements, a son was still a son—they could hit him or scold him whenever they wanted; otherwise, why bother raising him with such hardship?

Most importantly, if he dared to be a spendthrift, would they praise him instead of hitting him?

That was the nature of Dad and Mom Zhao. Perhaps their life wasn't wealthy, but they absolutely cherished every hard-earned penny.

Because of this, Zhao Fusheng also had a low-key personality deep down.

But that didn't mean he was someone who would take being bullied or schemed against without any reaction. If given the chance, Zhao Fusheng wouldn't mind teaching the other party an unforgettable lesson.

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Zhao Fusheng was sometimes the type to stubbornly insist on his own way, refusing to repent even when he was wrong. This could be seen from his previous life, where he persisted in starting a business against all odds, only to end up with nothing and slink back to his hometown, Ninghai.

Fortunately, he had a friend named Tan Kaixuan. Before jumping off the Oriental Pearl Tower, Tan Kaixuan was synonymous with success for most people. The wealth he possessed was probably more than an ordinary person could earn in centuries of hard work.

Although Zhao Fusheng's personality made him unwilling to accept the villa and sports car Tan Kaixuan gave him, that didn't stop Tan Kaixuan from helping him resolve all the troubles left over from his entrepreneurial days.

That was also why, after Tan Kaixuan died, Zhao Fusheng traveled a long way to collect his body.

The two of them had truly lived up to the saying: friends in poverty should never be forgotten.

But now, this guy was a very annoying trouble for Zhao Fusheng.

"What did you say?"

Zhao Fusheng was practically shouting into the phone, "You posted those two poems online?"

"Ah, I came home to go online, then browsed forums. While chatting, I saw someone bragging, saying modern poetry is dead, so I casually posted them..." Tan Kaixuan said a bit aggrievedly.

"No, why did you post that?" Zhao Fusheng was dumbfounded.

He completely didn't understand what the death of modern poetry had to do with Tan Kaixuan. Bro, you're a future financial tycoon, not some damn contemporary poet.

"As someone who loves literature, how could I stand by and watch them slander literature as dead? Don't worry, I didn't put your name on it—I just posted the poems." Tan Kaixuan said with an air of "brother, you don't need to worry."

On the other end of the phone, Zhao Fusheng rolled his eyes speechlessly, having given up all hope for this guy. In his memory, Tan Kaixuan was a thoroughgoing egoist. In other words, ever since he left school to speculate in stocks and do business, he had become completely commercialized. Except when showing his true nature to himself and two other roommates, most of the time he was a meticulous machine.

It was said that even when he was with women, he was calculating business matters.

But now, the person talking to him was clearly a somewhat pretentious literary youth.

"Forget it, as long as you're happy." Zhao Fusheng sighed, too lazy to say anything more to this guy.

"By the way, let me tell you, my dad and mom have made a lot of money in the stock market these past few months. I'm planning to get a new phone when I get back." Tan Kaixuan said with a grin: "My dad said that although the stock market has dropped a bit these days, it will rise again before long."

Zhao Fusheng frowned. If he remembered correctly, this wave of stock market trends seemed to have ended. He recalled that when Tan Kaixuan mentioned this matter to him back then, he had once said that starting from August, the stock market had been sluggish, hitting its lowest point at the beginning of the year, and then within half a year it surged nearly a thousand points, reaching the peak of this wave.

Thinking of this, Zhao Fusheng said to Tan Kaixuan: "Since it's fallen, just sell off. Yesterday I saw Zhu Yushi, and he said he was also planning to sell his stocks and wait until after the New Year."

"Huh?" Tan Kaixuan was stunned, then asked in surprise: "You met Zhu Yushi?"

He really couldn't believe that Zhao Fusheng could meet a big shot like Zhu Yushi.

"I'm helping out at Teacher Zheng's advertising studio, you know. Zhu Yushi came to discuss business. I overheard him and Teacher Zheng chatting and they brought up the stock market." Zhao Fusheng said to Tan Kaixuan, half-truthfully.

If you want a lie to be believed, the best way is to have ninety percent of the statement be true and only ten percent false, and that ten percent is enough to mislead others.

Obviously, Tan Kaixuan had already believed Zhao Fusheng's words.

Chinese stock investors actually have a common weakness: they like to listen to inside information. So-called words from so-and-so are probably ninety percent true. I heard from so-and-so that this stock might go up or down.

Information like this often circulates among investors, thereby having some inexplicable impact on the entire stock market.

Although on TV and in newspapers, it was always said that the stock market would usher in favorable policies, and even his parents were quite confident about the stock market, when Tan Kaixuan heard from Zhao Fusheng that even a big shot like Zhu Yushi was preparing to clear his positions and leave the market, he couldn't sit still.

"Alright, I won't talk to you anymore. I need to tell my dad this news quickly." Tan Kaixuan hurriedly said to Zhao Fusheng.

Zhao Fusheng nodded: "Okay, remember to keep it secret. Don't cause me any trouble."

In his mind, the scene of going to collect Tan Kaixuan's remains surfaced—the child he left behind with a face full of anxiety and fear, his mother's wailing at the sight of the portrait, and the look in Tan Kaixuan's eyes when he said goodbye for the last time. Zhao Fusheng subconsciously touched his hand. He still remembered that at that time, Boss Tan, full of high spirits, told him: "Brother, just wait. This time I'll succeed, and I'll take you flying."

No one expected that to be their last meeting. Tan Kaixuan's last phone call in this life was to Zhao Fusheng. On the phone, he only said one sentence.

"Brother, I've fallen. Let's be brothers again in the next life."

Those were his last words left in the world. The figure leaping from the Oriental Pearl Tower marked the fall of a financial genius.

And in this life, he seemed to be walking that path again.

Taking a deep breath, Zhao Fusheng cast these thoughts out of his mind. No matter what, since he had been given a chance to start over, he could not let the tragedy happen again.