Chapter 0752 Li Yang

Zhou Yun received Fan Baobao's call and naturally agreed happily. For Beijingers, it's hard to understand outsiders' love for roast duck, but that doesn't stop Quanjude from being a must-visit for foodies coming to the capital.

Meeting Zhou Yun at the entrance of Quanjude, the three ordered half a roast duck.

"Where's Old Jiang?" Zhao Fusheng asked.

"He said he's eating nearby too, and he might come over after he's done," Zhou Yun explained.

Zhao Fusheng nodded, glanced at his girlfriend, whose eyes had been deeply immersed in the world of duck since the chef started slicing it, and shook his head helplessly.

Fan Baobao, though she didn't eat much, was definitely a foodie.

Watching a foodie eat is very appetizing, especially Fan Baobao's way of burying her head in her meal, her oily mouth making one crave food just by looking at her.

"What delicacy could make her not even lift her head?" Everyone had this doubt, and then unconsciously ate a lot themselves.

That was the case for Zhao Fusheng and Zhou Yun; under Fan Baobao's influence, they unknowingly ate a huge amount.

Compared to cheaper places like Bianyifang, Quanjude's prices, though not affordable, are the industry benchmark. Even if the roast duck isn't the tastiest, it's good in terms of environment and value for money.

After eating and drinking their fill, the two girls chatted, while Zhao Fusheng sat contentedly, lost in his own thoughts.

He was actually considering whether his future development direction should focus on equity.

This is the best of times and the worst of times. The rise of the internet has brought tremendous changes to many companies. Zhao Fusheng's idea was simple: he could take a small percentage of shares in some companies, just a few percent, not even enough to require disclosing the shareholder's name.

Only participate in dividends, not in decision-making.

Some of these shares could be held for over a decade, like Tencent.

Some would need to be cashed out after a certain period, like Shanda.

And for others, he might consider changing the company's fate, keeping it from going astray, like Kuaibo?

He really envied those rich second-generation kids. Compared to him, their biggest advantage was that when they wanted to start a business, they had sufficient funds and support, unlike him, who had to accumulate bit by bit.

Many people have a misunderstanding about the rich second generation, thinking they are the kind of people who indulge in a life of debauchery and decadence.

In fact, this is a fallacy. The majority of rich second-generation kids are absolutely different from the impression ordinary people have.

To put it in one sentence: they are richer than us but work harder than us.

Many might not believe it, but the truth is the truth. Most rich second-generation kids receive elite education from a young age, and when they reach a certain age, they are sent abroad by their parents to study Western business management.

Except for those brainless show-offs, most rich second-generation kids actively start looking for entrepreneurial opportunities when they come of age. They don't rely on their parents' legacy but believe they can carve out their own path.

The most obvious examples are the 'disciplinary committee' of the entertainment industry and the son of the boss of the largest domestic milk producer. Both, coincidentally, chose e-sports for their entrepreneurial ventures, which can be seen as an attempt.

Shaking his head, Zhao Fusheng sighed inwardly. Some things he couldn't help; perhaps this was what they called fate.

Since he wasn't a rich second-generation kid, he would strive to make his own children become one.

Sometimes, regarding his rebirth, Zhao Fusheng also wondered if, without his foreknowledge, he could still succeed or earn more money than in his previous life.

After careful consideration, he felt he probably couldn't, because a loser or an ordinary person from a past life, even with a golden finger, wouldn't necessarily succeed.

Unless that golden finger was powerful enough, like being reborn into a parallel world.

If not for the parallel world, he might only make a little money relying on vague memories, and once he entered unfamiliar territory or too many things changed due to the butterfly effect, the final outcome would probably be similar to his previous life.

This involved issues of personality and ability.

Not all regrets turn into motivation, nor can rebirth change all bad habits.

How many people say online that if they could go back, they would do this and that.

But they never think that some people seize the present, no matter how old they are, still study hard and seize opportunities to fulfill their dreams or change their fate.

While he can only complain about social injustice, that all the money is earned by bad people.

Zhao Fusheng knew very well that he was just an ordinary person, luckier than winning the lottery.

"What are you thinking about?" Fan Baobao, after chatting with Zhou Yun, saw Zhao Fusheng in a daze and couldn't help asking. She was already used to him zoning out from time to time.

"Nothing, just company stuff," Zhao Fusheng waved his hand. "What do you think, if I make money in the future, how about buying a bunch of shares?"

"Huh?"

Fan Baobao and Zhou Yun looked at each other, suddenly feeling they couldn't keep up with Zhao Fusheng's train of thought.

Fortunately, Jiang Wen stepped in at that moment. He called Zhou Yun, saying he needed to talk to Zhao Fusheng.

"He's looking for me?" Zhao Fusheng looked at Zhou Yun suspiciously, bewildered, not understanding why Jiang Wen wanted to see him at this time.

After all, when they met before, Jiang Wen hadn't mentioned needing any help.

But since Old Jiang was looking for him, there must be a reason. With that thought, Zhao Fusheng paid the bill and left with Fan Baobao and Zhou Yun, heading to the place Jiang Wen had mentioned.

"You go in; we won't go," Zhou Yun said, stopping after receiving a text message.

Zhao Fusheng glanced at Fan Baobao, but after Zhou Yun whispered a few words in her ear, Fan Baobao's eyes lit up, and she said to Zhao Fusheng with a smile, "Go ahead; we'll head back to school first."

She smiled happily, her eyes nearly squinting into slits.

Frowning, Zhao Fusheng felt something was off. With this doubt, he pushed open the door to the private room.

As soon as he entered, Zhao Fusheng was stunned.

Looking in surprise at the table full of men before him, Zhao Fusheng suddenly felt he had guessed the purpose of Jiang Wen's contact.

Glancing helplessly at Old Jiang, Zhao Fusheng could only say he had bad luck in choosing friends, ending up with a buddy who specialized in setting him up.