Chapter 0829 Zhao Fusheng's Ambition

Zhao Fusheng didn't care that he had inadvertently given confidence to a young man just starting his career.

In Zhao Fusheng's view, young people shouldn't care too much about face, because they have neither seniority nor capital, and face is worthless. Everyone has to start from humble beginnings, which means enduring others' cold stares and neglect. Don't let your precious face keep you in poverty and humility for a lifetime. Tell yourself that temporary bowing is not shameful; it's the long-term holding of your head high that is valuable.

How far Zhou Jing could go in the future depended on his own ability, not much to do with Zhao Fusheng.

Fate, after all, always relies on oneself.

"What, not going well?"

Seeing Zhao Fusheng's serious expression as he left the company, Zhang Qian, who was waiting outside, asked curiously.

Zhao Fusheng gave a wry smile and shook his head: "It's nothing. Let's go, to Dong Guoxiang's place."

One thing at a time; Zhao Fusheng didn't want matters here to affect things at the studio.

It's said that ample rewards make brave men. Facts proved this saying absolutely correct. After Zhao Fusheng promised Dong Guoxiang thirty percent of the profits from the cheats and another thirty percent for studio maintenance and programmer salaries, everyone's work enthusiasm soared.

According to Zhang Qian, the cheats Dong Guoxiang and his team had developed now basically met all of Zhao Fusheng's previous requirements.

Zhao Fusheng was also surprised, never expecting such a thing.

But after personally testing it, he had to admit that sometimes the power of money was truly irresistible.

"How is it?"

Watching Zhao Fusheng step away from the computer, Dong Guoxiang asked seriously.

The place where the three of them were was not the cheat studio, but the studio for the my123 navigation webpage.

Dong Guoxiang strictly followed Zhao Fusheng's requirements, not letting the two connect. Even for the cheat studio, he had found a programmer to take charge.

"What's the name of that person in charge you mentioned?" Zhao Fusheng looked at Dong Guoxiang and asked.

"Luo Mengyao, a bachelor's degree holder, a very professional talent," Dong Guoxiang replied. "He's now mainly responsible for the studio's daily maintenance and cheat development. Zhang Qian and I just drop by occasionally."

Zhao Fusheng nodded: "That's best. You handle the money and accounts, and leave the technical stuff to him." He paused, then smiled slightly: "Remember, we're only doing this business for one year."

Dong Guoxiang quickly nodded. He dared not take Zhao Fusheng's words lightly. Since Zhao Fusheng said only one year, then after one year, the cheat studio would definitely be shut down.

As for what arrangements would be made for these people afterward, that was not Dong Guoxiang's concern.

Dong Guoxiang was ambitious and wanted to climb up, but he knew very well that without Zhao Fusheng, he would be nothing.

"Alright, I'll head back now. Tell the people below to be ready. When 'Legend' starts charging on New Year's Day, our cheats will officially hit the market." After giving a few more instructions to Dong Guoxiang, Zhao Fusheng left the studio.

On the way back, Zhao Fusheng half-closed his eyes and rubbed his temples with a headache, then said to Zhang Qian: "Keep an eye on the accounts. Don't let any mistakes happen."

Although Dong Guoxiang had previously made him feel at ease, that was after all just a bit of advertising revenue from my123, at most a few tens of thousands a month.

Others might not know, but Zhao Fusheng was well aware of how big the market for *Legend* was and how high the profits from cheats were. A gray industry that could eventually prompt the state to issue regulations to crack down on it—the profits contained within would be an unimaginably huge cake.

After all, starting with *Legend*, domestic online games had sprung up like bamboo shoots after rain. Games like *MU*, *Red Moon*, and *Millennium* swept across the entire internet. At that time, if someone went to an internet café and didn't play games but chatted instead, it was hard to believe.

More importantly, in Zhao Fusheng's view, the opportunities here were simply too many.

Continuing to make cheats was certainly illegal, but if he went into game development, Zhao Fusheng felt it was entirely promising.

Although Zhao Fusheng also knew that software development required substantial financial support, for him, the income from making cheats this year should be enough as startup capital.

Of course, Zhao Fusheng couldn't say these thoughts now; he needed to implement his plan step by step.

"I understand, don't worry." Zhang Qian nodded gently upon hearing Zhao Fusheng's words.

Although he didn't quite grasp Zhao Fusheng's thoughts, in Zhang Qian's impression, Zhao Fusheng was a man with strong opinions. Since he had decided something, whether he understood it or not, he would execute it first.

This was the principle his grandfather had taught him as a child: if you're not smart enough, follow the smartest person around you. The biggest advantage of this was not having to worry about taking detours.

Back home, Zhao Fusheng looked at the empty room, a helpless expression on his face.

The biggest downside of Fan Baobao going out to shoot a film, for him, was that he had become a single dog.

Well, there was another one across the way.

Thinking of this, Zhao Fusheng simply walked over and knocked on the door across the hall. Soon Zhang Qian poked his head out: "Something wrong?"

"Can't I come over for a visit if there's nothing wrong?" Zhao Fusheng said irritably.

Zhang Qian looked bewildered, completely at a loss as to what was wrong with this guy. His mood had seemed pretty good when they came upstairs, but now, just a few minutes later, he was out of sorts.

"Let's eat out tonight." Zhao Fusheng sat on the sofa and glanced at Zhang Qian.

Zhang Qian nodded. He didn't mind either way; eating out saved him the trouble.

"You and Yang Panpan—you're not living together?" Seeing him like this, Zhao Fusheng felt even more annoyed. He blinked and suddenly asked Zhang Qian.

"Huh?"

Zhang Qian's face instantly turned bright red. He shook his head like a rattle drum, waving his hands repeatedly: "Don't, don't talk nonsense. We're perfectly innocent."

With a snort, Zhao Fusheng couldn't hold it in any longer and burst into loud laughter.

"Hahahaha..."

Holding his stomach, nearly choking with laughter, Zhao Fusheng looked at Zhang Qian, whose face was flushed red and who had none of the aura of a proud soldier king. He suddenly felt that this matter was just too amusing.

Looking at Zhao Fusheng, who wore a mischievous grin, Zhang Qian suddenly felt that this guy wasn't cute at all.