Chapter 0868: A Happy Event

Persuading Yu Feihong was not actually a difficult task, after all, she was a reasonable person. The more reasonable a person is, the easier they are to be moved.

This is the same principle as how a gentleman can be deceived by fairness.

The main purpose of Zhao Fusheng's visit today was most importantly to remind Yu Feihong not to neglect her own work because of charity.

It's fine to do charity, but if you sacrifice yourself in the process, it's not worth it.

Because in this world, there aren't that many grateful people. There are too many instances where you give but receive nothing in return. What's more terrifying is that some people often take others' sympathy and help for granted.

Zhao Fusheng didn't want Yu Feihong to be hurt because of this one day, because after all, he was the one who pushed her onto this path.

He sat at Yu Feihong's place for a while, and they chatted about their recent situations. Zhao Fusheng didn't drag Yu Feihong out for dinner but took his leave.

Their relationship was already so close that such small matters no longer mattered much.

When he got home, Zhao Fusheng went online to chat, but unexpectedly saw a message from Ma Huateng.

Zhao Fusheng originally planned to chat with him on QQ, but after thinking it over, he directly dialed the other party's number.

"President Ma, you were looking for me?" Zhao Fusheng asked, somewhat puzzled.

The reason he found it strange was that Ma Huateng's message to him said he had something to discuss. Since there was something to discuss, why not call instead of leaving a message? That was what surprised Zhao Fusheng.

"Yes, there's something I want to talk to you about." Ma Huateng didn't waste words. At this time, he was far from the imposing figure he would become later. Now, Boss Ma was more like an entrepreneur than a businessman.

"Go ahead," Zhao Fusheng nodded.

Ma Huateng and Chen Tianqiao were two different types of people. The former, coming from a technical background, was relatively more accurate in market judgment, but also had the drawback of being too reserved. Sometimes, if Zhao didn't take the initiative, Ma would definitely not communicate with him.

The latter, having always been an elite in the financial industry, was more like a pure businessman.

But comparatively, Zhao Fusheng was still willing to cooperate with Ma Huateng, at least without constantly worrying about the other party stabbing him in the back.

After all, Chen Tianqiao was a man who dared to abandon the Shengda Group he founded with his own hands, while Ma Huateng would never give up Tencent, the work of his life's effort.

"It's like this: the company is about to accept a round of financing, and I'm informing you," Ma Huateng explained to Zhao Fusheng.

"Financing?"

Zhao Fusheng was startled, then laughed: "This is good news."

As always, for Zhao Fusheng, the higher Tencent's valuation, the better, because it meant his non-dilutable five percent stake was becoming more valuable.

In the original history, during Tencent's early days, Boss Ma and his team collectively held sixty percent of the shares.

IDG and Hong Kong's PCCW each took twenty percent of the shares, and in exchange, they jointly invested two million two hundred thousand US dollars in the early-stage Tencent.

By June 2001, PCCW sold its stake for twelve million six hundred thousand US dollars, with the buyer being South Africa's MIH Group. After that, MIH Group acquired another twelve point eight percent of Tencent's shares from IDG. At that point, Tencent's shareholding structure was: Tencent team sixty percent, MIH Group thirty-three percent, IDG seven point two nine percent.

By June 2002, MIH Group purchased another thirteen point five percent of Tencent's shares from founders other than Ma Huateng. At that time, Tencent's shareholding structure became: Tencent and its co-founders forty-six point three percent, MIH forty-six point five percent, IDG seven point two percent.

Now, due to Zhao Fusheng's appearance, Tencent had only accepted one round of financing, and finally, large venture capital firms were starting to pay attention to this emerging internet technology company.

"I was mainly worried you might have some thoughts," Ma Huateng explained, after all, Zhao Fusheng was a shareholder of the company, and moreover, a shareholder with five percent non-dilutable shares.

The most important point was that Zhao Fusheng had always expressed his support for Ma Huateng.

For a corporate leader, this was very important.

An ally, especially a capable one, was something no one would easily give up.

"Don't worry, I have no objections. As long as the company can develop better, I have no other requests," Zhao Fusheng said with a slight smile to Ma Huateng. "I trust your abilities, President Ma."

This wasn't just flattery; it was truly how he felt. In Zhao Fusheng's view, besides Ma Huateng, there might not be anyone else who could steer the soon-to-launch ship of Tencent.

Everyone likes to hear good words, and Ma Huateng was not yet the top billionaire with countless assets. At this moment, he was striving to build his business, so Zhao Fusheng's words truly moved him.

"Thank you," Ma Huateng said to Zhao Fusheng.

Zhao Fusheng chuckled and said nothing more.

He knew very well that understanding how far the internet would develop in the future did not mean he could manage an internet company well. That was why, until now, Zhao Fusheng had always been cautious.

In the advertising field, he could dominate with his professional knowledge from his previous life, but in other areas, Zhao Fusheng felt that being humble and cautious did no harm.

Of course, this didn't mean Zhao Fusheng would give up the cake in front of him. He was a reborn man, after all. Besides, only a fool would turn down money. Anyone who goes against money is simply an idiot.

Money is a good thing, but how to make money is a problem that requires careful consideration.

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"What's got you so happy?"

Fan Baobao returned from the set, opened the door, and saw Zhao Fusheng sitting on the sofa grinning foolishly. She frowned and asked curiously.

"Why are you back? Finished filming?" Zhao Fusheng looked up, surprised to see his girlfriend, clearly quite taken aback.

He really hadn't expected Fan Baobao to come back. When he had called her earlier, she had complained that Wang Xiaoshuai was too slow in filming, often taking two or three days for a single scene.

"Hmph, I call this a surprise attack," Fan Baobao said playfully, glaring at Zhao Fusheng with a smile.

Zhao Fusheng was speechless. A surprise attack? Where did this girl learn all this nonsense?

Standing up and walking over to Fan Baobao, Zhao Fusheng smiled and said, "How was it? You must be exhausted from being over there all this time."

When dealing with a woman in this state, never confront them head-on, because that's exactly what they want. The best approach is to take a detour.

This was Zhao Fusheng's rule of thumb, not to be shared with outsiders.