Chapter 0913 The Helmsman

One cannot be too greedy. Zhao Fusheng had lived half a lifetime before he understood this truth.

Despite being a reborn man, he knew well that he couldn't take all the world's cakes for himself—that was impossible.

There were many companies with bright futures in his mind; did he have to meddle with every single one?

If he really did that, Zhao Fusheng felt he wouldn't be far from being hunted by the whole world.

So Zhao Fusheng's idea was to first have a retreat, then own core assets, and then keep investing. In short, his plan was to invest in various industries, make money, and then turn around and invest in the industries he liked.

For example, whether it was shares of Huayi or Shengda, Zhao Fusheng planned to sell them after listing. It wasn't that he needed the money, but because he knew he didn't understand the stock market. Since there was a chance to cash out and maximize profits, he should unhesitatingly choose to give up.

And all of this required an absolute insider to control.

That person was undoubtedly Dong Chenxi.

Among the people around Zhao Fusheng, no matter how you looked at it, Dong Chenxi was the most suitable person to take charge of Future Capital.

Whether in terms of age, experience, or loyalty, she was trustworthy. Even if she was slightly lacking in professionalism, Zhao Fusheng believed that professionalism could be made up for through learning, but character was innate.

Since Zheng Yao had no objections, Zhao Fusheng naturally had to start implementing it.

But before that, he still had to tell Dong Chenxi the truth.

"What are you doing?"

"At the company."

"I have something to talk to you about."

"Then come over."

After a brief call, Zhao Fusheng appeared in Dong Chenxi's general manager's office at Future Film and Television.

"Not easy, you busy man, actually have time to see me," Dong Chenxi said with a smile while looking at a document.

Their relationship was closer than that with Bai Jie, so they spoke more casually.

Zhao Fusheng touched his nose: "Listen to you, as if I don't usually come to see you."

"Oh, stop it," Dong Chenxi rolled her eyes at Zhao Fusheng. "With your 'no visit without a reason' personality, tell me, when have you ever come to the company without having something to do?"

As she spoke, she put down the document in her hand: "Go ahead, who is it this time?"

In her view, if it weren't for someone, Zhao Fusheng wouldn't appear in her office.

Zhao Fusheng was a bit embarrassed by her words, but still smiled and nodded: "It is because of someone, but that someone is you."

"Me?"

Dong Chenxi was stunned, looking at him in surprise: "What does it have to do with me?"

Then she frowned slightly: "Wang Zhen?"

In her mind, the only reason Zhao Fusheng would come to her was her ex-boyfriend Wang Zhen.

Sighing inwardly, Zhao Fusheng didn't know what to say about Dong Chenxi and Wang Zhen's relationship issues. Such matters were never about right or wrong, and as a mutual friend, he found it hard to comment.

Looking up, Zhao Fusheng said calmly: "I want you to resign from Future Film and Television. Well, no, to be precise, leave your position."

"What do you mean?" Dong Chenxi's face changed instantly. She was doing well at Future Film and Television; why would Zhao Fusheng suddenly ask her to resign? What was going on?

If it were anyone else saying this to Dong Chenxi, she would have lost her temper and kicked them out. But since it was Zhao Fusheng, she held back.

"Take a look at this."

Without further ado, Zhao Fusheng took out the documents on Future Capital and handed them to Dong Chenxi.

Dong Chenxi took them skeptically, looked down, and her eyes widened. Staring at the documents in front of her, she suddenly felt that these few thin pages weighed a thousand pounds.

Zhao Fusheng smiled and picked up his teacup to drink. He was actually looking forward to seeing her reaction after reading it.

After a long while, Dong Chenxi looked up at Zhao Fusheng with a complex gaze. After a moment, she said hoarsely: "Are you saying you're the real boss of Future Advertising?"

Zhao Fusheng nodded: "If you don't believe me, you can call Zheng Yao and ask."

Dong Chenxi shook her head, knowing it was unnecessary. She wasn't a fresh graduate anymore; if Zhao Fusheng hadn't coordinated with Zheng Yao, he wouldn't have shown her these materials.

Looking at Zhao Fusheng, Dong Chenxi finally understood why Zheng Yao had always respected him so much, to the point where they often wondered about their relationship. So it turned out that Zhao Fusheng was the real big boss of Future Advertising.

But what Dong Chenxi didn't understand was why Zhao Fusheng had come to her.

After all, just from these materials, she had to admit that Zhao Fusheng's assets were beyond her imagination. The shares of four companies combined were worth at least hundreds of millions.

This guy was really surprising!

"What do you mean, let me manage this investment company?" Dong Chenxi looked at Zhao Fusheng, voicing her doubt.

Zhao Fusheng smiled and nodded: "That's right. I can't find anyone more suitable than you."

"But I don't know finance," Dong Chenxi said helplessly. "I know you trust me, but the problem is, I don't trust myself. If something goes wrong, I can't afford to compensate."

Zhao Fusheng laughed. He knew Dong Chenxi was joking, but deep down, she was still worried.

People in finance were certainly among the smartest. Not to mention Wall Street in the US, which could be said to dominate the world, but there probably weren't many people smarter than them globally.

With financial instruments worth hundreds of billions or trillions of dollars, how many people in the world had been harmed by the manipulation of those Wall Street guys?

And those harmed weren't the poor, but the rich, because if you had no money, how could you buy stocks or futures? And none of the rich were fools, yet they were still swindled into bankruptcy by those devils on Wall Street.

Thinking about dealing with those people, Dong Chenxi felt she should stick to her promising job as general manager at Future Film and Television.

She used to be somewhat impulsive, but now she had fully matured. After seeing so many capable people, she realized she still had a lot to learn and a long way to go.

If it were three years ago, and Zhao Fusheng had placed this opportunity before her, she would have jumped at it without hesitation. But now, the first thing Dong Chenxi considered was whether she could handle the position and whether she had the ability to hold it.

People always grow, and the price of growth is realizing that you are not invincible.

"Actually, you don't need to think too much," Zhao Fusheng said to Dong Chenxi with a smile. "What I need is for you to control that company for me, not for you to operate it personally."

This was true. Neither Zhao Fusheng nor Dong Chenxi understood finance or investment rules. If they were left to invest on their own, the company probably wouldn't last long.

So, for specific investment operations, Zhao Fusheng would definitely hire professionals. What Dong Chenxi needed to do was to sit in the company for him and control its overall direction.

This was because Zhao Fusheng didn't have the time and didn't want to step into the spotlight.

"Let me think it over."

After a long silence, Dong Chenxi said to Zhao Fusheng.

Honestly, she had no mental preparation for this. She thought Zhao Fusheng had come for something else, but instead, he wanted her to be his manager.

More importantly, the bomb Zhao Fusheng dropped shocked Dong Chenxi deeply. She never expected him to be the幕后老板 of Future Advertising.

Fortunately, Dong Chenxi had seen a lot and had good stress tolerance. Anyone else would have been scared stiff.

But even so, Dong Chenxi was still stunned.

"Alright, think it over and let me know," Zhao Fusheng said with a smile, not urging her. He knew this needed time to process.

"Okay," Dong Chenxi nodded with a smile, then blinked: "Big boss, shouldn't you treat me to lunch?"

Zhao Fusheng was taken aback: "Why?"

"You're so rich; treating me to a meal won't cost you much. Besides, treating me shows your sincerity," Dong Chenxi said disdainfully. "They say the richer you are, the stingier you get. Don't become like that."

Zhao Fusheng was speechless. She was freeloading and still came up with so many reasons. Unbelievable.

But regardless, he had to treat her. After all, she was right—he was a wealthy boss, and he was asking her to help manage the company, so he had to show some sincerity.

So, in a nice Western restaurant near Future Film and Television, Zhao Fusheng and Dong Chenxi sat at a table.

But Dong Chenxi's mouth twitched as she looked at Zhao Fusheng speechlessly: "What's this?"

"Oh, one person eats, two people eat, let's eat together," Zhao Fusheng smiled, glancing at Zheng Yao sitting beside Dong Chenxi. "President Zheng, please explain to Ms. Dong Chenxi the hardships of our startup days."

Putting down her knife and fork, Zheng Yao wiped her mouth and nodded: "Alright."

Happily eating his steak, Zhao Fusheng watched Dong Chenxi being lectured by Zheng Yao, his heart full of joy.