Chapter 0915: Rich List?

Dong Chenxi's departure from Future Film was abrupt, but it didn't come as a surprise.

The reason was simple: it was Zheng Yao herself who went to Future Film to announce the personnel appointment. And according to Zheng Yao, Dong Chenxi had been noticed by the big boss behind Future Advertising and was moving directly to the head office.

In fact, many people were curious about the company behind Future Advertising. So far, it was suspected that Zheng Yao was not the major shareholder, since she herself had mentioned in Binzhou and Ninghai that some decisions were made not by her but by the big boss.

Now that the mysterious boss had taken a liking to Dong Chenxi, many felt she had stumbled into a stroke of luck.

But regardless, the successor was Bai Jie, and Future Film had long been accustomed to the presence of both women, so there was little upheaval; everything remained stable as before.

In contrast, Bai Jie was somewhat reluctant to see Dong Chenxi leave.

Dong Chenxi didn't linger long. Following Zhao Fusheng's instructions, she quickly returned to her hometown, obtained her passport and Hong Kong-Macau permit, then traveled via Hong Kong straight to the United States.

At the end of August, Dong Chenxi called Zhao Fusheng from overseas. With the help of Future Capital's American traders and managers, she had successfully acquired two million shares of NetEase stock at a cost price of one dollar per share.

"That's enough, just this much," Zhao Fusheng said to Dong Chenxi on the phone.

It was evening in the capital now, while in the US it was daytime, just as NASDAQ opened.

"Okay," Dong Chenxi nodded, having no objection.

In fact, the cash Zhao Fusheng could mobilize was only this much.

If NetEase's stock didn't improve in two years, Zhao Fusheng would have no choice but to liquidate.

"Familiarize yourself with the situation, then come back as soon as possible."

Zhao Fusheng smiled and said, "I'll take the opportunity while I'm free to bring you to Shanghai and Shenzhen to meet a few of our partners."

He was referring, of course, to the two big shots, Chen Tianqiao and Ma Yun.

Having chosen Dong Chenxi as his future representative, Zhao Fusheng naturally wanted to introduce her to these two; from now on, she would handle dealings with Shanda and Tencent.

Dong Chenxi agreed with Zhao Fusheng's words. After this stock operation, she had developed some interest in fund-related matters and planned to study systematically to prepare for the next move.

Little did she know, Zhao Fusheng had never considered any so-called next investment.

Zhao Fusheng had never let down his guard against the stock market; unless it was a sure thing, he would never easily step into it.

Even buying stocks with such caution, he never thought of engaging in operations like futures or exchange rates.

The kind of thing where a few points up could trigger a margin call—Zhao Fusheng dared not even consider it.

It wasn't that he was timid, but that it was completely unnecessary.

He already had enough cards in his hand. In life and business, the first thing to learn was contentment. 'A man who is not content is like a snake trying to swallow an elephant.' If one couldn't control their greed in business, they would end up losing everything.

The most obvious example was Li Ka-shing. Feeling there was no room for development in China, he pulled out his investment and went to Europe, only to lose everything in the UK. Not only did he waste his reputation and connections in China, but he also gained nothing in the UK—truly 'losing both the wife and the army.'

It was fortunate that the old man had weathered many storms; otherwise, an ordinary person might have died from the shock.

A few days later, Dong Chenxi returned to the capital, but Zhao Fusheng had something come up and had to delay taking her to Shanghai and Shenzhen.

The reason was simple: Fan Baobao was about to take the entrance exam for the People's Art Theatre.

To be honest, Zhao Fusheng had been too busy in the past two months, even missing Fan Baobao's graduation ceremony. It wasn't that he didn't want to go; even while filming the Mercedes-Benz ad, he could have taken a day off.

But after discussing it with Fan Baobao, Zhao Fusheng gave up the idea. As Fan Baobao herself said, she had little emotional connection with her classmates except for her dorm roommates, since they had spent relatively little time together. She didn't care much about the graduation ceremony, and Zhao Fusheng's presence wouldn't have meant much.

Many people think college graduation ceremonies are always romantic and moving, but that's an illusion.

Some might truly miss college life, while others look forward to entering society. We tend to project our own thoughts onto others, forgetting the principle: 'You are not the fish; how do you know the fish's joy?' and 'Do not do to others what you do not want done to yourself.'

But regardless, Zhao Fusheng could see that Fan Baobao was full of confidence and hope for her future, especially now, as she was eager to enter the People's Art Theatre and become a proper actress.

"It's okay, you'll definitely make it," Zhao Fusheng comforted Fan Baobao outside the exam venue.

Fan Baobao shot him a glance: "Of course I know I can do it, do I need you to tell me?"

Zhao Fusheng smiled wryly. Who was it that had been nervously muttering to herself this morning? Now she seemed perfectly fine.

But he knew he couldn't say that out loud, or else he'd be chased to death by an irate woman.

"I'm going in. Wait for me here," Fan Baobao said when her turn came.

Zhao Fusheng nodded and watched her walk through the gate of the People's Art Theatre.

In truth, he didn't care much whether she succeeded or not. If she succeeded, that was good—she could become a real actress. Even if she failed, he had ways to make her a big star, even if it meant piling on projects.

Zhao Fusheng didn't believe that after collaborating with all the top domestic and international directors and working with every leading male actor, he couldn't cultivate a top-tier actress.

Fan Baobao wasn't Da Tiantian; surely she had at least some acting ability.

Well, to be fair, Da Tiantian was a nice person, with a good personality and social skills, but the problem was her acting was really awkward.

Time passed quickly. August weather was like that—one moment it could be clear skies, the next a downpour.

Today, Zhao Fusheng was lucky. When Fan Baobao started the exam, the weather was overcast, but less than an hour later, it cleared up. The sun shone warmly on him, giving a pleasant feeling.

Just as Zhao Fusheng was about to lose patience, Fan Baobao finally walked out, looking relaxed.

"How did it go?"

Zhao Fusheng greeted her with a smile.

"Not bad," Fan Baobao smiled, appearing in a good mood.

People are emotional creatures. Unless deliberately pretending, one's mood and outward expression are generally consistent.

Of course, there are those with deep cunning, whose emotions—joy, anger, sorrow, or anything else—are impossible to detect.

Such people are true old foxes, mostly found in officialdom and business.

Zhao Fusheng and Fan Baobao clearly didn't belong to that category.

"Come on, let's go celebrate your success," Zhao Fusheng said with a smile. Regardless, the exam was over, and that was an achievement.

Fan Baobao nodded and took Zhao Fusheng's arm as they got into the car.

Zhang Qian was still Zhao Fusheng's driver; in his own words, he wasn't suited for management.

Zhao Fusheng had initially tried to persuade him, but after many attempts, he gave up. Having Zhang Qian around was actually a good thing; at least he could entrust many matters to him.

"By the way, did you see that rich list from a while ago?" Fan Baobao suddenly asked Zhao Fusheng in the car.

Zhao Fusheng blinked: "What rich list?"

He genuinely didn't know. Having been focused on the NetEase stock acquisition in the US, he had no time for things like a rich list.

Fan Baobao laughed: "A guy named Hu Run made a rich list. I saw it—Chen Tianqiao of Shanda is called a very promising internet genius."

Genius?

Zhao Fusheng blinked, revealing a meaningful smile.