Chapter 0926 Good News

As a business, the most important goal is naturally profit.

If doing business doesn't make money, probably no businessman would persist. Even if someone deliberately runs a business that doesn't profit, he must have other motives.

Therefore, Zhao Fusheng's proposal was undoubtedly quite attractive to the senior management of Tencent.

After Zhao Fusheng explained what the concept of mini-games was, the meeting room became quite quiet.

The technical department people were considering how to implement Zhao Fusheng's proposal, what the direction of research and development should be. Meanwhile, the marketing department people were considering whether this approach would be accepted by users and how much profit it could bring to the company.

On the contrary, Ma Huateng, after listening to Zhao Fusheng's words, had a relatively calm expression.

"My opinion is this: QQ is a platform, a carrier. We have a large number of users. How to keep users and turn them into our consumer base—that's the most important thing."

Zhao Fusheng concluded: "Maybe my idea is a bit naive, but if we can achieve these things, I think perhaps this instant messaging software of ours will carve out a different path."

After a long while, Ma Huateng waved his hand, signaling the others to leave. When only Zhao Fusheng and he remained in the meeting room, he looked at Zhao Fusheng: "Have you really considered coming to work at the company?"

Zhao Fusheng smiled: "I have my own career. I am very optimistic about Tencent's future, but to be honest, this place is not for me."

He knew his own strengths and weaknesses all too well. More importantly, if he came to Tencent, he and Ma Huateng might not be able to maintain their current relationship.

After all, Zhao Fusheng was well aware of the principle that one mountain cannot accommodate two tigers, there cannot be two suns in the sky, and a nation cannot have two rulers.

Although Zhao Fusheng did not know Ma Huateng's character in detail, through occasional anecdotes, he could roughly judge that this man was definitely no pushover.

The reason Ma Huateng valued him so much now was largely because he was an outsider who could help him without affecting him.

Once he entered the game, the relationship between the two might change.

Zhao Fusheng did not like to entrust his fate to others; he preferred the feeling of being his own master.

Since Zhao Fusheng had made his stance clear, Ma Huateng naturally said no more. He personally escorted Zhao Fusheng back to the hotel, and the matter was put to rest.

As for the future research direction of the company, Zhao Fusheng had already pointed it out. After studying it, Ma Huateng and the others found it a good suggestion and quickly instructed the technical staff to start researching in that direction.

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In the following time, Dong Chenxi, accompanied by Ma Huateng, toured Tencent's office, and then she and Zhao Fusheng left.

There was nothing major; it was purely to show their presence. Staying there would have been idle.

For Zhao Fusheng, who now considered himself a businessman, idleness was the hardest thing to accept.

"Businessmen have no holidays. A businessman with goals cannot take vacations. They usually wish they could work twenty-four hours a day. Holidays are superfluous for businessmen."

Zhao Fusheng looked at Dong Chenxi, the roar of the airplane in his ears. The two were sitting on a flight to the capital.

Dong Chenxi rolled her eyes: "What you said, I don't think it's quite right."

Laughing heartily, Zhao Fusheng said calmly: "You don't understand. Doing business is like stock trading. Investors hope the market opens every day and don't want a single day off, because that way they can trade stocks every day and make money every day."

Dong Chenxi looked at him speechlessly: "Don't forget, the stock market also has downturns."

"Yes, and businesses also have times when they lose money," Zhao Fusheng said indifferently. "But don't forget, when there are times of loss, there are times of profit. When stocks fall, they naturally rise."

He paused, blinked, and added: "Of course, the Chinese stock market cannot be judged by normal logic. Chinese investors are just leeks."

Dong Chenxi opened her mouth to retort but found she had no reason, because what Zhao Fusheng said seemed quite right.

Some things can only be sensed, not explained. He would only say this to Dong Chenxi; if it were someone else, Zhao Fusheng might not have spoken.

The two returned to the capital, got off the plane, and went to their respective residences.

Zhang Qian dropped Zhao Fusheng off at home and returned to his apartment across the hall. Zhao Fusheng walked in with a tired expression.

"Back?"

Fan Baobao happened to be at home. She looked up at Zhao Fusheng: "So soon?"

She had received a call from Zhao Fusheng while filming an advertisement, saying he had to go out on business. She had thought it would take a long time, but unexpectedly, Zhao Fusheng returned in less than a week, which surprised her.

"Nothing important. I finished and came back," Zhao Fusheng replied with a smile, then glanced at Fan Baobao: "Why are you at home?"

He was also a bit surprised. Fan Baobao seemed to have taken on many ads recently. According to Zheng Yao, the girl was a little workaholic.

"Guess."

Hearing Zhao Fusheng's words, the workaholic Fan Baobao blinked her big eyes and showed a mischievous smile.

Zhao Fusheng was taken aback. Seeing her so happy and clearly in a 'praise me' posture, he thought for a moment and said: "Did the results of the People's Art Theatre exam come out?"

He couldn't help it; after thinking it over, this was the most likely thing.

"Hey..." Fan Baobao was quite surprised and looked at Zhao Fusheng strangely: "How did you know? Did Sister Panpan call you in advance? Or was it Old Jiang who called?"

In her mind, the only way Zhao Fusheng could know this news was if someone had tipped him off.

Shaking his head helplessly, Zhao Fusheng walked up to Fan Baobao and ruffled her hair: "Silly girl, who would be so bored as to remind me of such a thing? I guessed it myself. You're so happy; if it's not that you passed the exam, what else could it be? It can't be that you won the lottery, right?"

Fan Baobao blinked, then laughed: "I guess you have a point. But how do you know I couldn't win the lottery?"

"Hah, from childhood to now, what have you ever won in any lottery? Well, the laundry detergent in ninth grade doesn't count..." Zhao Fusheng complained speechlessly, earning a coquettish retort from Fan Baobao.

It couldn't be helped; having bad luck wasn't her fault. It could only be said that the heavens weren't on her side.