Chapter 0971: IPO?

Finding bargains is undoubtedly a mood-lifting affair.

Fan Baobao was in a particularly good mood right now.

It's often said that people strive for pride and gods seek incense, largely because humans need fine clothes and gods need gold adornments. Who doesn't want to achieve success and return home in glory? These eight words easily pierce the deepest roots of the scheming and intrigue throughout the long river of history.

Modern society is no different. People need something to strive for in life; otherwise, wouldn't it be too dull?

Deep in Fan Baobao's heart, she also had her aspirations. She hoped to live a happy life with Zhao Fusheng, where her family no longer worried about money and no longer feared having no place to stand.

Looking at the property deed in her hand, her joy was easy to imagine.

Zhao Fusheng, on the other hand, was relatively calm. Perhaps due to his life experience, or perhaps because he had succeeded so many times since his rebirth, he didn't feel the same sense of accomplishment about this siheyuan as Fan Baobao did.

In Zhao Fusheng's view, this was just an investment.

After all, apart from himself, no one knew how much this siheyuan in this location would be worth in the future.

"Tell me, will this siheyuan really appreciate?"

Fan Baobao sat in the car, holding the property deed, looking at Zhao Fusheng with disbelief.

Clearly, she still couldn't quite believe it.

Zhao Fusheng smiled slightly: "It will not only appreciate—just wait and see, soon the siheyuan will definitely rise in price."

He was telling the truth. Back when he was a Beipiao, he had lived in a siheyuan on the outskirts of Beijing and had heard plenty of rumors.

The most vivid example he remembered was someone saying that after the millennium, Beijing's siheyuans would climb a step every year.

What did 'climb a step every year' mean? It meant that each year, the price of a siheyuan would increase by at least ten percent over the previous year.

In other words, the siheyuan Fan Baobao and he had bought might really be worth four million by this time next year.

Fan Baobao always believed deeply in Zhao Fusheng's words. Even though she felt he might be a bit too confident, she was still willing to trust what he had just said.

"That's good, that's good." Fan Baobao blinked, speaking with satisfaction.

Clearly, for her, as long as the property in her hands appreciated, that was a happy thing.

"By the way, I noticed that game 'Legend' seems to be getting more and more popular." Sitting in the car, Fan Baobao suddenly remembered something and asked Zhao Fusheng, "Is that Shanda Technology planning to go public?"

Zhao Fusheng laughed: "Mm, sort of."

He had already received notice from Chen Tianqiao that Shanda Technology was indeed planning to go public.

And just as in history, they planned to list on the NASDAQ in the US.

In Chen Tianqiao's own words, if you're going to do it, do it big.

Zhao Fusheng had no objections to this. That had been his intention all along. The domestic market had too many constraints. Not to mention Chen Tianqiao, even he, as a time traveler, dared not try it, fearing he might become someone else's prey.

After thinking it over, although the risks on Wall Street were higher, the opportunities were also greater. Zhao Fusheng didn't mind making a small profit.

And no one knew that from start to finish, Zhao Fusheng had never planned to go all the way with Shanda.

Once Shanda went public, that would be the time for him to withdraw from Shanda Technology.

In Zhao Fusheng's view, Chen Tianqiao was too fond of taking risks and too deep. He could share hardships but not wealth. When Shanda Technology was at a low point, it was one thing, but now that the company was on track, Zhao Fusheng had felt more than once his domineering and arbitrary personality.

Moreover, he liked to interact with officials. Shanda Technology in Shanghai had become a star enterprise, and Chen Tianqiao and his wife had close ties with some officials.

In Zhao Fusheng's view, this was clearly a path to ruin.

A businessman can have dealings with the government, but he must not easily choose sides. While taking sides might bring more resources, once the side you choose fails, it means you'll never recover.

This was no joke. Not taking sides might slow development, but it would still develop. But taking sides meant being tied to a certain political force.

When the nest overturns, no egg remains intact.

Some people see this truth clearly, while others can never grasp it.

Fan Baobao didn't press further. She wasn't very interested in business matters. In her view, with Zhao Fusheng around, she didn't need to worry about such things.

"What, are you interested in buying some?" Zhao Fusheng looked at Fan Baobao and asked with a smile.

"No way. Stocks are risky, and very high." Fan Baobao, having heard it somewhere, said to Zhao Fusheng with righteous indignation, "I'm telling you, you should be careful too. Don't speculate in stocks, got it?"

Zhao Fusheng quickly nodded and replied, "Don't worry, I won't speculate in stocks."

Of course, he added in his mind, "I just let others speculate."

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Time passed quickly, and soon it was National Day.

Fan Baobao had a performance assignment to go with the People's Art Theatre performance team to grassroots units for a慰问 performance. Zhao Fusheng had originally planned to take her on a trip, but she said that as an actress, she couldn't be detached from the masses. Helpless, Zhao Fusheng had to give up.

Fortunately, Zhao's mother brought Fan Beibei to Beijing, which gave Zhao Fusheng a pleasant surprise.

Li Yuan and Zhao's father were tied up with business, so Zhao's mother and Fan Beibei had to come together.

Fan Beibei, visiting Beijing for the first time in her life, was extremely excited and dragged Zhao Fusheng to go shopping with her. Zhao Fusheng was happy to accompany her, taking his mother and the little girl around almost the entire city of Beijing.

During that time, he even took them to the siheyuan he and Fan Baobao had bought.

Zhao's mother was truly startled when she saw the siheyuan covering several hundred square meters. When she heard Zhao Fusheng say it was bought with the money he and Fan Baobao had saved, her eyes reddened immediately.

How touching is a parent's heart! Every mother hopes her son will succeed. Before, Zhao's mother had never had a direct understanding. Now, seeing that her son had already bought a siheyuan in Beijing, she realized that the boy who once needed to be under her and her husband's wings had truly grown up.

Fan Beibei didn't have so many emotions. The little girl just thought the courtyard was huge and played happily in it to her heart's content, until Zhao's mother and Zhao Fusheng urged her to leave, and she left reluctantly.

Even so, the little girl said that next time she came to Beijing, she would come here to play again.

Silently, the year 2003 had already passed more than half.