Chapter 0983: Each Has Their Own Plans

In fact, the departure of Future Investment's group, aside from catching the attention of those in the know, did not draw much notice at the party.

Sacrificing the small for the big is human nature.

Where there are people, there are conflicts, and there will be interest disputes and social stratification.

No matter the time, a world driven by social stratification will only satisfy a portion of people, while those in weaker positions will inevitably have some of their interests stripped away.

The business world is no different.

Shengda Technology's annual meeting this time was, frankly, a signal to the outside world, demonstrating its strong cash flow while also releasing information about financing.

"Do you dislike Chen Tianqiao that much?"

Back at the hotel, Dong Chenxi no longer had to worry about being overheard. She frowned slightly and asked Zhao Fusheng.

At that moment, she was in Zhao Fusheng's room, with Zhang Qian guarding the door—safety was beyond doubt.

Zhao Fusheng chuckled and shook his head: "It's not that I dislike him, but he's too much of a lone wolf."

Dong Chenxi was taken aback, then fell silent. Even she had to admit that Zhao Fusheng's words did not wrong Chen Tianqiao. Though they had limited contact, in those few interactions, Chen Tianqiao had left Dong Chenxi with the impression of being overly autocratic, just as Zhao Fusheng said.

This man rarely listened to others' opinions and had an extremely strong personality.

Collaborating with someone of such temperament, without a strong heart, would likely drive you to anger sooner or later.

Chen Tianqiao was not yet the richest man, nor did he have that much fame; otherwise, Zhao Fusheng thought, the guy might well have thrown a tycoon's dinner party.

"What tycoon's dinner party? Does he think he's Buffett?" Dong Chenxi scoffed.

"Hey, did I say that out loud?"

Zhao Fusheng was a bit surprised, then laughed, unconcerned that he had just badmouthed Chen Tianqiao.

Dong Chenxi shot him a dirty look, then said, "I've actually always hoped to become China's female Buffett."

Hearing this, Zhao Fusheng was quite taken aback. He glanced at Dong Chenxi and dared not speak.

Whether it was Buffett or Gates, their so-called dinner parties fetched tens of millions and still drew adoration from thousands. Personal charm and influence were one thing, but the most important factor was money.

Money is a good thing.

Everyone has their own way of making money.

Just like Wang Duoyu in "Hello Mr. Billionaire," who treated Buffett to a meal, and the sunset industry stocks he had bought earlier all skyrocketed.

At the end of the day, it was because investors trusted Buffett.

One had to admit that this investment tycoon could spark a wave of investment with just a casual remark; any industry he paid attention to would basically surge for a while.

Some say that the shareholders' meeting of Buffett's investment company is a gathering of the world's money daddies, whose combined assets could topple a country.

Compared to Buffett, figures like Jack Ma, who regrets founding Alibaba, or the billionaire who sets a small goal of making a hundred million, are really nothing.

These memes became hot because of the online trend at the time; the whole country was in an abnormal state of entertainment, with serious deviations in moral and ethical views. People liked to turn everything into entertainment, which in itself was wrong.

And the so-called 'Oracle of Omaha,' Buffett, was the true legend.

Now, Dong Chenxi, standing before Zhao Fusheng, actually aspired to be the female version of Buffett. Zhao Fusheng suddenly felt that he had cultivated an extraordinary woman. Could it be that the previous series of operations had ignited Dong Chenxi's ambition?

"What, you don't believe me?" Dong Chenxi raised an eyebrow and glared.

Clearly, Zhao Fusheng's reaction annoyed her. The guy obviously didn't believe her, thinking she was boasting.

Zhao Fusheng waved his hand: "It's not that I don't believe you. With our relationship, how could I not? I'm just surprised that you've taken an interest in investing."

He paused, then blinked: "And don't forget, venture capital and stock investment are not the same. If you want to be Buffett, you'd probably have to go to the US and cooperate with Tan Kaixuan."

Hearing this, Dong Chenxi was first stunned, then her expression turned extremely stiff. She hadn't expected this; her bold declaration had become a joke to Zhao Fusheng...

But the problem was, she had set herself up for this, which made her a bit frantic.

"Hey, don't be mad. I understand what you mean, I get it." Zhao Fusheng quickly tried to soothe her.

Dong Chenxi knew that Zhao Fusheng was just joking. After a few laughs, she let it go.

"Overall, Shengda Technology's listing is inevitable. What we need to watch out for is whether Chen Tianqiao will pull any tricks after the IPO." Since they were on the same side, Zhao Fusheng didn't need to hide his thoughts from Dong Chenxi and laid out his considerations directly.

That's how business works: you have to be ready to fall out at any time. Today you might be close partners, and tomorrow they could stab you in the back with a smile.

It's not about who's right or wrong; it's just that they're not on the same path.

Zhao Fusheng understood this well, so he didn't blame Chen Tianqiao. Everyone had their own interests—it was normal.

"According to your thinking, maybe we should start contacting that James now," Dong Chenxi said after a moment's thought.

After all, although many funds and VCs were interested in Shengda Technology, only Sequoia Capital seemed to have made direct contact so far.

Zhao Fusheng smiled faintly and said, "We can make contact, but don't rush. After all, Shengda is still at least a year away from listing. An IPO isn't that easy."

Dong Chenxi nodded, indicating she understood Zhao Fusheng's meaning—essentially, they would wait for the best offer.

"Let's leave it at that. You handle the rest. We'll leave Shanghai tomorrow for Shenzhen to check on Tencent," Zhao Fusheng concluded.

Clearly, he had nothing more to say about Shanghai.

Having attended the party today, he had understood Chen Tianqiao's many ideas. The rest was straightforward—just going through the motions.

But while everyone was wary of him trying to take over Shengda Technology, they didn't know that he had never intended to play the 'same boat' game with Chen Tianqiao.

IPO, cash out, exit—that was Zhao Fusheng's plan.

He just hadn't revealed it before.

Now that Dong Chenxi knew, the rest was up to her.

After a few more words, Dong Chenxi left, and Zhang Qian entered.

"After we make a round, we'll go home."

Zhao Fusheng smiled and said, "I remember a sister from the welfare home is getting married, right?"

A warm smile broke through Zhang Qian's cold face. He nodded: "Yes, Xiaoya is getting married."

"Alright, call back and arrange the wedding at the Wanda Hotel. I'll cover the costs, as the director giving a gift to our sister." Zhao Fusheng smiled, then added, "Also, have Yang Panpan prepare 100,000 yuan in cash as her dowry."

"No need, that's too much." Zhang Qian quickly shook his head. Following Zhao Fusheng's plan would cost a lot.

Moreover, Xiaoya was just the first child from the welfare home to marry; there were many others. Doing this for everyone would be too wasteful.

For Zhang Qian, who had been poor all his life, this was far too extravagant.

Zhao Fusheng glared at him: "Who's in charge, you or me? Do you want to be the director?"

Zhang Qian was speechless. Zhao Fusheng's rogue attitude was really asking for a punch.

If not for fear of hurting him, Zhang Qian felt like punching that guy in the face. Having money was fine, but being so arrogant was wrong.

But he also understood that Zhao Fusheng was helping the children from the welfare home in his own way.

After all, being orphaned meant facing disdain in society. Zhang Qian himself knew how much hardship and tears he had endured since childhood.

And Xiaoya was a girl.

"Thank you."

After a long while, Zhang Qian uttered two words.

Besides thank you, he really didn't know what to say. Perhaps this was why Grandpa had entrusted the welfare home to Zhao Fusheng—because he always considered everyone's feelings.

Zhao Fusheng waved his hand: "Don't be so sentimental. We're family, no need for such politeness."

To him, people from the welfare home were loyal and had no one else to rely on—exactly the kind of people he preferred to employ. Lack of ability could be trained, lack of education could be remedied; if they weren't suited for management, they could be clerks. But no matter what, their background meant they would mostly protect Zhao Fusheng's interests.

This was Zhao Fusheng's helpless move—he had too few reliable people.

Cultivating talent took time, and Zhao Fusheng had risen too fast to have that many talents. His circle was narrow; he didn't know any big shots, couldn't just exude kingly aura and have countless followers bow to him.

So he had to choose the slower way: pick the best among the mediocre and accumulate gradually.

At the very least, these people from the welfare home had suffered hardship and would cherish the hard-won happiness. Zhao Fusheng believed they would be willing to work for his companies.