Chapter 0987 A Small Token

Many years later, many of Sun's relatives would still talk about this wedding.

After all, in their limited experience, it was the only time they saw those figures who only appeared on TV, in newspapers, or even in future internet memes, strutting right before their eyes.

The grand wedding went smoothly from start to finish, with no troublemakers or unexpected incidents. Sun Jun had originally worried that his snobbish relatives would make things difficult for Fang Minya, but during the toast, the elders who had been挑剔 before were now pulling Fang Minya close with great warmth.

As for the younger generation, needless to say, the cousins who had previously looked down on Fang Minya for being stingy and rustic were now obedient and silent.

One cousin who worked at Wanda Plaza quietly asked Fang Minya if she could take her to toast her department manager.

Fang Minya did not refuse but agreed with a smile.

She was now in a calm state of mind. Since Zhao Fusheng had said it in front of so many people, she didn't need to worry too much. Small, harmless matters could actually foster goodwill.

Moreover, she was quite satisfied to see her sister-in-law, who used to hold her head high and talk as if her eyes were on the top of her head, now acting cautiously.

Everyone has their own little thoughts; sometimes we just take what we need, and it's an unspoken understanding.

After the wedding, Sun's parents came over to express their gratitude. After all, they weren't fools. Having such a connection, even if they didn't interact often, as long as Fang Minya's goodwill remained, it might come in handy at a critical moment.

People in officialdom and civil service are more slick and clever than ordinary people; they won't easily offend anyone unless forced.

Zhao Fusheng didn't mind either. He smiled and addressed Sun's parents as uncle and aunt, with a friendly demeanor.

One doesn't hit a smiling face. Since they showed him respect, Zhao Fusheng naturally wouldn't make things difficult for them, especially with Fang Minya around.

But he also knew that with this wedding as a foundation, Fang Minya would no longer be bullied in the Sun family.

"I have things to do, so I'll take my leave now. Uncle and Aunt, I've prepared a small gift for Xiaoya and Sun Jun, just a token of my appreciation. I hope you don't mind."

Finally, Zhao Fusheng took a paper bag from Zhang Qian and handed it to Sun's parents.

The two were taken aback, exchanged glances, and seemed at a loss.

"He and I each paid half," Zhang Qian suddenly spoke up.

Compared to Zhao Fusheng, Sun's parents knew Zhang Qian and had heard Sun Jun mention him, since Sun Jun had visited the welfare home and met Zhang Qian when he was dating Fang Minya.

"Xiao Zhang, what is this?" Sun's father hesitated, took the paper bag, and asked.

Zhang Qian didn't speak; his gaze turned to Zhao Fusheng.

Zhao Fusheng smiled: "It's nothing. I heard that with your support, the young couple used the money they had set aside for their honeymoon to buy new clothes for the children at the welfare home. As the director of the welfare home, I accept your kindness, but please don't refuse mine."

He paused and then smiled: "The New Year is coming soon. I have matters to attend to in the capital and need to return in a few days. When I have time during the Spring Festival, I will definitely pay a personal visit."

Watching Zhao Fusheng and Zhang Qian leave, Sun's parents looked at each other in bewilderment. They opened the paper bag, took a look, and were stunned.

"A half-month tour of Europe?"

"A check for one hundred thousand yuan?"

To be honest, even if they racked their brains, they never imagined that Zhao Fusheng and Zhang Qian's so-called token would be this.

"This, isn't this too valuable?" After a long while, Sun's father said in surprise to his wife.

Even though both of them were civil servants with decent incomes, Zhao Fusheng's gift today truly shocked them.

"Maybe we should ask Minya?" Sun's mother hesitated and said to her husband.

In the past, she wouldn't have cared about her daughter-in-law's opinion. Although she liked Fang Minya's character, Sun's mother had always been domineering; even her husband had to follow her lead at home, let alone her daughter-in-law.

But now, her first reaction was to consult Fang Minya.

Hearts are biased; no one in this world treats everyone equally.

A gentle-natured girl may be endearing, but she is not one's own daughter. A mother-in-law and daughter-in-law are naturally on two different sides. If one side is not strong enough, it will inevitably become the appendage of the other.

No one is exempt from this.

Wasn't Zhao Fusheng using a series of tactics to build up Fang Minya's momentum, all to ensure she could stand firm in her husband's family?

Not to mention whether Sun's parents would go to discuss with their son and daughter-in-law about accepting this valuable gift, Zhao Fusheng was already standing at the hotel entrance, seeing off the important guests with his father.

After all, they had come today clearly to show the Zhao family great respect. As a return gesture, it was only natural for Zhao Fusheng, as the son, to see off the guests with his father.

After finally seeing everyone off, Zhao Fusheng left the hotel with his parents.

He didn't need to worry about what came next.

He hadn't said goodbye to Fang Minya; Zhang Qian was already there with his people, and he probably had something to say to her.

Old Zhao had recently hired a driver, said to be a distant relative. Zhao Fusheng didn't pay much attention, politely greeted him, and sat in the back seat.

"Dad, you're not taking me to the company, are you?" Zhao Fusheng stared wide-eyed at the direction the car was heading, utterly bewildered.

No wonder Dad had arranged for someone to take Mom home earlier and kept him here—turns out he had other plans.

"You little brat, you can't just come up with an idea and then wash your hands of it," Old Zhao said, glaring at Zhao Fusheng. More and more, he felt his own intelligence was lacking when faced with this kid, always sensing a strong condescension. Whenever that happened, Old Zhao consoled himself: he's my own flesh and blood, my own flesh and blood.

Zhao Fusheng naturally had no idea that his old man harbored such a 'grudge' against him.

So, this guy kept forging ahead on the path to self-destruction.

"Come on, I'm not your secretary. I've pointed you in the right direction; shouldn't the specifics be your own business?" Zhao Fusheng blinked, looking innocent.

His answer was a standard knuckle flick from Old Zhao, landing on Zhao Fusheng's head with a crisp sound.

"Ouch!"

Zhao Fusheng yelped, looked up at his father, but Old Zhao remained unruffled: "What are you looking at? Never seen a father hit his son?"

At that moment, Zhao Fusheng felt he might really have been a freebie thrown in with a phone bill.

But he understood his father's meaning—the old man just felt uneasy and wanted him to offer some advice.

Brothers fight tigers, father and son go to war.

Zhao Fusheng understood this principle well.

So he was only joking himself.

The car soon arrived at Wanda Plaza, and the father and son took the elevator up to Old Zhao's general manager's office.

"This office of yours needs a renovation," Zhao Fusheng said, glancing at the somewhat spartan office and pursing his lips.

"It's just an office; why make it so fancy?" Old Zhao clearly didn't agree with his son's view. In his opinion, an office was a place to work; making it too luxurious was pointless.

Obviously, the father and son had completely different views on this issue.

"You're the boss. The office is for work, sure, but it's also the company's face. It's like needing a good car to show your partners your strength," Zhao Fusheng tried to persuade his father. Old Zhao's business mindset, in a sense, was still stuck in the idea that 'good wine needs no bush.'

Not that this mindset was wrong, but the problem was, when your competitors were already gilding their strength and assets—

claiming they could do five million in business when they only had five hundred thousand—if you didn't take some measures, the business would surely be snatched away.

The marketplace is a battlefield; Zhao Fusheng had learned that lesson too well in his past life.

"Alright, alright," Old Zhao said with a look of disdain. "I'll have it renovated, okay?"

Zhao Fusheng chuckled and said no more. He knew his father had probably accepted his suggestion, just being stubborn.

Pouring a glass of water for himself and his father, Zhao Fusheng finally spoke: "So, tell me, what don't you understand?"

Clearly, the old man had some doubts about his earlier proposal, which was why he'd dragged him to the company for a chat.

Old Zhao didn't beat around the bush: "I just don't get it. If we get involved in too many industries, won't people get jealous?"

Jealous?

Zhao Fusheng frowned, then understood his father's concern—he was worried that being too high-profile might attract covetous eyes.

"Dad, aren't you overthinking this?" Zhao Fusheng considered for a moment and explained, "As long as we run legitimate businesses, the things you're worried about don't matter."

That was Zhao Fusheng's honest opinion. After all, there were rules in society; even if someone wanted to break them, they had to operate within a certain framework.

In short, if Old Zhao didn't break the rules, no one would dare to easily make a move on Wanda.

Of course, exchanges of interests on all sides were inevitable, but in Zhao Fusheng's eyes, that was acceptable. He had never thought of relying solely on his family's foundation to monopolize Wanda.

Are you kidding? The bigger the operation, the more people and matters involved. If you try to hog everything, in the end, you might not even get a sip of soup.

Ultimately, seeking common ground while reserving differences is the only way to achieve win-win outcomes.