Chapter 1008: A Son's Trick

"This time when I came back, Minya and the others talked with me. They want to work for you," Zhang Qian said slowly, looking at Zhao Fusheng.

Zhao Fusheng was taken aback. "Work for me?"

"Mm, this is the only way they think they can repay you," Zhang Qian continued. "I agree too."

When Fang Minya and the others proposed this, Zhang Qian agreed without much hesitation.

The reason was simple: in Zhang Qian's view, this was indeed a good approach.

At the very least, the younger siblings from the welfare home would find new jobs, and Zhao Fusheng would gain a few trusted people.

As the "steward" now handling most of Zhao Fusheng's affairs, Zhang Qian knew well that Zhao Fusheng didn't have many truly trustworthy people around him.

Although these younger siblings from the welfare home might not have high educational backgrounds, and their abilities were yet unknown, at the very least, they joined with a heart full of gratitude toward Zhao Fusheng.

In other words, under these circumstances, they were actually reliable hands.

Of course, the final decision still rested with Zhao Fusheng.

"Sure."

Contrary to Zhang Qian's expectations, Zhao Fusheng didn't hesitate at all and nodded in agreement immediately.

Actually, Zhang Qian had missed an important point: for Zhao Fusheng, he himself wanted people he could trust to join him.

Zhao Fusheng had considered this before—having young people from the welfare home work for him would both provide them with decent jobs and give him more confidants.

At the very least, if something happened, even if these people lacked ability, they would tell him the truth and not deceive him.

But he had been reluctant to bring it up before, as if his initial help to the welfare home had been with ulterior motives.

Now that Zhang Qian had taken the initiative, it couldn't be better.

"Don't you want to think it over?" Zhang Qian was stunned and asked in surprise.

Zhao Fusheng laughed. "Think it over? They're not outsiders. Besides, with you handling the screening, I'm quite at ease."

Zhang Qian shook his head helplessly, but felt a bit moved inside—this was Zhao Fusheng's trust in him.

"How should we assign them?" Zhang Qian thought for a moment and asked Zhao Fusheng. This was crucial, as these people had different situations; some had abilities, while others might only be suited for basic work.

Although he wished they could all have high-paying, decent jobs, Zhang Qian knew that was impossible.

The world has never been fair. Some are born well and enjoy the best from the start, while others may toil all their lives just to afford a toilet in someone else's house.

It sounds unfair, but that's the reality.

No one wants to live in a welfare home forever. If there was a chance, Zhang Qian hoped the children of his younger siblings could live better lives in the future.

And clearly, following Zhao Fusheng was undoubtedly the best opportunity.

"You handle it."

After thinking, Zhao Fusheng said, "My personal suggestion is to let them start at Wanda first to test their abilities. Then, if any are suitable, they can come with us."

Zhang Qian was dumbfounded. After mulling it over for a while, he gave Zhao Fusheng a strange look. This was clearly a strategy to have Wanda train talents for him, yet he made it sound so noble.

But considering they were father and son, he dropped any other thoughts.

After all, Wanda would belong to Zhao Fusheng in the future; using it in advance now was fine.

While the two were discussing matters, Zhao's father was chatting happily with the young people.

To be honest, he hadn't felt such a sense of achievement in a long time.

The price of having an outstanding son was that Zhao's father had felt little accomplishment in front of Zhao Fusheng over the past two years. Often, before he could make a decision, Zhao Fusheng had already judged the outcome.

The company had just started to improve, already looking like a leading local enterprise in Ninghai, when Zhao Fusheng came home for the Spring Festival and dropped a bombshell that nearly stunned the whole family.

Starting from scratch at twenty-five, with assets over a hundred million, maybe even more.

To be honest, Zhao's father felt that this son of his might be fake...

Now, the young people around him were much more normal. Around the same age as his son, most had just graduated and left campus, looking at him with admiration.

In Zhao's father's view, this was how young people of that age should behave.

His own son...

Heh~

If Zhao Fusheng knew his father's resentment, he would surely laugh to himself. Probably all parents are like this: they want their children to succeed and surpass them, but if the child really does surpass them, they feel a hint of loss.

"Oh, having a good chat?"

At that moment, Zhao Fusheng and Zhang Qian came out from the balcony and saw Zhao's father chatting with them. Zhao Fusheng smiled and said.

"They're all good kids, more sensible than you," Zhao's father glared at Zhao Fusheng and said.

Zhao Fusheng blinked, looking innocent.

But recalling what he and Zhang Qian had just discussed, he said to his father, "If you think it's good, how about letting them work at Wanda?"

Huh?

Zhao's father was startled and looked at Zhao Fusheng in surprise. "Are you serious?"

"Serious." Zhao Fusheng nodded, not hiding anything. "Start from the bottom. If they have ability, you can promote them. What do you think?"

"That's fine," Zhao's father rubbed his chin, looking at Zhao Fusheng. "But I feel like you're up to no good, kid."

Like father, like son. Zhao's father knew his son's character too well. Before knowing Zhao Fusheng's identity, he might have believed that Zhao Fusheng was recommending talent to him, but now, he absolutely didn't.

He had his own company, with people relying on him for a living. Would this brat be kind enough to push talent his way?

He really knew Zhao Fusheng too well.

Exposed by his father, Zhao Fusheng didn't mind. He grinned and honestly said, "Of course, if their abilities are honed, you shouldn't hold them back from seeking better development, right?"

Zhao's father nearly spat out blood. He glared at Zhao Fusheng and said crossly, "You mean I train them for you, and then you poach them from me, right?"

Zhao Fusheng blinked innocently. "We're father and son. How can you call it poaching? It's resource sharing."

If this weren't his own son, he would have kicked him out long ago.

Only this brat could make poaching sound so refreshing.

But Zhao's father understood Zhao Fusheng. After thinking, he nodded. "But I have a condition."

"Go ahead, go ahead," Zhao Fusheng readily agreed.

"Unless they volunteer, you can't actively lure them away," Zhao's father said flatly, looking at Zhao Fusheng.

Zhao Fusheng smiled. "Of course. I never force anyone to do anything."

If they leave on their own, it has nothing to do with me.

In his mind, Zhao Fusheng silently added.

He absolutely refused to take that responsibility.

Zhao's father didn't suspect anything else. He nodded and said to the young people from the welfare home, "You heard that too. In a few days, come to Wanda and find the HR manager. I'll give them a heads-up. But I'll say this upfront: you won't get any special treatment because of your relationship with me. You'll go to whatever department suits you, starting from the bottom. Are you willing?"

In response, they all nodded eagerly like chickens pecking rice.

Are you kidding? A golden opportunity—why refuse?

Wanda was already a star enterprise in Ninghai, with high pay and good benefits. Although they had to start from the bottom, whether they were still in school about to graduate or already out in society, wasn't everyone starting from the bottom?

The tragedy and fortune of small people lie in the fact that no matter where they go, it's the same.

Leaving one company for another, still working as an ordinary clerk, but the latter offers better pay and a chance for promotion. If they perform well, they'll be valued. Why not go?

Moreover, they themselves wanted to help Zhao Fusheng. Those brought by Zhang Qian had naturally discussed it privately.

Although they hadn't entered Zhao Fusheng's inner circle yet, they had understood his intention: he wanted them to gain experience at Wanda first before joining him.

No one would refuse.

"By the way, does anyone know how to draw?" Zhao Fusheng suddenly thought of his idea from last night and asked the group.

Draw?

Everyone was startled. They looked at each other and shook their heads.

"My husband and I both know how," Fang Minya came out of the kitchen and answered Zhao Fusheng. "Sun Jun studied painting professionally. I'm an enthusiast; I learned some in college."

"I don't mean traditional Chinese painting, but comics," Zhao Fusheng explained with a smile.

"Comics?" Fang Minya blinked. "I'm not very familiar with that. I like sketching. He seems to know a bit of everything."

Zhao Fusheng smiled. "How about this: bring him to my place sometime, and we'll have a good talk. I have an idea that needs someone who knows drawing."

Bringing a comic to market successfully isn't easy, especially when the comic market isn't very thriving. Zhao Fusheng felt he needed to find a different path.

Fang Minya nodded repeatedly, but inside she was excited. She had a feeling that this time, she and her husband Sun Jun might embark on a different path.