Chapter 1070: A Sucker from China? (Part 1)

Tan Kaixuan had just been serious for a moment, as if the sun had risen from the west, then returned to his usual carefree, nonchalant demeanor, smiling at Zhao Fusheng and saying, "Anyway, it's your money, you call the shots. I'm just making a suggestion. Although we Chinese say don't judge success or failure, during my time in America, I've come to understand that no matter where you are, whoever has money is the boss. As long as you achieve success and fame, whatever you do or say is right."

Zhao Fusheng glanced at Tan Kaixuan, gave a noncommittal smile, but said nothing.

This was very much in character for him.

You see, Tan Kaixuan was actually more of a businessman than Li Chaoren.

Profit-driven, putting interests above all else—that was Tan Kaixuan's consistent style. He would never personally engage if he could use someone else to do the dirty work; he would never sit if he could lie down and work. He advocated that the winner takes all and would never put himself in a position where he was caught between a rock and a hard place. He would rather lose eight hundred to kill three thousand enemies.

That was Tan Kaixuan's business philosophy.

In his previous life, Zhao Fusheng already knew this guy would do business like that. Although he was impeccable with friends, everyone who knew Tan Kaixuan admitted that in the business arena, he was a complete butcher.

In this life, Zhao Fusheng had originally thought that Tan Kaixuan, under his influence, had changed somewhat.

But clearly, after coming to America and battling in the financial markets for a whole year, Tan Kaixuan was starting to show his bloodthirsty side again.

However, Zhao Fusheng didn't care about that. After all, Tan Kaixuan was wreaking havoc on Americans, not on his friends. Why should he worry about the Americans?

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After the rain cleared, the sky was azure, the clouds dense yet light. Walking along the road, counting the paving stones, occasionally a yellow leaf drifted down. It was a leisurely day, the sunlight pleasant. A few women passed by, seeming both cheerful and melancholic. A young boy walking a large dog went by, the wind lifting his hair, sweat glistening on his forehead. There were also men hurrying along, an elderly man shuffling, a young mother chasing after a child...

"So, life in a small American town is like this too," Dong Chenxi said softly with a smile from inside the car.

Where they were headed now was Tan Kaixuan's farm near San Francisco.

That's right, after being in America for about a year, this guy had simply bought a farm here.

"I've been considering getting a green card," Tan Kaixuan said to Zhao Fusheng.

Zhao Fusheng shook his head: "No need. Even if you get a green card, Americans still won't trust you."

He meant what he said. Tan Kaixuan had oversimplified things, thinking that with a green card he could integrate into American society. But in reality, that wasn't the case.

The mainstream society in America has always been dominated by white people.

Don't be fooled by the fact that later there would be an Obama who became president as a black man; he still represented the interests of white Americans.

As for Chinese Americans, ha, they're even worse off than black people.

Tan Kaixuan was taken aback. If someone else had said that, he might have scoffed or even directly refuted them, but since it was Zhao Fusheng speaking, he had to be more cautious.

After all, this close friend of his never told a lie.

Since Zhao Fusheng said so, it indicated that he truly thought the same way about this matter.

"You're in business," Zhao Fusheng said calmly, seeing that Tan Kaixuan remained silent. "For example, as long as your investments keep bringing them profits, these people won't have any opinion on your nationality. Conversely, if you make them lose money, it doesn't matter whether you're American or Chinese—the result is the same."

Tan Kaixuan frowned at these words but had to admit that Zhao Fusheng was right.

Seeing that Tan Kaixuan had already fallen into a contemplative expression, Zhao Fusheng said nothing more.

He couldn't help Tan Kaixuan much with business matters, after all, Zhao Fusheng didn't understand finance. Although he knew the general trend, if it came to advising Tan Kaixuan on which stocks to buy, Zhao Fusheng was well aware that he lacked that ability.

After all, even the stock of NetEase was something he remembered only because he had seen the news in his previous life. If he were to go to NASDAQ and act like a know-it-all, Zhao Fusheng knew he would most likely embarrass himself.

So Zhao Fusheng wisely refrained from meddling in Tan Kaixuan's business affairs. Tan Kaixuan was not a child; he had a team following him, and with Qian Dongliu, that steady and prudent man, by his side, as long as Tan Kaixuan didn't lose his mind, nothing major would go wrong.

"By the way, where's Old Qian?" Remembering Qian Dongliu, Zhao Fusheng asked Tan Kaixuan curiously.

Tan Kaixuan shrugged: "New York needs someone to keep an eye on things. I don't trust anyone else, so Old Qian is there most of the time."

Zhao Fusheng was taken aback, then laughed to himself. He really hadn't expected that Qian Dongliu could handle such a task.

Was this perhaps the so-called change?

Dong Chenxi didn't know Qian Dongliu well, so naturally she was unaware of the details. Hearing Zhao Fusheng and Tan Kaixuan's conversation, though a bit puzzled, she kept silent.

"By the way, that Facebook you're bullish on seems to be developing well lately," Tan Kaixuan suddenly remembered something and said to Zhao Fusheng. "But do you really think something cooked up by a few college students can take off?"

Clearly, although Facebook was doing quite well, in the eyes of someone like Tan Kaixuan, who now dealt with investments of tens of millions of dollars, it was just a bunch of students' pipe dream.

Dong Chenxi raised an eyebrow at this and glanced at Zhao Fusheng in surprise.

She naturally knew about this investment. Back then, Zhao Fusheng didn't have that much cash on hand, so he had Tan Kaixuan help with the funding. Zhao Fusheng had mentioned this to her before.

Zhao Fusheng was quite calm. Hearing Tan Kaixuan's words, he said, "I'll transfer that one million US dollars back to you later. I can only tell you this: if you think they're just playing around, think back to when I started the navigation website—what did you all say then?"

Hearing Zhao Fusheng's words, Tan Kaixuan was stunned. He suddenly felt that he had been overlooking something important all along.

After all, Zhao Fusheng was not the kind of person to do something casually.

Tan Kaixuan had come to understand this deeply ever since Zhao Fusheng began venturing into the internet industry.

Whether it was creating the navigation website or the virtual community, Zhao Fusheng had sold all those sites at the most favorable prices.

Would such a Zhao Fusheng invest one million US dollars for no reason in a website that was destined to have no future?

In that instant, Tan Kaixuan felt that he had been really, really foolish.