Chapter 1080: Admonition

Many things are hard to believe before they happen. People always use all sorts of reasons and excuses to refute what they think is impossible.

And once it does happen, they call it a miracle.

Zhao Fusheng couldn't really remember what the Greeks did in this European Championship. To be precise, aside from the words 'Regelhar' and 'Greek mythology,' his memory of this European Championship was basically zero.

But that didn't stop Zhao Fusheng from making the bet with Evan Williams.

Whether the miracle happened or not, the loss to Zhao Fusheng was minimal—at most a thousand dollars.

Leaving a deep impression on Evan Williams was worth it for Zhao Fusheng; this move wasn't a loss.

After exchanging contact information with Evan Williams, Zhao Fusheng took his leave. He had achieved his goal for the day, and there was nothing else to do by staying.

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“I heard you went to see a beauty?” Just as he returned to the hotel, Zhao Fusheng received a call from Fan Baobao.

“Stop watching those soap operas; they affect your IQ.” Zhao Fusheng held the phone, helpless. “And do you think I'd believe you're jealous?”

Caught by her man, Fan Baobao suddenly felt bored. “Can't you just play along?”

“Play along, my foot.” Zhao Fusheng was too lazy to tease her.

Lately, because of her work on a stage play, the girl had become obsessed with a rather boring pastime: acting out roles herself.

Yes, Zhao Fusheng now had to get used to his girlfriend occasionally transforming into a bitter wife, a strong woman, or a maidservant, and he had to play along.

Heh, Zhao Fusheng was immensely grateful for the rules of the People's Art Theatre. Fan Baobao wasn't taking on any random roles now; otherwise, he might have to work even harder.

“Is it someone important?” Fan Baobao asked Zhao Fusheng.

She knew his personality too well. Anyone he would go out of his way to meet must be very important.

Zhao Fusheng hummed in agreement and nodded. “Someone who will definitely surprise me.”

“Surprise?” Fan Baobao clearly didn't understand what he meant.

With a slight smile, Zhao Fusheng said, “You can think of him as a hen that lays eggs. To be precise, someday I'll make a lot of money from him.”

“I get it!” Fan Baobao said happily. “Just like Shengda Technology, right?”

In her mind, Zhao Fusheng's most successful investment was the four million he had put into Shengda Technology. Even she hadn't expected that money to eventually sell for nearly a hundred million dollars.

That return rate was incredibly high!

And in Fan Baobao's view, Zhao Fusheng must have gone to meet an entrepreneur like Chen Tianqiao.

Regarding his girlfriend's misunderstanding, Zhao Fusheng thought about it and didn't explain much. In a sense, Fan Baobao's perception wasn't wrong.

To Zhao Fusheng, Twitter was just an investment project he favored.

Only, the lead time was a bit long—two years ahead.

“By the way, when I chatted with Teacher Yang today, he said I can now take on acting jobs outside.” Fan Baobao suddenly said to Zhao Fusheng.

Acting jobs?

Zhao Fusheng was somewhat surprised. “Don't you need to work for three years before you're allowed to take outside roles?”

He and Fan Baobao had discussed this before.

Fan Baobao said helplessly, “Not three years, it's four years, dummy.”

“Oh, oh. Whether three or four years, I don't think you qualify yet, do you?” Zhao Fusheng said, holding back a laugh.

“Haha, it's because the theater leaders see that I'm naturally talented and suited for acting, so they allowed me to take outside roles.” Fan Baobao said smugly.

“Really?” Zhao Fusheng laughed meaningfully. “I have a feeling that's not quite the case.”

“Oh, come on, can't I brag a little?” Fan Baobao, frustrated by his laughter, confessed, “Fine, actually the theater is considering reforms. The old rules were a bit too rigid.”

Zhao Fusheng nodded. He also felt that the People's Art Theatre's rule was somewhat overcorrecting. After all, if they really wanted to prevent actors from neglecting their duties for personal gain, they could simply raise their salaries to solve the problem.

But on one hand, actors' salaries never went up; on the other, they were restricted from making money outside.

In other words, they wanted the horse to run but wouldn't let it eat grass—such a thing simply wouldn't work.

Of course, Fan Baobao getting the news early was obviously because of her relationship with Zhao Fusheng; clearly, someone was doing them a favor.

“So, what are your plans?” Zhao Fusheng asked Fan Baobao with a smile.

Originally, he had planned to let her join the filming of 'Kung Fu Hustle.' Fan Baobao had even mentally prepared herself to sacrifice her looks for the role. But after Stephen Chow reviewed her materials, he refused.

Simply put, he felt Fan Baobao's temperament didn't match the mute girl.

Even if she was the fiancée of the investor and screenwriter, in Stephen Chow's eyes, no meant no.

Zhao Fusheng had no choice. When Bai Jie informed him of the news, she was a bit uneasy, but Zhao Fusheng was actually relieved.

Stephen Chow might be a failure in social interactions, but one had to admit that when it came to his attitude toward film, he was truly meticulous.

Of course, that referred to this period.

Ten years later, well... emotional consumption was probably pioneered by 'The Mermaid.'

When a person carries too many interests on his back, he has to change. Because if he doesn't, the forces behind those interests will only give him two choices.

Either go with the flow, or GG思密达.

They say the entertainment industry is a vanity fair and a path of life and death. Once you enter this circle, it's not easy to retreat unscathed. So, many times, you really have no choice.

“I want to act, but not as the lead. I still lack confidence.” Fan Baobao hesitated and said to Zhao Fusheng.

She paused and explained, “If you don't like it, I won't do it.”

For her, acting was a job she loved, but it wasn't everything.

In other words, if Fan Baobao had to choose between Zhao Fusheng and her acting career, the answer was obvious: she would unhesitatingly choose Zhao Fusheng.

Some might give up love for their career, but Fan Baobao knew she wasn't that kind of person.

She was just a little woman who wanted to be protected. Living with the one she loved every day—eating, sleeping, going to work, coming home—that was enough.

“If you like it, go ahead. But first, no kissing scenes, no intimate shots.” Zhao Fusheng smiled and said to Fan Baobao.

“Got it, you big jealous guy.” Fan Baobao said happily.

She had long known about Zhao Fusheng's requirements and didn't mind at all. If she were in his shoes, she would have the same demands.

Putting herself in his shoes, Fan Baobao was always very considerate.

After chatting a bit more, they reluctantly hung up.

Zhao Fusheng knew exactly what Fan Baobao was thinking, but their relationship was solid, so he didn't need to worry about useless things.

In a relationship, trust is precious. If two people can't even have basic trust in each other, the relationship will be exhausting for both.

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In the following days, Zhao Fusheng had it easier. Dong Chenxi took her team to inspect companies for investment, while he, with nothing to do, was dragged by Tan Kaixuan to wander around Wall Street a few times.

In this global financial center, Zhao Fusheng truly experienced what it meant that time is money. Everyone here seemed like a wound-up machine, constantly busy.

“You know, I used to think I was lazy, but the longer I stay here, the more I feel that time is really precious.”

Tan Kaixuan leaned back on the leather sofa and said to Zhao Fusheng with a smile.

Zhao Fusheng nodded. “It seems you enjoy this kind of life.”

The subtext of this sentence was undoubtedly that he had accepted Tan Kaixuan's choice.

Everyone has their own destiny and must walk their own path. At the crossroads of life, everyone makes a final decision. No matter which path they choose, looking back years later, they will regret it. Because no one knows what the other path would have brought, and it's impossible to know.

That is life's greatest excuse and self-deception.

Zhao Fusheng had once thought of making Tan Kaixuan take a different path from his previous life, but he eventually found that fate sometimes has inertia. Or rather, for some people, the adventurous blood in their bones never lets the flame die out.

As a friend, the only thing Zhao Fusheng could do was minimize Tan Kaixuan's risks.

“In the US, the economy is showing some bubbles.” Zhao Fusheng looked at Tan Kaixuan and said slowly.

“Oh?” Tan Kaixuan raised an eyebrow and immediately sat up straight, looking at Zhao Fusheng. “Go on.”

He knew well that Zhao Fusheng might not be a financial professional and might not know as much as his experts, but when it came to grasping the big picture, the guy had an almost mystical ability.

So, Tan Kaixuan immediately became alert at Zhao Fusheng's words.