Chapter 1107: Please Step into the Trap

Tong Zhenbang probably found it hard to understand the relationship between Zhao Fusheng and Zhang Qian. In his previous life, Zhao Fusheng, and in this life, Zhang Qian, were both men who had been crushed by life, their shoulders nearly breaking under the weight, yet they bore it in silence.

Such men, if given the chance to rise with the wind, would never easily let go of what they had finally grasped.

In Zhao Fusheng's view, from the moment Tong Zhenbang approached him to help launder money, the man was already on his blacklist. And in Zhang Qian's eyes, since Xiao Bao had once plotted to kidnap Zhao Fusheng and Fan Baobao, that man should no longer exist in this world.

Watching their retreating figures as they were about to reach the door, Zhao Fusheng suddenly said, "Mr. Tong, this brother of mine has a heavy hand. Perhaps we should call it off; I'm afraid he might not hold back."

Tong Zhenbang's eyes narrowed as he looked at Zhao Fusheng. "Chairman Zhao, that's going a bit too far, don't you think?"

Zhao Fusheng smiled sincerely, looking earnestly at Tong Zhenbang. "Mr. Tong, I'm serious. This country isn't as simple as you think. Some people and some things cannot be touched lightly."

Clearly, there was a hidden meaning in his words, referring to the time when Tong Zhenbang had sent people to secretly tail him.

Tong Zhenbang took a deep breath, his estimation of the young man rising a notch. This young man was truly not simple; no wonder he had built such a vast enterprise.

But even so, Tong Zhenbang's dissatisfaction grew.

Obviously, in his view, Zhao Fusheng didn't take him seriously at all. Otherwise, how could he speak to him in such a manner?

This was hardly the attitude of someone seeking help; it was more like coming to demand an explanation.

"Chairman Zhao, my two bodyguards are mercenaries who have seen blood. I hope your brother doesn't get hurt," Tong Zhenbang snorted, looking at Zhao Fusheng with a half-smile.

Zhao Fusheng shrugged. He had already said his piece; what happened next was out of his control. He only hoped Zhang Qian would go easy and not cripple Xiao Bao.

Watching them leave, the room now empty except for himself and Zhao Fusheng, Tong Zhenbang wiped the smile off his face and looked at Zhao Fusheng.

"Chairman Zhao, I think you didn't come here today just to have your bodyguard spar with mine, did you?" Tong Zhenbang said slowly, giving Zhao Fusheng a deep look.

Zhao Fusheng smiled but said nothing. Instead, he silently picked up a document bag he had brought from the start and handed it to Tong Zhenbang. "Mr. Tong, take a look at this first."

Though somewhat puzzled by Zhao Fusheng's actions, Tong Zhenbang nodded and took the bag. Opening it, he found a stack of documents. Suppressing his confusion, he picked them up and began to read.

The moment he glanced at them, his expression instantly became extremely interesting.

After a long while, Tong Zhenbang slowly raised his head, put down the documents, and looked at Zhao Fusheng. "Chairman Zhao, forgive me for speaking bluntly, but aren't you afraid I'll leak this?"

Zhao Fusheng laughed heartily and waved his hand. "Mr. Tong, you misunderstand. This isn't much of a secret. If anyone wanted to investigate, they could easily find it from the trading records on NASDAQ or NetEase. So there's no need for me to hide or fabricate anything, is there?"

Tong Zhenbang fell silent. As Zhao Fusheng said, there was no need to fabricate this information. And if Zhao Fusheng didn't care whether he leaked it, then it didn't matter at all.

But regardless, Tong Zhenbang now felt that he had truly underestimated this young man.

"Chairman Zhao, did you really buy those two million shares of NetEase stock at one dollar per share?" Tong Zhenbang asked, looking at Zhao Fusheng in disbelief.

There was no way around it—this news was simply too surprising for him.

Other matters were fine, but just this one item alone allowed him to conclude that Zhao Fusheng had netted at least over one hundred million US dollars.

Thinking that the money everyone had painstakingly saved over so many years of hard work was only three times the profit from a single investment of his, Tong Zhenbang felt somewhat wounded.

Hearing Tong Zhenbang's question, Zhao Fusheng smiled faintly: "More or less. The main operator at the time wasn't me; I just had someone buy NetEase stock. As for when the trader specifically chose to buy, I'm not sure either."

This was the truth. At the time, Zhao Fusheng had only issued his instructions; the actual executor wasn't him. He himself didn't understand the specific details of stock trading, at most picking up bits and pieces from Tan Kaixuan in his previous life, plus some self-study in this life.

If he were really forced to explain financial matters like stocks or futures in detail, he truly couldn't do it.

Zhao Fusheng had never denied this, nor had he ever thought of pretending to be profound or inscrutable in front of anyone.

Life is a book; superficial glamour is useless—what matters most is having wonderful content.

Young people like obscure books and profound movies because their lives are too shallow and need fillers. When they grow a bit older, they understand why old people like to rise at sunrise and rest at sunset, enjoy simple meals, and smile at all the complexities—because life, when it comes down to it, is just that simple. No need to pretend; no one is truly profound.

But Tong Zhenbang clearly hadn't expected Zhao Fusheng to be so candid.

In his impression, shouldn't businessmen be secretive, guarding information about how they made their fortunes?

But apparently, Zhao Fusheng wasn't that kind of person.

"Chairman Zhao's candor surprises me," Tong Zhenbang sighed after a long moment, addressing Zhao Fusheng.

Zhao Fusheng smiled: "I told you, I came with sincerity."

Tong Zhenbang nodded. Since the other party had spoken so plainly, it was indeed a show of good faith.

Seeing Tong Zhenbang's reaction, Zhao Fusheng chuckled inwardly. If the guy still didn't take the bait after he had put on such a grand show, it would really be infuriating.

But fortunately, judging by Tong Zhenbang's demeanor, he seemed to have believed him.

"May I ask what Chairman Zhao's specific plan is?" Tong Zhenbang, indeed tempted, took the initiative to ask.

He knew very well that according to Dong Chenxi, Zhao Fusheng had come to him because he had an investment plan requiring a large sum of funds.

Zhao Fusheng glanced at Tong Zhenbang and said slowly: "Mr. Tong, to be honest, I wasn't too keen on troubling you. I have my own channels; raising one hundred million US dollars wouldn't be a big problem. The information you have already proves my personal assets. You should understand what I mean, right?"

Tong Zhenbang nodded: "I understand. Given Chairman Zhao's wealth, I'm sure many people would be willing to invest in you."

This was heartfelt. From the material just now, Tong Zhenbang could confirm that Zhao Fusheng's visible assets already exceeded one hundred million US dollars, not to mention his astonishing ability to make money.

In other words, if Zhao Fusheng went out and shouted that he was in dire need of money, many people would be eager to wave their checkbooks and offer timely help.

So he was even more puzzled—why did this opportunity fall to him?