Chapter 1152: A Grand Gesture

It is said that childbirth is the most dangerous and painful thing in the world, and Zhao Fusheng sincerely believed it.

Though he couldn't empathize, seeing Zhou Yun's pale face as she was wheeled out of the delivery room, Zhao Fusheng knew she must have endured a great deal.

The women present followed into the ward, while Zhao Fusheng, Ye Jing, and the others stayed outside with Jiang Wen.

"Father of the child, come over."

At that moment, a nurse carried out a tiny bundle. Jiang Wen hurried over: "Me, me, me."

"Congratulations, it's a daughter," the nurse said.

"Thank you, thank you." Overjoyed, Jiang Wen quickly took his daughter and thanked the nurse profusely.

Ye Jing didn't dare to be remiss either; he handed out prepared red envelopes to the nurses and doctors.

After all, Jiang Wen was a celebrity, so giving out red envelopes wouldn't draw criticism; everyone would just think he knew how to handle people.

"Look, she looks so much like me."

Holding the child, Jiang Wen turned to Zhao Fusheng and said.

Hearing this, Zhao Fusheng's mouth twitched. He looked helplessly at Jiang Wen: "Old Jiang, let's be honest—do you think a girl who looks like you or Jiang Wu would have much of a future?"

Everyone was stunned for a moment, then burst into laughter.

"Hahahaha!"

"Haha, a girl who looks like Old Jiang!"

"Oh no, what's to be done?"

The group of men laughed until they were breathless. Even Jiang Wu couldn't help laughing, then said to Jiang Wen: "Bro, for a girl, it's better she looks like our sister-in-law. If she looks like us, finding a partner will be a problem."

With a snort, Jiang Wen couldn't help himself and laughed heartily.

"Let's get this straight: since she's a daughter, Baobao and I will be her godparents," Zhao Fusheng said after laughing, addressing Jiang Wen. "I've prepared a gift for my goddaughter. Don't refuse, and don't object. When she grows up, consider it my coming-of-age gift to her."

"What gift?"

At these words, even Zhao Baogang and the others became curious.

"Nothing much. Since she's my goddaughter, I plan to give her one percent of the shares of Future Investment Fund," Zhao Fusheng said calmly. "I won't give shares of the group, because that involves future plans. But the investment fund—I don't plan to list it or make it a private equity; it's just my personal company, and I have the final say."

"Hiss!"

Zhao Baogang drew in a sharp breath.

As for the others, they exchanged glances, and their looks toward the tiny person in Jiang Wen's arms changed.

"Damn, I'm not married and have no son, otherwise I'd arrange a child betrothal with this girl right now," Ye Jing muttered to himself. "Even if she looks like Old Jiang, that's fine!"

Surprisingly, no one refuted his words.

Because in the hearts of the men present, they actually felt there was nothing wrong with what Ye Jing said.

Those who could appear outside the delivery room were naturally Jiang Wen's close friends, and they all knew Zhao Fusheng's background. They were also clear that among his companies, Future Advertising and Future Film and Television—one had already developed into a stable form, the other was still developing, neither good nor bad—and Future Network Technology Company was more involved in internet website development, showing little for now.

Only Future Investment Fund, in fact, controlled the most capital of the entire Future Group.

Not to mention anything else, just the stocks of several companies held by Future Investment Fund were enough to make people's hearts race.

Tencent Technology, Huayi Brothers, NetEase Technology.

Among these three companies, except for Huayi which had not yet gone public, the other two were legitimate listed companies. In other words, one percent of Future Fund's shares, even calculated at current stock prices, would be tens of millions of dollars or more.

And all of this was merely a coming-of-age gift for a child less than an hour old.

While everyone was amazed at the close friendship between Zhao Fusheng and Jiang Wen, they also felt envy for that tiny figure. Born only moments ago, she already possessed wealth that ordinary people would need a lifetime to acquire; her future was beyond worry.

"You, I won't say thank you," Jiang Wen said, holding the child, silent for about ten seconds, then looking up at Zhao Fusheng.

Zhao Fusheng shrugged: "Saying thank you is useless anyway; it's not for you."

Everyone smiled, but Zhao Baogang, sensitive as he was, understood that the rise of Future Film and Television seemed unstoppable.

Not to mention the backing of a super-rich man like Zhao Fusheng, just the alliance of Jiang Wen and Ye Jing was enough to make those with ill intentions keep their distance.

Moreover, with Zhao Fusheng giving such a grand gift to Jiang Wen's daughter, Jiang Wen would never leave Future Film and Television for the rest of his life.

With such a heavyweight in place, he could prop up a film and television company. No matter how badly Future Film and Television failed, as long as Jiang Wen was at the helm, there would always be hope for a comeback.

Such was the ability and confidence of a top actor and director.

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The baby couldn't stay outside for long. Soon, Zhao Fusheng accompanied Jiang Wen and Jiang Wu to send the child to the ward.

Zhao Baogang and Wang Zhongjun lagged behind, walking at the rear.

"What a grand gesture," Wang Zhonglei remarked, watching Zhao Fusheng and the others disappear into the elevator.

Whether Zhao Fusheng's action was intentional or not, what he did today would definitely make Jiang Wen stay loyal to Future Film and Television.

One had to admit, this move was incredibly clever.

"Making a billion at such a young age, do you really think he's a fool?" Wang Zhongjun said to his brother calmly. "At the very least, in my view, among young people of his age in this country, no one is more formidable than Fusheng."

Then he turned to Zhao Baogang: "Baogang, it seems we all need to take 'A World Without Thieves' more seriously."

Zhao Baogang laughed: "Of course. It's a good opportunity to make money, and since they're willing to include us, we should cooperate."

All were smart people, none fools, and they fully understood each other's ways of doing things. In the current situation within the Beijing circle, Huayi Brothers focused on films, Xinbaoyuan on TV dramas, and Future Film and Television had merely dabbled in both.

But now, with Zhao Fusheng's move today, both Zhao Baogang and Wang Zhongjun knew that Future Film and Television would definitely enter both the TV drama and film production industries simultaneously.

Yet they had no way to stop it, because the Jiang brothers, both Jiang Wen and Jiang Wu, were talented individuals, and with Zhao Fusheng's substantial financial backing, they could only acquiesce to their entry.

More importantly, since they couldn't drive away such a powerful competitor, they had to seek common ground while reserving differences and make money together.

Merchants pursue profit; business is like that.

Talking about friendship with a merchant is often a very foolish thing.

Talking about love with a prostitute and about righteousness with a merchant—these are behaviors only madmen would engage in. Zhao Baogang and Wang Zhongjun were not madmen; they were smart people and naturally knew how to choose.