Chapter 1190: A Suitor

Is there any reason not to eat meat that's delivered right to your mouth?

Zhao Fusheng couldn't think of one, and he had absolutely no reason to refuse such a good thing.

After all, if it wasn't just a coincidence of names, it meant that, out of the blue, he had the chance to become a shareholder of Jingdong Mall, one of the future e-commerce giants in China.

As they say, only a fool turns down money. For Zhao Fusheng, as long as there was no danger, he would gladly accept such a windfall.

"How about it? Eighty million in investment, we split it fifty-fifty." Han Bin looked at Zhao Fusheng and said.

Zhao Fusheng was taken aback and glanced at Han Bin strangely. "Just this little amount, and you don't dare invest on your own?"

Han Bin shook his head and smiled bitterly. "It's not that I don't dare, but I have many uncles and cousins in the family. My father can't suppress everyone's voices."

Hearing this, Zhao Fusheng naturally understood what Han Bin meant.

It was nothing more than the internal issues of a large family. Although Han Bin's branch was currently the clan head, the family was vast, with many interconnected relationships. Old Man Han was willing to give his son money to invest, but the other shareholders of the company might not be willing to pay for Han Bin's tuition.

If it failed, it would be their money lost.

Well, that was a helpless topic.

No wonder Han Bin insisted on dragging him into investing in Jingdong. It seemed he really believed in this project.

"To be honest, I've failed in several investments before. This is my last chance. The old man hopes I can grow up quickly." Han Bin looked at Zhao Fusheng and slowly revealed the truth.

In fact, apart from the profit from investing in Xiaonei.com with Zhao Fusheng earlier, Han Bin's investments over the past year or so had basically gone down the drain. Nearly a hundred million yuan had been poured in without even a ripple.

That was why the company's board had complaints about him. After all, one or two failures could be understood, but constant failure was awkward.

Human nature is often nasty. People always see failures but not successes. For example, the shareholders of Han Bin's investment company, Aipu, only saw his repeated failures and stubbornness in seeking projects, but completely ignored that just from the Xiaonei.com project, Han Bin had earned the company over fifty million yuan.

After listening to Han Bin, Zhao Fusheng looked at him calmly and said, "The path of life, you have to walk it yourself to know its taste. So I think you don't need to care about others' opinions at all. Even if you lose money, the one who ultimately bears the loss is you or your father. You need to take responsibility for your choices, so as not to disappoint your father's expectations."

Han Bin smiled bitterly. "Yeah, so this is my last attempt. If I fail, I'll go back to being a playboy living for pleasure. I hope you won't look down on me then."

Zhao Fusheng was silent. He could really understand Han Bin.

To survive in this world, live well, have a happy life, and leave a name on this land of China, one must succeed. If you give up hope, the outcome will not just be disappointment, but despair.

So-called hope is actually just an occasional negation of despair. Because it's occasional, it's hard to last. As someone who had been toyed with by fate for decades, Zhao Fusheng knew better than anyone that hope often turns into disappointment and then despair. The greater the hope, the deeper the pain of disappointment and despair.

But that doesn't stop people from longing for hope, because once hope is realized, the joy and satisfaction are enough to offset all disappointment and despair.

Zhao Fusheng thought of Fan Beibei's little face and Fan Baobao's bright eyes. He knew clearly that they were his hope.

Smiling, he held up a finger to Han Bin and waved it in front of his eyes. "Although it may be just a glimmer of hope, it's still hope. I think if possible, you should still grasp this hope, shouldn't you?"

Han Bin was startled, then a look of joy appeared on his face. "You agreed?"

Zhao Fusheng nodded. "How about this: we jointly set up an investment company, invest this money in Jingdong, and each hold fifty percent of the shares. What do you think?"

He didn't intend to make this investment under the name of Future Investment, because Dong Chenxi had previously said she didn't want Zhao Fusheng to make such impulsive decisions. Moreover, given the current situation of Future Investment Fund, Zhao Fusheng and Dong Chenxi were considering whether to split the investment company, with one part focusing on venture capital and the other on financial business.

Han Bin thought for a moment and finally nodded. "No problem. Such cooperation is the most suitable."

Admittedly, this outcome was a win-win. Han Bin got the help he wanted. After all, Zhao Fusheng of Future Investment had gained some reputation in the industry over the past year or two. With this foundation, his father's pressure on the company's board would be much lighter.

As for Zhao Fusheng, this unexpected pie from the sky, he couldn't guarantee it would be delicious, so he simply threw in forty million cautiously. Even if he lost it, he could afford it.

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The awards ceremony ended quickly, and the reception was about to begin. Zheng Yao was surprised to find that Zhao Fusheng hadn't left.

"Why haven't you left?"

She looked at Zhao Fusheng with confusion.

According to her understanding of her boss, Zhao Fusheng usually kept his distance from such occasions. Not only did he not attend, but he had clearly stated before coming that he would definitely not appear at the reception after the awards ceremony.

Unexpectedly, Zhao Fusheng was now standing right in front of her.

"President Zheng, and this is?"

Before Zhao Fusheng could answer Zheng Yao's question, a man in a suit beside her frowned and spoke.

Hearing this, Zhao Fusheng raised his eyebrows in surprise and looked the man up and down.

He was in his thirties, wearing a black suit, appearing polite, but giving off an air of looking down on everyone, with a haughty demeanor.

"Your friend?" Zhao Fusheng didn't answer the man's question but looked at Zheng Yao with a meaningful tone.

Zheng Yao rolled her eyes at Zhao Fusheng, knowing exactly what his gaze meant. "This is Mr. Liu Ming, Vice President of Giant Group. For our new quarter's advertising cooperation with Giant Group, Mr. Liu is mainly responsible."

"Oh, I see." Zhao Fusheng nodded knowingly and said to Liu Ming, "Hello, President Liu."

Liu Ming glanced at Zhao Fusheng and then at Han Bin beside him. Finding them unfamiliar, he naturally categorized them as heads of some small companies. After all, such people were common at today's reception.

Moreover, Zheng Yao's earlier question was quite misleading. In Liu Ming's view, Zhao Fusheng must be someone Zheng Yao knew.

"President Zheng, sometimes when making friends, you have to be careful. Not everyone is qualified to be your friend." Liu Ming looked at Zheng Yao with a flattering expression, but his gaze swept over Zhao Fusheng.

After all, Zhao Fusheng's current attire didn't look like a successful person. He wasn't even wearing a suit, just casual clothes.

"What?" Hearing Liu Ming's words, Han Bin immediately became upset. He had never been treated like this before and was about to curse.

Zhao Fusheng quickly held Han Bin back. "Forget it, forget it. He didn't call you out by name, so why bother?"

Then he winked at Zheng Yao. "I think Mr. Liu is absolutely right. When making friends, you have to be careful. Not everyone can be your friend."

With that, Zhao Fusheng pulled Han Bin and turned to leave, not giving Zheng Yao and Liu Ming a chance to speak again.

Watching Zhao Fusheng's back, Liu Ming snorted. Just as he was about to say something, he looked up and saw Zheng Yao's face as cold as frost.

"President Zheng, you..." Liu Ming was puzzled.

But before he could finish, he saw Zheng Yao staring at him with a dark expression.

This was an expression he had never seen on Zheng Yao's face. Since they first met, Liu Ming had been smitten with Zheng Yao. Using work as an excuse, they had interacted frequently, and he had been pursuing her ardently.

Although Zheng Yao hadn't said anything, their relationship was at least better than ordinary friends.

In fact, Zheng Yao had some fondness for this returned overseas talent. Liu Ming came from a good background, spoke decently, and as the vice president of Giant, he was a good match for her status.

But Zheng Yao never expected him to speak harshly to Zhao Fusheng.

Even before she could introduce Zhao Fusheng's identity, he had already been so acerbic.

A slightly likable male friend.

And Zhao Fusheng, who had co-founded the business with her and was now her boss.

Zheng Yao knew clearly how to choose between the two.

So Liu Ming didn't know that the moment he said those words to Zhao Fusheng, he was already out of Zheng Yao's favor.

"President Liu, I think we should just talk about work." Zheng Yao gave Liu Ming an awkward but polite smile and said lightly.

But the distance in her tone was unmistakable.

Liu Ming frowned. Although he didn't understand what had happened, he wasn't stupid. Clearly, Zheng Yao was dissatisfied with his attitude just now. Could it be that he had been too tough and made her lose face in front of her friends?

Obviously, some people never understand why they fail.