Chapter 1207: A Small Episode

Ideals are always beautiful, but reality is harsh.

Just like Zhao Fusheng now: he wanted his mother to come to the capital and enjoy a comfortable life, but when he called her, he was met with a merciless refusal.

"You brat, if I go to the capital, how can your father manage alone here?" Mother Zhao bluntly rejected her son's kindness, saying irritably, "I've struggled for so many years to become the boss's wife, and now that I can finally enjoy life, you want me to go wash your clothes and cook for you? Dream on!"

With that, she hung up the phone directly, not even giving Zhao Fusheng a chance to continue speaking.

Zhao Fusheng stood there dumbfounded, holding the phone for a long time without saying a word, feeling utterly defeated.

There was no help for it—she was his own mother.

"Was I bought with a phone credit top-up?" After a long while, Zhao Fusheng muttered to himself, then shook his head and looked down at Fan Beibei: "Beibei, isn't your brother pitiful?"

The little girl looked at Zhao Fusheng blankly, completely unable to understand his strange words.

Zhao Fusheng shook his head and said nothing more.

At Fan Beibei's age, she probably wouldn't understand him.

The two of them, one big and one small, walked hand in hand through the sales office. To be honest, being able to buy a house in the capital at this time generally meant one was in a fairly good financial situation.

After all, this wasn't like buying a computer or a watch; it meant shelling out hundreds of thousands or even millions for a house. In his previous life, Zhao Fusheng wouldn't have even dared to think about it.

But now, his goal had become to buy thirty houses in the capital.

Originally, he had thought about converting the siheyuan he bought into a villa, but then he gave up on that idea. After all, siheyuans were undoubtedly a good store of value; it was fine to live in one occasionally, but converting it into a villa would be a waste.

"Brother, brother, look, there's a car over there!"

At that moment, Fan Beibei suddenly tugged at Zhao Fusheng's hand and pointed to another place.

Zhao Fusheng was startled and followed the little girl's finger to see a car sales center not far away.

Smiling, Zhao Fusheng said, "What, do you want to go look at cars?"

He was just teasing the little girl, but unexpectedly, Fan Beibei thought for a moment and said, "Okay, okay."

Helplessly rolling his eyes, Zhao Fusheng thought for a moment and then nodded: "Alright, I'll take you for a look."

The little girl was just curious, but as for himself, he really did plan to buy a new car, since the cars he and Fan Baobao drove were already several years old.

Although Zhao Fusheng didn't mind, he was considering whether he should switch to a good car with more space.

"Go take a look?"

Zhao Fusheng muttered to himself, thought for a moment, and then pulled Fan Beibei toward the car sales center.

"Hello, sir. How can I assist you?" Naturally, a salesperson came over. The routine was similar: first compliment Fan Beibei on her cuteness, then ask Zhao Fusheng what he needed.

"Just looking at cars," Zhao Fusheng said with a smile.

He didn't ask about specifics, just walked around with Fan Beibei.

"Brother, that car is so pretty."

"Brother, I like this one."

Children's preferences change quickly, and Fan Beibei was no exception. As Zhao Fusheng took her around the sales center, the girl exclaimed loudly over several car models.

Fortunately, she was very cute, and although Zhao Fusheng's attire was casual, he carried himself with an air of authority. The people around were a bit puzzled but said nothing.

Soon, Zhao Fusheng's phone rang.

"What's up?" The caller was naturally Fan Baobao. Zhao Fusheng asked curiously.

"I'm a bit torn now. The houses are like this..." Fan Baobao explained the situation. It was simple: there were two villas available, one with a garden and swimming pool, and the other without a pool. The price difference was less than three hundred thousand.

"Buy the one with the pool," Zhao Fusheng said calmly. "We're not short on that money anyway. Over two million isn't expensive."

If he remembered correctly, this place was known as the premier urban landscape villa area in western Beijing. Located in Fengtai District, one of the six central districts, it offered both convenient urban transportation and living amenities, as well as high-quality natural scenery.

Moreover, while browsing, Zhao Fusheng had looked at the community introduction. It boasted exclusive access to the top educational resources of the High School Affiliated to Renmin University, offering a one-stop elite education plan from elementary to high school and international high school—rare in China. In a sense, it solved problems more important than buying a house.

In his previous life, Zhao Fusheng had a client who lived here; the housing price was nearly sixty thousand per square meter.

Now, the price here, based on the figure Fan Baobao got after bargaining, was nine thousand three hundred per square meter.

Only a fool wouldn't buy!

Spending two or three million on a house that would become over ten million in five or six years—Zhao Fusheng was certainly willing to make that deal.

After hanging up, Zhao Fusheng noticed the car salesperson beside him was stunned. Two million for a house, and this guy said it wasn't expensive?

Holy crap!

This was a rich guy!

Though he said nothing, his smile grew even brighter, and he eagerly began introducing various car models to Zhao Fusheng without any hint of impatience.

No kidding—if this guy casually threw out a little, it would be enough to close a deal.

Zhao Fusheng naturally understood the man's intentions, but he had no plans to buy a car today; he was just browsing, so he let the salesperson continue.

Soon, Fan Baobao and Zhang Qian, who had finished signing the agreement, walked over.

Buying a house wasn't like buying a meal or clothes; for a house worth over two million, paying in cash would require carrying a suitcase.

So today, they only paid a deposit. Tomorrow, Zhang Qian would accompany Fan Baobao again.

"How was it?" Fan Baobao walked up to Zhao Fusheng and her sister and asked.

"Just looking around," Zhao Fusheng said with a smile to Fan Baobao, clearly indicating he didn't intend to buy a car.

"Ah?"

The young woman who had been introducing cars to Zhao Fusheng and Fan Beibei was momentarily stunned, and a look of disappointment appeared on her face.

"Hehe, see that? She's a newbie."

"Yeah, Xiao Zhang misjudged this time."

"Serves her right. She could have just gone through the motions, but she had to be so diligent and play tour guide. What a waste."

It must be said that gossip is a common trait among Chinese people. Clearly, the saleswoman who had been showing cars to Zhao Fusheng and Fan Baobao was a newcomer, and one with poor interpersonal skills at that.

Zhao Fusheng didn't mind; he had seen such things many times before.

Workplace life always has various problems. Complaining to others is not just futile but also burdensome. As for the hardships fate imposes on us, we should let them pass without lingering. Because the mind is empty, we cannot bear suffering. And because wisdom is also empty, we can endure joy.

He wasn't a savior and had no interest in saving others. Whether a rookie or a seasoned veteran, Zhao Fusheng was just looking at cars.

"Let's go," Zhao Fusheng said with a smile to Fan Baobao and Zhang Qian.

The two nodded naturally, though they were puzzled.

Unexpectedly, the car saleswoman surnamed Zhang, though she could hear the taunts, remained calm and still wore a smile as she said to Zhao Fusheng, "In that case, you're welcome to come again. Here's my business card. If you ever want to buy a car, feel free to contact me."

Hmm?

Zhao Fusheng was taken aback, raising an eyebrow. His opinion of her rose a notch. Often, such insignificant people might not be worth attention, but they always had some redeeming qualities.

"Alright, thank you," Zhao Fusheng said with a slight smile, reaching out to take the card.

Others didn't notice, but Zhang Qian was quite surprised. He knew that Zhao Fusheng rarely accepted business cards from others.

Interesting!