Chapter 1315: It's Hard to Be a Good Person

Actually, Dong Chenxi's thinking wasn't wrong.

But the problem was that Zhao Fusheng knew very well that for a company, especially an internet company, to develop, the founder's ability was very important.

Riding the trend was a characteristic of internet companies, but also a limitation.

In other words, if he rashly acquired Jiayuan.com, where this internet company would go in the future and what heights it could reach would not be something Zhao Fusheng could predict.

It might become China's largest online dating and marriage website in his hands, or it might fade into obscurity. Even Zhao Fusheng, a time traveler, couldn't guarantee that.

Therefore, Zhao Fusheng changed his initial idea and had Dong Chenxi acquire shares of Jiayuan.com, so that even if the company encountered problems after developing, he would have a chance to extricate himself.

But there was no need to explain this to Dong Chenxi. Different positions meant different perspectives on things. Zhao Fusheng understood this better than anyone.

Leaving the company, Zhao Fusheng got into the car and prepared to go home.

Shortly after getting in the car, his phone rang. Glancing at the caller ID, Zhao Fusheng frowned but still pressed the answer button.

"Hello."

"Chairman Zhao, hello, I'm Zhang Tao."

On the other end of the line came Zhang Tao's voice.

Zhao Fusheng was startled, then remembered that he had left his business card with Zhang Tao, telling him to go to the US to find Zuckerberg. Zhang Tao was a tough guy; he really did bring those materials back to China, but he didn't follow Zhao Fusheng's instructions to go directly to the United States across the ocean.

Zhao Fusheng had found it a bit strange at the time but didn't think much of it. Now, unexpectedly, Zhang Tao was calling him.

"Is there something?" Zhao Fusheng asked.

It wasn't that he didn't care about those children in Gwangju; rather, Zhao Fusheng knew very well that under the current environment, some things were beyond his ability to change.

If he wanted to help those poor children locally in South Korea, it would be nothing but a fool's dream.

This had been proven in the original history, and Zhao Fusheng didn't want to repeat that path.

"It's like this. I thought it over. If I go to the US, I have no connections to reach Mr. Zuckerberg, and even if I meet him, I'm of low status and my words carry little weight. I don't think he would help me without reservation. So I think it's best if you could make the introduction. Is that possible?" Zhang Tao stammered out his thoughts.

Zhao Fusheng frowned. He had to admit that Zhang Tao's idea was actually quite interesting, or rather, it was correct.

But the problem was that Zhao Fusheng didn't want to become a thorn in the side of the South Korean democratic faction.

Although the conservative party would be in power for the next decade or so, don't forget that after Park Geun-hye was brought down by her idiot friend in 2018, the person who ascended to the presidency was Mr. Wen, Roh Moo-hyun's right-hand man. He had many Gwangju faction members around him. If someone settled scores later, what would happen to his business in South Korea?

Better safe than sorry. Zhao Fusheng dared not take this risk.

"Zhang Tao, you have to understand. I sympathize with you and those children, but I am a businessman. I have my career in South Korea." Zhao Fusheng paused for a moment, then said, "Your idea is not bad, but if I directly intervene in this matter, do you think my business in South Korea can continue?"

Zhang Tao was taken aback. After returning to China, he had specifically looked up information about Future Group and realized what a high-level figure Zhao Fusheng was. That was why he had come up with the previous idea. But now, hearing Zhao Fusheng's words, he realized he had been thinking too simply.

Although Zhao Fusheng had a kind heart, he was still a serious businessman.

Since he was a businessman, he couldn't irrationally gamble his business to help unrelated foreigners.

"Chairman, then I..." Zhang Tao hesitated, clearly feeling lost now, because he didn't think that with Facebook's help, he could help those poor children.

Zhao Fusheng smiled. This was the limitation of the times. If it were ten years later, Zhang Tao probably wouldn't have such thoughts.

After all, even a health product company worth tens of billions could be brought down by a WeChat article that went viral, let alone something with solid evidence.

In the internet age, the speed of information dissemination represents a power that, when gathered, can shake people's hearts.

"What you want to do is your business. I'm just giving you advice." Zhao Fusheng said indifferently. "The specific choice is yours."

This was the truth. Zhao Fusheng could help him, but he would never stand in the forefront. In fact, he would try to minimize his presence, making it seem like it was just Zhang Tao's personal action.

Zhang Tao also understood Zhao Fusheng's meaning. After pondering for a long time, he finally said, "In that case, I'll prepare as soon as possible and go to the US to find Mr. Mark."

He knew that since Zhao Fusheng had said that, it meant he would no longer provide any convenience.

Hanging up the phone, Zhao Fusheng rubbed his temples with a headache and sighed.

Being a good person was a very hard thing, he knew that well. But if he hardened his heart and pretended not to see or know, he also knew he couldn't do it.

Why are pure businessmen the most terrifying people? The reason is simple: they only consider pros and cons, not relationships. Zhao Fusheng couldn't do that. He had family and friends, things that couldn't be measured by gains and losses. Making more money or not making money didn't really matter.

But Zhao Fusheng also knew that even if he helped those deaf-mute children, it wouldn't change most South Koreans' impression of China. In fact, in the eyes of many South Koreans, Zhang Tao's and his actions were simply meddling.

That's the nature of the masses.

Whether South Koreans or Chinese, it's the same. People always say that the Japanese civilians in the war of aggression were innocent, but don't forget that it was those so-called innocent civilians who sold themselves to buy warships, starved to gather military supplies, and even personally took up guns to invade.

Why did Sanlu become a toxic milk powder?

Do you really think it was just a problem with the top leaders? Hah, only fools would believe that.

The court verdict clearly stated that some unscrupulous dairy farmers, to artificially inflate the protein content of their milk, added things excessively, thus creating toxic milk.

So the question is, why did most of the dairy farmers escape legal punishment in this incident?

The reason is simple: in this incident, the role played by the law was not honorable. The public's attention was focused on Sanlu and the leading cadres, while those dairy farmers were naturally overlooked.

This is not a joke. Sometimes it really is like that.

In later times, Zhao Fusheng saw even more absurd things. Someone rode a shared bike out, accidentally fell off, and died of a heart attack. Logically, this had nothing to do with the bike company. But the problem was that the family wouldn't let it go, and the court felt that since the person was dead, they had to consider the feelings of the weak. To maintain social stability, they simply ruled that the bike company had to pay compensation.

Well, it was quite humanitarian.

Sympathizing with the weak and helping the weak is fine, but Zhao Fusheng would never do so at the cost of harming himself.

Because except for his parents and family, no one was worth him doing that.

"Chairman, do you need me to send someone to follow him?" At this moment, Hu Donghai, who was driving for Zhao Fusheng, asked.

Zhao Fusheng thought for a moment and shook his head: "No need."

Although he knew Hu Donghai meant well, in Zhao Fusheng's view, the subsequent development of this matter had nothing to do with him anymore. Even with Zuckerberg, Zhao Fusheng wouldn't take the initiative to help make contact.

After all, although Facebook was developing rapidly, Zuckerberg wasn't an unreachable figure. Zhang Tao should be able to find a way to reach him.

As for what Zuckerberg would choose, Zhao Fusheng believed that Sean Parker would provide the standard answer.