Chapter 1327 Warmth

In business, many things are often left unspoken.

Just like the topic Zhao Fusheng and James had just discussed, although neither had explicitly stated their stance, the meaning was already clear.

Since the serious matters had been discussed, it was naturally time to end the meeting.

Zhao Fusheng watched James leave, his expression calm, revealing nothing of his current mood.

"How did it go?"

Dong Chenxi walked up to Zhao Fusheng and asked softly. She had been outside during the meeting and had not participated.

Zhao Fusheng smiled faintly and countered, "Do you think someone like that would easily tell the truth?"

Dong Chenxi fell silent.

Future Investment was still too weak. Although it appeared to be developing well externally, the entire rise of Future Investment carried a strange air. After all, every move Zhao Fusheng made was precise to an alarming degree.

One must understand that the words 'mysterious' and 'strange' carry completely different connotations. The former inspires a desire to explore, while the latter evokes fear and even suspicion.

Such is the human heart; a single word can lead to vastly different thoughts.

"How are things with Masao Ono?" Zhao Fusheng glanced at Dong Chenxi and asked with a smile.

Dong Chenxi replied, "Masao Ono went back to Japan earlier. He said he'll arrive in the capital tomorrow afternoon. Do you want to see him?"

"Yes, the sooner the better." Zhao Fusheng nodded and said to Dong Chenxi, "Gather the latest movements of Alibaba and Yahoo immediately. Since Ma Yun was willing to tell us about this, it means the two sides might be close to signing a formal agreement."

Dong Chenxi nodded to indicate she understood.

Rubbing his head wearily, Zhao Fusheng patted Dong Chenxi on the shoulder and then left by car.

Watching Zhao Fusheng's retreating figure, Dong Chenxi felt a pang of bitterness but didn't know how to express it. She knew better than anyone how much effort Zhao Fusheng had put in to reach this point.

Others only saw that every investment Zhao Fusheng made was accurate, unaware that he often stayed up all night reviewing materials.

At that moment, with his back to her, the wind chimes beside Dong Chenxi tinkled crisply and distantly. The cold moonlight spilled down, outlining the weariness and loneliness in Zhao Fusheng's silhouette.

Clenching her teeth, Dong Chenxi made up her mind. As a friend and subordinate, this time she absolutely could not let Zhao Fusheng fight alone; she had to do something.

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Zhao Fusheng, of course, didn't know what Dong Chenxi was thinking. He had been truly tired these past few days, especially just now. His exchange with James seemed plain and devoid of any fireworks, but both of them were highly tense, afraid of saying something wrong that would let the other glimpse their true thoughts.

In such a situation, it was no exaggeration to say he was both physically and mentally exhausted.

It was only because Zhao Fusheng's mental age was several decades older that he could converse calmly with James under the latter's gaze.

One must understand that aura truly exists. Some people naturally command respect, while others are hard to refuse.

When he got home, even Fan Baobao noticed his fatigue.

"What's wrong? Trouble at the company?" Fan Baobao took his bag and asked softly.

Zhao Fusheng nodded. "A small issue."

Generally, he rarely discussed company matters with Fan Baobao, not to hide them from her, but because he didn't want her to worry.

This was probably a common flaw among men—they always liked to shoulder everything. Kafka once said, 'It is only because of responsibility that one is free; this is the truth of life.' That saying is quite profound.

"No matter what, you need to take care of your health." Fan Baobao poured him a glass of water and said, "Money can never be earned entirely. Our family is much better off now. Don't wear yourself out."

She wasn't the type of woman with a strong career drive, and she knew she couldn't help Zhao Fusheng much. What she could do was try to give him a warm home, a harbor where his soul could rest.

"Don't worry, I've already found a solution." Zhao Fusheng patted Fan Baobao's hand and smiled.

This was probably the most beautiful thing in life.

"By the way, did Beibei call?" Zhao Fusheng looked up and asked Fan Baobao.

Although Fan Beibei had returned to Ninghai, she called Zhao Fusheng and her sister every now and then, saying she missed them. The little girl clearly didn't want to stay at home.

After all, in Ninghai, Li Yuan really disciplined her.

Fan Baobao covered her mouth and laughed. "How could she not call? Today she called, complaining that Mom forced her to eat vegetables. She was full of grievances. That girl, you've spoiled her so much she doesn't listen anymore."

Zhao Fusheng smiled awkwardly. He knew he spoiled Fan Beibei a bit too much, but it was a habit he couldn't change.

"What do you want to eat tonight? I'll cook for you." Seeing Zhao Fusheng's awkwardness, Fan Baobao smiled and said.

Occasionally having moments like this in their relationship was actually quite interesting.

Zhao Fusheng wasn't that physically tired. Hearing Fan Baobao's words, he thought for a moment and said, "How about we go eat hotpot?"

"Whatever you like. I'm just keeping you company." Fan Baobao chuckled and nodded.

She meant it. Because she was an actress, her appetite had always been small, and she was prone to gaining weight, so she strictly controlled her diet. Most of the time, she just accompanied Zhao Fusheng when he went out to eat.

Zhao Fusheng knew this too, so he didn't insist.

They tidied up and left the house together.

The hotpot restaurant was near the neighborhood. Zhao Fusheng originally didn't want to disturb the bodyguards, but when he went out, he saw someone standing guard at the door. He opened his mouth to say something but ultimately stayed silent.

Zhao Fusheng understood that just as making money and keeping Future Group moving at high speed was his job, protecting him was Hu Donghai and the others' job.

With the high salaries they received each month and the company providing a series of conveniences for their children and families, the purpose was to ensure they would conscientiously fulfill their security duties.

These former military personnel now regarded protecting him as their primary mission. Zhao Fusheng had talked with Zhang Qian a few times and could only accept their protection.

A gentleman does not stand beneath a dangerous wall. Given his current status and wealth, being cautious couldn't hurt.

Arriving at the hotpot restaurant, they requested a private room. Zhao Fusheng and Fan Baobao sat facing each other.

At a table in the open area outside the private room, Hu Donghai and another bodyguard also sat down.

When they had gone out to eat before, Zhao Fusheng had invited them to join, but Hu Donghai refused and later seriously told Zhao Fusheng to try to pretend not to know them.

The reason was simple: for safety considerations.

Although he didn't understand why, Zhao Fusheng, respecting the professionals, agreed. But he also had a request: the bodyguards following him shouldn't overwork themselves; they should eat whatever they wanted and not worry about spending money.

So while Zhao Fusheng and Fan Baobao ordered inside, Hu Donghai and his companion outside didn't hold back and ordered a table full of meat and vegetables, though no alcohol.

"Come on, eat."

The hotpot soon boiled. Zhao Fusheng picked up a few slices of lamb, cooked them in the pot, and placed them in Fan Baobao's bowl.

Fan Baobao nodded, didn't stand on ceremony, and began to eat.

Zhao Fusheng took care of her, and she was taken care of by him. This was a habit formed since childhood that couldn't be changed.

It was like when Fan Baobao first came to the capital from Ninghai to study at the Central Academy of Drama. When someone pursued her, her first reaction was to compare them with Zhao Fusheng, and she found that no matter how she compared, she couldn't find a man who treated her better than Zhao Fusheng.

At that moment, she knew that she could only marry this guy in this lifetime.

Perhaps this was what they called fate.