Chapter 1360: Honeymoon Trip

The purpose of Zhao's mother and Li Yuan's visit was simple: to urge them to have a child.

This was a joint decision made by both sets of elders after discussion. In the eyes of Zhao's parents and Li Yuan, nothing was more important than Zhao Fusheng and Fan Baobao having a child as soon as possible.

On one hand, considering that Zhao Fusheng and Fan Baobao were no longer young, if they didn't have a child soon, it would become more troublesome in a few years when Fan Baobao was older. On the other hand, Zhao Fusheng's business was so vast that having no heir yet was not a good thing.

Having a child would provide psychological comfort to all parties involved.

Throughout history, whether for a regime or a group, whether the leader had an heir was a very important matter.

For example, when Huo Qubing died of illness, his eight-year-old son also died unexpectedly after Emperor Wu of Han performed the Fengshan ritual at Mount Tai. The Marquis of Champion Hou family line was completely cut off, and only his half-brother Huo Guang could inherit his reputation.

But what if Huo Qubing's son hadn't died?

The vast military aristocratic group centered around Huo Qubing and even his son, coupled with Emperor Wu's favor and trust—what kind of scene would that have been?

Even just imagining it made one's mind wander.

Zhao Fusheng was actually facing a similar situation.

The Future Group was developing very rapidly. Without exaggeration, given another ten years, Zhao Fusheng could guarantee that the Future Group would become the most well-known and competitive large comprehensive group in the country.

What did this mean?

It meant that as long as Zhao Fusheng had an heir, his team would work desperately hard, because their boss's business would not come to an end just because the boss was gone.

Zhao Fusheng understood this, but being pointed out by the elders, he and Fan Baobao still blushed a little.

"Fusheng, don't be shy." Seeing that Zhao Fusheng and Fan Baobao were both a bit embarrassed, Li Yuan smiled and said, "We old folks have been through it. We have more experience and see further. This matter is really no joke."

Zhao Fusheng nodded: "I understand."

Even Fan Baobao nodded with a red face.

She wasn't stupid. With Zhao Fusheng's vast assets, the sooner there was an heir, the more beneficial it would be for the company's development.

But regardless, having such a private matter between the two of them brought up by her own mother in person still felt strange.

This led to Zhao Fusheng being thoroughly dealt with by Fan Baobao after Li Yuan and the others left.

"It's all your fault!"

Fan Baobao slapped Zhao Fusheng's back hard. In her view, all the blame lay with Zhao Fusheng. If he hadn't been lazy, she might have already had a baby.

Zhao Fusheng endured Fan Baobao's "punishment" helplessly, because he was also speechless.

"It was clearly you who insisted on contraception back then," he muttered silently in his heart, a complaint only he could hear, while obediently letting his wife vent.

Women, after all, are born with the right to be unreasonable, and you can't do anything about it.

It's called talent.

Arguing with a woman is the stupidest thing in the world. Zhao Fusheng didn't intend to do anything so boring, so he just silently endured.

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In late August, the temperature in Ninghai was still hovering around thirty-one degrees Celsius. The scorching heat was truly unbearable.

Yesterday, it finally rained. I thought it would cool down, but not only did the temperature not drop, it actually got hotter. Ninghai is a small city to begin with, and now it felt like a steamer. People on the streets were like steamed buns in a basket, puffing out hot steam.

Walking on the street, the hot air seemed ready to ignite at the slightest spark.

Zhao Fusheng had originally wanted to accompany Fan Baobao shopping, but she refused.

Using the hot weather as an excuse, the two decided to go on their honeymoon.

"Are we really not going back to the capital?"

Sitting in the train heading to Shanghai, Fan Baobao asked Zhao Fusheng in a low voice.

She had thought that Zhao Fusheng would return to the capital first to handle company matters. After all, as the boss, he couldn't just never go to the office.

Zhao Fusheng smiled slightly and gently shook his head. "No need. There's nothing major anyway. If something comes up, they'll call me."

This was the truth. The company was now on the right track. Most matters were handled by Zheng Yao, the CEO. Even if she couldn't handle something, Dong Chenxi and the others could discuss and resolve it.

Only when there was a truly unsolvable problem and a deadlock among them would they call Zhao Fusheng, hoping he, as the boss, would make the final decision.

For Zhao Fusheng, this was something he was happy to see. After all, if his subordinates were all of one mind, he, as the boss, would have to worry.

Conversely, if his subordinates had disagreements, it actually helped Zhao Fusheng manage the entire company.

"Alright then, where do we go first?" Fan Baobao asked Zhao Fusheng.

Zhao Fusheng thought for a moment. "Zheng Yao and the others arranged a private guide. After we arrive in Shanghai, they'll contact us. For Europe, I want to visit Cannes, then go to the US and meet Mark Zuckerberg to discuss Facebook issues."

Cannes?

Fan Baobao was startled, then broke into a smile and nodded emphatically. "Great! That's wonderful!"

As an actress, especially a film actress, how could she not yearn for a film圣地 like Cannes?

"Over there, we might run into some famous directors. Should we find a reporter to take pictures of you?" Zhao Fusheng asked Fan Baobao with a smile.

Fan Baobao was taken aback, then frowned slightly. "What would I need that for? I don't plan to act in any films for the next three years."

Looking at the woman beside him, Zhao Fusheng smiled. His wife was sensible, unlike those red-carpet starlets of later years who would strip naked at the mention of Cannes, each thinking they were China's Sophie Marceau. They should take a piss and look in the mirror—was it that easy to crash the red carpet?

Speaking of red-carpet starlets, domestically there were Tax-Bingbing, Call-Girl-Yu, Pimp-Su, and Big-Mimi, all of whom had done such things.

Of course, their excuses were also plausible: although they had no film works selected for the festival, they were invited by sponsoring brands to endorse their products.

As for those who took six minutes to walk twenty meters without budging, or the Houston Best Actress expelled by security, or the nine-minute carpet sisters, they were utterly speechless.

But this had nothing to do with Zhao Fusheng. He was just taking his wife on their honeymoon.

As for the storms of Cannes, what did they have to do with him? He wasn't a protégé of Third Master Han, nor did he have ties with King Wang. Zhao Fusheng was just an ordinary person.