Chapter 1362 The Power of Money

In a place like Cannes, there are many scenic spots to photograph. After all, it is a film mecca, attracting pilgrims from all over the world.

Although Fan Baobao had no ambition to become a Best Actress, she didn't mind taking a few photos where celebrities usually walked the red carpet. Of course, it was just for her own amusement, pure self-indulgence.

"Honey, honey, is this the spot where Sophie Marceau once took a photo?" Fan Baobao stood under a sculpture, excitedly saying to Zhao Fusheng.

Zhao Fusheng looked helpless. He didn't understand this, so he had to look at Wu Sijie. After all, as a tour guide and someone who had studied in France for many years, he should know.

"Yes, Miss Fan." Wu Sijie smiled and explained to Fan Baobao: "This is where Sophie Marceau once took a photo. Not far ahead, she had a wardrobe malfunction..."

Ahem...

Zhao Fusheng coughed dryly and glared at this guy full of bad taste. Clearly, he did it on purpose.

Fan Baobao burst out laughing. As a film professional, she was familiar with Sophie Marceau's glorious exploits. As Wu Sijie said, if there were a ranking of wardrobe malfunction queens among film actresses, Sister Sophie would undoubtedly be the top candidate.

Seeing Zhao Fusheng look at him, Wu Sijie shrugged, looking innocent.

"You rascal." Zhao Fusheng shook his head and laughed.

Wu Sijie was an interesting person. Having spent many years in France, he had absorbed some of the French romantic temperament but still retained the restraint and subtlety of a Chinese person. Although Zhao Fusheng could see that he wanted to become his subordinate, he didn't show it too obviously.

He was a young man with great ambition but also very smart.

In his heart, Zhao Fusheng gave Wu Sijie such an evaluation.

To be fair, he didn't think there was anything wrong with the young man. Behaving like this in front of him was, strictly speaking, already quite good.

The hardest thing in life is to grasp the sense of proportion, because many things we think are trivial, but the speaker may be careless while the listener takes it seriously, which is very awkward.

Being caustic and lacking tact is different from being humorous; being blunt is different from being frank; being rude is different from being casual; being indiscriminate is different from being straightforward.

Zhao Fusheng knew this well.

But the next moment, after a Frenchman nearby said something, Wu Sijie's face suddenly darkened.

"What's wrong?"

Zhao Fusheng was a bit puzzled and asked.

He said this because he noticed that after the French bearded man said something, Wu Sijie turned around and spoke excitedly to the man. From his expression, it was definitely not a greeting.

"That bastard called us stupid Orientals!"

Hearing Zhao Fusheng's words, Wu Sijie turned back, took a moment to explain to Zhao Fusheng, then turned back to continue cursing in French.

"Damn Chinese pig! Take your woman and leave the place Sophie has been; you don't deserve to stay here..." The French bearded man seemed to be losing the argument, so he cursed in English, and Zhao Fusheng caught it.

"Bastard!"

Without a second word, Zhao Fusheng kicked him.

Bang!

The bearded man was knocked to the ground by Zhao Fusheng's kick.

Although the guy looked tall and strong, Zhao Fusheng had been trained by his father and grandfather since childhood. Even after starting his business, he hadn't given up exercising, so he was strong. Moreover, the bearded man didn't expect Zhao Fusheng to act without a word.

Caught off guard, he was immediately knocked down by Zhao Fusheng.

As they started fighting, Hu Donghai and the others, who had been hiding nearby, rushed over. Along with the bearded man's three or four companions, a group of people immediately scuffled.

Then...

Naturally, there was no 'then.'

Four elite veterans would be too embarrassing if they couldn't beat a few French civilians.

Although these French men looked burly and strong, they were no match for Hu Donghai and his men, who quickly subdued them.

"I'll give you one last chance. Apologize to my country and my wife, or else you'll be known by all French media." Zhao Fusheng said coldly in English.

He spoke slowly, slow enough for them to understand clearly.

The police always arrived late. When a few police officers appeared, Wu Sijie stepped forward to identify himself, but they didn't seem to buy it.

Zhao Fusheng looked at them coldly and said calmly: "Tell them I am a Chinese businessman. I have extensive businesses in the United States, South Korea, and China. Also, I am a major shareholder of Facebook. If this matter is not resolved properly, I will let the whole world know what the so-called romantic French are really like!"

He wasn't joking. For Zhao Fusheng, although those people might have just spoken casually, they insulted not only Fan Baobao but also his motherland. No matter what, Zhao Fusheng would not tolerate this.

If this were in China, he might have chosen to let it go after a quarrel, but abroad, even if it were just verbal provocation, he would never back down.

Enduring for a moment brings peace; enduring for a lifetime brings calm. But the problem is, if you keep enduring, you become a turtle hiding in its shell.

After hearing Wu Sijie's translation, the French police were stunned. According to Wu Sijie, the Chinese businessman behind him had assets exceeding one billion US dollars and was even the largest shareholder of Facebook, which was popular all over Europe. In other words, he had influence in the US too. Now, in Cannes, France, he had suffered unfair treatment.

Big trouble!

The police officers looked at each other, all realizing the seriousness of the problem.

If this were in China, the police might not have been troubled, because such matters would be resolved through mediation. But this was France, a capitalist society.

Although unwilling to admit it, at least wealthy Chinese still care about face, while capitalists truly don't care about face at all.

From ancient times to the present, in China, a ruler with a little self-awareness would not stoop to bully those beneath him.

Because doing so would make him a laughingstock for the whole society.

This is no joke. People have sympathy, and it doesn't change with status. If a rich man quarrels with a poor man in China, even if the rich man suffers a loss, once it becomes known, the poor man will be condemned. The reverse is also true; wealth does not make the public abandon their inherent moral concepts.

This remained true even more than a decade later, when social values had been largely eroded.

That's why Uncle Xiubo and Scholar Tianlin had their personas collapse, why the serious joker Xue disappeared, and why Brother Dong of JD.com was criticized mercilessly in the media despite being acquitted by a US court.

But in a capitalist society, such things are not a problem at all.

As long as you have money, you can do whatever you want.

This 'doing whatever you want' is not like Ma Xiaoyun making a martial arts movie he likes, but truly being able to act without restraint.

Just like now, when Zhao Fusheng said he would sue those French men who spoke arrogantly until they were bankrupt, neither the police nor the men themselves thought it was a joke!

The reason was simple: litigation costs in France are very expensive, especially hiring lawyers. If Zhao Fusheng was determined to screw them, he could just keep suing and dragging them into court.

Zhao Fusheng could afford the legal fees, but these people might not.

But the problem was, if Zhao Fusheng sued, they had to respond and could only spend money along with him.

That was why these people were dumbfounded when they learned Zhao Fusheng's identity.

"Apologize!"

The police officers looked at each other, and finally, the chief turned to the French man who had spoken arrogantly: "This young man from the East is not someone you can mess with."

Circumstances were stronger than people; under these conditions, they had to back down.