Chapter 1363: New Job

A Frenchman named Pierre stood respectfully before Fan Baobao, bowing and apologizing. Though his companions were unwilling, they could only watch helplessly as Zhao Fusheng and his group walked away.

Although money is not omnipotent, in a capitalist society, money is precisely the force that can determine most things.

"Just let it go like that?"

Walking along the road, Fan Baobao asked Zhao Fusheng in a low voice.

Originally, she had been quite happy about the trip to Cannes, but after this disturbance, she lost her interest in continuing to sightsee.

Zhao Fusheng nodded: "Getting them to apologize is already good enough. If we really made a scene, things would most likely end up being swept under the rug."

Wu Sijie, standing by, also nodded: "Miss Fan, although we are in the right, if it blows up, the consulate will definitely try to smooth things over."

Fan Baobao was taken aback, then frowned slightly, clearly unhappy.

Zhao Fusheng sighed inwardly. Though he also wanted to punish those guys severely as he had said, the situation was what it was. The country needed to bide its time, and in matters not involving major issues, it would basically choose to smooth things over.

Forcing the other side to bow and apologize was already a decent outcome.

Many overseas students in such situations could only swallow their pride.

"Do you often encounter this kind of thing in France?" Zhao Fusheng thought and then looked at Wu Sijie, asking.

Wu Sijie's reaction just now had left Zhao Fusheng quite satisfied—tough yet principled, very good.

"You don't know, this place called France sounds romantic, but in reality, these French people are arrogant, looking down on this and that, especially towards us Chinese. Talk of Sino-French friendship, ha, that's just bullshit..." Wu Sijie clearly had a bellyful of complaints, which he usually had no chance to voice, but now facing Zhao Fusheng, he finally had an opportunity to vent.

After listening to Wu Sijie, Zhao Fusheng sighed, his expression growing darker. He actually knew about the situations Wu Sijie described; in his memory, there had been no shortage of friction between this so-called romantic country of France and China.

Some people always like to talk about world peace and keep the words 'fraternity' and 'equality' on their lips. But the problem is, if you show fraternity to others, will they show it to you? That's a very real question.

The biggest difference between people lies above the neck. Below the neck, what others have, you have too. But above the neck, it's not necessarily the same.

It's like most women in later generations: in their past lives, they were princesses in the palace, lacking nothing in food or clothing, but because they were too beautiful, powerful men from various states coveted and fought over them, leading to their deaths! After death, they vowed to be ordinary women in the next life, living a plain and safe life. So now, they are plain-looking with no special talents but have a full set of princess syndrome.

Simply put, they have no brains.

"Are you interested in working back in China?" Zhao Fusheng shook his head, casting aside the messy thoughts in his mind, and said to Wu Sijie.

Wu Sijie was startled, then a look of joy appeared on his face: "Thank you, Chairman, for giving me the opportunity."

He wasn't stupid. Zhao Fusheng's offer meant his performance had impressed the other party. Only a madman would refuse the chance to work for a big company.

Seeing his ecstatic expression, Zhao Fusheng chuckled. He thought of his younger self, when he too had been thrilled by opportunities given by others. Now, he had become the one giving opportunities.

"Jerry, do you know why we Chinese are always bullied abroad?" Zhao Fusheng asked Wu Sijie as they walked along the road.

Wu Sijie was taken aback; Zhao Fusheng's question clearly caught him off guard.

He had thought Zhao Fusheng would test him on business matters, but instead he asked such a simple question.

But Wu Sijie also understood that Zhao Fusheng wouldn't ask such a question for no reason. In other words, the boss was testing his new subordinate.

"Um, because we are backward?" After hesitating, Wu Sijie gave a not-so-novel answer.

"Backward?"

Zhao Fusheng sneered, clearly not agreeing with this answer.

In Zhao Fusheng's view, so-called backwardness was just an excuse. A dozen years later, was China's economy backward? Yet various incidents of insulting China still occurred.

At the end of the day, it was because they were not tough enough.

Of course, this was just Zhao Fusheng's own thought. As an ordinary person, he had no right to comment on high-level decisions. Perhaps the higher one's position, the more different the perspective.

Seeing that Zhao Fusheng said nothing more after that sentence, Wu Sijie naturally dared not speak, only silently following beside him.

"Don't mind him, he always spaces out like that." Fan Baobao saw Zhao Fusheng leaving the man hanging and quickly explained.

She could tell that her husband was very interested in this Wu Sijie. Since that was the case, as the hostess, Fan Baobao naturally wanted to win him over.

"It's fine, it's fine." Wu Sijie quickly shook his head.

Having finally gotten the opportunity, even if the boss left him hanging for a while, or even asked him to strip and run naked, Wu Sijie felt he wouldn't mind.

For a young man with ambition who wanted to climb up, the importance of opportunity was self-evident.

After a long while, Zhao Fusheng finally came back to his senses. He glanced at the person beside him and smiled: "Sorry, I was distracted."

"It's fine, it's fine." Wu Sijie said again with a smile.

Giving the young man a deep look, Zhao Fusheng smiled: "From now on, stay by my side. I still need an assistant."

Hearing these words, Wu Sijie felt as if he had received an imperial edict, so excited he didn't know what to do.

If Zhao Fusheng had only made him a department manager or something, he might not have been so excited. But since Zhao Fusheng asked him to stay by his side as his assistant, it meant he had crossed a chasm that many people in the Future Group would struggle for years to cross.

Being the boss's assistant naturally meant becoming the boss's confidant. Wu Sijie certainly understood this principle.

"Let's go, back to the hotel." Zhao Fusheng waved his hand and said to Wu Sijie.

Wu Sijie quickly nodded and followed behind Zhao Fusheng as the group headed toward the hotel.

From now on, he would have to readjust to his new identity, after all, being a tour guide and an assistant were two different professions.