Chapter 1373: Come Back Soon!

A week later.

Zhao Fusheng was utterly miserable.

He had mentally prepared himself for the heavy workload of a CEO, but once he actually started, he found it was simply too exhausting.

Every day there was an endless stream of work to handle, and he even had to work overtime frequently, which made Fan Baobao start complaining that Zhao Fusheng clearly didn't want a child—otherwise, how could anyone come home and fall asleep as soon as they hit the pillow?

Zhao Fusheng couldn't voice his grievances. Over the past week, he had been as busy as a dog. Every day, he had to deal with a mountain of tasks as soon as he arrived at the company. Zheng Yao, whether intentionally or not, had specifically instructed Lin Xue to report all company matters to the chairman early. As a result, Zhao Fusheng spent at least half an hour each day just listening to briefings.

In the end, he couldn't take it anymore.

“When will you finish your vacation?” Zhao Fusheng called Zheng Yao directly.

“What’s the matter? Isn’t the chairman doing a great job?” Zheng Yao chuckled, speaking to Zhao Fusheng with a meaningful tone.

Zhao Fusheng was taken aback, then smiled bitterly: “What, you already know?”

It seemed she had eyes and ears inside the company—no, maybe Lin Xue was her informant; otherwise, how could she know about his situation at the company?

Zheng Yao smiled and nodded, not beating around the bush: “I did hear a little. So, now you know how hard I work?”

“Cut it out. You know that’s not what I meant.” Zhao Fusheng said irritably.

“I’ll be back the day after tomorrow. Hang in there a little longer.” Zheng Yao laughed. “I’m spending some time with my parents here, then I’ll return.”

To be honest, she herself was getting a bit bored.

That’s how people are: when busy, they wish they could stop and rest; when resting, they can’t adapt to a life of idleness.

Someone like Zheng Yao, who had grown accustomed to a fast-paced life, used to the hustle between the office and home, found that when she finally took a break, it was fine at first, but after a while, she realized she was bored.

Yes, bored.

Expecting a woman who managed thousands of people and tens of millions in business to chat about Korean heartthrobs or binge-watch K-dramas like an ordinary young girl was utterly unrealistic.

Even Zheng Yao herself felt somewhat out of touch with society.

So, after receiving Zhao Fusheng’s call, she immediately decided to return to her post.

Though it might be tough, she felt that way she could find her true meaning in this world.

The past six years of life had made Zheng Yao feel fulfilled. Compared to her days as a counselor in the ivory tower, she felt she preferred being a strong woman like she was now.

Of course, it would be even better if her boss, Zhao Fusheng, were a bit more diligent.

Having set a time with Zheng Yao, Zhao Fusheng hung up the phone with satisfaction.

Since CEO Zheng was about to return, he could finally relax a bit. After thinking it over, Zhao Fusheng stood up, walked out of his office, and said to Lin Xue in the secretarial office: “Xiao Lin, CEO Zheng will be back the day after tomorrow. If there’s nothing important, leave it all for her to decide, got it?”

With that, he left Lin Xue a dashing silhouette and walked straight away.

Lin Xue stared dumbfounded at Zhao Fusheng’s back, then muttered to herself after a long while: “As expected, none of them are good people.”

She couldn’t help it. She knew about CEO Zheng’s scheme to mess with the chairman. Every evening after work, she received a call from CEO Zheng asking about the chairman’s schedule at the company. In fact, Lin Xue had always known that Zhao Fusheng’s hardship was entirely CEO Zheng’s doing.

At that time, Lin Xue had even felt a bit sorry for Chairman Zhao Fusheng.

But now, she felt she shouldn’t have any faith in these leaders. None of them were simple. Not to mention others, her own boss was ruthless when it came to tricking CEO Zheng Yao.

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Of course, Zhao Fusheng had no idea that in the eyes of the poor little secretary, he had transformed from a harmless lamb into a terrifying big devil. What he cared about was that today he could finally leave work early and not have to deal with all those messy documents.

Though handling every detail himself gave a sense of accomplishment—the feeling of completely controlling the company he founded and watching it change bit by bit was intoxicating.

But the problem was, when you realized your abilities were insufficient and there were things you couldn’t solve or didn’t know how to solve, it became troublesome.

That was exactly the problem Zhao Fusheng faced now.

Although he had been diligently learning various corporate management skills since his rebirth, when it came down to it, he found he had no better way to manage the Future Group.

Simply put, he lacked the capability.

Without his foreknowledge, Zhao Fusheng even thought he might at best be qualified as a department manager.

This wasn’t a joke; it was something he had concluded from his recent days as acting CEO.

“Damn, I still need to keep learning.” Zhao Fusheng muttered to himself as he went downstairs.

He wasn’t stupid. If a business owner remained stagnant and didn’t continue to enrich himself, the company would eventually face elimination.

But the problem was, it took time.

Only through accumulation could one gradually understand what it meant to be a qualified company manager.

Even Zheng Yao, who was doing so well now, had acquired her skills through countless trials. Back when Future Advertising hadn’t yet risen, she had been tricked many times. But since the company was small and unknown then, few knew about it. Many new employees didn’t know that the now-dominant CEO Zheng had a dark history of being reduced to tears.

Of course, by now, Zheng Yao was the helm of the Future Group, so no one dared to bring it up. But many old-timers knew that she had achieved her position simply because she had failed so many times that she had become shrewd.

This was similar to Stephen Chow’s line, “Vomit, vomit, and you’ll get used to it”—the same principle.

But now, Zhao Fusheng felt he should enroll in an executive training program to learn.

He didn’t need big shots among his classmates; just being able to learn more information would be great. Zhao Fusheng thought to himself. Gazing through the car window at the surrounding skyscrapers, he felt that if he didn’t leave a mark on this world after being reborn, it would be too dull.

“Are you off work?”

Hu Donghai, who was driving, was somewhat surprised and asked Zhao Fusheng in astonishment. For the past week, Zhao Fusheng had been busy until the early hours every day, forcing Hu Donghai and the others to stay up with him. Though they had no complaints, they were genuinely concerned about the boss’s health.

Zhao Fusheng chuckled and nodded, saying to Hu Donghai: “What, got used to following me these past few days? Want me to stay a bit longer?”

“No, no, no…” Hu Donghai’s companion quickly shook his head: “Boss, you’ve already made things hard enough for us. Please don’t do anything else.”

They were truly helpless. Zhao Fusheng had none of the awareness of a top-tier tycoon. Others kept a low profile, rarely appearing in public, and delegated matters to trusted subordinates.

But Future Group was different. Zhao Fusheng liked to meddle in everything. One might think he was a tax official who controlled everything.

However, there was an advantage to Zhao Fusheng’s approach: the bodyguards didn’t have to worry about him disappearing from their sight; he stayed put.

For bodyguards, that was undoubtedly important.

A well-behaved, obedient, and sensible protectee was perfect.