Chapter 1389 Restructuring?

In this world, people sometimes drift apart, and sometimes gradually come together. Of course, the standard for distance or closeness is not as clear as we think.

In fact, both Zhao Fusheng and Tan Kaixuan knew clearly that in each other's hearts, they were best friends, but the changes that had occurred still made them feel very uncomfortable.

Of course, Zhao Fusheng also understood that both Tan Kaixuan and himself were actually acting against their will.

"Do you think it would be appropriate if I transferred my shares in Face Book to Old Tan?" Zhao Fusheng suddenly asked Fan Baobao.

Fan Baobao shook her head: "I don't understand; you decide for yourself. But your friendship and business should have nothing to do with each other, don't you think?"

Zhao Fusheng fell silent.

Fan Baobao was not wrong; the bond between him and Tan Kaixuan had nothing to do with money.

With that thought, Zhao Fusheng took out his phone and dialed Dong Chenxi's number.

"Has Tan Kaixuan contacted you?"

Zhao Fusheng asked directly.

Dong Chenxi nodded: "I've heard. What do you think?"

Clearly, although she was now in the United States, she was not completely unaware of these matters.

Zhao Fusheng thought for a moment and said, "Let's handle it according to official procedures."

"Oh?"

Dong Chenxi was startled; she was genuinely surprised. She had originally thought that Zhao Fusheng would compromise because of his relationship with Tan Kaixuan and give up the cooperation with Hongshan Capital. She had even prepared herself to persuade him.

But she never expected that Zhao Fusheng would not do that.

This made Dong Chenxi look at him with newfound respect.

"Business is business, friends are friends. I believe he will understand me," Zhao Fusheng said calmly.

Dong Chenxi nodded: "I understand. Don't worry."

Since Zhao Fusheng had made his decision, she would certainly act according to it.

As for Tan Kaixuan, although they had a good personal relationship, as Zhao Fusheng said, business is business, friends are friends; work and life cannot be mixed.

In a sense, Zhao Fusheng and Dong Chenxi were the same kind of people; they were both unwilling to bring personal matters into work.

Therefore, on this matter, the two quickly reached a consensus.

When Zhao Fusheng put down the phone, he was greeted by Fan Baobao's smile.

"What's wrong?"

Zhao Fusheng asked curiously.

He felt that Fan Baobao's smile was a bit inexplicable, and he didn't know what was going on.

"Nothing, I'm just happy to see you've solved the problem," Fan Baobao said playfully to Zhao Fusheng.

Zhao Fusheng shook his head helplessly: "This is not a problem. The real problems are things you can't even imagine."

Fan Baobao was taken aback and looked at Zhao Fusheng with confusion. Clearly, his words were beyond her understanding; in her mind, this matter was already a big deal.

With a sigh, Zhao Fusheng waved his hand and said nothing more.

Some issues he could discuss with Fan Baobao, but others were impossible.

"I'm going to look at the script; you can stay here for a while," Fan Baobao said to Zhao Fusheng after some thought. Since he didn't want to talk, it must be something he couldn't share with her. In that case, the only thing she could do was give him time and space—that was what a wife should do.

Zhao Fusheng sat alone in the living room, his mind considering the future direction of the group.

The previous approach of investing everywhere now seemed to have both advantages and disadvantages.

The advantage was that the company's scale had expanded reasonably well, and there were quite a few good projects in hand. The disadvantage was that without substantial financial support, this approach was somewhat risky.

Although the banks were willing to provide loans, Zhao Fusheng was still reluctant to have too much involvement with them. This was probably a habit he had developed in his previous life.

"Next step, it seems I should invest in more projects that can generate cash flow," Zhao Fusheng thought to himself, making a decision.

Since he lacked cash, he needed to be more cautious when choosing investment projects. Projects like Future Technology's agency for "World of Warcraft," which could generate cash flow, were undoubtedly excellent choices.

After all, with an annual profit of over fifty million US dollars, converted into RMB, it was nearly five hundred million.

Moreover, regarding South Korea, Zhao Fusheng felt he could also start cashing out.

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"Are you really not going to give interviews?"

Two days later, at the Future Group headquarters, Zheng Yao asked Zhao Fusheng helplessly.

Zhao Fusheng shook his head: "No, let you handle this good opportunity."

"When you talk like that, I want to strangle you," Zheng Yao said irritably to Zhao Fusheng.

She had been nearly driven crazy these past few days. The journalists and media were like madmen, blocking her and Xue Yuanfang everywhere. Xue Yuanfang was better off; he could hide at home since his family had a high-ranking official, which made the journalists more cautious.

But Zheng Yao was not so lucky. As the CEO of Future Group, she had to attend too many public events, so wherever she went, there were journalists waiting for her, which annoyed her endlessly.

But there was no way around it; being in advertising meant inevitably dealing with the media. She couldn't drive them away, so she had to be patient and try to fend them off with words.

After a few days, Zheng Yao felt she had perfected the art of verbal evasion.

"Don't worry," Zhao Fusheng said, seeing the undeniable fatigue on Zheng Yao's face and feeling a bit apologetic. He explained, "The media's enthusiasm will only last a few days; they'll leave on their own soon."

This was true. The media always acted this way: when a hot topic was trending, everyone flocked to the same story, but once the hype faded, it naturally dissipated.

Countless entertainment and social news stories in later generations were like this. No matter how nationally known they seemed at the time, as if they were extremely important, even trending on social media, once the heat passed, the journalists wouldn't even look at them.

No one understood this better than Zhao Fusheng.

"Hmph!"

Giving Zhao Fusheng a proud glare, Zheng Yao ignored her boss, stood up, and walked straight out of his office.

Leaving Zhao Fusheng with a helpless wry smile, he felt he really should introduce a boyfriend to Zheng Yao. This woman's queenly aura was getting stronger, as if no man in the world was worthy of her attention.

"She needs to be taught a lesson!"

Zhao Fusheng muttered to himself.

Of course, he was just muttering. Zheng Yao's position in Future Group had long been proven; without her, the company would not run smoothly.

Zhao Fusheng was indeed a reborn person, but the problem was that he was not a god; he couldn't do everything. With his foresight, he could invest in some projects and make money, but foresight wouldn't teach him how to manage a company. Being reborn once could make someone a millionaire or even a billionaire, but being reborn ten times couldn't turn an ordinary advertising professional into a master of corporate management.

Self-knowledge is valuable, and Zhao Fusheng had a clear understanding of himself.

At that moment, the office door opened, and Ye Jing walked in.

"Something up?"

Seeing Ye Jing, Zhao Fusheng was a bit surprised. Why was he at headquarters? Shouldn't he be busy with the launch and preparation of "Lurking"?

Although the lead actors had been confirmed, there were still other major supporting roles, as well as the setup of the crew and other tasks that required his attention.

After all, this was Future Film and Television's key project for the second half of 2005.

And it involved the boss and the boss's wife.

"Yeah, there's something we need to discuss," Ye Jing said directly to Zhao Fusheng. "I'm planning to restructure Future Film and Television. What do you think?"

What?

Restructuring?

Zhao Fusheng was startled and looked at Ye Jing in surprise. Clearly, he hadn't expected that Ye Jing had come to talk about this.