Chapter 1474 Bad News

"What do you think are the chances of us successfully cooperating with Shunfeng?"

Zhao Fusheng looked at Dong Chenxi and asked casually.

Dong Chenxi was taken aback, then shook her head: "To be honest, I'm not optimistic about cooperating with Shunfeng."

"Why?"

This time it was Zhao Fusheng's turn to be surprised.

The reason he had Dong Chenxi negotiate with Shunfeng was that Zhao Fusheng believed Shunfeng had promising development prospects. He held shares in Taobao and Jingdong, and if he could become a shareholder in Shunfeng, it would be very beneficial for the future development of the group.

But clearly, Dong Chenxi didn't see it that way.

"Don't forget, we're an investment company." Dong Chenxi hesitated, as if struggling, but still spoke her mind to Zhao Fusheng.

"We can do venture capital, but we usually choose companies that are in their early stages. That way, the investment isn't too large and it's sustainable. For a company like Shunfeng, which has great development prospects and has secured plenty of financing, do you think they'd be willing to accept our investment?"

Hearing this, Zhao Fusheng was stunned.

He really hadn't expected Dong Chenxi to have such insight.

Interesting!

Zhao Fusheng looked at Dong Chenxi: "Go on."

He was eager to see what other surprises Dong Chenxi might give him, what other insights she might offer.

"I understand that you want the company to develop more steadily, but business itself is gambling; there's no such thing as a sure thing. Our scale is already considerable, and after several integrations, under the current circumstances, I think our investment strategy should be to ensure the shares of our existing companies remain unchanged while trying to find high-quality projects with good development potential for angel investments."

Dong Chenxi seemed to grasp Zhao Fusheng's intent and spoke without hesitation, laying out all her thoughts.

After listening to Dong Chenxi, Zhao Fusheng remained silent for a long time.

"Let me think about it."

After a while, Zhao Fusheng said to Dong Chenxi.

He had no choice; her words caught him off guard. In fact, he never imagined Dong Chenxi would have such ideas.

But on second thought, what Dong Chenxi said made sense.

Had he been too focused on stability lately?

Had he lost some of his drive?

With that in mind, Zhao Fusheng looked up at Dong Chenxi again: "At the investment company, go ahead with your ideas for now. I'll think it over."

At this point, that was all he could do.

Dong Chenxi nodded, said nothing more, and got up to leave Zhao Fusheng's office.

Sitting in his office, Zhao Fusheng thought a lot.

Sometimes people really are blind to their own situation while seeing others' clearly. He had indeed been too conservative lately.

Why?

Was it because he felt that as the time of his rebirth drew nearer, his advantage of foreknowledge was fading, making him timid?

"The older the hand, the smaller the courage," he muttered to himself, shaking his head helplessly.

……

……

They say it's never too late to mend, but for Zhao Fusheng, he increasingly felt inadequate in corporate management.

Though it was hard to admit, the facts were undeniable.

"What to do."

Even after leaving the company and on his way home, Zhao Fusheng kept pondering this question.

But no matter how he thought, he couldn't find a good solution, because as Dong Chenxi said, no matter which choice he made, there were valid reasons.

The problem, however, was how to find a balance.

Steady development?

Riding the rapids?

It was like a multiple-choice question: choosing either option gave a fifty percent chance of success and a fifty percent chance of failure.

To be honest, if it were right after his rebirth, Zhao Fusheng would have made a choice without hesitation. Back then, he was short on money and had no other option but to take a gamble.

But now, with a stable life, parents and a loved one by his side, and a child on the way, Zhao Fusheng really didn't want to gamble.

This wasn't cowardice; it was the normal logic of a normal person.

Only a madman would turn his life into chips on the gambling table every time.

Life isn't a gamble; there aren't that many chances for you to take risks.

When he got home, before entering, Zhao Fusheng adjusted his mood, steadied his emotions, and put on a smile.

Work was work, life was life; he didn't like bringing work troubles into his personal life.

Making his family worry was not something a real man should do.

"Brother!"

When the door opened, Fan Beibei saw Zhao Fusheng return and rushed into his arms with a giggle.

"Beibei, be good."

Zhao Fusheng smiled and patted the little girl's head: "Did you behave at home today?"

"Of course," Fan Beibei nodded vigorously. "Beibei is the best-behaved."

Zhao Fusheng chuckled, rubbed her head, and praised her.

Children at that age loved to be praised, and Zhao Fusheng knew that well.

"You're always spoiling her like this; you'll end up ruining her."

Fan Baobao walked over and said helplessly to Zhao Fusheng.

Though she doted on her sister too, she knew she could never be as indulgent as Zhao Fusheng.

"It's fine," Zhao Fusheng waved his hand with a smile. "Our Beibei is so sweet and cute; she deserves to be spoiled. Right, Beibei?"

"Mm! Brother is right!"

The little girl didn't understand much, but whatever Zhao Fusheng said, she just nodded.

"You little rascal, you agree with everything he says." Fan Baobao shot her sister a glare, utterly speechless at her lack of principles.

Fan Beibei just giggled, ignoring her sister, and followed behind Zhao Fusheng.

Seeing the two of them, one big and one small, Fan Baobao was at a loss, shook her head, and decided to ignore them.

They say home is the harbor of the soul; no matter how tired or weary outside, once you return home, you find spiritual rest.

That saying held true. At least, seeing his pregnant wife and playing with Fan Beibei for a while eased Zhao Fusheng's tired body and mind considerably.