Chapter 1487: Hitting Someone?

Once upon a time, Zhao Fusheng had seen a meme that said if you could go back to 1999, you didn't need to do anything—just go to Hangzhou, find a guy named Ma Xiaoyun, treat him to meals, drinks, and fun, not letting him spend a cent. Become sworn brothers with him.

Then ten years later, you'd be awesome.

Because Alibaba, listed in 2008, would surprise everyone.

Of course, today, Zhao Fusheng no longer needed that surprise.

Because the largest shareholder of Alibaba now was himself.

Although saying so would make Ma Xiaoyun unhappy, the feelings of a loser never mattered to anyone.

Zhao Fusheng was certainly not a loser.

Now, he could proudly say he was very successful.

And the more so, the more he felt he should live more cautiously.

"Do you really think Wang Qiang can become a big star?"

It had been several days since Wang Qiang visited Zhao Fusheng. Bored, Zhao Fusheng came to the company to inspect work, but was pulled by Ye Jing to drink tea in his office.

Clearly, Ye Jing was full of doubts about some of Zhao Fusheng's earlier judgments.

"It's not that I think he can become a star," Zhao Fusheng shook his head, smiled, and said lightly, "but he is already a star, just not that famous yet."

Ye Jing was speechless but had to admit that Zhao Fusheng's words were not wrong.

Now, although Wang Qiang was not a top-tier star, he was at least a somewhat well-known artist. His previous works had accumulated considerable popularity, making him an actor that audiences remembered.

Under these circumstances, if Future Film and Television gave him a push, he might indeed become a star.

But Ye Jing still couldn't understand where Zhao Fusheng's confidence came from.

Zhao Fusheng didn't intend to explain anything to Ye Jing; facts speak louder than words. Some things only become accepted after they happen.

"When your wife has the baby, do you need to issue a public announcement?"

Ye Jing suddenly remembered something and asked Zhao Fusheng casually.

"Why?"

Zhao Fusheng was puzzled: "Our family having a baby, why issue an announcement?"

Clearly, he didn't understand this.

Ye Jing shook his head helplessly: "After all, your wife is a star; this is a big deal."

"No need," Zhao Fusheng shook his head directly. "She can quit the entertainment industry anytime; acting isn't her main job."

Both he and Fan Baobao were very particular about personal privacy. Others might accept it, but they absolutely couldn't.

Ye Jing had to nod. There was no way around it; although Zhao Fusheng's words were blunt, they were true.

With his wealth now, Fan Baobao's acting was purely a personal hobby.

In this regard, no one in the entire entertainment industry could compare.

That was the confidence of a rich man!

"Have you thought of a name?" Ye Jing asked casually.

To be honest, talking about work with Zhao Fusheng was boring; it was better to chat about family matters.

"Not yet." Zhao Fusheng shook his head. "My old man said he wants to name the child himself. He won't even let me ask the doctor about the gender."

"Really?"

Ye Jing looked surprised. He really hadn't expected Zhao Fusheng to have such a low status in his own family.

"You said it." Zhao Fusheng said helplessly. "My mom has already been staying here for months, just accompanying Fan Baobao through her pregnancy. My mother-in-law is probably coming soon too. My old man called the day before yesterday, saying he'd hand over the company's business to someone else and planned to come as well. He wants to see the child born with his own eyes."

"Normal. Grandparents dote on grandchildren." Ye Jing chuckled. "Wait until the child is born, you'll see. Your status will probably drop even more."

Zhao Fusheng had no children in his previous life, but his grandfather had truly been good to him, so he could understand Ye Jing's words.

As the two were talking, the office door opened and the secretary hurried in.

"Chairman, President Ye, something's happened!"

The secretary said to Zhao Fusheng and Ye Jing, somewhat flustered. "Um, Wang Qiang hit a reporter!"

Hit a reporter?

Both Zhao Fusheng and Ye Jing were taken aback.

"What happened?"

Ye Jing was surprised, and even Zhao Fusheng was puzzled.

If it had been anyone else, Zhao Fusheng wouldn't have found it strange. But Wang Qiang hitting a reporter?

Fake news, right?

"I don't know. They say that during an interview, the reporter asked some question that pissed Wang Qiang off, and he threw a punch." The secretary also looked anxious, clearly having just received the news.

"Which outlet's reporter?" Ye Jing asked the most critical question directly.

"Beijing News."

The secretary explained with a wry smile: "The police have been alerted now. Our people and the reporter from Beijing News are at the police station."

Holy shit!

This time even Zhao Fusheng was shaken. He had beaten someone all the way to the police station; it seemed Wang Qiang had hit hard.

But on second thought, it was possible. After all, he was trained in martial arts, a genuine practitioner who knew kung fu. If he really struck someone, it wouldn't be light.

"Contact the editorial office of Beijing News immediately," Ye Jing said in a deep voice. "Have the PR department handle it. Also, get in touch with Wang Qiang's agent and assistant. Tell them not to say anything reckless. Ask specifically what happened and why Wang Qiang resorted to violence."

From his understanding of Wang Qiang, if he wasn't truly furious, that honest young man wouldn't have thrown a punch.

After arranging these matters, Ye Jing turned to Zhao Fusheng: "Is this handling acceptable to you?"

If it were another artist, he might not have cared so much, but Wang Qiang was the younger brother Zhao Fusheng and his wife had acknowledged, and he had just said he wanted to promote him. Now this had happened.

Zhao Fusheng smiled slightly: "It's fine, but I'm curious what kind of reporter could push Wang Qiang to hit someone."

He was genuinely curious!

Wang Qiang wasn't a child. He had been in the entertainment industry for many years and knew the rules of the circle better than anyone.

Yet he still struck. Did that mean the reporter had asked a question Wang Qiang couldn't tolerate?

If it were Jiang Wen hitting a reporter, Zhao Fusheng wouldn't find it strange at all.

Old Jiang was notoriously eccentric and hot-tempered. Every reporter interviewing him received a warning beforehand: don't ask inappropriate questions, or Old Jiang would curse them out on the spot, not caring about face.

But Wang Qiang—that kid was clearly an honest man.

Driving an honest man to violence—Zhao Fusheng was curious. What had the Beijing News reporter done to provoke such outrage?