Chapter 1537: Plans

The domestic financial market was, in fact, not sound. Both Zhao Fusheng and Tan Kaixuan were well aware of this.

If this were across the ocean in the United States, Tan Kaixuan might not have to think so much and could directly launch a hostile takeover or something similar against Wang Jie's family company.

Even if it ultimately failed, it would cause the company's stock price to plummet.

But the problem was, this wasn't the United States; it was China.

That meant many things couldn't be judged by market rules.

To be honest, Zhao Fusheng was not optimistic about Tan Kaixuan's revenge.

Of course, given his abilities, losing money was definitely out of the question; at most, he would just earn a little less.

But since Tan Kaixuan had set his mind on the stock market, other matters would naturally have to be handled by Zhao Fusheng himself.

Future Film and Television, General Manager's Office.

"Hello."

"Hello."

Han Wenqing and Tan Lu sat across from Zhao Fusheng, feeling uneasy and nervous.

"Don't be nervous."

Zhao Fusheng smiled warmly: "I'm not a tiger; I don't eat people."

The two exchanged glances but remained very tense.

There was no helping it; the person before them was of a higher status than they had imagined. Even their advisor would go out of his way to cultivate a relationship with him. They were just two ordinary students, so naturally, they were still shaken.

"It's like this: I want to know how Tong Xiaoya got that role?" Zhao Fusheng asked Tan Lu and Han Wenqing with a smile, not beating around the bush. For matters like this, it was better to be straightforward.

Tan Lu and Tong Xiaoya looked at each other, but neither spoke first.

"Don't misunderstand."

Seeing this, Zhao Fusheng waved his hand and laughed: "I have no ill intentions. It's just that she's now signed with our company, and we need to at least have a clear understanding of this matter."

"We're not sure either. It seems the advisor recommended her." Tan Lu thought for a moment and said to Zhao Fusheng: "We don't know anything else."

Zhao Fusheng nodded and asked casually with a smile: "By the way, how did you two manage to get into that celebration banquet where Old Tan met her?"

"Oh, that..." Tan Lu laughed: "I know that. There was a junior-year senior who had a role in it. I'm pretty close with her, and she invited us."

"I see." Zhao Fusheng smiled: "You really have good connections."

Then he said to Tan Lu and Han Wenqing: "You are my wife's junior classmates and Yaya's roommates. If our company ever needs actors, I hope you can come."

"Ah?"

Tan Lu was stunned, and even Han Wenqing, who had barely spoken, was quite surprised. They hadn't expected Zhao Fusheng to extend an invitation to them.

Although it wasn't a signing requirement, even just such an invitation was undoubtedly very rare for them as current students.

After all, they were still in school and hadn't graduated yet.

"Thank you." Besides standing up and bowing in gratitude, they didn't know what else to say.

"It's nothing. This circle isn't easy to break into. You need to study acting well at school." Zhao Fusheng gently encouraged them a few words and had someone see them out.

After the two girls left, Zhao Fusheng turned to look at Ye Jing beside him.

"Did you pick up on anything?"

Ye Jing nodded: "That senior seems to be problematic."

Both he and Zhao Fusheng were seasoned veterans; they knew far more about the sordid affairs in this circle than novices like Tan Lu or Han Wenqing.

The entertainment industry seemed open to anyone, but in reality, it wasn't something you could just blend into if you wanted.

For example, the celebration banquet Tan Lu mentioned seemed fine to her, but in the eyes of Zhao Fusheng and Ye Jing, there were too many issues with it.

When did a minor supporting actress, not even a main role, and still a college student, have the right to invite several fellow schoolmates to a film crew's celebration banquet?

He was neither the investor nor the protagonist, yet he had done such a thing. In Zhao Fusheng's view, there must be something fishy about it.

The reason he didn't ask Tong Xiaoya was that he was afraid she might feel embarrassed. After all, what happened that day was not something any girl would want to recall.

So he took the opportunity of meeting with Han Wenqing and Tan Lu to make some oblique inquiries.

As it turned out, Zhao Fusheng's guess was justified.

"I'll have someone look into it," Ye Jing said after a moment's thought.

Zhao Fusheng nodded. "Don't tip them off after you find out. It might come in handy later."

Ye Jing was taken aback for a moment, then understood Zhao Fusheng's intention: he wanted to hold back and wait for Wang Jie to show himself.

After all, this kind of thing was something Wang Jie had surely done more than once. As long as they had evidence in hand and made it public at the right time, it would definitely give him a big surprise.

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Kindness is rarer than cleverness, because cleverness is a gift, but kindness is a choice.

Often, most people follow morality and humanity not because they are of high character, but because the temptation is not great enough.

Zhao Fusheng understood this very well.

So he didn't tell Tan Kaixuan about it, nor did he tell Tong Xiaoya.

Some things should remain secrets.

Leaving Future Film and Television, he drove to Future Investment.

In fact, the lives of the rich are not as comfortable as the public imagines. At the very least, Zhao Fusheng knew that his own life was very busy. Every morning when he opened his eyes, there was a pile of documents to deal with, and sometimes he didn't even have time to eat.

In his previous life, he had read a report somewhere saying that top billionaires lived even less comfortably than office workers. At that time, Zhao Fusheng thought the author was talking nonsense—how could a top billionaire not be happy?

Only now did he understand that money sometimes really forces people to keep moving forward, because if you don't, you'll be overtaken by others.

Even those who follow you, relying on you for their livelihood, will constantly urge you to work harder.

Perhaps the most exhausting thing about being human is this.

In Dong Chenxi's office, Zhao Fusheng put down the documents in his hand, looked at Dong Chenxi, and asked with some surprise: "Are you saying that SoftBank wants to cooperate with us?"

"That's the gist of it."

Dong Chenxi nodded: "According to Ono Masao, SoftBank is very optimistic about Alibaba's future development, but the current composition of Alibaba's board of directors is too complicated. He thinks we should join forces."

"Heh..."

Zhao Fusheng sneered: "These Japanese always state their schemes with such righteous indignation. Is this their racial instinct?"

Dong Chenxi smiled without speaking. Zhao Fusheng was a hothead who had never had any goodwill toward the Japanese—she knew this well.

After Zhao Fusheng had vented his emotions, Dong Chenxi slowly spoke: "I think there's some truth in what Ono said."

"Oh?"

Zhao Fusheng frowned and looked at her. "What do you mean?"

Dong Chenxi shrugged. "Literally."

Zhao Fusheng immediately understood what she meant and smiled bitterly, feeling helpless.

He hadn't expected that Dong Chenxi, of all people, would also think Alibaba had too many shareholders.

Actually, this was understandable. Under the current circumstances, especially after the subprime mortgage crisis in the United States, the global financial situation was beginning to experience turbulence.

Domestically, it was relatively fine because of the country's specific conditions; we were not greatly affected. But precisely because of this, many international companies were optimistic about the Chinese market.

Capital always chases profits—this never changes, at any time.

Dong Chenxi was no exception, as she represented the interests of the Future Group.

But Zhao Fusheng hadn't expected her to agree to cooperate with Ono Masao.

Taking a deep breath, Zhao Fusheng was about to reject Dong Chenxi when, unexpectedly, her next words left him stunned.