Chapter 1734: Returning to the Capital

In fact, the deepest love in the world can be expressed by just two things.

That is, when you are at your most落魄, they still do not abandon you. When you gradually grow old and lose your beauty, they still stay with you.

Neither of these two things relies on money or romance.

Of course, this is a rather literary way of putting it. The real face of life is not like this.

The real face of life is that most people exchange dignity for money in places where no one cares, and then exchange money for dignity in places full of noise.

This is life.

For Zhao Fusheng, he had naturally escaped the stage where he needed to exchange dignity for money.

This was the result and reason for his hard work since being reborn.

Time passed quickly, and in the blink of an eye, it was the end of August.

Although reluctant, Zhao Fusheng and Fan Baobao still had to leave home.

There was no choice. Fan Beibei had to start school, and Zhao Fusheng's company had matters to handle. Even Fan Baobao had to go back to take care of Fan Beibei; they couldn't always leave the little girl with others.

Others might not mind, but Zhao Fusheng and Fan Baobao felt uneasy.

Zhao's mother originally wanted to go along, but after thinking it over, she decided to stay in Ninghai with Zhao's father. Li Yuan, on the other hand, simply handed over the KFC store to her subordinates and directly followed Fan Baobao to the capital.

The reason was simple: she wanted to help her daughter take care of the child.

Zhao Fusheng was naturally overjoyed, since someone was helping Fan Baobao watch the child.

The group took the train back to the capital.

In the blink of an eye, Fan Beibei started school, and the little girl happily went to school.

That's right, happily.

For children, the initial excitement of vacation, playing around and being quite Happy, fades as time goes on. Staying at home all day becomes very boring.

At that point, they look forward to school because they can see their friends again.

Not just Fan Beibei; children all over the world are the same. Zhao Fusheng went through this back in the day.

With Li Yuan around, whether it was Fan Beibei or Zhao Xue, someone took care of them. Zhao Fusheng and Fan Baobao were much more relaxed.

Originally, Zhao Fusheng had planned, if necessary, to hire two nannies from the families of retired soldiers to help with the children. Now that Li Yuan had come, there was no need to worry.

With family matters off his hands, Zhao Fusheng naturally focused his energy on company affairs.

Recently, the development of Future Group had entered a relatively stable phase.

Of course, the main reason was not that the subsidiaries were doing particularly well, but that in the second half of the year, each subsidiary of Future Group began to enter a stage of accumulating strength.

Future Advertising had previously captured a large market and was now in a phase of digesting it. As for Future Technology, to be honest, after so long developing online games, Zhao Fusheng could only say that Dong Guoxiang and his team were very patient.

He could understand, after all, although he had given them the future direction of development, the problem was that this kind of thing couldn't be done just by giving direction; a finished product was needed to verify it.

And Future Technology's team was on that path.

As for Future Film and Television, there was nothing else; recently, they hadn't initiated any projects independently, only co-investing, so no other preparations were needed.

For Future Investment, the highlight was Alibaba's listing at the end of the year. Dong Chenxi's entire focus was on this.

"Are we really not making any other preparations?"

In the general manager's office of Future Investment, Fan Baobao asked Zhao Fusheng.

Zhao Fusheng shook his head and laughed: "Prepare what? Do you think we can prepare enough funds to ensure our shares aren't diluted?"

He paused and smiled: "Besides, do you think those other parties will sit still and do nothing?"

Dong Chenxi was silent. Zhao Fusheng was right; no matter what preparations Future Investment made, they were insignificant compared to the other competitors.

After all, behind those people stood financial giants.

Even they themselves were forces that could summon wind and rain in the capital market.

The reason Future Investment had always held the initiative was that Zhao Fusheng had acted early enough to seize the advantage.

Once the company went public and new shares were issued, unless Future Investment could invest a large amount of capital to maintain its stake, dilution was inevitable.

For example, if Future Investment currently held nearly 40% of Alibaba's shares, and Alibaba's market value reached 100 billion US dollars, Future Investment would need to ensure it had invested 40 billion US dollars.

That was simply impossible!

Although Zhao Fusheng was now wealthy, his cash on hand was limited.

He was not an old-money tycoon and had no way to raise that much capital.

Not everyone had the courage of Sir Y.K. Pao.

Back when he acquired Wharf Holdings, he mobilized an unimaginable amount of cash to defeat the British consortium.

Although this was supported by other Chinese tycoons, one had to admit that Sir Y.K. Pao did a brilliant job in the battle for Wharf!

But the next generation of the Pao family was not the ostentatious type, and they couldn't keep up with the pace of internet enterprise development, so they gradually faded from media attention.

But that didn't mean they were short of money.

"So what do we do?"

Dong Chenxi looked at Zhao Fusheng, hesitant.

Zhao Fusheng smiled: "Let nature take its course. My bottom line is 15% to 20%. Even if diluted, it doesn't matter. The company's market value increases, and our shares become more valuable—that's the most important thing."

Then he sneered: "If pushed too far, if I really get angry, I'll sell all the shares and stop playing with them."

His mindset now was different from the beginning.

In the past, Zhao Fusheng always felt he should strive to earn more money. Now, he thought that once the stock prices of these companies had risen enough, he could simply sell the shares.

Being a happy rich person, enjoying life—wasn't that good?

Zhao Fusheng thought it was good.

Dong Chenxi was startled, looking at Zhao Fusheng in surprise. It was the first time she had heard such words from him, so she was naturally taken aback. She had originally thought Zhao Fusheng would hold onto the shares of these companies forever, but his attitude now clearly indicated he was considering selling.

Yes, Zhao Fusheng selling.

"Are you thinking it's too much trouble?" Dong Chenxi hesitated and asked Zhao Fusheng.

"It's not about trouble."

Zhao Fusheng shook his head: "You'll know when the time comes."

He couldn't tell Dong Chenxi what value the shares of the companies they currently held would reach in the future.

For him, this wealth was an unexpected windfall that no one could imagine.

"Alright."

Dong Chenxi nodded and said nothing more.

After all, although Future Investment was now under her control, Zhao Fusheng was ultimately the decision-maker.

Moreover, in terms of investment vision, Dong Chenxi admitted she was not as sharp as Zhao Fusheng.

Besides, she knew Zhao Fusheng was right: once money reached a certain level, it really didn't mean much.

People worth billions of dollars could enjoy life, let alone those worth tens of billions.

This wasn't a joke. Over in the US, Mark Cuban, the owner of the Dallas Mavericks, sold his billion-dollar internet company and started enjoying life, buying a team and a yacht.

Dong Chenxi also envied that kind of life.

She was a normal person; how could she only like work and not enjoy life?

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"I heard you told Dong Chenxi that you plan to sell the shares after Alibaba goes public?"

The next day at the company headquarters, Zheng Yao asked Zhao Fusheng with a smile.

Zhao Fusheng nodded: "Yes, I do have that idea."

He shrugged: "Is there something wrong with that?"

"You..."

Zheng Yao shook her head helplessly. She was truly speechless.

To be fair, Zhao Fusheng's thinking was fine, but as the company's owner and major shareholder, saying this was a psychological blow to the management.

"Don't worry."

Zhao Fusheng laughed: "I'm just talking. After all, the internet is developing rapidly in recent years. Even if I want to sell the shares, it will be a few years from now."

Then he smiled: "Maybe by then, I'll be a wealthy retiree, traveling around with my wife and children. What do you think?"

Zheng Yao was speechless but had to admit Zhao Fusheng's words made some sense.

After all, the purpose of making money is to enjoy life. No one makes money just for the sake of making money. If someone only watches their wealth increase and lives like an ascetic, that would be truly insane.

"By the way, give me some advice. Should Future Advertising cooperate with Hanxing Investment to enter the Korean market?" Zheng Yao brought up a matter that made Zhao Fusheng frown.

"Entering Korea?"

Zhao Fusheng was taken aback, then looked at Zheng Yao: "What's going on? How did you think of entering the Korean market?"

In his view, the Korean advertising circle was very exclusive. Since its industries were controlled by chaebols, any external force trying to enter would face fierce resistance.

"Actually, not really."

Zheng Yao shook her head with a wry smile: "I'm just considering it. Liang Jingyu mentioned earlier that we might have an opportunity now, since the Korean chaebols are in a period of tension. If we seize the chance to reach a cooperation agreement with one of them, we might be able to break into the Korean market."

"No need."

Zhao Fusheng thought for a moment and directly shook his head: "There's no need to take risks."