Chapter 0171 Trust

In this world, who isn't struggling to live while not wanting to live, getting hurt while learning to be strong?

Zhao Fusheng really liked Pu Shu, a man who, after many years, still returned as a youth. Even after being reborn, sometimes Zhao Fusheng still found it hard.

We all long to be middle-aged but live like youths, but now he increasingly felt that he was clearly a youth but lived like a middle-aged man.

Overcautious and indecisive.

Though reluctant to admit it, Zhao Fusheng had to say that in this rebirth, while he had gained some maturity and steadiness, he had lost the spirit of youth.

Which of the two was better, Zhao Fusheng himself couldn't say, because until character is tested by life, there is ultimately no answer.

"Dad, I..." Hesitating, Zhao Fusheng wanted to say something to his father but ultimately couldn't get the words out.

Father Zhao chuckled: "You little brat, don't overthink it. Your dad knows what he's doing. Later, I'll discuss it with Uncle Chen, and we'll follow your suggestion—first settle the equity ownership, then attract investment."

As he spoke, he explained to Zhao Fusheng: "You don't know, the location around the first floor is particularly good. I think we could rent out all the street-facing shops. I reckon quite a few people would be interested. Besides, we can take the contract to the bank for a loan..."

Watching his father talk endlessly, Zhao Fusheng smiled.

In his previous life, his father might have been worn down by life, wasting away the years. But now, he was like a youth, eagerly envisioning the future.

As for himself, he was more like a middle-aged man, overcautious and hesitant.

"You're capable now. If it weren't for my son giving you advice, who knows who'd be running around like a headless chicken?" Mother Zhao came out of the bedroom just then. She had clearly heard everything Zhao Fusheng said, and without sparing Father Zhao any face, she directly exposed his old secrets.

Zhao Fusheng was stunned. Thinking about it carefully, wasn't his father's speech exactly what he himself had just said?

So after all that, you're still uncertain.

But on second thought, he understood his father's meaning. It seemed he had already accepted his idea internally, which was why he said it that way.

With that thought, Zhao Fusheng's mood naturally lightened. He heard Father Zhao casually reply: "So what? He's my son, I'm his father. Isn't it only natural for him to give me advice?"

"Shameless. Your son? If I hadn't given birth, could you have done it yourself?" Mother Zhao retorted without mercy.

Perhaps because Zhao Fusheng had returned from Beijing, the oppressive atmosphere at home over the past few days had vanished without a trace, and even his parents' smiles had increased.

"Alright, Mom, Dad, I need to go back to school. I have class tomorrow." Zhao Fusheng thought for a moment and said to his parents: "As for the mall, just do as I said. If Dad thinks the investment isn't reliable, don't rush it. Start with attracting tenants, collect rent first, then talk about other things."

This was a last resort, after all, his dad was short on money now.

Father Zhao nodded: "Don't worry, I know what I'm doing. Just focus on your studies and don't overthink things."

"Yes, your task now is to study. Your dad and I will handle family matters. Besides, Aunt Li is helping us, so it's fine." Mother Zhao also said seriously to Zhao Fusheng.

In parents' eyes, no matter how accomplished their children become, they are still children.

Zhao Fusheng didn't argue. He obediently nodded in agreement, said goodbye to Li Yuan, got into a taxi, and returned to school.

Sitting in the taxi, Zhao Fusheng's expression was calm, and so was his inner world. At this time in his previous life, his young heart was restless and anxious, feeling that anything was possible yet afraid of achieving nothing. Now, he had long passed that stage.

In one's early twenties, just摆脱 the ignorance of youth and starting to think about the direction of life, every day is uneasy. Perhaps harboring unspoken dreams and hesitating, perhaps standing before many choices at a loss, perhaps vowing with the confidence of youth to achieve something, because people at this age are easily deceived by inspirational words, believing that hard work can accomplish anything.

But now, Zhao Fusheng had long understood that fate often likes to use three parts malice and seven parts mockery, catching everyone off guard and showing them what it means that life is unpredictable and ever-changing.

For example, some people clearly don't want to live, feeling life is meaningless, yet they often live long, while others desperately try to survive but have short lives.

Originally a materialist, after experiencing rebirth, Zhao Fusheng now occasionally leans toward idealism.

His father's choice might be a bit radical and risky, but Zhao Fusheng could understand it. After all, at his age, even if he wanted to struggle, he had no chance.

Not everyone is Chu Shijian, able to start a new business at seventy, nor is everyone Jiang Ziya, willing to fish by the Wei River waiting for an opportunity.

Living, one must ultimately strive and fight.

Isn't there a saying: 'Take a gamble, a bicycle turns into a motorcycle. Bet a bet, a motorcycle turns into a Land Rover.'

The so-called 'bet' here isn't gambling, but making a choice at certain crossroads in life.

When he returned to the dormitory, Wen Yu and Tan Kaixuan were playing games. Seeing Zhao Fusheng come in, Tan Kaixuan smiled and asked: "How was it? A week in Beijing, did you have fun with the beautiful Mu?"

"Don't even mention it, a ton of stuff." Zhao Fusheng shook his head and waved his hand: "I barely went out to have fun."

That was his honest thought, but not because he was really busy—rather, he felt there was nowhere to go. In his previous life, he had drifted in Beijing for ten years, worked as a salesman, sold insurance, and had walked almost every street in Beijing. Now revisiting the old place, he had long lost that initial sense of novelty.

"Oh... we get it!" Tan Kaixuan grinned, winking at Zhao Fusheng, and exchanged a knowing smile with Wen Yu that only men understand.

In their minds, if he had no time to go out, he must have been stuck with the beautiful Mu all day.

Zhao Fusheng rolled his eyes, too lazy to bother with these two shameless guys. He had been exhausted since morning, his body aching and his eyelids growing heavier. He simply tidied up, lay down on the bed, and soon fell asleep.

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