Chapter 1797: The Real Target

Playing matchmaker was undoubtedly a joke.

Zhao Fusheng was just expressing his feelings, hoping that Gu Tian wouldn't miss his own destiny.

Stars are also human beings; they need to have their own lives.

Fandom that goes so far as to forbid them from dating is an approach to idols and is too inhumane.

After the meal, they toured the scenery around Tsim Sha Tsui, and then the group parted ways.

At the moment of parting, Zhao Fusheng said to Gu Tian, "I reckon that sooner or later, someone will ask you about today's events."

After all, TVB, having suffered a loss, would certainly look for the cause, and might even think of everything that happened today. By then, Gu Tian would inevitably be the one questioned.

"Don't worry, I won't talk nonsense," Gu Tian quickly said to Zhao Fusheng.

"No."

Zhao Fusheng smiled and waved his hand: "You don't need to hide anything; just tell them directly who I am."

"Ah?"

Gu Tian was taken aback. He had originally thought Zhao Fusheng was telling him not to speak carelessly, but unexpectedly, he was telling him to honestly tell the truth.

"Don't understand?"

Zhao Fusheng laughed heartily and patted Gu Tian on the shoulder: "You don't need to understand too much. Just remember that this matter is not harmful to you or me."

"Alright."

Gu Tian nodded. Since Zhao Fusheng had said so, he naturally had to listen.

As Zhao Fusheng said, telling the truth was actually not harmful to either himself or Zhao Fusheng. Since that was the case, why lie?

Watching Gu Tian leave, Fan Baobao and Zhao Fusheng went upstairs.

"You're actually helping Gu Tian, aren't you?"

Fan Baobao suddenly asked Zhao Fusheng as they walked.

Zhao Fusheng smiled upon hearing this and looked at his wife: "Why do you think that?"

"Of course."

Fan Baobao blinked and said seriously: "If TVB asks him about our identities, by telling the truth, he's essentially doing them a favor, right?"

"Right, and wrong."

Zhao Fusheng shook his head and said to Fan Baobao: "Even if he doesn't tell, they can actually find out, just with some effort. Since that's the case, let him tell the truth to avoid resentment. Besides, I actually want to settle this matter quickly."

"Hmm?"

Fan Baobao raised an eyebrow, frowned slightly, and asked in surprise: "Settle it quickly?"

"Yes."

Zhao Fusheng nodded: "We came out to relax, not to fight with people."

"That's true."

Fan Baobao nodded, deeply agreeing with Zhao Fusheng's words.

The two of them had come out this time to travel and enjoy the scenery, but they encountered such an incident. She also didn't want this to ruin their trip.

Women always like their husbands to spend more time with them, even though they know that career and family are not always easy to balance.

But isn't that how people are? They always habitually make unrealistic demands of themselves or others.

"Besides, my real target is not TVB."

Zhao Fusheng casually said a sentence, which immediately stunned Fan Baobao.

Real target?

She noticed Zhao Fusheng's last sentence and then looked at him: "What do you mean? Are you not planning to deal with TVB?"

Zhao Fusheng smiled but didn't explain. Instead, he took out his phone and dialed Tan Kaixuan's private number.

"You finally called me."

Tan Kaixuan's voice came from the other end of the line, with a hint of teasing: "What's with this trip to Hong Kong? One thing after another. Is Hong Kong cursed for you? I feel like every time you go, you end up offending someone."

"Get lost!"

Zhao Fusheng replied irritably: "Stop making sarcastic remarks. I'm telling you, keep a close watch on Cathay Pacific!"

"Don't worry, I never forgot."

Tan Kaixuan said on the phone: "I've already arranged for people to quietly absorb their shares. But honestly, no matter how many floating shares we absorb, they'll eventually notice. Do you have any good ideas?"

"Ideas?"

Zhao Fusheng sneered: "The idea is that this time, I'm going to teach those foreigners at the Bank of East Asia a good lesson."

"Alright..."

Tan Kaixuan was speechless, then thought: "By the way, what are your thoughts on CITIC?"

After all, it was a large state-owned enterprise with backing.

Zhao Fusheng shook his head: "No thoughts. Whoever backs them is none of our business. We only focus on absorbing stocks, then driving up the price, and then cashing out. What they choose to do is their business."

To be honest, although they were also Chinese, Zhao Fusheng found it hard to regard these Chinese-funded enterprises as his own.

The reason was simple: most of them had become tools for some people in China to amass wealth.

However, the public was not aware of this.

"Okay, I understand."

Tan Kaixuan nodded. After a few more words, they hung up.

Seeing Zhao Fusheng put down the phone, Fan Baobao was astonished: "So, your real target is Cathay Pacific?"

She really hadn't expected that at this moment, Zhao Fusheng and Tan Kaixuan were still scheming, and moreover, their targets had coincidentally chosen to use the TVB incident as a cover.

Zhao Fusheng nodded: "Yes, as I said from the beginning, our target was never TVB."

This was the truth.

The TVB incident was merely a coincidence; it had never been part of Zhao Fusheng and Tan Kaixuan's plan.

From start to finish, Zhao Fusheng and Tan Kaixuan's target was Cathay Pacific.

They had been worried about how to achieve this quietly, but then the TVB incident occurred. They immediately adapted to the situation, driving up TVB's stock price while quietly absorbing Cathay Pacific shares.

Clearly, the plan was very successful.

"Too cunning!"

After a long while, Fan Baobao said to Zhao Fusheng in exasperation.

She really hadn't expected Zhao Fusheng and Tan Kaixuan to have such a plan; it was too ruthless.

To be honest, she felt a bit sorry for the top brass at TVB. They probably never imagined that the stock price surge they were scrambling over was merely a tool used by Zhao Fusheng and Tan Kaixuan to divert attention.

But on second thought, it was quite normal. After all, they were businessmen; wasn't this kind of maneuvering standard practice?

"Come on, let's not worry about that. There are more interesting things tomorrow."

As he spoke, Zhao Fusheng ruffled Fan Baobao's hair and walked toward the hotel.

The group returned to the hotel and went straight to rest.

...

...

Zhao Fusheng had a peaceful sleep, but some people couldn't sleep.

That night, TVB's top executives held an emergency meeting to discuss how to handle the situation.

In the end, the strategy they came up with did not satisfy Fong Yat-wah.

"Don't tell me this is the solution you've come up with."

Fong Yat-wah took the stack of papers in front of her and threw them directly onto the desk: "Is your head full of shit?"

None of the executives dared to speak; they just stood there silently.

"Sixth Aunt..."

Someone who had a good relationship with Fong Yat-wah tried to speak, but she directly waved her hand: "I don't want to hear explanations; I only want to see results! If we follow your plan, doesn't that mean we have to compete with them in financial strength?"

Everyone was speechless, wanting to tell her that such struggles in the stock market ultimately came down to a contest of financial resources.

Whoever had more money and could mobilize more funds would be in an invincible position.

Back when the tycoon Pao acquired Wharf Holdings, he relied on the support of more Chinese businessmen, quickly raising a large amount of funds and achieving victory in the shortest time.

Now, Fong Yat-wah was calling their plan stupid. Faced with such an inexperienced boss, the helplessness in everyone's hearts was palpable.

Outsiders directing insiders is undoubtedly the most terrifying thing in the world.

Because those outsiders don't care about objective factors; they only demand results, and specifically the results they want.

As for the cost of achieving those results or whether it might be counterproductive, that is entirely outside their consideration.

Fong Yat-wah was exactly that kind of outsider.

Her background as a nightclub singer meant that she often didn't consider things comprehensively, making decisions based solely on her preferences.

This was a very bad habit.

But there was no help for it; she was the boss, and whatever she said went.

The executives had no choice but to obediently leave the office.

Watching their retreating figures, Fong Yat-wah sat in her office and silently sighed.

She knew well that her methods were criticized by many, but there was no help for it; many things left her feeling helpless.

Under the current circumstances, having TVB fork out several billion to support the stock price was simply impossible!

Sir Run Run Shaw was notoriously stingy. Although he had donated countless sums to the mainland, that was for charity, and besides, there was his own agenda behind it.

When it came to company management, hah, after all these years with Sir Run Run Shaw, Fong Yat-wah was well aware of his stance.

He was a man who was stingy to the extreme!

Even today, Fong Yat-wah knew very well that Sir Run Run Shaw would never agree to such a stock support plan. Moreover, as his health deteriorated, he might consider selling his shares to cash out.

As for whether this would affect TVB's operations?

Hah, he himself was already on the verge of death; why would he care so much?

But Fong Yat-wah didn't think that way. She desperately wanted to own TVB, because it was what she had worked hard for many years and longed to obtain.