Chapter 1806: Doorstep Apology

Le Yiling was a very clever woman; otherwise, she couldn't have risen from nothing to become one of the four top executives at TVB.

The position of being second only to one and above ten thousand was not easy to hold.

Especially at TVB, where scheming was a given and paparazzi were everywhere. To be honest, if this got out, Le Yiling felt that TVB might be in big trouble.

"Let's leave it at that for now."

Fang Yihua shook her head wearily: "Let Ah Zeng test the waters first. You contact Koo, ask him to find out what Zhao Fusheng really wants."

To be honest, Fang Yihua had to admit she couldn't fathom the thoughts of such a tycoon.

There were also gaps among the wealthy.

For instance, in Hong Kong, Sir Run Run was considered rich, but compared to Li the Superhero and Shark Tan, he fell short.

Yet Li the Superhero and his ilk, compared to Sir Huo, were also lacking.

The former was a gap in wealth, while the latter, though perhaps ahead in wealth, lagged far behind in social status.

Not everyone could have a national flag draped over their coffin after death or appoint a chief executive during their lifetime.

Across Hong Kong and Macau, only Macau King He Xian and Hong Kong's Sir Huo had that qualification.

Because these two were genuine patriots through and through.

As for Li the Superhero, well, he was just a profit-driven merchant.

This wasn't a joke; it was the truth.

It's just that some things were left unsaid.

"Okay, I understand, Auntie Six."

Le Yiling nodded respectfully to Fang Yihua.

Waving her hand, Fang Yihua dismissed her from the office.

Sitting in her office, rubbing her temples with a headache, Fang Yihua suddenly felt a sense of powerlessness.

Living in Hong Kong, she knew well how powerful money could be.

If Zhao Fusheng were just a nouveau riche from the mainland, she might not be so worried, but he had deep pockets, with wealth comparable to the top tycoons in Hong Kong.

That made things very troublesome.

Should she really ask Uncle Six to step in?

The thought flashed through her mind, and Fang Yihua gritted her teeth, hesitating inwardly.

She knew that if Sir Run Run intervened, given his long-standing charitable reputation in the country, Zhao Fusheng would likely back down. But the problem, as Le Yiling said, was that the other party might have already achieved his goal.

Under such circumstances, what use was it even if she conceded?

With that thought, a cold glint flashed in Fang Yihua's eyes, and she made up her mind.

...

...

Zhao Fusheng, of course, didn't know that many people couldn't sleep soundly because of him that night.

He slept well, and when he got up in the morning, he promised Fan Baobao to take her shopping again today.

"Shall we go to Macau for fun?"

Fan Baobao said with interest to Zhao Fusheng: "I heard the casinos there are super luxurious."

"You don't know how to gamble, so what's the fun?"

Zhao Fusheng said helplessly: "You go if you want; I'm not going."

"Alright."

Fan Baobao was a bit disappointed but nodded: "If you're not going, I won't either."

They say the wife follows the husband, but in her case, Zhao Fusheng had almost zero hobbies—no liking for beautiful women or gambling, no bad habits. His only pastime was probably surfing the internet and reading.

Sometimes Fan Baobao thought she must have saved the world in a past life to meet Zhao Fusheng in this one.

"By the way, is TVB's stock going to drop today?"

Fan Baobao suddenly remembered something and asked Zhao Fusheng.

Zhao Fusheng nodded: "Barring any surprises, it will indeed drop."

"And then?"

Fan Baobao asked Zhao Fusheng.

"And then?"

Zhao Fusheng suddenly smiled: "And then, nothing."

"Huh?"

Fan Baobao looked bewildered. What did he mean by nothing? Was it all over just like that?

Seeing her expression, Zhao Fusheng ruffled her hair: "Silly, do you think I should do something?"

"Not necessarily."

Fan Baobao shook her head: "It's not a big deal anyway; there's no need to go that far."

She meant it. It wasn't a major issue. In fact, she already felt Zhao Fusheng was making a mountain out of a molehill.

Investing hundreds of millions at the drop of a hat—if they made money, fine, but if they lost, she'd feel very guilty.

Zhao Fusheng nodded: "I know, so I'm just teaching them a lesson."

Then he said to Fan Baobao: "Old Tan has already released the news, and we've sold all our shares. So this matter ends here."

"That's good."

Fan Baobao nodded, but didn't notice the smile on Zhao Fusheng's lips.

Their attack might indeed be over, but no one could guarantee what would happen next.

Zhao Fusheng only said he wouldn't make a move, not that others would stay put.

There was plenty of hot money in Hong Kong. TVB's stock price had inexplicably soared recently, so someone must have been sharpening their knives. Now that it was revealed that the US hedge fund wasn't interested in TVB.

Any discerning person could see that the stock price had been maliciously manipulated.

Under such circumstances, the hot money in the market would surely strike.

As for the final outcome, Zhao Fusheng didn't know and didn't intend to find out.

For him, this was just a lesson for TVB, earning himself a few billion in pocket money. The subsequent developments had nothing to do with him, and he didn't plan to care.

Of course, he wouldn't tell Fan Baobao that. Since she thought the matter was over with his withdrawal, that was for the best.

Just as the couple were talking, Wu Sijie knocked and entered.

"Chairman, Zeng Lizhen from TVB is here and wants to see you." Wu Sijie said to Zhao Fusheng.

"See me?"

Zhao Fusheng chuckled but waved his hand: "No need. Tell her to go back and that the matter is settled."

He could guess Zeng Lizhen's purpose with his eyes closed. Koo had messaged him that morning saying TVB had called to inquire about his identity.

Unless Fang Yihua had gone mad, knowing his identity, she would inevitably choose to seek peace.

So as the instigator of the whole affair, Zeng Lizhen was the most suitable person to come apologize and test his attitude.

He had to admit that in Hong Kong's circle, no one who became wealthy was a fool.

Even those who seemed dull were not easy to deal with.

Therefore, Zhao Fusheng had no intention of meeting Zeng Lizhen.

Not because he didn't want a reconciliation, but because it was unnecessary.

"Are you really not going to see her?"

Fan Baobao asked Zhao Fusheng, puzzled.

She had thought Zhao Fusheng would meet Zeng Lizhen and accept her apology.

Zhao Fusheng smiled slightly: "No need. What's her status compared to mine? Fang Yihua knows very well that Zeng Lizhen's position doesn't match mine. Sending her is just giving me an excuse to vent."

Fan Baobao thought about it and realized he was right.

If she truly wanted to apologize, Fang Yihua should have come in person.

But she didn't, clearly a probing gesture to see what Zhao Fusheng intended to do.

And Zhao Fusheng, by not seeing Zeng Lizhen but telling her the matter was over, naturally conveyed his stance.

This is where it ends.

That was Zhao Fusheng's meaning.

As for the problems TVB would face next, that was TVB's concern, not his.

His intention was simple: he had vented his anger and would not continue to retaliate.

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...

Downstairs in the hotel lobby, Zeng Lizhen was waiting.

Soon, Wu Sijie came out.

"Ms. Zeng, our chairman said he accepts your apology, but he has other matters to attend to and won't meet you in person."

Wu Sijie said calmly to Zeng Lizhen.

"Huh?"

Zeng Lizhen was taken aback, then smiled bitterly: "Chairman Zhao really won't see me?"

"Yes."

Wu Sijie chuckled: "The chairman is very busy today. Mr. Lee Kun-hee has scheduled a call with him to discuss the share swap between Samsung Group, CJ Group, and our Future Group's Korean subsidiary. So I'm sorry, but please go back."

"..."

Zeng Lizhen was speechless.

This was the gap!

A gap clearly laid out.

Needless to say, when one's business partners were Lee Kun-hee of Samsung, why would he bother meeting a TVB executive?

"Ms. Zeng, please don't misunderstand. The chairman means he has received your apology, and the matter ends here."

Wu Sijie looked at Zeng Lizhen's reaction, smiled calmly, and relayed Zhao Fusheng's words.

Ends here?

Zeng Lizhen was at a loss for words.

Wu Sijie didn't waste more words with her. He smiled, turned, and went back upstairs, leaving Zeng Lizhen standing there in a daze.

After a long while, Zeng Lizhen came to her senses, but Wu Sijie was already gone.

She laughed at herself. She knew that in their eyes, she was nothing. Even Zhao Fusheng's assistant could be dismissive toward her.

How ridiculous that she had put on airs before, acting superior. Looking back now, she felt like a clown.

But perhaps that was why the other party didn't even bother to step on her, simply telling her the matter was over.

Since that was the case, she could go back and report to Fang Yihua.

As for how to deal with the ensuing trouble, that was the board's problem.