Chapter 1809: An Unexpected Resolution

By the time Zhao Fusheng and Fan Beibei reached Tong Kexin and her mother, Tong Kexin's mother was already standing up with her daughter's help.

She had just been grazed by a car.

To be precise, she was sweeping the street when a blue supercar zoomed past. Tong Kexin's mother dodged quickly but was knocked down by the scrape.

"Auntie, are you okay?"

Zhao Fusheng came over and asked with concern.

"Ah, it's you. I'm fine, really." Tong Kexin's mother shook her head, but Zhao Fusheng noticed she was clutching her arm, her brow furrowed—clearly she was injured.

"Call an ambulance."

Zhao Fusheng instructed Wu Sijie.

Then he looked at the young man and said coldly, "How do you drive?"

"Hey, what do you mean by 'how do I drive'!"

The young man took offense, clearly not accepting Zhao Fusheng's accusation.

"You hit someone. Apologize!"

Zhao Fusheng didn't want to waste words with him. Waving his hand, he said to the man, "When the police get here, you can explain yourself to them."

Then he pointed to a nearby camera: "And there's a surveillance camera over there. It'll be clear whose fault it is."

The man glared: "Who do you think you are? I'll..."

Before he could finish, he saw the group of bodyguards appearing behind Zhao Fusheng.

The words he was about to say died in his throat.

In the capital, dragons and tigers lie hidden; you never know what big shot you might run into—that was beyond doubt.

"Either apologize and pay compensation, or wait for the police to handle it."

Zhao Fusheng didn't want to waste words with him. He had little tolerance for rich second-generation types who liked to race through the city.

People were different, Zhao Fusheng knew that well. So he was generally polite to those at the bottom of society, as long as they weren't unreasonable. He would even offer them a smile.

But for those who had money and still liked to show off, Zhao Fusheng's principle was always to teach them why the flowers are so red.

"You!"

The man wanted to retort, but Zhao Fusheng ignored him and asked Tong Kexin's mother with concern, "Are you alright? Do you feel any discomfort anywhere?"

"I'm fine, cough, cough..." Tong Kexin's mother coughed as she spoke to Zhao Fusheng: "No need to go to so much trouble. I can just go home and rest."

"No, you should go to the hospital."

The young man suddenly said, "Get checked out, spend what needs to be spent. I don't want anyone saying I fled the scene!"

"Hmm?"

Zhao Fusheng raised an eyebrow and looked at the guy. He hadn't expected him to have some character.

"Don't look at me like that. At first I thought she was a scammer."

Seeing Zhao Fusheng look at him, the young man said, "Since she's not, fine. I was on the phone while driving and wasn't paying attention. I'll pay whatever compensation is needed, cover the medical bills, and if she needs time off to recover, I'll cover lost wages too."

Interesting!

Zhao Fusheng gave the young man a long look. He hadn't expected him to be a rich second-generation with a brain.

But that was fine. Since he was willing to take responsibility, there was no need for Zhao Fusheng to do anything else.

"Alright, then let's leave it at that."

Zhao Fusheng nodded, told Wu Sijie to stay with two bodyguards to accompany Tong Kexin's mother while waiting for the ambulance, and left with Fan Beibei.

Originally, he had wanted to take Tong Kexin to his home, but the girl refused to leave her mother, so Zhao Fusheng didn't insist.

As for the rich second-generation, he naturally stayed to wait for the ambulance.

...

...

Back home, he handed Fan Beibei over to Li Yuan and told Fan Baobao about the incident.

"Actually, not all rich second-generation kids are bad."

Fan Baobao thought for a moment and said to Zhao Fusheng, "This one seems pretty decent."

Zhao Fusheng smiled but didn't agree or disagree.

"What? Don't you think I'm right?"

Fan Baobao noticed his expression and asked, puzzled.

"It's not that you're wrong."

Zhao Fusheng waved his hand: "Human nature is hard to guess."

"What do you mean?"

Fan Baobao looked at him blankly, clearly not understanding his words.

Zhao Fusheng explained: "How should I put it? Today, I happened to be there. The rich second-generation saw me and the group of bodyguards, so he had no choice but to back down. But what if I hadn't been there? What choice would he have made? And what if it had happened in some remote, unknown place?"

Fan Baobao was taken aback and fell silent.

Seeing her mood visibly sink, Zhao Fusheng smiled and said, "That's why I say human nature is a fuzzy thing. Like when we went to Hong Kong before—what did you think of the Hong Kong people's attitude toward mainlanders?"

"Well..."

Fan Baobao tilted her head, thought for a moment, and finally said, "To be honest, I always felt that Hong Kong people look down on mainlanders, like they're inherently superior."

"Exactly."

Zhao Fusheng nodded: "In many Hong Kong people's minds, they are above mainlanders but below Westerners. That's a result of long-term colonization. Even many mainlanders, when they think of Hong Kong, assume Hong Kong people must be rich. If you went on the street and asked girls if they'd marry a Hong Kong man, nine out of ten would say yes."

"The reason is simple: they think Hong Kong people are wealthy, cultured, have good jobs, and live in big houses. But what's the reality?"

Zhao Fusheng smiled: "The so-called 'thousand-square-foot luxury apartments' in Hong Kong are actually about the size of our ninety-square-meter homes. There are also many people in Hong Kong struggling to make a living. But most people don't see that."

Fan Baobao was silent. She had to admit Zhao Fusheng was right.

"Just wait. Hong Kong's development will slow down more and more." Zhao Fusheng said flatly: "Sooner or later, those idiot Hong Kongers will stir up trouble, because they think only their foreign daddy is family, and the mainland should keep pumping blood to them."

Fan Baobao was stunned: "That... that's too much, isn't it?"

Clearly, she didn't believe Hong Kong people would do such a thing.

"Heh, that's why I say human nature is the hardest thing to figure out." Zhao Fusheng laughed coldly: "If you're good to them, they take it for granted, thinking they deserve it. Over time, they think everything is their due. The saying 'a favor in need is a favor indeed, but a favor too often breeds resentment' applies here. In my opinion, those Hong Kong people are ungrateful wolves..."

"Alright, alright, this has nothing to do with us. Don't get angry."

Fan Baobao looked at him helplessly, patted his shoulder, and said, "Don't be angry. It's not necessary, not worth it."

"I know."

Zhao Fusheng sighed, seemed about to say something, but ultimately dropped the topic.

There were things he couldn't talk about, couldn't say, and could only watch happen.

...

...

The next morning, when Wu Sijie came to report on work, he mentioned the incident from yesterday.

"That rich second-generation kid was decent. He paid for all the hospital checks, and when he heard Tong Kexin's mother needed to rest for a while, he even went to her workplace to inform them and said he'd cover lost wages and nutrition fees."

Wu Sijie reported to Zhao Fusheng.

"Heh, he really is a decent guy." Zhao Fusheng said with a faint smile.

"Who knows."

Wu Sijie shrugged: "Probably, like you said, he knew it was his fault and couldn't avoid it."

Zhao Fusheng chuckled but said nothing more.

He never hesitated to assume the worst about others' intentions. For Zhao Fusheng, the evil side of human nature was sometimes only seconds away from the good side.

That wasn't an exaggeration; it was the truth.

Because often, making a choice is a split-second decision. No one knows whether the choice they make is right or wrong.

"By the way, Director Dong from Future Network called. He said if you have time, could you drop by?"

Wu Sijie recalled something and said to Zhao Fusheng.

"Future Network?"

Zhao Fusheng was startled, then smiled. He was a bit surprised that Dong Guoxiang had invited him to Future Technology. Could it be that the voice-calling tool he'd mentioned earlier had been developed?

With that thought, Zhao Fusheng nodded: "Do I have any other arrangements today? If not, let's go now."

"Alright, I'll notify Director Dong right away."

Wu Sijie quickly nodded.

As the chairman's assistant, one of his duties was to properly arrange Zhao Fusheng's schedule, assist him in handling matters, and complete the tasks assigned to him.

Dong Guoxiang was delighted when he received the notice.

He hurried to the R&D lab and said to the busy programmers, "Everyone, get ready. The chairman is coming for a visit today."

"Really?"

"The boss is the boss! He actually got him to come!"

"This is our chance to shine!"

"Quick, debug everything. Debug."

Among programmers, most were tech geeks. For them, work was the only joy; everything else was trivial.

And if their work could be appreciated, that was even better.

Clearly, they all knew that Zhao Fusheng was the one who could make their dreams come true.

Watching his busy programmers, Dong Guoxiang's face broke into a satisfied smile. He knew that whether he could surprise Zhao Fusheng today depended entirely on them.