Chapter 1904: Equal Opportunities

Zhao Fusheng had long wanted to let Wu Sijie work independently.

After all, he had been by his side for quite some time, and he understood all aspects of his situation. Whether it was character or ability, Zhao Fusheng had a clear understanding of Wu Sijie.

Capable people should be given opportunities.

That was why Zhao Fusheng suddenly asked Wu Sijie to start handling matters in this area.

Of course, assessment was also a factor; he couldn't just promote him for no reason. There had to be some achievements to show for it.

The outcome of the film and television city project would determine how much attention Wu Sijie could receive in the Future Group and what position he could attain.

In fact, both Zhao Fusheng and Wu Sijie knew that this assessment was an exam for him.

Whether it was a passing grade of sixty, a perfect score of one hundred, or failing to meet the requirements, it all depended on Wu Sijie's own performance.

Zhao Fusheng, as the boss, had given him the stage. Whether he could perform this grand play well depended on whether Wu Sijie had learned real skills while under Zhao Fusheng's tutelage over the years.

To be honest, if he failed, he might not even keep his current position.

After all, whether in the Future Group or with other headhunting firms outside, too many people were eyeing this position.

Who wouldn't want to become Zhao Fusheng's assistant?

That was a shortcut to the top.

People strive to move upward, just as water flows downward. Naturally, there were plenty willing to be Zhao Fusheng's secretary.

The two walked around, mainly checking the nearby terrain. They had to admit that the scenery here was really beautiful, especially since it hadn't been officially developed yet—picturesque and charming.

"A good place."

Zhao Fusheng stood on a high ridge, looking at the mountains not far away, and said to Wu Sijie.

Wu Sijie nodded: "Yes, to be honest, I feel a bit reluctant to destroy the tranquility here with my own hands."

"Scenery must be seen by people to be appreciated."

Zhao Fusheng said indifferently.

He found Wu Sijie's words laughable. Perhaps this was the mentality of most Chinese businessmen—while saying they were reluctant, they showed no mercy in their actions.

It wasn't a matter of character flaws, but that everyone was used to being hypocritical.

Perhaps in their view, business should be done this way.

Zhao Fusheng could understand but couldn't agree.

"Chairman, do you think if we develop this area into a tourist zone, it will drive up housing prices here?" Wu Sijie suddenly asked Zhao Fusheng.

Zhao Fusheng was startled, then laughed.

This guy Wu Sijie was thinking quite far ahead, already considering real estate development.

But he had to admit that Wu Sijie indeed lived up to his expectations; in fact, his thinking was correct.

In the future, housing prices near the capital would basically be one word: expensive!

Two words: very expensive!

Three words: extremely expensive!

Although Zhao Fusheng said he didn't quite understand this situation, the reality was that housing prices in the capital were outrageously high.

Many people might struggle for most of their lives and still not be able to afford a bathroom in the capital.

Zhao Fusheng didn't know if this was ironic, but to be honest, every time he heard this saying, he couldn't laugh.

"If you want to get into real estate, you can contact President Zheng."

After thinking for a moment, Zhao Fusheng said to Wu Sijie: "But housing prices will definitely rise."

Wu Sijie nodded, but felt a bit puzzled. After all, he had just mentioned it casually; how could Zhao Fusheng be so sure that housing prices would rise?

But he was smart and naturally wouldn't speak recklessly, just silently nodded in agreement.

As the sun set, Zhao Fusheng and Wu Sijie stood on the hillside, looking out at the capital's city area where high-rise buildings could be seen rising one after another.

"I hope you can become the next Liang Jingyu."

Zhao Fusheng's words made Wu Sijie feel excited all over.

His tone was relaxed, and although the words were spoken casually, Wu Sijie was no fool; words spoken in such a context carried unusual meaning.

Who was Liang Jingyu?

He was the high-ranking official in charge of the Future Group's Korean subsidiary, a fact that alone made others envious.

Better to be the head of a chicken than the tail of a phoenix—this was a traditional mindset for many Chinese people since ancient times. No one wanted to be a yes-man under someone else; everyone hoped to wield power and manage a large group of people.

And Liang Jingyu was undoubtedly the most successful example among the later arrivals in the Future Group.

Everyone knew that besides those who had followed Zhao Fusheng from Ninghai and fought alongside him, only Liang Jingyu could be considered a rising star.

Wu Sijie also wanted to become that kind of person.

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After wandering outside for a while, when Zhao Fusheng and Wu Sijie returned to the set, Fan Baobao was chatting with a group of cautious actors.

After all, she was the boss's wife.

If Zhao Fusheng was the emperor of the Future Group empire, then Fan Baobao was the undisputed empress.

With her status, everyone on the set was an employee of Future Film and Television. Who would dare disrespect her? That would be like the God of Longevity hanging himself—courting death.

"What are you chatting about, so happily?"

Zhao Fusheng walked over and asked with a smile.

"How was the scenery?"

Fan Baobao smiled and asked Zhao Fusheng.

Zhao Fusheng nodded: "Not bad, the environment here is quite nice."

He didn't mention the plan for Wu Sijie to build a film base; there was no need, as Fan Baobao wasn't interested anyway.

Moreover, this was just a plan that needed to be discussed by the group, and negotiations between Future Film and Television, Future Investment, and headquarters before a final decision could be made.

An investment of at least over a billion was no small matter.

Even if it was Zhao Fusheng's idea, it couldn't be implemented immediately.

This was a necessary process for a mature enterprise: from the initial top decision-maker making decisions on a whim to eventually becoming mature and rational, every matter was discussed before a final decision.

A modern enterprise must do this.

Unless it was a family-style company, where such considerations weren't necessary; as long as the patriarch agreed, the rest was just execution.

"To be honest, if we have time, we could buy a house here and use it for vacations when we're free."

Yu Feihong said casually.

She had been filming here recently and really liked the environment. Compared to the noisy city, the atmosphere and everything around here were so comforting.

"Yes, that's true."

Fan Baobao also nodded.

She wasn't the type to enjoy lively places, and the environment here really suited her tastes.

"Then let's build a building."

Zhao Fusheng laughed and said casually.

"Huh?"

"What did you say?"

"Build a building?"

Everyone was stunned, including the actors sitting there listening to the conversation; they were all dumbfounded.

At the drop of a hat, they were going to build a building?

Wasn't money money?

They looked at each other, speechless, because they really hadn't expected such a move.

Everyone present knew that Zhao Fusheng was rich. As signed artists of Future Film and Television, they knew their boss's wealth, and they knew he had at least tens of billions.

But the problem was, no matter how rich he was, there was still a vast distance between his life and theirs.

It was like how we always hear that Bill Gates is the world's richest man, but in fact, most people have no clear concept of how much wealth Bill Gates has or what his daily life is like.

This was similar to the old farmer guessing that the emperor ate with a golden bowl.

In later times, Ma Xiaoyun wore a pair of shoes, and everyone guessed they were worth at least over a hundred thousand, but in reality, they cost only a dozen or so at a roadside stall.

Often, we are willing to judge things using the logic we believe in, forgetting that the truth is actually simple and right before our eyes.