Chapter 1909: The Law Knows No Favor

Opportunities are always reserved for those who have ideas.

Wu Sijie was a man with ideas and preparation, so when Zhao Fusheng extended an olive branch, he seized it.

After having Wu Sijie take him home, Zhao Fusheng let him leave.

He wasn't just comforting Wu Sijie; recently, Zhao Fusheng indeed had no plans to leave the capital.

May was approaching, and Zhao Fusheng couldn't guarantee whether that incident would happen. If it didn't, that would be best; if it did, the capital was still the safest place.

"Next month is Mom's birthday. I'm thinking of holding a charity gala. What do you think?"

Zhao Fusheng said to Fan Baobao as he lay in bed.

Fan Baobao was startled: "Charity gala?"

She remembered her mother's birthday was in early May, but why did Zhao Fusheng want to hold a charity gala?

"Didn't we say during the New Year that they should start doing charity?"

Zhao Fusheng smiled: "This can be considered the start."

"That works."

Fan Baobao nodded.

Since it involved company matters, she naturally had no objections.

Although she didn't understand corporate management, she knew that at the level of Future Group, it was necessary to give back to society through various means—partly for the corporate image and partly because, as owners of wealth, it was the right thing to do.

"Later, talk to Mom about it."

Zhao Fusheng said to Fan Baobao.

Fan Baobao nodded in agreement, and the matter was settled.

"By the way, Xiao Wu said he might not have time to come over recently. What's up?" Fan Baobao asked Zhao Fusheng curiously.

Wu Sijie left a good impression on people, and Fan Baobao was quite satisfied with Zhao Fusheng's assistant.

"It's like this: I asked him to take charge of a project..."

Zhao Fusheng didn't hide it from Fan Baobao, explained, and finally said: "I might need to choose a new assistant."

"That's a good thing."

Fan Baobao smiled: "But for this assistant, I think you could consider having the company recruit one for you."

"We'll see."

Zhao Fusheng shook his head but didn't agree with Fan Baobao's opinion.

His assistant was not just an assistant; they were part of the core management of the entire Future Group. Unless they performed very poorly, they would be heavily relied upon in the future.

Such a position couldn't simply be filled by hiring from outside.

As Dong Chenxi put it, Zhao Fusheng's assistant held almost half of Future Group's secrets.

Such a position couldn't be easily entrusted to just anyone.

The secretary to the chairman is not a role just anyone can handle.

In a listed company, if the chairman gets into trouble, the secretary to the chairman is inevitably implicated.

The reason is simple: the secretary often knows the most secrets of the boss, and most of the boss's instructions are conveyed through the secretary.

It's a case of sharing honor and disgrace.

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"Of course we can't hire from outside."

Sitting in Zhao Fusheng's office, Zheng Yao looked at him speechlessly: "What era do you think this is, wanting to hire a secretary? How about this: I'll select someone for your secretary. What do you think?"

She meant finding a suitable candidate from the company's secretariat for Zhao Fusheng.

"You select someone?"

Zhao Fusheng was startled, then laughed: "What, are you going to pick a pretty young lady for me?"

"Heh, if I pick one, would you dare to take her?"

Zheng Yao rolled her eyes at Zhao Fusheng.

She didn't believe his words at all; he was the epitome of having the desire but not the courage. Even if she assigned him a female secretary, he wouldn't dare accept.

"Well, let's talk about something else."

Zhao Fusheng chuckled and decisively changed the subject.

He wasn't stupid; he wouldn't give Zheng Yao a chance to mock him.

This woman, without a boyfriend now, was like a hedgehog, seizing every opportunity to criticize others—completely crazy.

"Look at you."

Zheng Yao glared at Zhao Fusheng and said irritably: "Let me tell you, this time your assistant must be someone from inside the company. You can't hire from outside anymore, understand?"

"Got it, got it."

Zhao Fusheng nodded helplessly: "You decide, okay?"

Since Zheng Yao said so, he couldn't insist on finding someone from outside.

"That's more like it."

Zheng Yao was satisfied. As the company's CEO, it wouldn't be good if Zhao Fusheng still made such decisions himself.

"Alright, take your time selecting someone. I'll go see Zhang Qian."

Zhao Fusheng didn't feel like complaining anymore. He got up and left the office, heading straight to Zhang Qian's office.

Now in charge of the Supervision Department, Zhang Qian's office had moved from Future Security to the group headquarters. He was someone who couldn't stay idle, spending his days either inspecting subsidiaries or reviewing documents in his office.

Zhao Fusheng made a phone call and confirmed his location.

"Why are you here?"

Zhang Qian looked at Zhao Fusheng, puzzled: "Something up?"

"Nothing much, just came to see you." Zhao Fusheng smiled and said to Zhang Qian: "Hey, when are you getting married? Yang Panpan isn't getting any younger."

"During work hours, no personal matters."

Zhang Qian's face flushed slightly, and he decisively changed the subject.

He was always like that; he rarely discussed personal matters during work and didn't like to talk about them.

Of course, to put it bluntly, he was shy.

"Haha, you."

Zhao Fusheng laughed, pointing at Zhang Qian, but didn't continue on that topic.

He was asking on someone else's behalf. Yang Panpan had been with Fan Baobao, and they had a good relationship. When they chatted occasionally, she brought up this matter—being a girl, she was too shy to mention it herself.

Fan Baobao mentioned it to Zhao Fusheng, which prompted his question.

"By the way, don't you have an assistant now?"

Zhang Qian suddenly remembered something and asked Zhao Fusheng.

"What, do you have a suitable candidate?"

Zhao Fusheng raised an eyebrow, somewhat surprised.

He hadn't expected Zhang Qian to recommend someone, as the guy rarely meddled in such matters, only caring about his own safety.

"No." Zhang Qian shook his head: "I'm just asking. Since you don't have an assistant, you should add more people around you."

"Huh?"

Zhao Fusheng looked at Zhang Qian in surprise, puzzled.

Zhang Qian didn't bother to explain; he just continued looking down at the documents.

After a long while, he looked up and said to Zhao Fusheng: "At Future Advertising, there's a deputy manager who has issues."

"Investigate."

Zhao Fusheng hesitated for less than a few seconds, then said solemnly: "No matter who is involved, pursue it."

A thousand-mile dike collapses because of an ant hole. Zhao Fusheng would never tolerate such corruption.

For him, Future Group was his foundation; he absolutely would not allow corruption to happen.

The salaries were already high; if anyone still engaged in corruption, it would truly destroy the company.

No matter what, Zhao Fusheng would not allow it.

"He graduated from Ninghai Normal University."

After a moment of silence, Zhang Qian said slowly.

Zhao Fusheng frowned, his expression darkening.

Graduating from Ninghai Normal University meant this person had joined the company when Future Advertising was still a studio, and he was an old subordinate of Zhao Fusheng.

Since Future Advertising's headquarters moved to the capital, those who reached the deputy manager level were mostly veterans who had worked in the company for over five years.

Someone like that, a graduate of Ninghai Normal University, could only be from the batch personally recruited by Zheng Yao.

He hadn't expected even that batch to have problems.

"I checked; it seems to involve kickbacks." Zhang Qian said slowly: "He leaked the company's reserve price to advertisers, and their quotes always came close to our profit and loss point."

"It's all about money."

Zhao Fusheng sighed helplessly.

At that moment, for some reason, he felt uncomfortable inside.

After all, seeing someone he knew turn into a different person was really not a good feeling.

"Yes, it's all about money." Zhang Qian said: "I'll arrange it. After verification, I'll submit it to the police."

"Good."

Zhao Fusheng nodded: "Handle it according to the rules."

"By the way, do you want to see him?"

Zhang Qian thought for a moment and asked Zhao Fusheng.

"No need."

Zhao Fusheng shook his head: "Everything should be done according to the rules. Since he made his choice, he must be responsible for the path he chose."

Then he said coldly: "Tell him, for the sake of being alumni from the same university, I'll let him turn himself in. Otherwise..."

He didn't finish his sentence, but Zhang Qian understood his meaning.

"Alright, let's drop this."

Because of this matter, Zhao Fusheng's mood was somewhat depressed. He waved his hand and said to Zhang Qian: "Just do what needs to be done."

Zhang Qian knew he was indeed unhappy about this. After a moment's thought, he said: "How about I treat you to dinner tonight?"

"Sure."

Zhao Fusheng was taken aback, then smiled. Getting Zhang Qian to treat someone to dinner was indeed a rare thing.