Chapter 1934: Money Is Just a Number

Zhao Fusheng had no idea that Yu Feihong planned to go to the disaster area to participate in relief efforts.

He wasn't a prophet; some things he could only guess at.

Moreover, as time passed, many things gradually slipped beyond his understanding. Without the advantage of foreknowledge, Zhao Fusheng didn't have many advantages over ordinary people.

But regardless, even if Zhao Fusheng knew, he probably wouldn't care about it.

After all, it was very much in line with Yu Feihong's character.

She had always been the type to say nothing but act without hesitation.

"Sis, what if someone donates more this time?"

Zheng Yao soon left Zhao Fusheng's house, but Yu Feihong stayed behind; she and Fan Baobao still had things to discuss. Taking the opportunity, Fan Baobao voiced her concern to Yu Feihong.

Yu Feihong chuckled: "Are you short of money?"

"Huh?"

Fan Baobao was taken aback, looking bewildered.

What did that mean?

"Don't understand?"

Yu Feihong smiled and said to Fan Baobao.

Fan Baobao nodded: "I really don't get it. What do you mean, sis?"

"Literal meaning."

Yu Feihong said: "Since you're not short of money, and Fusheng isn't either, what's there to say? No matter who raises the paddle, as long as you bid higher than them, that's fine."

"What?"

Fan Baobao was dumbfounded. She never expected Yu Feihong's advice to be to simply outspend the competition.

Simply put, no matter how much others offered, she would offer more.

That was just a foolproof operation!

Thinking this, Fan Baobao looked at Yu Feihong with a pained expression: "Sis, I'm not some nouveau riche. That would be too..."

"Too what!" Yu Feihong emphasized seriously: "This is a company matter. Do you think it's just about you? Dong Chenxi and Zheng Yao will be watching you. If you back down, it means Future Group backs down, and Fusheng backs down. Understand?"

Fan Baobao's reaction immediately changed.

She didn't care about her own face, but she couldn't disregard Zhao Fusheng's.

As Yu Feihong said, since it involved Future Group and Zhao Fusheng himself, she really couldn't back down.

"Don't worry, sis. I know what to do." Fan Baobao said seriously to Yu Feihong.

Yu Feihong smiled and nodded: "I know you're a smart person."

She had always been a bit worried, because Fan Baobao didn't like to be in the spotlight. But as Zhao Fusheng's wife, some things she couldn't completely stay away from even if she wanted to.

Life is full of disappointments; not everything goes as planned. One always has to make choices and decisions.

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May 18th, the capital.

The performance hall of CCTV was packed.

Those qualified to be here today included not only celebrities from the entertainment industry but also entrepreneurs who had donated money and goods.

Of course, some companies knew they were here just to give money, so the boss didn't show up and sent a vice president to handle things.

Although the higher-ups were paying attention, everyone understood that these people had other important matters to attend to.

Fan Baobao arrived at the scene with Zheng Yao and Dong Chenxi and was taken aback.

There were too many big shots.

Just looking at the people sitting nearby, she felt like she had come to the wrong place.

"Have a seat. We'll go say hello to some people." Dong Chenxi said to Fan Baobao.

Since she and Zheng Yao were here, they had to interact with partners. Being in this circle, there were inevitably various relationships that couldn't be avoided.

Future Group and its subsidiaries all had their own partners.

Big shots like Little Ma and Ma Xiaoyun were present today. In terms of status, Fan Baobao was high enough for Future Group, but the problem was she wasn't familiar with them and didn't know what to say, so Dong Chenxi and Zheng Yao had to handle it.

"Okay. I'll wait for you." Fan Baobao nodded.

She naturally understood what Zheng Yao and Dong Chenxi meant. For Future Group, this occasion was also a social event, and if they could reach a cooperation agreement, that would be ideal.

Although she was sitting alone, Fan Baobao had bodyguards nearby, so Dong Chenxi and the others weren't worried about her safety.

To be honest, attending such an event was quite boring. Fan Baobao sat there watching people exchange pleasantries, feeling a sense of alienation.

After sitting for a while, she felt a bit uncomfortable in her stomach and got up to go to the restroom.

"Where are you going?"

Yang Panpan, who was with Fan Baobao, asked curiously.

"To the restroom."

Fan Baobao rolled her eyes at her: "Come with me."

Among the bodyguards, only Yang Panpan was a woman, and they were familiar with each other, so she naturally turned to her.

The two went to the restroom. Fan Baobao came out quickly, but as she passed backstage, she ran into an acquaintance.

"Fan Baobao?"

"Han Meimei?"

Almost simultaneously, Fan Baobao and a woman in a beautiful dress both laughed.

They were classmates from the Central Academy of Drama. Though not very close, they had a decent relationship. After graduation, they had lost touch, so meeting now was quite a pleasant surprise.

"What are you doing here?"

Han Meimei asked curiously: "I heard you got married?"

"Yeah, I'm here on behalf of my husband. He has other commitments." Fan Baobao didn't hide it from Han Meimei, since they were old classmates.

"Oh, I see."

Han Meimei didn't think much of it. They were in different majors and had become acquainted through activities at school. After graduation, they had little contact.

In her mind, Fan Baobao must have married a wealthy businessman, and he was attending this charity disaster relief performance, so Fan Baobao had the chance to be here.

They chatted for a while, exchanged phone numbers, and then Han Meimei, who had a performance to prepare for, left.

Fan Baobao naturally returned the same way.

Back in her seat, she sat watching the crowd come and go, finding it quite interesting.

Meanwhile, Han Meimei returned backstage, tidied up briefly, and prepared to go on stage.

"By the way, did you know? I just ran into Fan Baobao." Han Meimei said to someone nearby.

"Fan Baobao?"

Someone said in surprise: "Isn't she your classmate? The one who joined Future Films after graduation?"

"Yes, yes."

Han Meimei nodded: "That's her. You know, some people are just lucky. Look at Fan Baobao, she climbed up the social ladder."

"I heard she's not simple. Future Films basically leaves her alone." Someone quickly started gossiping about industry rumors.

Women are like that; they never miss a chance to gossip.

Especially since it involved Han Meimei's classmate and someone in the industry.

"I'm not very familiar with her. I only heard about her at school."

Han Meimei was quite straightforward: "She's a nice person. I guess she met her current husband during filming."

"I doubt it."

Someone immediately retorted: "How could a newcomer land roles in Jiang Wen's films, and multiple times at that? Don't you know what Future Films is?"

"She's not that kind of person."

Han Meimei shook her head: "And her family background is decent. I remember hearing that she had a childhood sweetheart boyfriend."

"Really?"

"No way."

"If that's the case, her boyfriend must have been dumped?"

"Impossible."

Han Meimei shook her head: "I don't believe it. She's not that kind of person."

"Then who did she marry?"

Clearly, her words carried no weight.

In their eyes, since Fan Baobao didn't marry her childhood sweetheart, she must have abandoned him for a richer man.

Han Meimei's expression darkened. She wanted to argue that Fan Baobao wasn't like that, but she couldn't find the words.

After all, rumors said that Fan Baobao's special status at Future Films was because she married a shareholder of Future Group.

No one knew exactly who, since Future Group and its subsidiaries weren't listed, and shareholder information wasn't public.

"Alright, let's drop it."

Han Meimei decisively ended the topic.

At that moment, the host on stage announced that today's disaster relief performance had officially begun.

"Ran into an acquaintance?"

Dong Chenxi, sitting next to Fan Baobao, asked in a low voice.

"Yeah, a college alum." Fan Baobao chuckled: "We performed together back then. She's now in a cultural troupe."

"Oh, I see."

Dong Chenxi nodded. She didn't pay much attention to it; it was normal for Fan Baobao, as a celebrity, to have acquaintances in the entertainment industry.

"So, how much have others donated today?"

Fan Baobao asked Dong Chenxi in a low voice.

"Quite a lot."

Dong Chenxi said calmly: "At a time like this, no one wants to lose face in front of the higher-ups."

"True."

Fan Baobao naturally understood what Dong Chenxi meant. Since they were here, those companies weren't stupid; they knew what to do.

"Fusheng is almost in the capital."

Seeing Fan Baobao sitting there nervously, Dong Chenxi smiled and said softly: "Don't worry. We discussed it. The highest donation today will probably cap at around one or two hundred million. It won't be a problem."

"Two hundred million?"

Fan Baobao looked at Dong Chenxi in surprise, then shook her head helplessly. She had to admit, the gap between them was growing wider.

Two hundred million, in Dong Chenxi's mouth, sounded like two bucks, without any feeling at all.

Once the gap between people reaches a certain point, it only widens further.