Chapter 2010 Good News

Art is art.

But Zhao Fusheng was not Lou Ye. Although he occasionally enjoyed art, that did not mean he would make himself so artistic.

It was like how sometimes Zhao Fusheng felt that those online comments saying university professors' knowledge was useless were nonsense, yet he still made sure his children went to college.

After all, the saying that knowledge changes destiny was not empty talk.

Some might say it's fine not to study—look at so-and-so, who didn't study but still made money.

But the problem was that these were just exceptions; more people changed their destiny through knowledge.

Even Gates, who dropped out, or Zuckerberg, who started his business in college, were geniuses who studied from childhood to adulthood.

Zhao Fusheng knew that in China there was a bizarre argument that often said graduates from prestigious universities were also a mess.

But they forgot that the vast majority of graduates from prestigious universities were doing just fine.

Even selling pork, a graduate from Tsinghua or Peking University had more brains than an ordinary person who hadn't studied and only relied on the heavens for food.

From ancient times to the present, studying has always been the best path to success.

For those who don't study, the more developed society becomes, the lower their chances of success. When society reaches a certain level, if you don't study, you cannot succeed.

Simply because of the existence of class.

Why Zhao Fusheng disliked those who advocated quality education, especially the so-called abolition of exam-oriented education, cancellation of the college entrance exam, and promotion of happy education—in his view, that was idiotic behavior.

The purpose of education is to enable more people to acquire knowledge and change their destiny.

Especially in an era of class solidification, this was even more true.

Not everyone becoming wealthy meant your life would become very happy.

Because class inevitably exists, and so does the gap between rich and poor.

Everyone gets different social resources. The poor get less, the rich get more. You have a hundred thousand, someone else has a million. Both are free from worries about food and clothing, but their child can drive a Lamborghini and date a beautiful streamer, while your child can only afford to wear名牌.

That is class.

More bluntly, a person from the bottom and a person from a wealthy family have inherent differences in perspective, thinking, vision, and resources.

And education is probably the only thing that has a chance to change all that.

Thousands of troops crossing a single-plank bridge—once across, it's like a carp leaping over the dragon gate.

One step to heaven, one step to the mortal world.

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"Lou Ye..."

Muttering to himself, Zhao Fusheng shook his head helplessly.

Even years later, that guy still retained that artistic temperament, utterly incurable.

You couldn't say he wasn't a good director, nor deny his skill, but you had to admit that in grasping the market, he was even inferior to younger directors like Ning Hao.

"Maybe he just doesn't want to compromise like that."

Fan Baobao suddenly said from the side.

Compromise?

Zhao Fusheng was stunned for a moment, then laughed.

Come to think of it, what Fan Baobao said might actually make sense.

Lou Ye's personality was indeed the kind of stubborn, extreme paranoia.

Of course, if it weren't for that, he couldn't have become one of the sixth-generation directors.

"Sister Feihong and I are thinking of moving to the villa. What do you think?"

Fan Baobao said to Zhao Fusheng.

"Villa?"

Zhao Fusheng frowned: "Better not. You're about to give birth, and the villa is a bit far from the city."

"Alright." Fan Baobao nodded reluctantly, knowing that Zhao Fusheng was right.

"Just stay home obediently."

Zhao Fusheng said to Fan Baobao with a smile.

After all, the due date was coming soon. In Zhao Fusheng's view, Fan Baobao should rest well and avoid going shopping as much as possible.

"Got it."

In the end, Fan Baobao had to listen to Zhao Fusheng.

She naturally understood that Zhao Fusheng meant well for her and the baby in her belly.

Watching Fan Baobao leave reluctantly, Zhao Fusheng smiled and said nothing more.

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The Olympic Games were in full swing, and the Chinese athletes performed excellently, repeatedly achieving good results.

Especially in a few niche events like beach volleyball and cycling, they even won medals, and beach volleyball directly took the championship!

This was completely different from the result in Zhao Fusheng's memory.

It could only be said that sometimes history still had differences in certain details.

"Chairman, your vision is incredible!"

Liu Yiming said to Zhao Fusheng.

He was truly convinced. The few niche projects Zhao Fusheng had sponsored had all achieved results, even if not gold medals, they had brought great publicity to Future Group.

In particular, the beach volleyball project, after winning the championship, specially thanked Zhao Fusheng and Future Group, saying that without Future Group's sponsorship, they might not have even been able to compete.

When this news came out, the public's evaluation of Future Group instantly improved significantly.

"A conscientious enterprise!"

"Knowing beach volleyball might not yield results, yet still insisting on sponsoring—how righteous!"

"What a good person!"

Many media outlets and netizens commented one after another.

The human heart is made of flesh. Although Chinese netizens are easily swayed, they understand some basic principles better.

Just as certain bottom lines cannot be crossed, for sports like beach volleyball that most people have never even heard of, in the public's eyes, any businessman with a bit of sense and logic would not sponsor them.

But Future Group did exactly that!

This is integrity.

Compared to those enterprises that rely on sponsoring strong events like football, basketball, diving, and badminton to gain visibility, Future Group's approach was undoubtedly more satisfying.

The sentiment of resentment against the rich exists in today's China, both in real life and online.

Sometimes when Zhao Fusheng read news or online posts, if news about the rich, especially rich second-generation, came out, it would definitely trend.

In fact, after Weibo appeared, this situation became even more severe.

News about the rich, especially rich second-generation, basically fell into two categories.

One was that they achieved success; the other was that they got into trouble.

And the online comments were mostly bizarre in tone.

"If I had a rich second-generation dad, I'd achieve much more than him. What's there to show off?"

"It's all because of his dad, a family business. The news loves to report these fake chicken soup stories."

"As soon as I see the words 'rich second-generation,' I can't read on. Another one with connections."

"Without his father, what is he?"

"Die soon, serves you right. With a bit of dirty money, you act arrogant. The more of such people, the better."

"So what if he causes trouble? In a few days, his dad will spend some money to get him out. Don't forget, he's a rich second-generation."

"I love seeing news about rich second-generations getting into trouble. The more, the better. Give us poor people a chance."

In short, successful rich second-generations were definitely due to family background, and those who got into trouble needed no explanation—they were all spoiled brats who deserved to die.

This was the mentality of resentment against the rich.

Moreover, those with this mentality were mostly poor people.

In Zhao Fusheng's view, this poverty was not just financial poverty, but more importantly, poverty in thinking and quality.

This resentment against the rich would gradually evolve into thoughts like: "My father didn't give me a good birth or a good family. If I had a rich dad, I would do this and that."

For someone with Zhao Fusheng's level of wealth, it went without saying.

Earlier, after the scale of Future Group was exposed, especially after Fan Baobao donated five hundred million at the disaster relief charity gala, some people discussed whether Zhao Fusheng was a rich second-generation or the son of a high-ranking official.

In their view, a young commoner could not possibly have the ability to amass such wealth in just a few years.

There must be something fishy!

Faced with such doubts, there was no way to refute them, because there were too many trolls online, and these people were best at arguing for the sake of arguing.

Not to mention Future Group's publicity and PR departments, even the earliest water army team Zhao Fusheng had built, led by Zhou Jing, was helpless against this situation.

They wouldn't listen to your explanations and just blindly criticized for the sake of criticizing. What could you do?

It was like two people arguing: one trying hard to explain, while the other covered their ears, saying, "I won't listen, I won't listen."

Not only that, but the person covering their ears also spared no effort to spread their own understanding to the outside.

This was a sad story.

Now, under such circumstances, the reputation of Future Group and Zhao Fusheng personally had actually improved significantly under the coverage of many media outlets, including CCTV.

After all, CCTV's authority was undeniable.

Especially during the Olympics, the coverage had extremely high attention.

Many people who usually didn't watch TV or care about sports would also pay attention, after all, the Olympics were being held at their doorstep.

At such a time, positive coverage of a company was undoubtedly very effective.

Hearing Liu Yiming's words, Zhao Fusheng smiled and shook his head: "It's not vision; I just thought of it on a whim."

This was his true feeling.

Back then, when sponsoring these projects, Zhao Fusheng had purely remembered seeing an introduction about the situation of the beach volleyball team, which said that many niche sports in China were in a very difficult position due to issues of investment and attention.

At the time, Zhao Fusheng didn't think much of it. Later, he occasionally remembered and thought he could help, so he sponsored them.

Unexpectedly, it brought him a pleasant surprise.

Fate, this thing, was indeed unpredictable.