Chapter 2014: Advice

Mother and child are safe!

When this news spread, many employees under the Future Group were quite happy.

After all, Boss Zhao Fusheng was still very beloved by everyone.

Of course, the employees wouldn't say that they were only this happy because of the notice from Zheng Yao about the big boss giving a one-month salary bonus.

That's right.

After learning that Fan Baobao had given birth to a son and that mother and child were safe, Zhao Fusheng, overjoyed, had Zheng Yao notify all subsidiaries under the Future Group to issue an extra month's salary to all regular employees.

Rich and willful!

Originally, Zhao Fusheng had worried that the premature birth might cause problems, but after examination, the doctor confirmed that the child was healthy, just a bit weak and needed to stay in an incubator for a few days.

Naturally, Zhao Fusheng followed the doctor's advice.

As for the child's name, they chose Zhao Feng.

The meaning was simple: "On the mountain's peak, I am the summit."

He hoped his son would surpass him in the future.

Acquaintances who heard the news sent congratulations one after another; those closer called, and those even closer visited in person.

Zhao Fusheng welcomed them all without exception.

He was in a good mood now, even finding Wang Zhongjun and Wang Zhonglei much more agreeable.

Chairman Zhao, Huayi might go public on the ChiNext next year.

Seeing Zhao Fusheng in good spirits, Wang Zhongjun took the opportunity to bring up the IPO.

Is that so?

Zhao Fusheng smiled. "Congratulations then."

As he spoke, he laughed. "Even though I've already transferred my shares to Tan Kaixuan, I still want to congratulate you two."

Thank you.

Wang Zhongjun could tell that Zhao Fusheng was genuinely congratulating them.

Zhao Fusheng was indeed sincere. The Huayi of this life was different from the one in his memory. At the very least, after losing Ma Dajun, the Wang brothers' Huayi wasn't that strong.

In other words, even if they went public on the ChiNext, they couldn't become the first private film and television company in China.

Because before them, Future Film stood like a mountain.

Surpassing it wouldn't be easy.

President Wang, let me give you a piece of advice.

Perhaps because of his son's birth, Zhao Fusheng was in a very good mood. He glanced at Wang Zhongjun and said to him.

Wang Zhongjun was startled and quickly said, "Chairman Zhao, please go ahead."

Although the young man before him was much younger, not yet thirty, Wang Zhongjun knew well that Zhao Fusheng was undoubtedly one of the most business-savvy people in the world.

This needed no proof, as the facts were evident.

Huayi's roots are in the film and television industry.

Zhao Fusheng looked at Wang Zhongjun and said slowly, "No matter how Huayi develops, the entertainment industry centered on movies and TV dramas is the foundation of Huayi's survival. The cake in this industry is huge; Future Film can't eat it all, and neither can Huayi. So we can seek common ground while reserving differences and make money together. Capital operations are a means to generate wealth, but similarly, you can manipulate others, and others can manipulate you."

After speaking, Zhao Fusheng patted Wang Zhongjun on the shoulder and turned back into the hospital room.

What is he talking about?

Wang Zhonglei had also heard Zhao Fusheng's words just now. At this moment, he looked at his brother in confusion, obviously not understanding what Zhao Fusheng meant. Was this a threat? Or a warning?

This is advice.

After a long silence, Wang Zhongjun sighed and walked out of the hospital, saying to Wang Zhonglei as he walked.

Advice?

Wang Zhonglei clearly didn't understand his brother's meaning and asked in surprise, "Brother, do you mean he's giving us advice?"

He found it hard to believe that Zhao Fusheng would actually advise him and his brother. After all, Huayi and Future Film were no longer in a cooperative relationship; they could even be considered competitors.

Under these circumstances, Zhao Fusheng was advising his brother. What was wrong with him?

Yes.

Wang Zhongjun got into his car, sighed, and continued, "There's a reason he can do business worldwide and become a super-rich man. With this breadth of mind, I am not his equal."

Brother, really? Is he that amazing?

Wang Zhonglei was still a bit unconvinced.

Do you know how much Zhao Fusheng's assets are? Wang Zhongjun said casually, seeing his brother still looking unconvinced.

Well, maybe two or three hundred billion US dollars.

Wang Zhonglei thought for a moment and said, "The media has estimated that subsidiaries like Future Advertising, Future Technology, and Future Security aren't worth much—a few billion at most. What's really valuable are his two companies, Future Investment and Hanxing Investment. The latter has deep roots in South Korea and is worth at least over three billion US dollars. As for the former, just the stocks he holds in Alibaba, Samsung, and CJ Group are worth over twenty billion US dollars."

Yes.

Wang Zhongjun nodded. "That's not even counting Facebook. He was reportedly a major shareholder back then, and even though his stake has been diluted, it's still over ten percent. And Facebook's valuation has already exceeded ten billion US dollars. And that's before it goes public!"

That much?

Wang Zhonglei gasped, looking at Wang Zhongjun in surprise.

He hadn't expected that Zhao Fusheng's wealth, calculated this way, might be even greater than he had imagined.

Yes.

Wang Zhongjun nodded. "His level is different from ours now. Although I hate to admit it, that's the truth."

Wang Zhonglei fell silent.

In the business world, the simplest measure is the amount of wealth.

The circle of billionaires is inaccessible to millionaires.

The circle of ten-billionaires is also inaccessible to billionaires.

When a casual business deal of theirs is defined by your entire net worth, how can you even chat?

So, do you plan to listen to him?

Wang Zhonglei thought for a moment and asked Wang Zhongjun.

Yes.

Wang Zhongjun nodded. "You and I both know that the company's current development is only average. Compared to other companies, it might be good, but compared to Future Film, it's far behind. Under these circumstances, I think maybe, as Zhao Fusheng said, if we focus on producing film and television dramas, we might get a pleasant surprise."

Haha, I think so too. Wang Zhonglei laughed. "Let's see who can get a bigger share of this big cake!"

Just as the Wang brothers resolved to go all-in on developing the film and television industry, Zhao Fusheng wasn't concerned with all that messy stuff; he was coaxing a child.

Of course, not his son, but his daughter.

There was no help for it. Now the whole family was busy with Fan Baobao and Zhao Feng, leaving Zhao Xue and Fan Beibei as the neglected kids.

Naturally, they fell to Zhao Fusheng.

In Li Yuan's words, since he had nothing to do now.

Although Zhao Fusheng wanted to say that he could actually help, he thought better of it.

Taking care of Fan Baobao was better left to the two mothers.

At least they had experience.

Beibei, how about you play with toys with Xiaoxue? Zhao Fusheng held a Transformers toy and said to Fan Beibei.

Fan Beibei looked at him helplessly and rolled her eyes.

Brother, I'm in elementary school now. I don't play with these toys anymore.

Ah...

So embarrassing!

At that moment, Zhao Fusheng felt he had lost face.

In his memory, Fan Beibei was still the little kid he used to carry, but in reality, she had already grown up.

I'll play with her.

Seeing Zhao Fusheng at a loss, Fan Beibei couldn't help but smile and said to him, "You stay here."

Oh.

Zhao Fusheng nodded woodenly, watching Fan Beibei skillfully coax Zhao Xue to play.

Aunt and niece.

This combination was surprisingly harmonious.