Chapter 2056: Confession

Would Zhao Fusheng have anything happen with Scarlett Johansson?

Of course not.

At least, not here.

Both he and Scarlett Johansson were smart people.

On such an occasion, the two could chat and sit together drinking champagne, but they would absolutely not leave together, nor would they meet after leaving today.

The reason was simple: they both had to consider each other's reputations.

Speaking of which, this was probably the most hypocritical aspect of humanity—always able to find all sorts of excuses for their own actions.

Admittedly, Zhao Fusheng had a good impression of Scarlett Johansson; she was an absolute stunner, perfect in both figure and appearance.

The word 'goddess' suited her perfectly.

To have something happen with someone like her was probably every man's dream.

But the problem was, Zhao Fusheng knew very well that between him and her, there was not just Fan Baobao.

Status and position were the most important issues.

A super-rich man and a woman of unparalleled beauty.

Even just sitting and chatting here would draw everyone's attention, let alone appearing together as a couple.

Some things were not about daring, but about impossibility.

Zhao, you know what? I've missed you a lot.

Perhaps because she had had a bit to drink, Scarlett Johansson's cheeks were slightly flushed, and she looked quite charming and alluring.

Ahem...

Zhao Fusheng coughed dryly. He hadn't expected Western women to be so passionate and bold.

Or rather, to confess so directly.

Without any preamble.

What, did I scare you? Scarlett Johansson laughed.

Clearly, this Eastern man was startled by her.

No, no.

Zhao Fusheng laughed and waved his hand. "I'm just a little surprised."

"There's nothing to be surprised about."

Scarlett Johansson looked at Zhao Fusheng and said lightly, "Liking someone doesn't need a reason."

Zhao Fusheng smiled wryly but did not continue her line of thought.

In his eyes, Scarlett Johansson's affection didn't amount to much; the world was very realistic.

If a poor guy pretended to be rich to date a girl and got found out, most girls would choose to break off the relationship decisively, because in love, honesty is a very important quality.

Not deceiving one's lover is the most basic requirement.

But conversely, if a rich man pretended to be poor to date a girl and got found out, what would happen?

The vast majority would choose to continue the relationship.

The reason was also simple: because love doesn't care about money; you love the person, not their wealth.

It sounds ironic, but it's a solid fact.

Everyone has one reason or another to justify their actions, and Zhao Fusheng was no different; he too had one reason or another.

But he believed that if he were a penniless pauper, he might not hold such appeal for Scarlett Johansson.

Of course, that's not to say Scarlett loved money, but rather that if it weren't for that, the halo around him might have vanished.

"Zhao, can you tell me your phone number?" Scarlett Johansson looked at Zhao Fusheng, her eyes full of expectation.

"Sure."

Zhao Fusheng had originally intended to refuse, but looking into those eyes, he hesitated and finally gave his phone number to Scarlett Johansson.

Scarlett Johansson got Zhao Fusheng's number, nodded happily, and then got up and left.

Clearly, she also knew that sitting there any longer wouldn't be appropriate.

Watching her leave, Zhao Fusheng shook his head helplessly.

Some things didn't need to be said; everyone knew them in their hearts, but Zhao Fusheng really wasn't sure how to handle this matter now.

After all, even if he had to reject a woman who liked him, he didn't want her to be unhappy because of him.

"Forget it, I'll take it one step at a time."

Zhao Fusheng muttered to himself helplessly.

Then he looked up—Liu Yiming had gone to get an autograph and disappeared; where had he gone to show off?

Standing up, Zhao Fusheng prepared to go find Liu Yiming.

Before he had gone far, Liu Yiming popped up.

"Chairman, I'm here."

Liu Yiming said to Zhao Fusheng.

"You rascal, even getting an autograph takes you ages." Zhao Fusheng glared at him and said with irritation.

"Well..."

Liu Yiming was a bit embarrassed, but still nodded: "I saw you were chatting, so I didn't want to disturb you."

As he spoke, he pointed into the distance: "Mr. Tan left first, said he wouldn't see you today."

"Huh?"

Zhao Fusheng frowned, about to speak, but following the direction Liu Yiming pointed, he noticed that Tan Kaixuan was cheerfully chatting up a blonde, blue-eyed foreign woman.

The woman looked familiar, as if she were a character from a currently popular American TV series.

Zhao Fusheng couldn't recall exactly; he didn't watch much American TV, only occasionally saw news online.

"That guy..."

Zhao Fusheng shook his head helplessly. It was a personal hobby, so he couldn't say anything to Tan Kaixuan, just hoped the guy knew his limits and wouldn't cause any scandals.

"Chairman, would you like to rest a bit longer?" Liu Yiming cautiously glanced at Zhao Fusheng's expression and asked.

Zhao Fusheng shot him a look; he knew exactly what this guy was thinking.

"Don't let your imagination run wild."

Zhao Fusheng said to Liu Yiming.

Just then, Kevin Feige walked over: "Honorable Zhao, allow me to introduce a friend to you."

Zhao Fusheng was startled, looked up, and saw a white man standing behind Kevin Feige.

"This is the CEO of Disney..." Kevin Feige began to introduce him to Zhao Fusheng.

Zhao Fusheng smiled. He knew this was the main event of the day.

Or rather, this was the real reason Kevin Feige had invited him to the party.

...

...

Meeting with Disney people was expected for Zhao Fusheng. After all, since they had connections with Marvel's top brass, they couldn't possibly not know he had arrived in the US.

Of course, today's occasion wasn't for discussing business.

It was purely an introduction.

Don't think Americans are naive; they also understand the principle of getting familiar first.

Politely greeting the other party, Zhao Fusheng, introduced by Kevin Feige, began chatting with him.

"I've long admired you."

"I've always loved Disney's works."

After half an hour of chatting, they hadn't touched on any real topics.

That's how businessmen are.

Seeing that it was about time, Zhao Fusheng stood up to take his leave.

At American parties like this, the later it gets, the livelier it becomes; after midnight, it goes without saying.

Zhao Fusheng naturally had no interest in that. Due to jet lag, he started feeling sleepy when the time came.

"It's getting late."

Zhao Fusheng looked at his watch and said to Kevin Feige: "Kevin, I'll head back first."

"Ah?"

Kevin Feige was taken aback, then had to nod.

After all, Zhao Fusheng was the guest of honor today. Since he wanted to leave, he could only see him off.

"Mr. Tom, I hope we have a chance to meet again."

Zhao Fusheng glanced at the Disney executive and said with a smile.

"Sure."

Tom had a smile on his face, showing no sign of displeasure.

Even after Zhao Fusheng left, Tom's smile didn't change at all.

"He's very sharp."

After Zhao Fusheng was gone, Tom said to Kevin Feige.

Kevin Feige smiled: "Of course, Mr. Zhao is a smart man."

"Let's hope so."

Tom nodded, saying meaningfully.

For some reason, he felt something was off. That Zhao Fusheng had been too calm throughout.