Chapter 2061: Returning Home

If one were to say they weren't happy to be favored by a beauty, that would be a lie.

Zhao Fusheng wasn't that hypocritical.

But the problem was that some things couldn't be solved simply by liking them.

If liking someone were enough to be together, then monogamy wouldn't exist today.

People always need some rules.

"Can you teach me Chinese?" Scarlett soon sent another message.

Zhao Fusheng smiled bitterly, hesitated for a moment, and finally sent her a message: "I don't have time. If you want to learn, I can introduce someone to help you."

"Okay."

Scarlett replied quickly.

Sighing, Zhao Fusheng put down his phone. This matter was really a hassle.

He hoped she would find her Mr. Right soon.

After all, Black Widow was a goddess-level star, liked by countless people.

Zhao Fusheng remembered that some basketball star even claimed he wanted to drink her foot bath water.

Of course, that was just a joke.

A few days later, Zhao Fusheng left New York and set off for home.

He left the matters here to Tan Kaixuan.

Tan Kaixuan, that guy, was happy to have some leisure and agreed.

In fact, there were no major issues left to deal with here. After Zhao Fusheng revealed the information to James, Red Mountain Capital had already started moving.

Now, Zuckerberg was too busy dealing with his own problems to think about Wall Street.

The reason was simple: James of Red Mountain Capital had begun lobbying other shareholders to reorganize the company's board of directors.

Not only that, they were also considering diluting shares.

This problem was more serious than Zuckerberg had imagined. If the shares were diluted, he would lose wealth as well.

After all, compared to him, those on Wall Street were more willing to trust Red Mountain Capital.

……

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"Finally back."

The moment Zhao Fusheng set foot on his homeland, his mood was quite cheerful.

"Chairman, are you this happy?" Liu Yiming asked, somewhat surprised.

Zhao Fusheng chuckled and shot the guy a glance: "What do you know? This is what I call patriotism."

"Heh..."

Liu Yiming smiled but didn't take the bait.

But the guy's smile had already betrayed his attitude.

For someone with no sense of humor like this, Zhao Fusheng couldn't be bothered to tease him. He waved his hand, ignored Liu Yiming, and walked straight ahead.

Taking a car home, his mother had already prepared a table full of sumptuous dishes.

"Brother!"

"You're back."

First Fan Beibei threw herself into Zhao Fusheng's arms, then Fan Bao held the child. Zhao Fusheng rubbed the little girl's head, told her to go dig through the suitcase for gifts, hugged his daughter and son, and then nodded at Fan Bao.

"How did things go?"

Fan Bao asked.

"Not bad."

Zhao Fusheng smiled: "It's just that foreign food is terrible, completely unpalatable."

"No need to say that."

Li Yuan walked over, took the child from Zhao Fusheng's arms, and said with a smile: "That foreign food is just too slapdash; we can't get used to it."

This was the truth.

Except for those who are naturally fond of a petty-bourgeois lifestyle, most Chinese people, once abroad, find it hard to adapt to the local cuisine.

Or rather, it requires a period of adjustment.

In Zhao Fusheng's view, this is actually the difference between Eastern and Western food cultures.

The East, especially China, focuses on the flavor of food, while foreign countries focus on its nutrition.

Regardless of a food's color, taste, or shape, in the eyes of Westerners, none of that matters. What they care about is ensuring nutrition, emphasizing the daily intake of calories, vitamins, protein, and so on.

Even if the food is hard to swallow, it must be eaten because of the nutrients it contains.

Western eating habits are closely related to Western culture. At a Western banquet, one can pay attention to tableware, ingredients, service, and the visual and color coordination of the ingredients; but no matter how luxurious or high-end, from south to north, steak has only one flavor—nothing delicious about it.

As a dish, meat is meat, vegetables are vegetables. Even if there is a combination, it happens on the plate. An "American-style steak" has mashed potatoes on one side, the steak leaning beside it, and on the other side, boiled green peas with a few slices of tomato.

The colors contrast sharply, but in terms of flavor, the various ingredients are unrelated and unblended, each with its own taste—simple and clear. This is completely different from Huaxia.

Huaxia people place great importance on "eating" and are very particular about how to eat.

The proverb "Food is the first necessity of the people" shows that we regard eating as important as heaven.

Because our nation has been at a low level of productivity for thousands of years, people were always unable to eat their fill, so a unique food culture emerged that prioritizes eating above all else. This is probably out of a need for survival.

If a culture regards eating as the foremost concern, two phenomena will appear: on one hand, the function of eating will be maximized—not only to sustain life but also to maintain health, which is the cultural basis for "food therapy is better than medicine therapy."

On the other hand, excessive emphasis on eating will lead people to pursue delicious flavors.

In Huaxia's culinary art, the pursuit of deliciousness reaches almost an extreme, to the point that when Huaxia people seek a livelihood overseas, they often open restaurants, which becomes the foundation for many to settle down.

Of course, the cultural differences between East and West are significant. Many people feel that Eastern cuisine focuses too much on taste and appearance, to the point of losing nutrition, and they desperately advocate for Western food, believing that what foreigners eat is the most nutritious.

To this, Zhao Fusheng can only say that some people are used to kneeling.

In their view, even the farts of foreigners smell good.

Even a food culture can be judged as superior or inferior—truly speechless.

In Zhao Fusheng's eyes, when it comes to food, as long as you enjoy it yourself, that's fine.

As for the topic of nutritional balance, indeed, healthy eating is beneficial to health, but the question is, if a person has to carefully consider what to eat to live a long life, isn't that too boring?

Eating boiled cabbage every day, quitting smoking and drinking—that might keep you healthy.

Heh, ask the elderly around you if they would quit smoking to live a few more years—see how many agree.

Everyone wants to live a long life, but the problem is, not everyone can turn themselves into an ascetic just to live longer.

At the very least, Zhao Fusheng himself certainly can't, and among the people around him, probably few can either.

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After dinner, letting the children and elders play, Zhao Fusheng and Fan Baobao sat on the sofa chatting.

"How was the island you looked at?"

Fan Baobao asked Zhao Fusheng with great interest.

Although she couldn't go in person, she was still very curious about the island that belonged to their family.

"Not bad."

Zhao Fusheng smiled: "It has an independent dock, the villa on the island is well-built, the area is considerable, and it can even accommodate a plane."

"Ah?"

Fan Baobao looked surprised: "Really?"

She really hadn't expected that the island they bought could accommodate a plane.

Zhao Fusheng nodded: "A medium-sized passenger plane can take off and land. I'm already planning to buy a plane."

"..."

Fan Baobao was speechless.

After a while, she looked at Zhao Fusheng and said, "Hey, what's gotten into you lately?"

She was curious why Zhao Fusheng had suddenly started liking to spend money.

"Money, if you earn it and don't spend it, what's the point of keeping it?"

Zhao Fusheng laughed upon hearing this, patted Fan Baobao's head: "Don't overthink it. Your husband has plenty of money."

Fan Baobao smiled sweetly: "I know, I know. You're amazing, okay?"

"Of course."

Zhao Fusheng was quite pleased.

For him, being able to let his family live a happy and prosperous life was undoubtedly a fulfilling achievement.

"By the way, I received an invitation a few days ago. Someone asked me to shoot an ad." Fan Baobao said to Zhao Fusheng with a smile.

Shoot an ad?

Zhao Fusheng was a bit surprised, then laughed: "Who is it? So discerning, inviting you to shoot an ad."

"Ye Jing contacted me. It's a company I've worked with before."

Fan Baobao replied.

I see.

Zhao Fusheng nodded. It seemed the other party intended to call in a favor.

But that was normal, after all, Fan Baobao was somewhat famous now.

"Up to you."

Zhao Fusheng said, "I don't object."

In his view, whatever Fan Baobao did was her own freedom.