Chapter 2065: End of 2008

Ma Xiaoyun was a man of great ambition.

Without ambition, he wouldn't have stirred up so much trouble.

Whether in his past life or this one, in Zhao Fusheng's eyes, he was never someone who would stay put.

If he remembered correctly, it wouldn't be long before Alibaba delisted from Hong Kong.

If anyone claimed that Comrade Ma Xiaoyun had no hand in this, Zhao Fusheng wouldn't believe it even if you beat him to death.

Of course, for a company's development, this was a good thing.

After all, if a company's leader lost his drive, it meant the company would surely stagnate.

But conversely, for investors, this was not good news.

A founder who liked to stir up trouble meant you had to be constantly on guard against his tricks; one slip and you could easily be pushed out.

Such things were all too common in the business world.

Investing money and getting shares didn't mean everything was smooth sailing.

"What did you find?"

Dong Chenxi looked at Zhao Fusheng and asked.

She knew Zhao Fusheng's character; if he hadn't sensed something, he wouldn't have said that to her.

"Take a look."

Zhao Fusheng handed Dong Chenxi the materials he had asked Liu Yiming to look into.

After reading for a while, Dong Chenxi frowned.

"Can't this guy just stay put for once?"

Dong Chenxi muttered helplessly to herself.

Zhao Fusheng smiled: "Then you're dreaming."

He was telling the truth. Not to mention others, Ma Xiaoyun and Liu Qiangdong were both businessmen adept at leveraging circumstances. For them, whatever they did, their ultimate goal was their own benefit.

"I understand. I'll give him a warning soon."

Dong Chenxi thought for a moment and said to Zhao Fusheng.

Zhao Fusheng nodded.

His purpose in bringing this up was to get Dong Chenxi to pay attention.

...

...

Leaving Future Investment, Zhao Fusheng went straight to Future Film.

He really didn't care much about investment matters. Dong Chenxi was no novice; she was already a veteran.

Besides, at this point, as long as she didn't go crazy and pour all the funds into a single project, Zhao Fusheng naturally wasn't worried about anything going wrong.

But his appearance at Future Film still surprised some people.

"Why are you here?"

Looking at Zhao Fusheng, Ye Jing was somewhat surprised.

"..." Zhao Fusheng was exasperated. Looking at Ye Jing, he said, "What, are you people so unwelcoming of me?"

"It's not that we're unwelcoming."

Ye Jing opened his mouth helplessly, about to explain, when Yu Feihong cut in directly: "When you come, we have to report to you. It's the end of the year, we don't have time..."

"..."

Zhao Fusheng was speechless.

He glanced at Sister Feihong and found she was speaking seriously.

"Sis, is it really okay to talk like that?" Zhao Fusheng asked with a wry smile.

Yu Feihong nodded: "I'm just telling the truth. Otherwise, how about you come and audit these financial statements for me?"

Murderous intent!

In that instant, Zhao Fusheng's intuition keenly sensed the danger. After hearing Yu Feihong's words, he decisively shook his head: "Forget it, Sis, you go ahead with your work. I just came to see if Director Ning Hao is around. I have a script idea to discuss with him."

"Heh heh..."

Ye Jing watched Zhao Fusheng's cowardly demeanor and couldn't help shaking his head.

Zhao Fusheng simply ignored Ye Jing's contempt.

Well, when it came down to it, one had to learn to follow one's inner voice.

"Alright, I'll be off then."

Yu Feihong got up and left with the documents.

"Feihong has been too busy lately."

Ye Jing smiled and said to Zhao Fusheng, "She's in charge of a lot of things here, especially finances. It's the end of the year, we need to recover some funds."

Zhao Fusheng nodded: "If there's anything you need, let me know in advance. Future Film still has great potential for future development."

This was from the heart. If before he had treated Future Film as a toy he played with casually, now Zhao Fusheng clearly understood that the film and television cultural industry still had a lot of potential to tap.

"Okay, I understand."

Ye Jing nodded. He could clearly feel that Zhao Fusheng was speaking seriously.

"But are you really here to see Ning Hao?"

Ye Jing suppressed a smile and looked at Zhao Fusheng with a grin.

Zhao Fusheng rolled his eyes, not bothering to answer such a pointless question.

“Is that guy Old Jiang almost done filming?”

He remembered something and said to Ye Jing.

Ye Jing shook his head: “I thought so too.”

“And then?”

Zhao Fusheng was taken aback, then realized something must have gone wrong.

Sure enough, Ye Jing said with a wry smile: “He told me yesterday that he might need to go to Xichuan to shoot some additional footage…”

“That guy!”

Zhao Fusheng was speechless.

He’d gone and caused trouble after all.

He’d thought that guy might have changed his ways, but it seemed old habits die hard.

Forget it, Zhao Fusheng couldn’t be bothered to complain about him anymore.

“Is the budget over?”

Zhao Fusheng thought of an important question and asked Ye Jing.

Ye Jing shook his head: “No, it’s not.”

“Then let him be.” Hearing this, Zhao Fusheng said: “As long as he doesn’t spend money, he can do whatever he wants. Don’t worry about him.”

After saying that, Zhao Fusheng laughed himself: “Am I being too harsh?”

“Not at all.”

Ye Jing shook his head: “You’re too kind.”

He meant it.

In Ye Jing’s view, only Zhao Fusheng would put up with this; anyone else would have chewed Jiang Wen out.

“Hahaha.”

Zhao Fusheng laughed too, waving his hand: “Forget it, let it be. Later, tell him he can’t delay the release next year.”

“Okay, got it.” Ye Jing nodded.

…

…

In the blink of an eye, November passed and December arrived.

The year 2009 was drawing nearer.

The closer to year-end, the more things piled up—no one could avoid it.

Zhao Fusheng was no exception.

He was swamped, not only running around but also having to read and sign a mountain of documents every day.

And these were already filtered once by the subsidiaries.

“I feel like a printer,”

Zhao Fusheng said helplessly to Fan Baobao.

Fan Baobao smiled: “Really? Don’t you think you’re exaggerating?”

“Exaggerating?”

Zhao Fusheng’s eyes widened: “You know, these past few days, aside from sleeping and eating, all I’ve done is read documents. I’m practically a robot.”

“Then should I reward you?” Fan Baobao said with a charming smile.

Zhao Fusheng was about to agree, but turned to see his precious son lying there and shook his head helplessly: “Forget it, wait for me on the island.”

Fan Baobao, Zhao’s mother, and the others were about to take the kids to a resort on an island in Italy. Though reluctant, Zhao Fusheng had no choice.

Of course, he wasn’t the only one reluctant—poor Fan Beibei was too.

Because according to Li Yuan, Fan Beibei wouldn’t be allowed to study abroad until she finished junior high.

So she could only go abroad during winter and summer breaks.

The rest of the time, she had to stay in China and study hard.

In her own words, for a girl, this was a bolt from the blue.

Nothing could be more cruel.

But unfortunately, her eloquence couldn’t convince her dear mother.

Li Yuan was busy taking care of her grandchildren, so she simply left her younger daughter with Zhao Fusheng.

“You’ll have to take care of Beibei at home,” Fan Baobao said to Zhao Fusheng.

Zhao Fusheng rolled his eyes: “Don’t worry.”

He had already decided that when he was in the capital, he would pick up Fan Beibei every day.

If he wasn’t around, he’d have her hang out with Dong Chenxi, Zheng Yao, or Zhou Yun.

After all, there were plenty of people around who knew Beibei, and she knew them too.

It was impossible for all of them to be busy at the same time.

Thinking this, Zhao Fusheng silently praised his own cleverness.

If Fan Baobao knew what was going through his mind at that moment, she would have taken her sister and left without a second thought.

But unfortunately, Fan Baobao didn’t know.

So, a few months later, when Fan Baobao learned the truth, she flew into a rage on the spot.