Chapter 2079 2009

Zhao Fusheng not celebrating the holiday didn't mean others wouldn't.

Dong Chenxi and Zheng Yao, among others, managed to organize a gathering in the midst of their busy schedules, naturally with only their own people.

They had a great time.

Zhao Fusheng originally didn't plan to attend, but was eventually picked up by Zheng Yao in her car, along with Fan Beibei.

The gathering was held at Zheng Yao's current home.

A high-end villa.

It was originally given by Fan Baobao on behalf of Zhao Fusheng.

After all, after so many years of hard work, even without merit, there was still effort; Zheng Yao deserved this gift.

Since it was a holiday, naturally there was no need to talk about work. The group happily gathered together, eating and chatting, occasionally teasing the little girl who could only drink soft drinks, having a great time.

Tan Kaixuan's wedding was a relatively private affair; he only sent invitations to those close to him.

Within the entire Future Group, apart from Zheng Yao, Dong Chenxi, and Dong Guoxiang, only Zhang Qian received an invitation. The rest, including Yu Feihong, Ye Jing, and Jiang Wen, were not invited.

Everyone could understand, after all, since it was a private wedding and specifically held on Zhao Fusheng's island, it was naturally not meant to be exposed.

"By the way, there's something I want to tell you."

Ye Jing was naturally also invited to the gathering, but because he had to accompany his family, he left early. Before leaving, he said to Zhao Fusheng.

"Go ahead, what is it?"

Zhao Fusheng asked, puzzled.

"You know Ke Lan, right?" Ye Jing asked.

"Yes, I do."

Zhao Fusheng was startled, then frowned.

This person was no ordinary one; although she was an actress in the entertainment industry, she was truly a young lady from a prominent family.

"She plans to set up a studio under our company's name. Is that okay?" Ye Jing asked Zhao Fusheng.

Zhao Fusheng frowned deeply: "Under our name?"

"Yes."

Ye Jing nodded: "You know her, she's quite peculiar. She only plays roles she likes, and won't act in ones she doesn't..."

"Fine, let her do as she pleases. But let's make it clear first: we won't provide her with resources; she'll have to find them herself." Zhao Fusheng smiled, waving his hand at Ye Jing.

"Alright, I understand."

Ye Jing smiled, naturally understanding Zhao Fusheng's meaning.

Both of them knew well the background of Miss Ke. She was a true child of destiny. Her low profile in the entertainment industry didn't mean she lacked influence. This kind of matter was just doing a favor, so naturally they wouldn't refuse.

But just as Zhao Fusheng said, since you're only nominally under my company, I'm sorry, I won't provide you with resources, and I don't need you to pay any management fees.

All I need is for you to owe me a favor.

But this wouldn't be said outright; everyone understood tacitly.

"What's wrong?"

Seeing Zhao Fusheng and Ye Jing muttering a few words before Ye Jing left, Dong Chenxi curiously approached and asked Zhao Fusheng.

"Nothing, just an artist planning to be affiliated with the company."

Zhao Fusheng smiled and asked her: "Old Tan is married now. How long do you plan to stay single?"

"None of your business!"

Unexpectedly, Dong Chenxi's cheeks flushed slightly. She glared at Zhao Fusheng and turned away.

Zhao Fusheng stood there stunned for a long time, rubbing his chin. Intuition told him that Dong Chenxi's reaction was off; this woman clearly had something going on.

Otherwise, given her personality, she would have directly retorted!

Thinking this, Zhao Fusheng walked over with a smile. When everyone sat together, he suddenly said to Dong Chenxi: "Dong Chenxi, what's going on with you? Now you've learned to hide things from us, haven't you?"

"Huh?"

Everyone was startled, and Dong Chenxi herself looked confused.

"I suspect she has a boyfriend."

Zhao Fusheng chuckled, pointing at Dong Chenxi: "Keeping a secret relationship from everyone, this person!"

"Really?"

"No way."

Yu Feihong and the others were all very surprised, and Zheng Yao looked especially curious.

After all, they had known Dong Chenxi for a long time. If she were in a relationship, they couldn't have no news of it.

"I, I don't."

Dong Chenxi, under everyone's gaze, quickly retorted: "Don't talk nonsense."

"Oh."

Zhao Fusheng smiled slightly: "Then forget it, pretend I didn't say anything."

With that, he simply lowered his head and started eating.

"No."

Zheng Yao also caught on at this point, looking at Dong Chenxi: "You definitely have a problem. Otherwise, you would have cursed him out instead of denying it!"

Having known each other for so many years, they were thoroughly familiar with each other's personalities.

Just as Zhao Fusheng had felt earlier, in Zheng Yao's impression, if Dong Chenxi didn't have a boyfriend, her first reaction would have been to scold Zhao Fusheng and then settle the score with him.

Not like now, first denying it, then starting to change the subject.

"Cough, you all..."

Dong Chenxi was speechless. How did she end up with these people?

"What's really going on?"

"Yeah, are you really in love?"

A group of people's gossip souls burned fiercely, pulling Dong Chenxi to ask.

Although their statuses were different now, running a company with high positions and great power.

But when it came to this kind of thing, gossip was human nature. Even Zhao Fusheng looked curious.

"Tell us, who is it?"

"Yeah, what does he do?"

"How old is he?"

"How tall? Is he handsome?"

Surrounded, Dong Chenxi looked helpless. In the end, she honestly said: "Just started getting to know him. He's three years younger than me, works abroad."

"Ooh!"

"Not bad, Xiao Dong."

Everyone burst into laughter.

But no matter what they said, Dong Chenxi clamped her mouth shut, firmly refusing to reveal anything more about her boyfriend.

Since she wouldn't say, they didn't press further, and the topic was changed.

...

...

Time passed quickly. After Christmas, Zhao Fusheng and the others arranged company matters and left the capital together.

That guy Tan Kaixuan's wedding took place as scheduled.

Not many people attended the wedding. Besides Tan Kaixuan and Dong Xiaoya's families, there were only some old friends, all specially invited by Tan Kaixuan.

After a lively few days on the island, everyone went their separate ways.

There was no help for it; people like Zheng Yao and Dong Chenxi had a mountain of work to handle. Staying in Italy for a vacation was certainly comfortable, but for the company, having the person in charge absent was definitely a problem.

Tan Kaixuan and his wife began their honeymoon. According to him, they would travel for a few months first.

As for Zhao Fusheng, he stayed there with his family for a week. In mid-January, he returned to the capital.

There was less than a month until the New Year, and now it was already 2009.

"Brother, when can I go to Italy?" Fan Beibei tugged at Zhao Fusheng's hand and asked him.

"After your exams."

Zhao Fusheng smiled: "You can stay there for the whole winter break."

"Really? That's great."

The little girl was very happy; clearly, this was good news for her.

Zhao Fusheng was also very happy.

The country had announced that the ChiNext board would officially open this year, and 3G network licenses would be officially issued.

Zhao Fusheng knew that the development of the internet was about to enter a fast track.

Mobile phones would evolve from simple mobile communication to more functional devices.

In 2008, various social networking sites filled people's eyes. The huge registered user base and the massive traffic it brought led many to believe that the Chinese internet might produce the next Facebook.

But facts proved that this was just wishful thinking.

Or, as Zhao Fusheng knew, it was just a flash in the pan.

In early January, Sina Group officially launched the new product, Weibo.

It only allowed sending 140 characters, but you could express what you wanted. With enough followers, your influence would expand.

Under these circumstances, Weibo quickly became popular across the entire internet.

"Should we also create a product like this?"

Dong Guoxiang couldn't sit still. With the Spring Festival approaching, he called Zhao Fusheng.

Weibo?

Zhao Fusheng frowned, thought for a moment, but shook his head: "Let's forget it. We won't do it."

"Well, okay."

Although he had many doubts, Dong Guoxiang ultimately nodded, agreeing with Zhao Fusheng's opinion.

Regardless, Zhao Fusheng was the boss, so he naturally had to listen to him.

Putting down the phone, Zhao Fusheng shook his head and smiled helplessly.

He naturally understood Dong Guoxiang's thoughts and knew that given the company's current strength, if they entered the Weibo market, they might even have a chance to defeat Sina.

But the problem was, Zhao Fusheng dared not touch this market.

Weibo was a good product, but the issue was that, like Facebook, it belonged to the category of social products.

Without exaggeration, Weibo was a powerful weapon for promoting grassroots culture. The addition of followers exponentially expanded personal influence. A person with tens of millions of followers—no one would think their words were insignificant; the things they could influence were certainly many.

But precisely because of this, as Weibo's influence grew, people's demands on the platform also increased.

For example, Weibo's trending topics.

According to regulations, some words could not appear on the trending list; this involved laws and regulations.

But in many people's eyes, this touched on freedom of speech.

In their view, since Weibo was a place where one could express their feelings, why couldn't some things be said?

This logic was actually quite interesting.

According to the logic of some keyboard warriors, freedom of speech meant they could recklessly express their opinions online, and no matter what they said, you couldn't delete it.

But conversely, if their speech led to erroneous results, when you asked them to take responsibility, they would say, 'I just said what I wanted to say. Since you allowed me to speak, it proves that what I said was permissible.'

Rules, in the eyes of those idiots, did not exist.

To avoid his company becoming an accomplice in the eyes of these keyboard warriors in the future, Zhao Fusheng decided not to venture into this industry.