Chapter 2093: Lantern Festival

When it came to the notion of performance-only politics, Zhao Fusheng had no good solution; he could only protect his own interests as much as possible.

After chatting with Ye Jing for a while, he left Future Film.

Recently, the authorities had announced that the New Third Board would be opened within the year.

For many private enterprises, this was undoubtedly good news.

Many people simply saw it as another opportunity to raise money.

"I've thought it over for a long time, and I've decided not to list on the New Third Board."

Zheng Yao found Zhao Fusheng, her expression serious.

"Why?"

Zhao Fusheng was somewhat surprised; he had originally thought Zheng Yao would most likely try to persuade him to agree to list Future Advertising on the New Third Board.

After all, from a certain perspective, it would be a good thing for the entire company.

After listing, the value of Future Advertising would increase, and as one of the shareholders, Zheng Yao's personal wealth would also grow.

But unexpectedly, Zheng Yao had considered it for so long and finally made this decision.

"I think if we go public, we should either choose the main board or go abroad."

Zheng Yao looked at Zhao Fusheng and said slowly.

Zhao Fusheng really hadn't expected that.

"As you wish."

Zhao Fusheng thought for a moment and finally nodded.

He didn't usually meddle much in subsidiary matters anyway; since Zheng Yao thought this way, he would let her have her way.

And to be honest, Zhao Fusheng wasn't really enthusiastic about going public.

His wealth was mainly concentrated in shares of a few companies and Hanxing Investment; as for other subsidiaries, whether they went public or not had no impact on his career.

To put it bluntly, even if Future Film or Future Advertising didn't go public, Zhao Fusheng wouldn't be short of money.

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……

Since Future Advertising wasn't planning to go public, Zhao Fusheng couldn't be bothered to worry about the company's future development.

He had a mountain of things to deal with; this was just one of them.

After reviewing some documents at the company, Zhao Fusheng left.

With the fifteenth day of the first lunar month approaching, he was debating whether to go to Italy to spend the holiday with his wife and child or just make do at home.

But before he could decide, Fan Baobao had already made the choice for him.

"Don't bother coming over."

Fan Baobao called Zhao Fusheng.

"Sister Feihong is coming to visit next week; I'll have her bring Beibei back to the country."

Zhao Fusheng was taken aback, then remembered his arrangement with Fan Baobao, nodded, and stopped dwelling on it.

For some reason, he had been feeling strange lately.

As if there was something he had overlooked.

But after thinking it over, Zhao Fusheng decided it was best to let things take their course; he didn't know what it was, and overthinking was pointless.

Besides, with the company developed to the level of Future Group, and without being listed, as long as it didn't face suppression from the authorities, there couldn't be any problems.

As for the authorities?

Hadn't Liu Ming gone to great lengths to latch onto the thickest thigh of the next decade precisely to avoid unnecessary trouble?

Moreover, Future Group was developing well and paying a lot of taxes every year; unless they were crazy, no local government would want to suppress such a major taxpayer.

Unless it was a life-or-death conflict of interest.

But if it really came to that, Zhao Fusheng would definitely get wind of it.

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Winter in the capital was very cold.

Indoors there was heating, but outdoors there wasn't.

This wasn't the so-called warm winter of later years; if you went out dressed too lightly, you were bound to be met with a biting wind.

So Zhao Fusheng usually didn't like going out.

He preferred to stay at home, reading books, watching TV dramas, or surfing the internet.

When bored, he registered a few QQ accounts and occasionally added Zheng Yao and others to tease them.

But unfortunately.

Zhao Fusheng's chatting skills were really poor; he was always found out and then mocked.

The Lantern Festival arrived quickly, and in the end, Zhao Fusheng didn't go anywhere.

But he wasn't idle either, because he had guests at home.

"Hey, what are you all doing at my place?"

Zhao Fusheng looked helplessly at the group in the living room.

"Eating."

"Eating."

"Eating."

The answers came in unison from Dong Chenxi, Dong Guoxiang, and Zheng Yao.

Rolling his eyes, Zhao Fusheng couldn't be bothered to deal with them.

He had originally planned to go out for a meal or just eat at home, but by evening, Dong Guoxiang arrived first, followed by Zheng Yao and Dong Chenxi.

Their reason was simple: they had nowhere to eat tonight.

"Seriously, you all..."

Zhao Fusheng shook his head helplessly: "Haven't you already brought your families out?"

With Future Group developing so well, Zhao Fusheng had not only given these people shares but also many bonuses. Property prices in the capital weren't high before, so they had all bought houses here.

"My dad said it's uncomfortable living here and went back to farm." Dong Guoxiang said helplessly.

"My parents don't like the capital either; they say they don't know anyone and it's more comfortable at home." Dong Chenxi sighed.

When it was Zheng Yao's turn, she was even more helpless: "My parents said they can't make the most of their talents here and went back to school."

Zhao Fusheng...

He knew that these guys were probably worried he would be lonely spending the holiday alone and had come specially to keep him company.

But Zhao Fusheng felt he was actually fine, not that bored.

"Alright, alright, let's eat tangyuan, eat tangyuan."

The four of them gathered together, didn't call any assistants or secretaries, and happily ate the store-bought tangyuan while chatting about old times.

Just like back in school.

"By the way, I have a girlfriend now."

Dong Guoxiang suddenly said to everyone.

"Huh?"

"How did you meet?"

"Where is she from?"

Everyone was very surprised; even Zhao Fusheng put down his chopsticks and asked curiously.

"Ahem, she's near our company."

Dong Guoxiang's cheeks flushed slightly as he said to them, "She's an ordinary office worker, from the capital."

"Oh, how did you meet?"

Zhao Fusheng was full of curiosity.

Dong Guoxiang had quietly found a girlfriend, which really surprised him; he had thought the guy would wait for him to set him up.

"It's nothing special. She works as a clerk nearby and often eats lunch at the fast-food restaurant downstairs of Future Technology. I go there often too. One day she left her wallet behind, and I found it. I contacted her, and that's how we got to know each other."

Dong Guoxiang didn't have many friends; these few were the ones he trusted most, so he didn't hide anything and told the story.

"So romantic!"

Dong Chenxi and Zheng Yao couldn't contain their girlish hearts, sighing with emotion.

At their status and position, love was sometimes a very luxurious thing. This wasn't a joke but a fact.

After all, given their own conditions, whether it was Dong Guoxiang, Dong Chenxi, or Zheng Yao, if someone started dating them, they would subconsciously wonder if the other person was with them because of their good circumstances.

Whether woman or man, when in love, they often ask themselves: what does the other person like about me?

Money?

Good looks?

Beauty?

Or perhaps, ulterior motives?

This was normal, but also frustrating, because you never knew when you would meet your true love.

That was why they were always very cautious about love.

For this reason, even Zhao Fusheng, as both boss and friend, was very concerned about their lifelong matters.

What if they ended up with a mole? That would be disastrous.

"Tell us, what kind of person is she?"

"How long have you been together?"

"Have you kissed yet?"

"Have you been to a hotel?"

Ahem...

Zhao Fusheng, who had uttered the last sentence, was promptly punished by being sent to face the wall in the living room.

Sitting pitifully in the living room watching the boring Lantern Festival Gala, Zhao Fusheng's mind wasn't on the TV but on those guys.

But Dong Chenxi and Zheng Yao were whispering with Dong Guoxiang about something and refused to tell him, which was frustrating.

After a long while, the few of them came over. Zheng Yao and Dong Chenxi looked satisfied, clearly having gotten the gossip they wanted.

"What's going on?"

Zhao Fusheng asked them curiously.

"Well, we're not telling you."

Dong Chenxi smiled, looking smug.

Zhao Fusheng was quite helpless; he felt he should have a talk with Dong Chenxi about her mysterious "boyfriend."