Chapter 2114: Vacation Begins

Zhao Fusheng's suggestion was quite good.

The couple traveling together, hand in hand, was simply blissful.

But unfortunately, this suggestion was mercilessly rejected by Fan Baobao.

"Your son and daughter simply can't do without me."

Fan Baobao said helplessly to Zhao Fusheng, "I'd love to go out, but haven't you noticed? I haven't even been to Rome or Milan much."

Zhao Fusheng then realized that was indeed the case.

"How about hiring a nanny?"

Zhao Fusheng thought for a moment and said to Fan Baobao, "Forget it, I wouldn't feel at ease."

Unexpectedly, the usually easygoing Fan Baobao shook her head, disagreeing with Zhao Fusheng's idea: "I'd rather take care of my own son and daughter myself."

Clearly, she didn't have the self-awareness of a celebrity. In Fan Baobao's view, nothing was more important than the children.

Since she said that, Zhao Fusheng had no choice but to nod in agreement.

"Go by yourself."

Fan Baobao looked at Zhao Fusheng and said with a smile.

Zhao Fusheng was taken aback: "Me alone?"

"Yeah, I think you could find a secluded place, take Liu Yiming or a few bodyguards, and just relax." Fan Baobao covered her mouth and laughed.

"I remember Zhang Qian once said that their military unit teaches wilderness survival skills."

Zhao Fusheng stared at his wife in shock. He now wondered if this was really his wife, suggesting he go wilderness survival?

"Aren't you bored?"

Fan Baobao's cheeks flushed slightly under Zhao Fusheng's gaze: "Since you have nothing to do anyway, why not challenge yourself?"

"Come on."

Zhao Fusheng said irritably, "I'm not that crazy."

That was the truth. He wasn't Bear Grylls and had no masochistic tendencies.

Rejecting Fan Baobao's utterly unreliable suggestion, Zhao Fusheng decided it was better to go out and have fun on his own.

Of course, he didn't plan to take a private jet; that would be too conspicuous and easily spotted by the media.

Just taking Liu Yiming and a few bodyguards, they could keep a low profile without much worry.

After all, in the eyes of Westerners, all East Asians look alike.

Speaking of which, that was quite an interesting phenomenon.

Many Westerners couldn't distinguish between Koreans and Chinese; yellow-skinned people all looked the same to white people.

Moreover, Zhao Fusheng had never given interviews in public, so he wasn't worried about running into trouble.

Besides, with Zhang Qian's people around, Zhao Fusheng was even less concerned about any incidents.

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Three days later, at Madison Square Garden in New York.

Zhao Fusheng sat there, watching the game between the New York Knicks and the Los Angeles Lakers with great interest.

To be honest, he didn't know much about basketball; he only recognized a few stars, and that was only because the media had covered them extensively in his past life.

Among the players running all over the court, the one Zhao Fusheng knew best was undoubtedly Kobe, and then he couldn't match the others.

It couldn't be helped; most NBA players were black, and black people all looked pretty similar.

After a few quick crossovers, Zhao Fusheng would get confused.

If not for the different jerseys, who knows what blunders he might make.

"Chairman, this is so boring."

Glancing at the score, Liu Yiming said quietly, "The Lakers are dominating."

"No kidding, the strength is obvious."

Zhao Fusheng curled his lip.

If he remembered correctly, the Lakers were the champions this year.

Of course, no one expected that now. Although Kobe Bryant had led the team to an Olympic gold medal last year, they had been thoroughly beaten by the Celtics last season and had now lost Shaquille O'Neal.

Pau Gasol?

Come on, in everyone's impression, he was a complete softie; Chinese fans even called him "Jia Sao" (sister-in-law).

Under these circumstances, the Lakers were only seen as a strong playoff team at best; no one believed they could reach the Finals and win the championship.

Don't forget, the dominance shown by the Celtics' Big Three last year proved that the Lakers weren't tough enough.

"But I feel like the Lakers still won't win the championship this year."

Liu Yiming sighed and shook his head gently. As a basketball fan, he knew this stuff well.

Zhao Fusheng shook his head: "Not necessarily."

As he spoke, he pointed at Kobe sprinting on the court: "With him around, what do you think is impossible?"

"True!"

Liu Yiming was quite excited, stood up, and cheered for Kobe again.

This guy was a die-hard Lakers fan.

Zhao Fusheng chuckled. He had come here today just to watch the game.

Soon, the game ended. An excited Liu Yiming approached and, with his fluent English, managed to get Kobe's autograph, which made him overjoyed.

"Is it that exciting?"

Zhao Fusheng said speechlessly.

"Of course."

Liu Yiming said, "This is Kobe, the number one player in the league. The only one who can challenge him is probably LeBron James."

Zhao Fusheng smiled but said nothing.

He didn't remember the development of the NBA league very clearly, but it seemed that after the Lakers won the championship this year, they didn't win another one.

After James's rise, his long-time rivals were the Warriors and the Spurs, definitely not the Lakers.

The reason was simple: the era of single-star superstars leading teams was gradually ending.

Thinking carefully, from next year onward, except for Dirk Nowitzki leading the Mavericks as a single star, the other championship teams were all star-studded.

Whether it was James, who loved making decisions, the seemingly low-key GDP, or the Warriors dynasty, they were all products of star power.

Even that scheming Kawhi, who liked to rest, had at least two All-Star-level teammates when he won the championship.

There was a reason NBA viewership declined in later years.

Constant rest days, plus star players teaming up, made the strong teams stronger and the weak teams hopeless. Who would want to watch that?

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Leaving the arena and walking along the streets of New York, the group looked somewhat conspicuous.

It couldn't be helped; everyone around Zhao Fusheng was burly men, and even if they tried to hide their tracks, it was hard.

But fortunately, no one here recognized Zhao Fusheng, so their whereabouts weren't a concern.

"Chairman, where to next?"

Liu Yiming followed beside Zhao Fusheng and asked quietly.

"Next, how about Los Angeles?"

Zhao Fusheng glanced at Liu Yiming and said casually.

Liu Yiming was startled, somewhat surprised, but didn't voice his doubts.

If he remembered correctly, a few days ago in the news, that Miss Scarlett Johansson was recently in Los Angeles. Could it be that the chairman had an appointment with her?

At the thought, Liu Yiming's expression immediately became interesting.

Although he was Zhao Fusheng's confidant, on this matter, Liu Yiming dared not speak recklessly. If something went wrong, it would be a huge mess.

Most importantly, he had no idea what Zhao Fusheng was really thinking.

Could it be that his boss was also interested in that Miss Scarlett?