Chapter 2116: Conning Zuckerberg

A month later.

Sydney International Airport, Australia.

Zhao Fusheng and his group disembarked from the plane, gazing at the azure sky, filled with emotion.

"Chairman, let's not go again next time."

Liu Yiming stood beside Zhao Fusheng, his face etched with misery.

Over the past month, his greatest gain was losing nearly thirty pounds.

Now, Liu Yiming wanted to tell those trying to lose weight that going from fat to thin only required a month of wilderness survival.

When even instant noodles are a luxury, you really do slim down.

Zhao Fusheng rubbed his nose, smiled, and said to the group behind him, "Come on, let's go have a feast."

"Great."

"Thank you, Chairman."

Everyone was delighted; after all, a month of wilderness survival, eating raw food, was far from comfortable.

Even though they had prepared thoroughly, it was still not as enjoyable as the bustling metropolis.

The group took a car to a Western restaurant in Sydney.

"Here?"

Standing at the entrance, Liu Yiming asked Zhao Fusheng.

"Right here, let's eat something first."

Zhao Fusheng nodded. He was starving too. He had prepared only a portion of food beforehand, but upon arriving at the deserted island, he found it was far from enough.

But since he had decided to survive there for a month, he had to see it through.

So Zhao Fusheng began trying to forage for food with the others.

Fortunately, these retired veterans had a thorough grasp of wilderness survival skills, and with Bell's presence, everyone could tell what was edible and what wasn't.

Yet even so, the food they found each time was barely enough to sustain their strength.

Under these circumstances, Zhao Fusheng finally understood why those wilderness survival show hosts always devoured a chicken leg after each episode—simply because they were damn hungry...

A few hours later, when they left the Western restaurant, the steak there was almost completely consumed.

There was no helping it; this group of Easterners had an incredible appetite.

"Is that Bell?"

"Looks like that Bell."

"What are those Easterners up to?"

"Did they go on an expedition?"

In the West, Bell was quite famous. This man, jokingly called Bear Grylls, had a large following on YouTube for his ability to eat anything.

But people hadn't expected him to be with a group of Easterners this time.

...

...

After the meal, they said goodbye to Bell, and Zhao Fusheng and the others arrived at the pre-booked hotel.

After washing up, they lay comfortably on the beds.

Comfortable!

Zhao Fusheng sighed and called Fan Baobao to report his safety.

Fan Baobao was helpless; her husband had completely let loose lately, even going on a wilderness survival trip, which was the epitome of boredom.

"My plane is parked here. Do you need it?" Fan Baobao asked Zhao Fusheng.

"No need."

Zhao Fusheng smiled: "I might head back in a few days."

"You should just return to China directly." Fan Baobao said irritably: "Going on vacation to a deserted island—you're unbeatable."

She really couldn't figure out what Zhao Fusheng was thinking.

Zhao Fusheng laughed heartily: "You don't understand. I actually feel great now. Let me tell you, if this kind of show is done well, it might become a variety program in the future..."

"...You win."

Fan Baobao was genuinely convinced.

Zhao Fusheng could even think of that—what a talent!

They chatted a bit more about daily matters, and Zhao Fusheng also spoke with his parents before hanging up.

Lying in bed, Zhao Fusheng recalled his month-long experience, a smile curling at the corners of his mouth.

Many people love to travel and be alone; he finally understood why.

Sometimes, when you feel particularly restless and have nowhere to go, trying to empty your mind really works.

Like himself now.

"I'll return to China in a while. Don't worry."

Zhao Fusheng smiled and said to Fan Baobao.

Fan Baobao knew his temperament and didn't say more, quickly ending the call.

The next day, Zhao Fusheng, along with Liu Yiming and the others, left Australia and flew to the United States.

"Chairman, where are we going now?"

After getting off the plane and into the car, Liu Yiming asked Zhao Fusheng.

"To Silicon Valley."

Zhao Fusheng said with a faint smile.

"Okay."

Liu Yiming nodded.

Though still puzzled and unsure why the boss wanted to go to Silicon Valley, since Zhao Fusheng had instructed, as a subordinate, he could only follow orders.

Arriving in Silicon Valley in San Francisco by car, Zhao Fusheng said to Liu Yiming, "Let's check in first. Contact Facebook and arrange a meeting with Zuckerberg."

"Okay."

Liu Yiming's expression changed immediately, and he nodded quickly.

As Zhao Fusheng's secretary, he naturally knew the significant stake Facebook held in Zhao Fusheng's plans.

Without exaggeration, as a super unicorn valued at over ten billion dollars, once Facebook went public, the benefits Zhao Fusheng would reap would exceed everyone's imagination.

Facebook's response was swift. Mark Zuckerberg came over soon after learning of Zhao Fusheng's arrival.

"Zhao, my friend, what brings you here?"

Zuckerberg was still very enthusiastic, dressed in a shirt, looking like the boy next door.

This was his usual disguise, or rather, he had grown accustomed to this persona.

"Nothing much, I was just passing by and thought I'd drop in to see you, my friend." Zhao Fusheng smiled and hugged Zuckerberg.

On the Self-Cultivation of an Actor!

Both Zhao Fusheng and Mark Zuckerberg had mastered this course quite well.

In comparison, Twitter's Evan Williams fell short. At least, when he learned that Zhao Fusheng had sold his shares to Samsung, he had cursed.

After all, he had been secretly contacting Wall Street giants to enter Twitter.

But unexpectedly, Zhao Fusheng had beaten him to it.

"This time, you must stay here for a while." Zuckerberg said to Zhao Fusheng, "I think it would be a lot of fun if we went fishing together."

"Sure, I'll follow your lead."

Zhao Fusheng smiled faintly: "By the way, have you heard from Sean?"

Sean Parker had disappeared after being forced to leave Facebook due to drug allegations at his party. Zhao Fusheng had no news of him either.

Hearing Zhao Fusheng's question, Zuckerberg's face showed a hint of discomfort, then he forced a smile: "Well, I'm not too sure. I heard he's been traveling around the world. You know, that incident hit him hard."

"Is that so?"

Zhao Fusheng sighed: "I suppose so. After all, he was fully devoted to the company. Who would have thought something like that would happen."

As he spoke, he gave Zuckerberg a meaningful look.

Sean Parker was no longer the madman he once was. Facebook was developing so well, and Zhao Fusheng had specifically warned him before, yet the guy still repeated the same mistake.

At first, Zhao Fusheng didn't find it odd, but later, Zuckerberg's decisive move to become CEO made Zhao Fusheng realize that, more likely than not, this had something to do with him.

Of course, this was just Zhao Fusheng's speculation. He brought it up today only to give Zuckerberg a subtle warning.

"Mark, I'm very disappointed in Facebook right now."

Zhao Fusheng looked at Zuckerberg seriously: "I hope Facebook can grow quickly, and after going public, aim for a market cap of five hundred billion or even a trillion dollars. But now, your strategy is too conservative!"

Zuckerberg was taken aback, then frowned: "Zhao, I don't understand what you mean."

"You need to show your decisiveness. I heard that in several board meetings, you were persuaded by Sequoia Capital and other investors. Why? Isn't the voting power in your hands? Why do you yield to others' opinions?"

Zhao Fusheng looked at Zuckerberg, speaking deliberately: "Back then, I agreed to the three-tier stock structure so that you could firmly control this company. I believe you are the most suitable leader for this company, not those damn Wall Street swindlers!"

Holy shit!

Mark Zuckerberg was instantly unsettled.

He never expected Zhao Fusheng to say such things to him.

This guy was actually on his side!