Chapter 2185: Tan Kaixuan's Idea

The conversation between Zhao Fusheng and Zheng Yao was destined to be inconclusive.

The reason was firm: neither he nor Zheng Yao could predict the future.

So they could only take things one step at a time.

The former Zhao Fusheng might have been able to foresee the future, but now, all he could know were some vague things.

Not because he couldn't remember clearly, but because the future had already been changed.

Future Investment, Future Advertising, Future Technology, Future Film and Television, Future Security, Future Real Estate—these were the major subsidiaries that now constituted the Future Group.

To be honest, if you didn't look, you wouldn't know; once you did, you'd be shocked.

Even Zhao Fusheng himself hadn't expected that, without realizing it, his business had grown so large.

This didn't even include the subsidiaries in the United States and Hanxing Investment in South Korea.

"Too big to manage."

Zhao Fusheng sat in the car and sighed helplessly.

He had planned to retire before the age of forty.

But now that the company's business had grown so big, even if he wanted to retire by then, it wouldn't be easy.

This was an inevitable result. After all, many times, when people reach a certain point, they realize that things don't always go as they wish.

Everything around you makes you aware that any choice must be made with careful consideration.

Even every word spoken in public must be carefully weighed.

Zhao Fusheng really didn't want to live that kind of life. He didn't want to be like Ma Xiaoyun, where every casual remark would be interpreted in countless ways and even become an internet meme.

To be honest, thinking about this, Zhao Fusheng actually felt a bit of sympathy for Boss Ma.

He had only spoken a few heartfelt words, but they were interpreted in countless ways. It just showed how wild the imaginations of the netizens were.

"Chairman, what's wrong?"

Liu Yiming, who had recovered from his injury, saw Zhao Fusheng sighing and asked curiously.

Zhao Fusheng waved his hand: "Don't worry about the company."

Then he looked at Liu Yiming: "You, got your girlfriend settled?"

After the last incident, Liu Yiming and Yan An had gotten together. Zhao Fusheng had even specifically asked about it and arranged for Yan An to join the Future Group.

In his words, it was an employee benefit.

Liu Yiming was naturally grateful, and Yan An was also very happy.

To be honest, she had never imagined that a billionaire could be so approachable.

It seemed Liu Yiming was right—his boss was truly different from most wealthy people.

"Xiao Yan is pretty good."

Zhao Fusheng casually said to Liu Yiming: "Since your family was willing to introduce her to you, it seems the elders are satisfied. You're not young anymore; it's time to settle down and start a career."

"Chairman."

Liu Yiming looked helpless: "I was planning to work hard for a few more years."

"Work hard?"

Zhao Fusheng raised an eyebrow and glanced at Liu Yiming: "Work hard at what? You're by my side, and you still need to work hard? What, are you planning to replace me?"

"No, no, no, don't misunderstand."

Liu Yiming shook his head like a rattle-drum, quickly denying it: "I didn't mean that."

"Alright, less nonsense."

Zhao Fusheng said irritably: "First settle down, then build a career. With your personality, how can I give you opportunities if you don't settle down? First stabilize, have your own family, then consider other things, understand?"

Then he smiled again: "When you get married, I'll give you a house as a gift."

"Ah?"

Liu Yiming was stunned.

He had never heard of anyone giving a house as a wedding gift.

But thinking about it, it was very much in line with his boss's style.

After all, Zhao Fusheng had always been full of surprises.

...

...

Zhao Fusheng wasn't joking with Liu Yiming; he really intended to give a house as a wedding gift.

After all, he had a lot of properties under his name—some bought by Fan Baobao, some by his mother. Giving one away wasn't a big deal.

Moreover, Liu Yiming was his secretary, one of the people he trusted most.

Zhao Fusheng had always been generous to those around him, and he knew that if you couldn't win over the people close to you, you were bound to fail in big endeavors.

Think about it: if you couldn't even control small figures like your secretary or driver, and they might betray you, what chance did you have of success in business or big undertakings?

When Zhao Fusheng got home, before he could rest, Tan Kaixuan showed up.

"Aren't you supposed to be abroad?"

Zhao Fusheng looked at Tan Kaixuan in surprise.

If he remembered correctly, Dong Xiaoya was pregnant. Letting his wife act with a big belly—Tan Kaixuan really had some nerve.

Tan Kaixuan smiled bitterly: "Abroad? What abroad? Yaya almost had an accident while filming, so I came back to accompany her."

Zhao Fusheng frowned and learned what had happened.

It wasn't a big deal. After getting married, Dong Xiaoya received an invitation from a teacher to make a cameo in a film. She was pregnant but not showing yet, so she didn't think much of it and went.

But during filming, she had a threatened miscarriage and almost got into trouble.

After Tan Kaixuan was discharged from the hospital, he had planned to go to the US for business, but now he didn't dare to leave. He stayed put in the country to be with his wife.

"Tell me, why are pregnant women so precious?"

Tan Kaixuan lay on the sofa in Zhao Fusheng's house and asked helplessly.

Given their relationship, he might have cared about appearances when visiting others, but at Zhao Fusheng's place, he made himself at home without any restraint.

"You should be grateful."

Zhao Fusheng glared at him and said contemptuously: "Yaya has such a good temper; she never causes you trouble. You should see when our Fan Baobao was pregnant—whether it was the first or second child, she nearly drove me crazy."

Men, when it comes to such matters, always have a lot in common.

This was actually a common male trait.

At twenty, they liked to talk about beautiful women; after thirty, they focused more on family and career.

Zhao Fusheng was like that, and so was Tan Kaixuan.

Sometimes it was amusing to think back: when they were in school, they probably never imagined that one day they'd be sitting on a sofa, discussing the future of the world economy and deals worth hundreds of millions or more.

But fate was always so magical.

"By the way, what do you think about us entering Europe now?"

Tan Kaixuan's words made Zhao Fusheng's expression change slightly.