Chapter 2325 Oracle Arena

Tan Kaixuan naturally valued Zhao Fusheng's opinion highly.

"In that case, forget it."

After thinking it over, Tan Kaixuan said to Zhao Fusheng.

Since even Zhao Fusheng was not optimistic about Bitcoin's development, he naturally decided not to get involved.

"This thing will definitely go through a process from low to high prices, but to be honest, I don't really understand blockchain or anything. I only know that it's like a tree without roots—no one dares to predict when it will sink to the bottom."

Zhao Fusheng said indifferently.

As friends, he would say what he needed to say; as for how much Tan Kaixuan would take in, that was his own business.

Tan Kaixuan nodded, deeply agreeing with Zhao Fusheng's words.

The two chatted for a while longer, and Tan Kaixuan even joked with Zhao Fusheng, asking if he should just take Scarlett Johansson as his own.

After all, that woman had now become a hot Hollywood star thanks to her role as Black Widow in Iron Man.

Zhao Fusheng decisively refused.

He was always very clear-headed when it came to emotions.

Simply put, he wanted a home and an ideal partner. And for Zhao Fusheng, what was the most important thing in an ideal partner?

Was it love?

Of course not.

As a time traveler with foreknowledge, Zhao Fusheng's rationality far outweighed his sensibility.

In his view, love was not to be trusted; it was merely the effect of hormones in the human body.

So-called impulses or excitements would always pass eventually.

In Zhao Fusheng's eyes, whether a marriage was successful depended on whether the couple could treat each other with mutual respect.

There is a type of woman in this world who, if you get too close, becomes disrespectful, and if you keep your distance, becomes resentful.

The closer your relationship, the more she takes everything for granted, throwing tantrums and yelling at will. But if you take a step back because you can't stand her bad temper, she'll be utterly displeased and think you're a heartless bastard.

No one wants such a woman as a girlfriend or wife.

Yet most of us, in the end, always end up meeting such people.

Probably because we don't have a careful plan for our emotions.

Zhao Fusheng was different.

He was a man of principle and had his own ideas.

So he hoped to maintain mutual respect with his girlfriend or future wife.

At the very least, they should maintain a certain degree of restraint and respect, understanding and respecting each other.

To put it bluntly.

He hoped to find a woman with good upbringing.

Cultured, refined, cultivated, and well-mannered.

Clearly, Fan Baobao was the kind of woman Zhao Fusheng needed.

As for Scarlett Johansson.

To be honest, Scarlett was a nice person, but as a wife, Zhao Fusheng thought it was better to forget it.

For a woman who could have a quick fling in an elevator at nineteen, Zhao Fusheng didn't believe Scarlett Johansson was truly devoted to him.

To put it bluntly, if he weren't a billionaire, a Marvel shareholder, and in control of staggering wealth, but just an ordinary Chinese man, he didn't believe Scarlett Johansson would show him such a affectionate side.

As the saying goes, old tricks win hearts.

Although Zhao Fusheng was unwilling to judge a woman like Scarlett Johansson with malice, he was all too familiar with certain trends in the entertainment industry, especially Hollywood.

For Scarlett Johansson, liking him, or admitting she had feelings for him, was undoubtedly very beneficial.

On one hand, it could warn off many people with ulterior motives.

On the other hand, it was also good for her own development.

Of course, she definitely liked him.

It's like how many people like Bill Gates—there's no loss in that.

People's worship of wealth and power stems from the weak looking up to the strong, and there's nothing wrong with that.

Even the most outstanding people have to face such choices.

Zhao Fusheng didn't mind her doing that, but if she wanted his response.

Sorry.

Even if he were just playing along, Zhao Fusheng wouldn't choose her.

It wasn't that he looked down on her, but because Zhao Fusheng knew that if he took that step, there would be a lot of trouble ahead.

Although it wouldn't be major or even affect his life, Zhao Fusheng still didn't want to get involved in those matters.

He was always afraid of trouble.

"You really are a cold fish."

Tan Kaixuan was always speechless at Zhao Fusheng's theories.

He was different from Zhao Fusheng; his principle was to wander among flowers without a single leaf touching him.

Although he liked to have fun, Tan Kaixuan always knew what those people wanted, so while he was flirtatious, he was clear that he wouldn't end up with any illegitimate children.

After all, that would undoubtedly damage his vast business empire.

At the level of Tan Kaixuan or Zhao Fusheng, the heir to the family business had to be the legitimate son.

If there were any illegitimate children, it would lead to endless trouble.

Just the lawsuits over inheritance would drive people crazy.

"I just don't want to stir up trouble."

Zhao Fusheng complained to Tan Kaixuan: "Not everyone is like you, a stud."

Tan Kaixuan looked smug.

Seeing his expression, Zhao Fusheng knew that his jab wouldn't bother him.

They chatted a bit more, and Zhao Fusheng asked Tan Kaixuan about the current state of Bitcoin.

Tan Kaixuan didn't know much either; it was all told to him by his subordinates.

Bitcoin emerged around 2009. At the earliest, around the end of 2008, a person claiming to be Satoshi Nakamoto published the Bitcoin whitepaper "Bitcoin: A Peer-to-Peer Electronic Cash System" online, outlining his new vision for electronic currency—and Bitcoin was born.

"Many people are guessing about his identity."

Tan Kaixuan said with a smile to Zhao Fusheng: "Some say he's Shinichi Mochizuki, others say no. Anyway, there's a lot of speculation now."

"Heh."

Zhao Fusheng shook his head. He knew there was no correct answer to this guess.

In other words, since creating Bitcoin, Satoshi Nakamoto had disappeared, and his identity had become a mystery.

Of course, in real life, there really is a person named Satoshi Nakamoto. He is a sixty-year-old Japanese-American who likes collecting model trains, has worked for large corporations and the U.S. military on classified projects. For the past forty years, Nakamoto has never used his real name in daily life.

Of course, he is not the figure from internet legend.

Even Tan Kaixuan knew that.

"Don't you think this guy is too boring?"

Tan Kaixuan asked Zhao Fusheng.

"Not boring, but he probably never expected Bitcoin to develop like this."

Zhao Fusheng said frankly.

To be honest, in Zhao Fusheng's memory, the development of the crypto circle was absolutely astonishing.

In their circle, money seemed to have become a number, not a currency representing the ability to buy many things.

Even he found it a bit alarming.

Of course, Zhao Fusheng didn't think electronic currency was immature.

He just always felt that without government support, relying solely on certain free market behaviors to achieve this would be very difficult.

At the very least, under the current global economic conditions, it was impossible.

Knowing is hard, doing is easy—that probably describes the current situation.

"Yeah, this thing has blown up too much, haha."

Tan Kaixuan also laughed.

It was understandable; originally a self-developed electronic virtual currency, it had now been hyped to a terrifying price.

Even Satoshi Nakamoto probably hadn't expected this.

"Alright, I won't waste words with you."

Tan Kaixuan checked the time and said to Zhao Fusheng: "I have plans tonight, so I won't have dinner with you. If you have time, you can go watch a Golden State Warriors basketball game."

"Huh?"

Zhao Fusheng stared at Tan Kaixuan in shock.

This guy called him over and then left him here.

He was really inhuman!

...

...

Then.

Zhao Fusheng actually went to the arena.

Of course, he used the season tickets Tan Kaixuan gave him.

As the team owner, although the team's performance was poor, it had to be said that backed by San Francisco, the Golden State Warriors' attendance was decent.

But the moment he walked into the arena, Zhao Fusheng was dumbfounded.

The reason was simple: the arena was too shabby.

"No way, how can the arena be like this?"

Zhao Fusheng was at a loss for words.

"It really is too shabby."

Dong Chenxi, whom he had dragged along to watch the game, was also astonished.

The arena before them was clearly very old, with worn-out seats and facilities, hardly modern.

"I remember hearing that this arena is decades old."

Zhao Fusheng thought for a moment and said to Dong Chenxi.

Tan Kaixuan had told him that.

"By the way, why is it called Oracle Arena?"

Dong Chenxi asked curiously.

"Oracle Corporation sponsored the naming rights."

Zhao Fusheng said frankly: "If you want naming rights later, we could call it Future Investment Arena!"

Dong Chenxi was stunned, thought about it, and decided against it.

Are you kidding!

She was an investor; why would she sponsor an arena?

"Come on, let's go sit down first."

Zhao Fusheng said to Dong Chenxi.

The two of them, along with eight bodyguards, carefully entered the arena.

Luckily, Tan Kaixuan had plenty of tickets, or it would have been troublesome.

Sitting in their seats and looking around, Zhao Fusheng shook his head helplessly.

The attendance was decent; overall, with a capacity of over ten thousand and more than sixty percent occupancy, it was quite good for a weak team.

But the problem was that the arena's environment was really poor.

It was embarrassing!

Zhao Fusheng thought for a moment and said to Dong Chenxi: "What do you think about renovating this arena or building a new one?"

"Huh?"

Dong Chenxi was surprised, clearly not expecting Zhao Fusheng to have such an idea.

But after looking around, she could understand his thoughts.

After all, it was too shabby!

"I think it's possible."

Dong Chenxi nodded: "But it would require a significant investment. Also, if you pay for the renovation, will the ownership still be yours?"

"It's mine."

Zhao Fusheng nodded: "Even if it's not now, I can spend money to make it my arena."

Hearing that, Dong Chenxi shut up.

The most annoying thing about chatting with such a wealthy person was this.

The power of money often left you with no retort.

Soon, the players entered, followed by various ceremonies.

Zhao Fusheng noticed a baby-faced, somewhat cute-looking person practicing shooting.

Hmm.

He was shooting three-pointers.

And he was deadly accurate!

Extremely accurate!

"Is that Curry?"

Dong Chenxi asked Zhao Fusheng.

"You know him?"

He really didn't expect Dong Chenxi to know Stephen Curry.

Even he only knew him because he occasionally watched games in his past life and had seen materials at Tan Kaixuan's office, learning that this man would become a superstar.

But Dong Chenxi, a woman, actually knew him!

"No, I don't."

Dong Chenxi shook her head: "I saw Tan Kaixuan's materials. He's the best three-point shooter on his team."

Alright.

Zhao Fusheng was speechless. He hadn't expected Dong Chenxi to be bored enough to look at materials in Tan Kaixuan's office.

But thinking about it, it made sense. Tan Kaixuan wouldn't just ask him alone; he would also seek Dong Chenxi's opinion.

After all, although Dong Chenxi didn't know basketball, she knew investment.

"Yeah, he's very good."

Zhao Fusheng watched Curry shoot the ball into the hoop from mid-court and said to Dong Chenxi: "I feel like he could become a star."

"Then that's settled!"

Dong Chenxi nodded.

She had always been aware of Zhao Fusheng's foresight.

Generally, Zhao Fusheng rarely had high hopes for someone or something.

But if he said so, it meant that person or thing really had potential.

"Watch out!"

Just then, Old Ma's voice suddenly came from beside them.

Zhao Fusheng and Dong Chenxi were startled, and the next moment, they saw Old Ma suddenly block in front of Zhao Fusheng and throw a punch!

Bang!

A dull thud.

A basketball flew away.

What happened?

Zhao Fusheng was bewildered.

Then, he realized what had occurred.

"Chairman, are you okay?"

The nearby bodyguards and assistants quickly gathered around.

"I'm fine. What just happened?"

Zhao Fusheng asked curiously.

"A player wasn't paying attention while passing and almost hit you."

Old Ma quickly explained.

At that moment, Stephen Curry and two other black players walked over.

It seemed they were coming to apologize.

But by then, Dong Chenxi had already stopped them.