Chapter 0340: Different People, Different Aspirations

Many people have a misconception, believing that no matter the industry, a boss doesn't need to understand the trade; as long as they grasp the general direction, things will be fine, and subordinates will handle the rest.

To this, Zhao Fusheng could only say that those poisoned by brain-dead novels are truly beyond help. Or rather, people who enjoy living in illusions cannot be awakened no matter how you call them.

Some always say that Ma, the founder of Alibaba, doesn't understand computers, but who knows that he was one of the earliest to create homepages for domestic enterprises? China Yellow Pages helped him earn five million yuan within three years and accumulated a vast network of resources and connections. Alibaba was founded in March 1999, and half a year later, international investment institutions led by SoftBank invested twenty-five million US dollars.

The implications of this are self-evident.

Rebirth does not mean solving all problems. Zhao Fusheng had a clear understanding of himself: he had no super memory, nor was he a genius. In his previous life, he was an ordinary person. Now reborn, and in a parallel world, before ensuring he had enough fallback options, he planned to work cautiously like this.

As for the so-called ability to grasp the general direction and have others do the work, Zhao Fusheng did not possess it, nor did he think any reborn person had the capability to achieve it.

Even the big shots started from the bottom. Ma once worked as a QQ customer service representative during the millennium; the one who 'doesn't know if his wife is beautiful' had a New Year's wish to hire a warehouse keeper, but only after moving to a larger office space could that be realized. As for Huang, the former boss of Gome, he started from scratch by delivering goods with his brother.

Zhao Fusheng did not consider himself superior to others. His only advantage was perhaps having the memory of foresight, knowing when to avoid certain risks and when opportunities would arise.

Rebirth brought him a chance to start over, not a license to recklessly let himself go.

Returning to his residence, Zhao Fusheng went out for a stroll and looked at houses near the school. There were quite a few for rent or sale, but none of them struck him as good.

After the fifteenth day of the first lunar month, the university campus gradually became lively. Walking on the road, it was no longer the case of just a few people here and there. Occasionally, he would meet classmates from the same college, nod, and say, 'Back already?' Zhao Fusheng then realized that in two or three days, the semester would start.

With that thought, Zhao Fusheng made a call to Zheng Yao.

“Oh, busy man, why did you think to call me?” Zheng Yao's tone was quite dissatisfied.

Zhao Fusheng blinked, completely at a loss as to why she was like this, but then he remembered that he had apparently stood up General Manager Zheng. Back in Shanghai, Zheng Yao had said that when he returned, he should stop in Binzhou because she had something to ask for his help.

He gave an awkward smile and said, "I was thinking you had something to discuss with me, so I called to ask."

Zheng Yao said irritably, "Do you take me for a fool? If you really remembered, why did you go straight back to Ninghai instead of coming to see me in Binzhou?"

Zhao Fusheng replied, "My mom told me to come home. How would I dare disobey her orders?"

Zheng Yao snorted but didn't press the issue further. After all, besides being friends, there was another layer to their relationship.

If Zhao Fusheng was unwilling to do something, Zheng Yao ultimately had no way to force him.

"So what's the matter?" Zhao Fusheng asked Zheng Yao.

Zheng Yao gave a wry smile. "It's an advertising plan. I thought I should have you take a look. I feel like something's off about it."

Zhao Fusheng frowned. "Alright, have Dong Chenxi come back and bring the plan with her. I'll take a look."

"You need her for something?" Zheng Yao asked, surprised that Zhao Fusheng had suddenly brought up Dong Chenxi.

Zhao Fusheng chuckled. "She's my assistant, not yours. Sis, can't you hire your own assistant?"

Ever since Dong Chenxi joined the company, because Zhao Fusheng usually had nothing much to do, Zheng Yao had been using her as her own assistant, running errands big and small both inside and outside the company.

"Alright, I'll arrange it right away," Zheng Yao said, seeming to know she was in the wrong. She gave an awkward laugh and quickly agreed.

Zhao Fusheng couldn't be bothered to say anything more and hung up.

Back at the residence, Dong Guoxiang was upstairs busy maintaining the webpage. Zhao Fusheng didn't disturb him but went to his own room to start reading.

Although he could afford to rest now, Zhao Fusheng felt that since he had started striving, he should see it through to the end. He didn't want to reach middle age, look back on his life, and find it still full of regrets.

Many people say that only when you get older do you realize that reading more does no harm. Zhao Fusheng agreed. Learning might be a boring thing, but at the very least, it enables a person to acquire more knowledge and skills. Some always say reading is useless, but in fact, those who say this are often the most useless themselves.

If someone reads books and still ends up a fool, Zhao Fusheng could only say that person has read himself silly.

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……

Dong Chenxi was very efficient. That very evening, she took the train back to Ninghai.

After calling Zhao Fusheng, Dong Chenxi arrived at his place.

"Wow, you've made quite a bit, haven't you?" Looking around the apartment, Dong Chenxi said with a smile.

"Heh, if you behave and stay on as my assistant, I'll give you one at the end of the year." Ignoring her teasing, Zhao Fusheng said directly.

"No, I don't deserve such a generous gift without merit. I can't accept it." Dong Chenxi shook her head repeatedly.

In her view, smart men were always frightening, especially those who were intelligent and had a clear sense of their own moral boundaries—they were even more terrifying.

Zhao Fusheng was the kind of man who was hard to read. In Dong Chenxi's eyes, Wang Zhen had no great ambitions and was content with small gains, but her boss—no one could tell what he really wanted.

Anyone else who succeeded in starting a business during college would surely show some confusion or pride, but Dong Chenxi could not detect the slightest hint of complacency in Zhao Fusheng.

This guy was like a machine, moving steadily toward the goal in his heart, yet no one knew what he truly wanted.

Such a man was too terrifying. Dong Chenxi even felt that deep inside Zhao Fusheng, there might be some secret no one knew, otherwise how could he be like this?

If Zhao Fusheng knew what Dong Chenxi thought of him, he would crack open her head to see what strange things were inside, thinking of him like that—it was just too ridiculous.

"Alright, tomorrow help me look for a suitable house nearby, a bit larger in size. I have a use for it," Zhao Fusheng said to Dong Chenxi. "I plan to buy it."

"Buy?"

Dong Chenxi looked at Zhao Fusheng in surprise, not expecting him to be so wealthy now that he would buy rather than rent a house he liked.

Seeing her reaction, Zhao Fusheng smiled: "What, afraid I don't have the money?"

"Not at all. I'm quite confident in your financial strength." Dong Chenxi smiled. "At least you're much smarter than that guy Wang Zhen."

Hearing this, Zhao Fusheng looked up at Dong Chenxi: "How are things between you two?"

"What else can they be? His parents think we should just date for now, and after he graduates, we'll go back to his hometown to buy a house and get married." Dong Chenxi said with a bitter smile.

Zhao Fusheng frowned. Although Wang Zhen's family's approach was understandable, was it fair to Dong Chenxi?

Shaking his head, Zhao Fusheng said: "Don't worry too much. After all, that's his parents' opinion. Old Wang may not have much of a mind of his own, but he does care about you."

At this point, he could only say that. Zhao Fusheng felt there was still affection between Dong Chenxi and Wang Zhen.

Hearing his words, Dong Chenxi said nothing, silently took out a stack of planning documents, and placed them on the coffee table in front of Zhao Fusheng.

Seeing this, Zhao Fusheng could only sigh and fell silent.

Some things, if you're not the one involved, you ultimately can't say much about them.