Chapter 0406: Showing Off

It had to be said, Zhao Fusheng still underestimated the extent of Tan Kaixuan's shamelessness.

This guy seemed born to do business, or more precisely, born to get rich.

Tan Kaixuan knew very well that his parents were people with their own opinions; relying solely on Zhao Fusheng's or his own words would definitely not convince them. Though he talked glibly in front of Zhao Fusheng, Tan Kaixuan was clear as a mirror in his heart—his father would at most listen to his opinions, never take them seriously.

As his father put it: "How many years have you been trading stocks? What the hell do you know!"

But isn't life just like that? If the water route ahead doesn't work, you can take the land route behind, or just go around in a circle to achieve your goal by indirect means.

Like now, his father might not listen to his advice on stock trading, but if it came to doing business, Tan Kaixuan was still confident he could persuade his dad.

Facts proved that this wasn't blind confidence but had a basis.

When Tan's father heard his son's words, though somewhat surprised, he didn't find anything wrong.

This was a matter of closeness and distance; no matter how outstanding Zhao Fusheng was, he was someone else's son, but Tan Kaixuan was his own.

Parents are generally like this—though they often talk about how great other people's children are, when it comes to the real deal, they definitely favor their own kids.

Tan's father was like that now. When Zhao Fusheng warned him that the stock market might change, he thought Zhao was too cautious. But when Tan Kaixuan said he wanted to open a KFC, he felt there was nothing wrong with his son's thinking.

Simple: the Tan family still had the next generation. Whether it was Tan Kaixuan or Tan Kaixin, they would have children. Leaving a shop for descendants was far more useful than leaving a pile of stocks.

If Zhao Fusheng knew that the Tan father and son were now enthusiastically discussing investing millions to open a KFC in Shanghai, he would definitely say to Tan Kaixuan: "Brother, you've changed."

That once straightforward boy had now turned into a cunning and treacherous fellow.

Entering the hospital, Zhao Fusheng saw Li Yuan, his mother, and two nurses whispering about something, while Fan Beibei was reading a storybook.

"You little brat, why are you so late?" Zhao's mother glared at her son irritably.

Zhao Fusheng looked innocent, having no idea what he had done to offend Her Majesty, so he honestly replied, "I was writing something in the dorm, something the company needs."

"Ah, forget it. Next time call ahead."

Zhao's mother blinked and said with a smile to her two former colleagues, "This little rascal's counselor started an advertising company, and he runs errands for them, writes plans and stuff."

As she spoke, she pointed at her phone: "See, this is the thank-you gift from the advertiser. His father and I each got one, and we also gave one to Li Yuan and her baby."

Li Yuan also nodded contentedly: "Exactly, Fusheng is such a sensible child."

"Exactly, I said when he was little that he would surely succeed."

"Yeah, Sister Yuan, you're so lucky. Your daughter became a star, and your son-in-law is so filial. You'll just enjoy life from now on..."

Zhao Fusheng stood there, blinked, gave a few dry laughs, put the fruit he bought for Fan Beibei on the table, and lowered his head to play dead.

No way, women's wars—better not get involved.

Women of any age have one thing in common: they love to compare.

Even best friends who are like sisters don't want to live as supporting characters in someone else's life.

In short, everyone thinks they are the perfect protagonist with a charmed life; as for supporting characters, sorry, catfights always happen between close friends.

Everyone compares husbands, children, studies, jobs, income—isn't it all about saving face?

Take the two nurses in front of him, for example. Though they had a good relationship with his mother and Li Yuan, Zhao Fusheng didn't think they were close enough to sit around and chat.

In other words, wasn't it because his parents' business was growing bigger and bigger? These former colleagues from the hospital all knew about their rise from rags to riches, so now they came to show their faces, at least to build a good connection.

It wasn't that Zhao Fusheng was cynical; he knew very well that the world was just this realistic. People might hide some kindness deep inside, but that kindness was at most enough to ensure they wouldn't kick someone when they were down.

As for offering timely help, sorry, Zhao Fusheng had been reborn at over forty, not fourteen. He didn't believe in those chicken soup for the soul stories, and he never read them.

If you really want to be fed chicken soup, watching the news broadcast is better.

"By the way, I heard that Director Chen from Surgery helped another patient," one of the two nurses said.

"Exactly, Director Chen is such a good person," the other said.

"What did Director Chen do?" Zhao's mother asked curiously.

She wasn't familiar with Director Chen; she only knew Chen Jianmin by name. After all, Pediatrics and Surgery were different departments. She was quite familiar with the doctors in Pediatrics.

The nurse quickly recounted the whole story: an old director of an orphanage had raised orphanage children with great hardship for decades. Now old and in poor health, he was hospitalized and needed heart surgery but had little money.

"That child was especially pitiful; he knelt down to Director Chen," the nurse said.

"Ah, ah, I saw that! It was him, so pitiful..." Zhao's mother seemed to recall something and vividly described what she had seen that day.

"Exactly, Director Chen was moved that day too. He went back and found the hospital director to help reduce part of the surgery fee, and it seems he even paid some money out of his own pocket to cover a portion for the old man."

The nurse sighed: "You know, good people always suffer. Logically, that old gentleman was such a good person, why doesn't he get good karma?"

"You can't say that. Meeting Director Chen—isn't that good karma?" the other nurse said.

"That's true..."

A few women together naturally talked about household matters and gossip. Zhao Fusheng listened for a while and started to get a headache.

People say one woman is equivalent to five hundred ducks; four women together definitely exceed two thousand ducks.

Zhao Fusheng peeled an apple for Fan Beibei, fed it to the little girl, then stood up and said to his mother, "Mom, I'm going out to make a call. You guys keep chatting."

"Ah, go ahead, go ahead." Zhao's mother waved her hand, then turned around and said, "This kid, always has so many trivial matters. I don't know if he's a student or an employee."

The others nodded with smiles, but in their hearts, they knew this was showing off. After all, their own children were still studying and asking their parents for money, while Zhao Fusheng was already helping his family open a department store and buying his parents high-end phones.

No comparison, no harm.