Chapter 0413: Do Me a Favor

"As for security guards, you recruit them." Zhao Fusheng said seriously to Zhang Qian. "You decide the number yourself. I only ask one thing: ensure the normal operation of the arcade."

Then he smiled and said, "As for how to run the arcade, I think you can just ask any game hall owner, right?"

After all, an arcade was essentially a large game hall. Zhao Fusheng believed that even if Zhang Qian were a fool, he would know what to do.

From the very beginning, after learning Zhang Qian's identity, he never thought that Zhang Qian alone could support the arcade.

Zhang Qian was not a deity; even if he were made of iron, he could only forge so many nails. What Zhao Fusheng valued was the people he could mobilize.

After five thousand years of Confucian cultural熏陶, who are the most formidable people in this society?

Vulnerable groups!

What do vulnerable groups include?

The elderly, minors, those without the ability to resist, and, well, officials.

In short, these people can shout in public places, force you to give up your seat on the bus, scribble graffiti on your car worth hundreds of thousands, and of course, after falling and being helped up by you, they can brazenly demand a hundred thousand from you. Even if exposed, it doesn't matter, because no one dares to do anything to them.

But in Zhao Fusheng's view, those truly vulnerable groups in need of attention have never been cared about.

Although somewhat utilitarian, Zhao Fusheng felt that if his arcade was to survive, Zhang Qian and his companions were actually the most suitable candidates.

Imagine, what would happen if someone caused trouble in an arcade that a group of orphans relied on for a living?

"Did you mean it just now? The arcade's waitstaff and cashiers will all be our younger siblings from the welfare home?" Zhang Qian ignored Zhao Fusheng's other words and asked seriously.

Zhao Fusheng nodded: "They have to be adults. Minors won't do; that's child labor."

As he spoke, he said casually, "Oh, by the way, if you have comrades-in-arms facing financial difficulties, you can invite them to help too, so we won't need to recruit more security guards."

Zhang Qian hesitated for about ten seconds, then nodded: "I'll make some calls and ask."

Zhao Fusheng smiled: "No rush. It will take a while for the motherboards and other things to be shipped over."

After sending Zhang Qian back to the hospital, Zhao Fusheng took a car home.

He spent the afternoon playing with Fan Beibei at home. After dinner, Zhao Fusheng returned to the dormitory. Before leaving, his mother said to him, "Help that Xiao Zhang if you can. He's a poor kid."

Zhao Fusheng nodded: "I understand."

Zhao Fusheng was not at all surprised that his mother would say such things, because his mother had always been like that—sharp-tongued but soft-hearted, appearing irritable but actually extremely tender.

Life is actually the same for everyone; fairness has never existed.

After all, some people are born with a silver spoon in their mouths. Although everyone comes into this world naked and starts from the same starting line striving for the future, if one starts in a Mercedes and you start on a bicycle, it would be a miracle if the speeds were the same.

What Zhao Fusheng needed to do now was to accelerate his bicycle.

As for whether he would fail in this process, Zhao Fusheng didn't think it mattered. He possessed foresight and a strategic vision; even if he failed, it wouldn't be a big deal.

Crossing the river by feeling the stones, there will always be a time of success.

Moreover, using failure as tuition is a necessary stage for a person to mature from greenness, just like a man's first three seconds. No one can become a golden spear invincible little tyrant who can satisfy ten women in one night without undergoing trials.

So Zhao Fusheng was not afraid of failure at all; after all, he had the capital and confidence to bear it.

Back at school, at the dormitory building, Zhao Fusheng dialed Mr. Ma's number, because he needed Mr. Ma's help with the arcade.

More importantly, thinking about the legendary tycoon helping him buy game machines gave Zhao Fusheng a small sense of achievement.

"Mr. Ma, how have you been lately?" The call was quickly answered, and Zhao Fusheng smiled.

"The company is going smoothly," Mr. Ma said.

He had been in a good mood recently, after all, securing such a large amount of financing was a cause for celebration for any company. Moreover, another investment firm had recently contacted him, expressing interest in Tencent's development and planning to invest another twenty million US dollars.

But receiving this call from Zhao Fusheng dampened Mr. Ma's mood.

After all, for a guy who bought five percent of his shares for one million, now that the company was worth several million US dollars, it was hard for Mr. Ma to feel good about it.

It wasn't that he appreciated Zhao Fusheng's talent and therefore didn't mind the matter; after all, that was real money.

As for the two of them having mutual admiration?

Heh, we'll talk about that later.

The standard of doing business is to make money. If Zhao Fusheng's talent could bring development to Tencent, then naturally he and Mr. Ma would be mutually admiring partners.

If not, then both Zhao Fusheng and Mr. Ma knew that in each other's eyes, the other was a bitch.

Mr. Lu Xun once said: Bitches are heartless. Since they are heartless, why talk about feelings or friendship? It's better for everyone to sit down and talk business.

Hearing Mr. Ma's tone, Zhao Fusheng knew that the other party must have thought he was inquiring about the company.

Smiling, Zhao Fusheng didn't bother to explain and said to Mr. Ma, "Mr. Ma, I have a favor to ask of you."

"Oh?"

Mr. Ma was taken aback, not expecting Zhao Fusheng to ask for a favor.

"It's like this. I'd like you to help me find out what types of game machines are available in Shenzhen..." Zhao Fusheng then described the types of game machines needed for the arcade to Mr. Ma.

After listening to Zhao Fusheng, Mr. Ma was bewildered. He didn't understand why a technical talent like Zhao Fusheng would need such game machines.

Of course, being a smart man, Mr. Ma wouldn't voice his doubts. As long as Zhao Fusheng didn't have any ideas about the management rights of Tencent, anything could be discussed.

In short, Mr. Ma certainly didn't want an extra opponent in the company.

Zhao Fusheng understood this reasoning and smiled, continuing to explain, "My family plans to open an arcade, so I want to buy a batch of game machines in Shenzhen. Please help me out, Mr. Ma."

He had already laid it out. If Mr. Ma still didn't know what to do, then Zhao Fusheng would really have to doubt whether he was that great figure from an ordinary family.