Chapter 0415 Responsibility

For ordinary human society, beauty is a subjective concept; perceptions of beauty differ across different human social environments.

For example, some people think being a bit plump is prettier, while others think being thinner is more attractive.

As the saying goes, 'Beauty is in the eye of the beholder'—this saying holds a lot of truth.

Of course, in Zhao Fusheng's view, beauty is just an adjective; he had seen plenty of beautiful faces, but beautiful souls, to be honest, he hadn't seen many people possess.

And at this moment, the old man lying on the hospital bed was undoubtedly the latter.

"Grandpa, this is Zhao Fusheng." Zhang Qian walked to the bedside and said to the old man lying there.

Zhao Fusheng followed behind him and said respectfully to the old man, "Hello, Grandpa."

"Good." The old man seemed to be in decent spirits. Hearing Zhao Fusheng's words, he raised his wrinkled hand and pointed to the chair beside his bed: "Sit."

"Okay." Zhao Fusheng nodded in agreement and sat down next to the old man.

The feeling a healthy person gives off is completely different from that of an unhealthy one, just as the impression of a worn-out machine differs from a brand-new one.

The former represents an end, while the latter represents the future.

"Thank you." The old man said to Zhao Fusheng.

Zhang Qian had told him everything Zhao Fusheng had done these past few days, and the old man naturally understood that this young man before him was a kind-hearted person.

Zhao Fusheng shook his head: "Grandpa, you don't need to be polite. Zhang Qian will work for me from now on, and I've found jobs for the children at the welfare home. I'll also let them continue their education."

He paused and said bluntly, "Of course, if you think I'm being too utilitarian by doing this, then forget it."

He knew very well that this old man before him was the true backbone of the welfare home.

The old man gently shook his head: "Children from poor families aren't that picky."

As he spoke, he looked at Zhao Fusheng: "You give them a meal, and the welfare home is entrusted to you."

Huh?

Zhao Fusheng was stunned. He never expected that the old man, meeting him for the first time, would say such a thing.

But the problem now was that he simply couldn't refuse. If he did, the loyalty he had worked so hard to win would surely be lost. After all, with the old man adopting a posture of entrusting his charges to him, if Zhao Fusheng refused, Zhang Qian and the people from the welfare home would definitely not follow him, and his arcade project would have to be delayed again.

Sighing, Zhao Fusheng thought to himself, 'Old ginger is indeed spicier.' To have single-handedly supported a welfare home for so many years, if the old man were merely a simple and kind-hearted person, he would probably have been crushed by the weight of life long ago.

After all, with society being the big melting pot it is, it's impossible for a person to remain unstained by mud. The only thing one can do is try to keep oneself a little cleaner.

The old man's meaning was now clear: if Zhao Fusheng wanted to use the people from Red Star Welfare Home to do things, he had to guarantee that he would take on the burden of the entire welfare home.

Just as he said to Zhao Fusheng, if Zhao Fusheng gave those children a meal, the people from the welfare home would naturally devote themselves to him wholeheartedly.

"Don't worry, as long as I have something to eat, I'll make sure the children at the home live well." After a moment of thought, Zhao Fusheng slowly spoke.

Whether by reason or emotion, for public or private reasons, Zhao Fusheng felt he should do this.

A welfare home was nothing major in his eyes.

Hearing Zhao Fusheng's words, a smile appeared on the old man's face. He closed his eyes and stopped speaking.

"Grandpa is tired." Zhang Qian said.

Zhao Fusheng nodded, got up, and left the ward, signaling Zhang Qian to follow him.

"You heard that too. From now on, if anything happens at the welfare home, call me anytime." Zhao Fusheng said to Zhang Qian after leaving the ward.

Zhang Qian was taken aback for a moment, then nodded. He had always listened to the old man, and now that the old man had entrusted the welfare home to Zhao Fusheng, Zhang Qian had to listen to Zhao Fusheng.

"Also, tell the children at the home that twenty percent of the arcade's monthly net income will go to the welfare home as living expenses. The younger ones need to study; as long as they study hard, we'll support them through college, and even through doctoral studies if they want." Zhao Fusheng thought for a moment and said to Zhang Qian.

Zhang Qian was startled: "You..."

He really hadn't expected Zhao Fusheng to be willing to give twenty percent of the income to the welfare home. Although he didn't know how much the arcade could earn, with an investment of five or six hundred thousand, even if it made forty or fifty thousand a month, twenty percent would be at least eight thousand.

In fact, he had underestimated the arcade's potential.

Zhao Fusheng couldn't be bothered to explain further and waved his hand: "I have no other demands. I just hope that after the children from the welfare home start working and earning money, they remember to give back to society."

For Zhao Fusheng, he didn't care about the money invested. Sponsoring a welfare home would only benefit him, not harm him.

"Don't worry, I understand." Zhang Qian said earnestly to Zhao Fusheng.

If before he had agreed to work for Zhao Fusheng out of gratitude and to have a job, now Zhang Qian truly understood that Zhao Fusheng might really bring some different changes to Red Star Welfare Home.

Waving his hand, Zhao Fusheng said nothing more and left the hospital.

Today's meeting with the old man was unexpected, but overall, it was actually a good thing.

Of course, bearing such a heavy burden, Zhao Fusheng knew that the responsibility on his shoulders had grown a bit heavier. He suddenly felt that his life after rebirth was like a spinning top, always with some villain trying to whip him...

That said, bearing this kind of responsibility actually felt pretty good.

A person must do something meaningful in life; if one has no pursuits at all, they become a slave to money.

Zhao Fusheng also understood that if before there was still a layer between him and Zhang Qian, now Zhang Qian was definitely wholeheartedly devoted to the arcade business, wishing it could open tomorrow.

That's how it is between people—only through communication can relationships be brought closer. Chinese people like to do business at the dinner table, largely because people's defenses are lower there, and some things that are inconvenient to say normally can be said over drinks.

Of course, in the end, it's because everyone shares common interests.

Just like Zhao Fusheng and Zhang Qian: Zhang Qian now saw the arcade as the source of livelihood for his siblings at the welfare home. Anyone who dared to reach into it would be blocking his path to wealth.

Blocking someone's path to wealth is like killing their parents.

For Zhang Qian, who could barely afford to eat, whoever didn't let him eat would not have an easy time.